“I am so, so sorry about Shona Roy,” Nighthawk pleaded, ”It won’t happen again I swear! I really need this job.”
Roy looked at her seriously. He scratched at the bandages on his head. He shifted uncomfortably on his seat trying to find a position where his stomach wound hurt the least.
“Alright Pen here’s the deal,” he said seriously, “you get your job back but if I see blackula any where near this place your out on your ass got it?”
“Yeah, okay. Thank you so much.” Nighthawk replied relieved
“No big.”
Roy threw Nighthawk a small bundle he had on his desk. At first she thought he gave her a couple of cleaning rags to clean the front counter but after she looked at it properly she soon realized what they were.
“That’s your new uniform,” Roy explained slyly, “You start wearing it from your next shift.”
Nighthawk looked anxiously at the small boob tube and the micro mini skirt he just handed her.
“This isn’t gonna cover much.” Nighthawk commented hesitantly.
Roy smiled and looked her up and down.
“That’s the idea.”
“I-I don’t think I could wear this.”
“Alright. I don’t think you can work here. And I’ll lay assault charges against your black friend.”
Nighthawk looked up shocked.
“It’s okay you don’t need to do that,” she replied frantically, “I’ll wear it.”
“Good. I’ll see tomorrow night.”
Nighthawk nodded sadly. She walked slowly to the door. Her instincts were screaming at her that this was a bad idea but she didn’t have much of a choice rent was due next week and she didn’t have enough cash to pay it without work.
“One last thing Penny,” Roy called out to her before she left the store, “those two things your holding, they’re the only thing your gonna have on so, next shift, lose the underwear.”
Nighthawk didn’t like the way Roy was smiling at her. She nodded briefly and exited the store.
Connor bust through his front door frantically. On the floor his parents and his sister lay dead. He covered his mouth in shock and dropped to his knees crawling to his parents. Tears filled his eyes as he saw the bite marks on their necks. Suddenly Conner was kicked in the face by one of the vampires in the house. He flew back and hit the wall quickly sliding to the floor. Looking up at the vampire Conner noticed, to his horror that he was standing in the sunlight unaffected. He had spoken to his real father about the invulnerable vampires that crossed over from the hell dimension but had never seen them face to face before.
Jumping back onto his feet. He picked up a chair and snapped off a piece of wood. Connor charged at the vampire piercing his chest with the stake. The wound healed instantly as soon as he pulled out the stake. He tried punching the vampire a few times but had a similar result. During one of his assaults the vamp tripped him up causing him to collapse hard onto the polished wood. The vampire leaped on top of him, pinning him to the ground, he bared his fangs and . . .
Connor woke up with a start. He wiped the sweat from his forehead as he calmed down his breathing. That attack on his family had been the only thing he had been dreaming about ever since that morning. He would have been dead to if it hadn’t been for his real father and that goddess intervening at the last moment he would have ended up like the Riley’s. It still eats away at him that he wasn’t there to protect them. He should have never gone to Stanford that left his family vulnerable.
It wouldn’t have mattered anyway. The way Angel explained it to him this attack was from the law firm he used to work for something about getting revenge on Angel because of what happened with this girl named Rebecca. Nobody told him who this Rebecca was all he knew is that every time someone brought up her name they all got very depressed especial Alex. He was supposed to marry her, at least that’s what he heard, instead she disappears somewhere in Europe. Now Alex just stays around the hotel and helps out Angel Investigations with all the science stuff Fred used to do.
This is what Connor found Alex doing when he made his way down to the lobby.
“Geez don’t you ever leave,” he said as he walked around the reception desk.
Alex looked up from his microscope. He thought about the question carefully.
“I think I went to the bathroom at about three in the morning. Does that count?” he commented.
Connor smirked. From a draw at the reception desk he pulled out a cross. Waking quickly he held it up to the confused scientist.
“Ah . . . What are you doing?” Alex asked
“Making sure,” Connor replied.
After a short moment Connor was satisfied. Placing the cross on the desk he moved around to where Alex was working.
“What you working on?”
“It’s a skin sample from that demon Angel killed, you know the one bothering that girl, there’s some kind of acidic residue on it I’m trying to figure out what it is.”
“Any luck?”
“So far I’ve ruled out saliva and bile. I think this wasn’t part of the demon maybe some kind of mind control substance. I’ve been trying to cross-reference with some of the magical texts but my Latin isn’t what it used to be.”
Connor nodded. He looked at the scientists curiously.
“Can I make a suggestion?” he asked
Alex looked up from his work.
“Sure.”
“Go out into natural daylight,” he replied, “I just proved you’re not a vamp so there’s no reason for you to look so pale.”
Alex smiled. He knew Connor was only trying to help.
“I got a lot of things to do here.”
“It’s not going anywhere. Come on I’ll take you to a movie or something. Or we can hit the clubs tonight what do you think?”
Alex shrugged reluctantly. Connor folded his arms and looked seriously.
