“So… Spike’s in town,” Buffy said, still trying to understand the course of events.
“Yep,” replied Xander.
“And there’s a new Slayer in town.”
“Yep.”
“And they’re…”
“Snuggly-wuggly,” provided Willow.
Buffy made a face. “Yuck.”
Xander nodded. “Yeah, that’s pretty much my reaction, too. So, tell me again why you’re back.”
Buffy looked at her feet. “We have bigger issues right now.”
Willow looked at her best friend. “No, Buffy. We don’t.”
The Slayer sighed and resigned herself to telling the story. “Giles found me. There was a big thing… long story short, I told him I wasn’t coming. I really wasn’t, either, until Lily came home that night with some idea of opening a teen shelter. She really wanted to do it. I talked to her about it and offered my help, but she noticed that I wasn’t exactly heartfelt about it. I’d lost my job, so she told me to get back here. I gave her my savings and followed her orders. She took my name.”
“Oh-kaaaay,” Cordy said skeptically. “Now tell us the real version.”
“Cordelia,” Giles said quietly. “Remember that chat we had about tact a spell ago?”
Cordelia rolled her eyes and slumped back in her chair without saying anything further. The room was silent for a moment.
“Hey,” Oz spoke up, “if you’re expelled from school, isn’t it illegal to be on school property?”
Buffy shifted uncomfortably in her seat. “Well, yes,” Giles said, cleaning his glasses, “but the chances of Snyder coming in here seem slim these days. He hasn’t been in here since…”
Giles was interrupted by the abrupt swinging of the library doors. Everyone sitting at the table except Buffy recoiled unconsciously as a woman Buffy didn’t recognize stopped in her tracks at the sight of the Slayer.
“You must be Buffy,” she said in a gravelly voice.
Studying her friends’ reactions, Buffy responded with, “I’m going to take a leap of… well, Faith, and assume that you’re the other Slayer.”
Faith smiled sarcastically. “You’re hard to find.”
“Only to people like you.”
Faith gasped. “That hurt, B,” she said without sincerity.
“Yeah, well. I don’t play nice with the dark side.” Buffy stood and came face to face with the dark-haired Slayer. “I hear you hold different morals, though.”
“Hey, B, step off. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Buffy smiled and raised her eyebrows. “Oh, really? Well, my bad. See, here I thought you were fooling around with a soulless, heartless vampire. But I guess I was wrong.”
Faith stepped back and leaned against the wall. “Hey, what—or who—a girl does is her own business. I hear your track record with vamps ain’t exactly stake and sweep, either.”
“So where is he now, Faith?” Buffy asked, not listening to the other Slayer’s words. “Holed up for the day in your little hotel room? Hiding in the mansion at Restfield cemetery?”
“Right behind you?” said a voice from the stacks. Buffy, Giles, and everyone else sitting at the table wheeled around to face William the Bloody, smiling with a look of satisfaction and bloodlust. “Hello, love,” he said to Faith before he leapt over the banister and morphed into vamp face. “All set?”
“Hell yeah,” she said, stepping away from the door to show that it had been blockaded. “Let’s do this.”
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