Tru Slaying: Part 2
by ang118
Part 2:

“Wait. You’re saying that this woman that asked you for help wasn’t dead?” Davis said into the phone.

“Yes,” Tru said.

“And this has never happened to you before?”

“Of course not. That’s why I’m a little freaked out here.”

“How can I help?”

“I don’t know yet,” Tru admitted. “I just wanted to call you and give you a heads up that I might not be in tonight. I’m going to head over to the diner and see if I can get to the bottom of this.”

“So, you think you’re supposed to save all of them? Even the one that broke out of prison?”

“I guess,” Tru said. “She did say ‘help us.’”

“Ok,” Davis said. “Call me later and tell me how things are going.”

“You got it,” Tru said and hung up her cell phone.

***

“This gift of yours is really starting to get on my nerves,” Harrison said. “I wanted to surprise you, but apparently I already have.”

“Sorry,” Tru said. “But you can still buy me lunch. I’ve got a little time to kill before that Robin guy comes in.”

“Whatever,” Harrison said. “So, have you given any thought as to what you’re going to say to him when he gets here?”

“I have no clue,” Tru admitted. “I can’t tell him what happened because he’d most likely freak out.”

“What do you usually do in these situations?”

“Well, I’ve never really been in this situation before. But I guess I usually just make up some story and try to get close to the people so I can save them.”

“You said this Faith chick looks just like you, right?”

Tru nodded.

“Maybe you could use that,” Harrison suggested.

“How?”

“I don’t know,” Harrison admitted.

“That was helpful.”

The waitress brought them their order.

“Well, I’m starving. Why don’t we think about it while we eat?”

“I’m not really hungry anymore,” Tru admitted.

***

“Are you sure you don’t want me to stick around?” Harrison asked.

“I’m sure,” Tru told him. “I think I should handle this on my own.”“

“Ok,” Harrison said, standing. “Call me later and tell me how everything works out.”

Harrison was out the door before she realized that he had left her with the check.

“Figures,” Tru mumbled.

“Can I get you anything else?” the waitress asked.

“A refill,” Tru replied, deciding to skip the pie.

“Sorry I’m late,” Robin said a few seconds later as he slid into the booth across from her.
Tru didn’t reply because she couldn’t think of anything to say.

“Did Willow get an address on that girl yet?”

Tru opened her mouth, but didn’t say anything.

The waitress returned and filled Tru’s coffee cup. “Can I get you anything?” she asked Robin.

“Coffee, and a menu,” Robin said.

The waitress smiled and said she’d be back in a minute.

Tru really wished that her and Harrison had come up with something to say to this guy.

“Did you already eat?” Robin asked.

“Yeah,” Tru said. “There’s something I’ve got to tell you.”

“What?”

“I don’t exactly know how to put this,” Tru began.

“Just say it,” Robin said, looking a little worried.

“I’m not who you think I am.”

“Right Faith,” Robin said. “Tell me another one.”

Tru showed him her tattoo-less arm. “My name is Tru Davies. I work at the morgue and I have reason to believe that you and your friends are looking for me.”

Robin was speechless. “How did you...”

“Please don’t say ‘remove the tattoo,” Tru pleaded.

“Find out,” Robin finished.

“That’s not important,” Tru said.

“D..Did you have a dream? Is that how you knew we were coming?”

Tru contemplated this for a second. “Sure,” she lied. “That’s it, more or less.”

“I’ve never given the speech before,” Robin admitted. “I... Someone else does it. But I guess I could...” He paused. “Take you back to the motel and let someone else do it,” he decided.

“Then lets go,” Tru said, standing.

As they walked the five blocks to the motel, Tru wondered what he meant by her having ‘a dream.’ Did he know about her gift? Is that what it was? A dream? Did she really relive days, or did she just dream the first day?

And then there was this Faith person. Tru suspected that there was something special about her, besides the escaping from prison thing. She hadn’t been dead when she asked for help, just unconscious.

Hopefully everything would start making sense soon.

***

“Crap,” Faith said, looking at the clock. “I was supposed to meet Robin for lunch almost a half hour ago.”

“Then you should go,” Willow said.

“Are you sure?”

Willow nodded. “We’ll wait til you guys come back before we go see her.”

“Ok,” Faith said. “I won’t be gone long. Maybe an hour or so.”

“Have fun!” Willow called after her.

Willow had just finished copying down Tru’s address when the door opened.

“That was fast,” she said without looking up. “Did you forget something?”

When there was no answer, Willow glanced up.

“Or did I miss something?” She asked.

“This is Tru,” Robin explained.

“Where did you find her?” Willow asked.

“She was at the diner. At first, I thought she was Faith,” he admitted.

“Did you tell her?” Willow asked.

Robin shook his head. “Wasn’t it your turn?”

Willow sighed. “Fine.” She turned to Tru. “Take a seat and we’ll get started.”

***

“She thinks we’re crazy,” Faith said.

