The Slayer's Daughter: The Slayer's Daughter
by CC
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BUFFY
2017
I called her Faith. You'd think I'd have named her Willow, or Kendra, or even Cordelia - you know, someone who hadn't turned against me and who I'd had to put into a coma?
So why I named my daughter, my beautiful, beautiful daughter, after HER, is beyond me.
Well, what's done is done.
I was twenty-two when I had her, just out of college.
Actually, now that I think about it, I must've been on the verge of insane. First marrying Spike, then naming my daughter Faith.
Now you'd think that there'd be some sort of bending-of-the-rules for slayers who get married and have kids, right? Oh, but no. I had to keep on slaying. The fun just never stops.
Now I'm getting older and we all know it. I've been slaying for too long. Twenty years. I'm thirty six - amazing, isn't it? Slayers die young. I haven't.
But now - I'm dying. AIDS. Five years ago I got a blood transfusion when I got hurt really bad. I don't know it slipped through all the precautions, but it did. Figures, doesn't it? I expected to die from some evil demon or saving the world or something more worthwhile, damn it!
But I don't want to die. I can't. Can't let it happen. For Faith's sake. She's only fourteen, but she's showing promise. She's so strong... she may be the next slayer. But she's not ready for the responsibility. I must stay alive until she is.
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SPIKE
2019
It hurt too much to see her in so much pain. Bloody hell, I loved her! I loved her too much to let her die like this.
I leaned in towards her. I could feel my face changing.
"Dad, no!" Faith called. "Don't do it!"
I had to, didn't she see? It was Buffy's only hope. So what if it changed things a bit? I'd never been too happy with Buffy's destiny anyway. Now things would change.
A vampire's blood is stronger than the AIDS virus. If doctors only knew. I sucked blood from her, she drank thirstily from me.
No longer Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Simply Buffy the Vampire.
This was going to be fun.
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FAITH
2019
I had to get out of there. Run away. He'd turned my mother into a vampire. She didn't want that. She'd spent over two decades fighting vampires.
I went to Giles. He told me what I already knew, what my mother had suspected.
"In every generation," he intoned, "there is the slayer..."
"Giles," I held my hand up to stop him. "Puh-LEASE. I've heard this like how many times? I grew up knowing more about vampires and the slayer than how to do my math homework."
Giles was getting on in years, but he was still a Watcher. Now he was my Watcher.
Willow came around a few minutes later. "Hey, Faith," she said, hugging me. "I saw your mom and dad killing a couple of people," she added.
I bit my lip. "You didn't stake them, did you?"
She shook her head. "No."
"Faith," Giles intervened, "you may find yourself having to kill both of your parents."
I wanted to cry. OK, so they were vampires, but they were my parents! My dad had always been a pretty nice guy, not much killing, when my mom had been there to keep him under control, but now that they were both vampires it seemed like they were really evil.
And I had to stop them. Oh, great.
"That's why I'm here," Willow said. She held up an ancient computer disk.
Giles had no problem using it, however. He'd probably only caught up with that stage of technology now.
"The curse," he realised. "To restore a vampire's soul."
Aaah. I'd heard of this. My mom had told me the story of her and Angel so many times that I knew it off by heart. (But it was so much fun listening to it. Better than watching a soap opera.)
Willow and I set off to find the right materials to perform the ritual.
While I was out, I ran into a few vampires.
Well, I thought uncertainly, since I am the slayer...
I always kept a wooden stake with me at all times anyway. Living in Sunnydale, you needed it.
So I slayed. Pretty cool, actually, turning them into dust.
I could get used to this, I thought.
* * *
Willow and I did the ritual. First of all we did it on my mom. Everything seemed to go OK there.
Then vampires rushed in and we began fighting them off. There were too many of them.
"Fire!" Willow screamed, as the sun had gone down, so we couldn't use that against them.
The flames sent them away pretty fast, but they also destroyed one of the books we read our curse from.
And the disk.
My mom's soul had been restored, but my dad's could never be.
I knew what I had to do.
* * *
It hurt so much. Slaying my dad, who had loved me and adored me for sixteen years, was the hardest thing I had ever had to do.
What made it harder was that my mom left Sunnydale. She said she needed a change for a while. Time to take a break.
I knew where she was going.
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BUFFY
2019
It was easy to track him down. I knocked on the door, nervous. Anxious. Excited.
He opened the door. "Buffy," he said, almost as if he had been expecting me. "Faith called me. She explained everything."
Then I didn't have to. "Angel, I love you," I said as we fell into each other's arms.
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