“What the ‘Ell are we waitin for slayer”
“Her name is Buffy”
“Whatever Peaches, so Buff-y, what exatly are we waitin in your living room for?”
“Potentials” Buffy just sat on her couch, looking out the window to the darkend sunnydale street, in a daze. Angel came down to help Giles with reasurch and of course the necessary training of the potentals, Spike was just being spike, who happend to agree to help train the potentials, afterall it was the least he could do since the slayer removed the chip.
“Yeah, see I got that, were exactly are they?”
“Spike, zip it, go somewere, do something”
“Well, I was in me basement, then Buffy here called me up to wait with her, you barge in the door, You know had you knocked I wouldn’t have hit you on your way in, and now your tellin me to bugger off, forgive a bloke for being a bit confused.”
“Spike, Shut up” Buffy focused her glazed eyes on spike for a milisecond before returning her eyes to the porch.
“Well, then” Spike pulled out a cigarett and just before he lit it Angel took it from him and snapped it in half.
“What the bleeding hell is your problem, fucking sod”
“Spike, you will do well to watch you language, now Angel I have some more books maybe you can sift through them see if you find anything on this first for me” Giles handed Angel the stack of books and went to sit by his protegee.
“Buffy, are you alright” Giles placed his hand on her shoulder.
“Sure I am, Im just about to start a boarding school for potentials were the’ll be trained by the oldest slayer, A vampire with a soul, and a vampire without one. Im fine, considering that were on top of the hellmouth in a abandoned town thats ready to bust loose.” A single tear started to drip down her cheek until she stood abruptly and headed twards the door.
“Buffy?” Giles questioned.
“Our first potential is here”
“Bloody great, so you peaches get A-G, the Slayer gets H-S, and Ill take the rest, by the way thats by last name” Angel rolled his eyes at his childe but decided not to goad him anymore.
Buffy opened the door to a not so young girl, whith pale white skin, curly brown hair slightly passed her sholders, crystal blue eyes, toting a heavy looking brown leather bag strung over her right sholder.
Buffy steped aside to allow the girl into the living room, She came causiously in her boot heals clicking on the wood.
“Um, is this the summers house”
“You know pet, for not being sure were your at, you could have just came into a trap. Lession One luv, know were the hell your at before you proceed ahead” Spike cocked his head at the side sporting a wicked grin that caused her to shiver down her spin.
“Ummm..”
“Yes, this is Buffy’s home, and you are” The girl looked at Angel with questioning eyes.
“And you are?”
“Birds got the first lesson down now dont she”
“Spike” Angel Snapped “You not helping, I’m Angel, the arrogant blond one is Spike” Spike scoffed at that “The man at the table is Rupert Giles, the Watcher, and the Blond woman behind you is Buffy, the Slayer”.
“Abigaile”
“Excuse me?” Angel asked.
“My name is Abigaile Bensan”
“Looks like the gelled wonder gets this pet, shes in the B’s that is your area isnt it peaches”
“Abigaile, you look a little old to be a potential” Giles stated.
“eight-teen”
“Oh, well then, a old potential, but still in the range I guess”
“yeah considerin our Buffy is twenty four now, musta upped the bar a little”
“Spike, Abigaile is your protegee, Abigaile, Spike is your trainer. He’ll show you were your bed is and hell train you. He controls your all your general training, Angel will be glad to help you with Tai Chi, Willow - the redhead you havn’t met yet, will help you with centering and balancing yourself, I will take you on outings to the local cemetaries for actual practice of slayage, and Giles will help you boost your knowledge of the Demonds in question at the moment. Is that clear”.
Everyone in the room nodded there head, Abigail included.
“Right then, come along luv” Spike turned and started down the hall to the door that led to the basement, his bedroom per-say. Abigail looked to Angel for ok and he nodded his head.
“You could have taken her bag you know” Giles gripped under his breath. Spike turned around almost bumping into abigaile who quickly jumped out of his way.
“And shes a potential Giles, needs to start carrying her own weight” And with that continued on his way with Abigail close behind him.
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Abigaile followed the bleached blond down the stairs into the dark basement, that she noticed was turned into a makeshift training room. A full wall mirror was along one side of the four walls. A book shelf occupied the corner with various wepons replacing musty books. A treadmill, and a large punching bag in the center of the worn blue matt covering the stone underneath it.
“Ok, um weres my room?”
“See that door over there luv, thats were we are headed”
Abigail stopped in her tracks. Eyes wide “We!”
“Yes We, your sharing a room with me, Not a bed a room so get over it. All high and migty up there is going to be assigning Angel, Herself and Me...”Protogies”. And she thinks it’s best that they room with us, you know someone to protect you if they decide to come after you, now be a good little bird and follow along”
Abigale bit the inside of her lip and her eyes narrowed at his last satement but followed him through the door anyway. There was seven cots that didn’t look to cumfy and a large bed. She wasn’t going to even ask she got to sleep in the bed so she picked the cot closest to the door and furthest from his bed. As soon as she dropped her bad spike picked it up again and placed it on the cot closes to the bed.
“Closer to me, easier to protect and all that rot, Here” spike tossed her a cotton comforter and two fluffy pillows. “Get some sleep eh, will discuss your traning sitch in the morn.”
“Um, Spike, Weres the bathroom and all so I can change and you know use it?”
“Up the stairs and to your left first door on the right.You’r ganna be at a real disadvantage when the other potentials come we only got two bathrooms in the house and none of them are close to you or me you’ll have to get up early luv to win a spot in the hot shower.”
Spike was sitting on the bed taking his boots off.
“Well then, your a vamp so my traning can start at two am then, We’ll get the trainning room alone before anyone else, and I could race up around 4am and grab the shower, you could to.”
“Angel and I take showers around one in the morning luv, dont feel like fighting with the scooby’s lot for hott water, sure as a hell arn’t going to feel like fighting with a buch of hormoneous potentials when the do come.- Whats your name anyway”
Abigaile looked a little hurt that he didn’t remember his name but decided it had been a long night so would cut everyone slack. “Abigaile, but you can call me Abby”
“And you can continue calling me Spike Luv”
“Is that a cultural thing?”
“What me callin you Luv, Guess it is, so is me callin you Bird, Pet, Sweets, all that rot is a british thing I guess but you wont hear Giles doing any of that, figure he’s been in america far to long to remember proper british talk.”
“Poor excuse for him then, since your over two hundered and are still doing it when hes only going to be british for a few more decades”
“How much do you know about me Abby”
“William the bloody, you ran with Angelus your sire, Love of your life was Drusilla, Master was your blood line, and now your my ally” Spike cocked his head to the side.
“Never heard anyone sum it up quite like that”
“Never met someone quite like me then” And with that Abby turned out the door to the bathroom.
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