“I don’t think so,” Willow said. “I think she’s just trying to let everything sink in. Give her a few minutes.”

Less then a minute later, Tru returned from the bathroom.

“Well?” Kennedy asked expectantly.

“I don’t know what to say,” Tru admitted. “But I think you might be wrong about me being one of these ‘slayers.’”

“But, the spell led us to you,” Willow argued. “Its purpose it to track down slayers. I know I cast it correctly.”

“Isn’t there still a possibility that it didn’t work properly?” Tru asked. “Because I haven’t been experiencing any of the slayer strength you spoke of.”

“I guess,” Willow admitted. “But for that to happen you’d have to be some other sort of supernatural being.”

“Wait,” Robin said. “You told me you had a dream. At the diner.”

Tru sighed. She should’ve known that one day that lie would come back to bite her in the butt.

“I think I may know what’s going on here,” Tru began, silently hoping she could trust these people with her secret.

***

“Wow,” was all Willow could think to say when Tru was through talking.

“You relive days,” Kennedy said. “I guess that could be... interesting.”

“It’s a lot of work,” Tru said. “And at times can be over-whelming.”

“I can see how it would be,” Willow said. “Do you relive every day?”

Tru shook her head. “Just occasionally, when someone that dies asks me for help.”

“Wait,” Willow said, “One of us asked you for help. That means one of us died.”

“Well, actually,” Tru said. “I’m still a little confused about this, but the person that asked me for help wasn’t dead. Just knocked out.”

“Has that ever happened before?” Willow asked.

Tru shook her head.

“Hence the confusion,” Robin pointed out.

“Well, what exactly happened yesterday... today... the day before today in your world?” Kennedy asked.

“You really want to know?” Tru asked.

They all said they did.

“Alright,” Tru said. “I’ll tell you. But, it’s not exactly a fairy tale.”

“Trust me, no matter how bad it is, I’m sure we’ve heard worse,” Willow said.

“Ok, I guess it started at the diner. Robin walked in a couple minutes after my brother left and sat down with me. He thought I was Faith until he noticed that I didn’t have a tattoo on my arm.”

“That would explain how you knew to show me your arm to prove you weren’t Faith,” Robin said.

Tru nodded and continued. “Then, around five, I went to this coffee shop down the street form where I work...”

“At the morgue,” Robin said.

“Yeah,” Tru said. “Then I ran into Robin again. We talked for a little while, then you two came in,” she indicated Kennedy and Willow. “You guys had just gone to the morgue looking for me, but I wasn’t there, of course. Then Faith came back from the bathroom, we talked for a few second, and I went back to work.”

“Then what?” Kennedy asked.

“Later Davis, he’s my boss, got a call for a pickup.”

“‘Pick up’ as in dead people?” Faith asked.

Tru nodded.

“I thought you said that the person that asked you for help wasn’t dead.”

“She wasn’t,” Tru said. “But everyone else was.”

“How?” Faith asked.

“Well, I helped Davis examine the bodies for a little while before I left to go to the hospital.”

“Go on,” Robin said.

“I can’t,” Tru said. “Maybe if I could talk to Faith alone for a few minutes.”

“I was the one in the hospital,” Faith guessed.

Tru nodded.

“We’ll leave you two alone,” Willow said.

“Where are you going?” Faith asked.

“Hopefully to get something to eat,” Robin said.

“Bring me back something,” Faith said.

“Are you sure you want to hear this?” Tru asked.

Faith nodded.

“Well, there were bite marks, mainly on their necks...”

“What did they look like?”

“Like a dog bit them.”

“Could it have been vampire bites?”

“I guess,” Tru admitted. “I really don’t know what a vampire bite looks like, though. So I can’t say for sure.”

“Did they have a lot of blood missing?”

Tru nodded.

“What else?”

“Kennedy’s neck was torn open,” Tru said. “It was really...”

“Bad?”

Tru nodded.

“What about the others?”

“While I was examining Robin I noticed that he had blood around, and in, his mouth. But...”

“You couldn’t find the source of the blood,” Faith finished.

Tru nodded.

“Where did all this happen?”

“In an alley about two blocks from the morgue.”

“Then we should go check it out,” Faith said.

“But...” Tru protested.

“If it was vampires, which I’m pretty positive that it was, there’s no danger during the day. They only come out at night.”

“Oh,” Tru said. “I guess that would be alright then.”

“We’ll leave as soon as everyone gets back.”

***

“Vampire attack,” Faith said.

“Is that all she said?” Willow asked.

Faith shook her head. “But it’s all I’m gonna tell you.”

“And you made it out alive?”

“I guess,” Faith said. “I was unconscious when they took me to the hospital but I guess I woke up because they had me all doped up so they could haul me off to the big house.”

“Oh,” Willow said. “Why do you think you made it and we didn’t?”

Faith shrugged. “We’ll probably never know.”

“What are we looking for, anyway?”

