What? Another Apocolypse?: Chapter 2! Not titled yet!
by MonsieurRipper
Buffy and Spike walked through the graveyard, accompanied by mist from the fresh rain. Hand in hand, poetry in motion. “BUFFY!” 2 hands frantically patted Buffy’s shoulders. “Spike?” The red haired witch cocked her head briefly before snapping back to her frantic state. “Buffy there’s a troll! Kennedy can’t hold him off for long, he’s gigantic please come quick!” Willow dragged Buffy by the wrist, but soon had no need. She bypassed Willow through the gateway to the section that read: Forsvar Family. There, Kennedy stood in fighting stance, low and grounded. Her brow was furrowed and bloody. She bled from her hairline, nose and lower lip.

“Oh thank god.” Kennedy sighed and fell to her knees, dropping the glamorous scythe at her side. Beaten and bloody, she looked up at Buffy and hurled the scythe at her with whatever she could muster. Buffy caught the scythe low with one hand and strolled toward the troll. “So, what are you like, Olaf’s 3rd cousin, twice removed?” Buffy mocked, an unwise move considering the size of the troll. “You DARE compare me to OLAF? A MIDGET of my standards! Left over AIL in my BEARD.” He roared. “And this?” The troll scoffed. “This is supposed to challenge me? A wench? I laugh at her piteous attempts at might.” He scoffed as he gripped Kennedy at the back of her neck and pitched her at the concrete dividers. Only a whimper escaped Kennedy’s limp body.

“KENNEDY!” Willow screamed and rushed to Kennedy’s side. At once, Buffy’s lack of seriousness evacuated and a serious, battle ready slayer arrived. “Wow.” She whispered. Buffy edged closer to the scruffy and mountainous troll. “Alright let’s go then.” Buffy faked the troll out with a rush and dodge. “I AM DRAUG!” He roared, infuriated by the small wench. Buffy swung and missed as Draug lazily slapped her head. With the leftover momentum Buffy lodged the scythe into the troll’s kneecap. Thick, dark blood splashed on Buffy’s blouse and leather pants. “EW! That! Is SO! Gross!!” Buffy yelped, pausing after each word or so to kick Draug in various places. The kicks were childish at best, but effective once she landed 2 consecutive kicks the backs of the monster's knees, forcing Draug to buckle but not fall. Buffy wrenched the scythe from the bloodied mass of troll-flesh and whipped it behind his ankles, tripping him flat on his back before skewering the beast with the wooden end. “Wow.” Buffy whispered again before giving way to her rear end connecting with the grass.
“Bravo pet.” Spike applauded, casually strolling toward Buffy and biting his lip. He offered his hand to the earthbound Slayer, who graciously accepted the lift up. “Oh, Kennedy, Willow how bad is Kennedy?” Buffy asked as she regained her balance and train of thought. Spike had to hold her up so as she wouldn’t crumble to the ground again. “Kennedy baby it’s ok.” Willow whispered. “Her ribs are pretty bad. It would do more harm than help to pick her up. “Then what do we do?” Buffy raised the question, regaining focus more quickly now. “Call the ambulance?” Willow wondered out loud. “And say exactly what about a massive troll corpse just lying around?” Spike entered his sarcastic 2 cents, which earned him a skeptical sideways glance from Buffy. “Willow, we gotta take her home, she’s a slayer she’ll heal fast.” Buffy sympathized. “Oh ok I’ll just pop her back then?” Willow’s attitude sprung up. “No she needs medical attention. We’ll take her to the sidewalk, smear some blood around and call the ambulance. She got gang-beaten. Gangs on PSP right? Snyder’s favorite excuse.” There was no questioning Willow at this point. What she said went. “Ok then.” Buffy nodded.
The ambulance came and went, the night was old and 3 people with history more extensive than some care to recall were standing and talking about the present situation. “So pretty much, we take in as many slayers as we can find, train them and try to tell them nicely that their life has an expiry date like seafood.” Buffy stared into the pavement, very proud of her seafood analogy. “Sounds like a party.” Spike nodded. “And you are back from the dead, because your essence was trapped in the amulet… Which was mysteriously mailed to Angel at Wolfram and Hart.” Willow tried to understand. “That’s right.” Spike smiled, grabbing Buffy’s hand and simultaneously checking the time. 5:08am. “Sun’s gonna be up in less than an hour. I should get going.” Spike sulkily realized. “Oh, um, do you have a place to stay?” Buffy quickly broke eye-contact with Spike nervously. “Not exactly, I was just planning on setting up shop in a crypt.” Spike half-smiled knowingly. “Well you could…” Buffy glanced at Willow. “Oh, right! I’m kinda tired I’m heading home bye guys!” Willow hurriedly scurried off. “You could, uh you know… Uh, stay at my place?” Buffy managed to look nervously up at Spike. “I’d like that.” He smiled.
Willow walked giddy back to Scooby Headquarters. She giggled to herself about how romantic it all was. She was happy for Buffy; her life was finally pulling itself together. By the looks of the other side of the street, Buffy wasn’t the only person getting her love life started again. A man with 2 girls in each arm walked down the opposite side of the street. A strange atmosphere came and went as the man and his girls passed by Willow. Choosing to ignore it, Willow kept briskly on her way home.
“Girls, no one appreciates how special you truly are. I don’t even think you do.” Charming and charismatic, the man kept on his speech. “I can help you understand why you’re… Different than other girls. See it started out like this. These guys, they were lazy, and self-righteous for all men. They didn’t want to fight their own battles with beings stronger than themselves. So, the chained up this girl, and bound her with the essence of the demon, so that she would fight their battles.” He put on a façade of empathy for the girls. Both brunette girls cringed with sadness and sympathy. The one wearing the man’s large trench coat wrapped it tighter around her. “See, you girls have my essence in you, and you were forced to fight my kind, your family. These men, people, humans turned you against your family. They still are. There’s supposed to be one slayer, and now there are many. Many slayers forced to fight their family.” The man paused, as the girl without the trench coat stopped in her tracks. “These bastards can’t do that? How can they think they can just turn us against out brethren? I’ll kill the bastards that did that.” She fumed. “It’s not just one group, like how it started. It’s everyone. They all are forcing your kind of fight your family. I’m starting a rebellion. We’re gonna change the way things work. You’re no longer going to be these bitch’s lapdogs.” The man couldn’t help but ever so slightly smile at his handy work. “I’m in.” Both girls agreed. They would join the rebellion. “Angelus?” The girl with the duster started. “Yeah baby?” “When do they pay?” She asked with sincerity.


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