“Won’t know til we find it,” Faith said. “I just thought we ought to check this place out while there’s still daylight.”

“Well, I’m assuming there were quite a few vampires if they were able to take down two slayers,” Robin said, “more or less.”

“That’s what I was thinking,” Kennedy said. “And since we are slayers... well, me and Faith anyway, we can’t just avoid them.”

“Right,” Faith agreed. “We need a plan of action. Something foolproof that will guarentee our survival.”

“And what would you suggest?” Willow asked.

“I’m thinking that our first stop should be the motel for weapons.”

“It’s a start,” Kennedy said.

“We should also stock up on holy water too while we’re at it,” Robin added.

“We could fill water balloons with it,” Tru suggested.

“There is no ‘we,’” Faith said. “You’re not in this. It’s our fight.”

“But a couple hours ago you were all convinced that I was one of the chosen,” Tru pointed out. “Besides, this is my problem too. I’m reliving the day here and I want to help.”

“Fine,” Faith said. “Maybe you could be of some help after all.”

“What’s going on in that brain of yours?” Willow asked.

“You’ll see,” Faith said.

***

“Tell me again why I agreed to this,” Davis said.

“I’m really not sure,” Tru told him. “In fact, you begged me to let you come along.”

“I did, didn’t I?”

Tru nodded. “But it’s not like we’re in any real danger. We’re safely seated on top of a two story building high above where the fighting is actually going to take place. And we’ve got water balloons!”

Below, on ground level, Faith and Robin were scanning the area in and around the alley while Willow and Kennedy hid behind a dumpster, ready to spring into action.

“Anything yet?” Faith asked.

“Nope,” Robin replied, glancing at his watch. “It’s almost nine. Tru said the call came in a little before ten. Shouldn’t be long now.”

“I think we’ve got company,” Faith said.

Robin turned around. “Looks like,” he said as the half dozen vampires came into view.

“Well, look what we have here,” the vampire leader said.

“There’s only six,” Robin said. “We should be able to...” he stopped when he heard a noise behind him.

“Make that twelve,” Faith said after turning around to investigate.

“I smell the slayer,” the vampire leader said.

“And I smell a group of vampires that apparently have poor hygiene,” Faith retorted.

The vampire leader raised an eyebrow. “Hey, there’s no need to get personal,” he said.

The vampires started surrounding them.

“So, then I guess you haven’t heard the news,” Faith said.

“And what would that be?” the vampire asked.

“That there isn’t just one slayer anymore.”

The vampire scoffed. “Everyone knows that there is only one slayer to a generation. After we kill you, another will be called.”

“I doubt that,” Faith said.

“Which part? That we’re going to kill you, or that another slayer will be called?”

“Both actually,” Faith said. “Now!” She yelled suddenly.

Kennedy and Willow sprang from their hiding place and the fight began.

“Well, would you look at that,” Faith said after Kennedy quickly dusted two of the vampires and was working on a third. “Another slayer. Guess that ruins your theory.”

Water balloons started falling from the sky, and some of the other vampires began screaming.

“And what’s that?” Faith asked. “It’s raining holy water. Looks like this just isn’t your day,” quipped.

“We’ll see about that,” the leader said and lunged at Faith.

***

“Nice shot,” Tru said. “But I’m afraid that was the last one.”

“Do you think it helped?” Davis asked.

“I hope so,” Tru said. “There’s only about five of them left. I think they’ll be ok.”

“But you want to go down there to make sure,” Davis said.

Tru smiled. “Race ya!”

***

“Well, it was great meeting you guys,” Tru said.

“You too,” Robin said. “Just wish it could’ve been under different circumstances.”

“If you guys are ever in town again, feel free to drop in.”

Willow smiled. “We will,” she promised.

“Did you ever figure out why that spell led you to me?” Tru asked.

“I think it had something to do with your gift,” Willow said.

“Oh,” Tru said.

“It’s been a blast,” Faith said. “We’ll have to do this again sometime.”

Tru smiled. “You guys better hurry or you’ll miss your plane.”

“So,” Davis said. when Tru got to the morgue that night, “did they leave?”

Tru nodded. “I’m kinda sad to see them go. You know, having one of those slayers around to help me out with my calling would be handy.”

“Yeah,” Davis agreed. “That it would.”

“Guess we should get to work,” Tru said. “Anything to do?”

“Nope,” Davis said. “Slow night.”

“That’s good,” Tru said.

“Yeah,” Davis agreed.

“So, does this mean you’re gonna log onto that online dating site again?”

Davis’s eyes widened. “How did you find out about that?”

Tru smiled. “A little rewind day birdie told me.”

Davis blushed.

“I’m gonna go grab some coffee. You want anything?”

Davis shook his head. “Just get out of here,” he said.

Tru felt bad about embarrassing, but the look on his face had been priceless. She made a mental note to find more new and interesting ways to embarrass him and headed out the door.


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