“When was the last time you got laid?”
Alex looked at Connor in surprise.
“I really don’t want to talk about It.” he replied insistently
Connor smirked in realization.
“Oh,” he replied, “That long.”
Alex shook his head and went back to his work. Looking around the desk he noticed a framed photo sitting on the corner. He picked it up and looked at it.
“Why don’t you call her? She looks hot maybe you two can do something together.” he commented pointing to the photo.
Alex looked at the photo Connor was holding. He frowned sadly and just stared at it. This confused Connor until he realized who was in the photo.
“Oh,” he replied awkwardly, “man, I am so sorry.”
“I-it’s okay. You didn’t know.” Alex replied leaning against his work desk
Connor looked at the photo closely.
“So this is Rebecca huh? Cute. Who was she?”
“Someone very special.” Alex replied softly
Rebecca stood in the alleyway across from Gen S. She watched it carefully taking mental notes of times different people walked in and out. She knew this task wouldn’t be a simple smash and grab. After the incident with Club Hellmouth Willow would have some serious magic protecting the club. As she stood and watched she could feel the barrier surrounding the club. When the coast was clear she shifted herself to a better vantage point.
Where she was positioned now was inside the barrier. From what Rebecca could feel from the spell it protected the club from demon and uber-slayer attacks. She figured the only reason her uber-slayer power was still working was the fact that her original Generation S Slayer power was mixed in and was acting like a filter. Testing her other abilities she discovered an issue.
“Most of my powers are blocked,” Rebecca explained when she got back to the apartment, “Willow was very precise about who she wanted inside the club.”
“So what’s the deal now?” Whistler asked
“It’s not like I’m entirely powerless,” Rebecca replied, “I still have my Uber-Slayer ability that, hopefully, should be enough.”
“Let’s hope so I hate for that cute ass of your to be fricasseed before you ice the partners.”
“That’s not our biggest problem. I can’t hand over the Slayer Scythe to Wolfram and Heart. There has to be something else. Is there anyone you know who could make a fake one whistler?”
“Sorry kiddo,” Whistler replied, butting out his first cigarette then lighting his second, “faking dead bodies’ one thing. But faking a mystical weapon, that’s pretty much impossible. Not with out leaving a calling card of who did it.”
Rebecca frowned seriously. This was not going to go well. If they couldn’t find a way to replace the slayer scythe that going to leave the chosen open for attack. Rebecca couldn’t risk that.
“I believe we can help Divine One.” Markus Commented, “Bother Anthony, in the monastery armory, has dealt with items of power before. There is a strong chance he could replicate the weapon without any evidence.”
Rebecca nodded.
“That’s good. We can leave it there until we know it’s safe to return It.” she replied, “in the mean time I need a way of getting in and out undetected.”
Angel walked through the front door of Gen S. he ducked down quickly narrowly missing a pane of glass Xander was carrying.
“Whoa easy there Angel,” Xander commented, “slayer proof glass doesn’t come cheap.”
“Sorry,” Angel apologized, “didn’t realize you came back to the club.”
“Wasn’t planning to but I had a visit from little green riding hood who made a very convincing argument.”
Angel looked at him shocked.
“Was this woman shortish with a long green jacket and a dark green mask?”
“Met her too huh. Here’s me thinking she was a one man demon.”
“What did she do to you?”
“She put all my staff to sleep then chased me into a portal.”
“So she didn’t kill anybody?”
“No. . .” Xander replied anxiously, “Why? Who is she?”
“That’s what I’m trying to figure out. All I know so far is that she’s Wolfram and Hart’s new lap dog, though they didn’t admit it directly.”
Xander motioned to the window. Angel helped him fit the windowpane into the frame.
“Perfect. What are they up to this time? They’re not trying to end the world again are they?”
“I have no idea that’s what’s worring me.”
The front door opened and Whistler stepped inside. He looked around confused.
“Whoa ‘scuse me,” he said startled as he saw Xander and Angel near the front entrance, “this aint the Hilton hotel is it?”
“Sorry. You have the wrong part of town.” Xander replied
“Damn! I knew that cabby was trying to screw me over!”
After the pane was place into position Angel turned to look at the visitor.
“Whistler?” he asked in surprise
“Angel ya doin’? How’s that champion thing working out?”
“Fine . . . What are you doing here?”
“Being robbed by this cities public transport. I’m walking from now on.”
Whistler walked around the club. He whistled in appreciation.
“Nice digs,” he commented, “what is it your?”
“No it belongs to a friend of mine.”
Whistler smiled mischievously.
“This friend wouldn’t happen to be a certain leggy blonde slayer would it?”
“Yeah.” angel replied
On the roof Rebecca was monitoring Whistler via a concealed camera she hid with a cloaking spell. Fortunately for her her magic is unaffected when cast ouside the barrier.
“Enough small talk whistler I need to see where the scythe is being held.” She commented over her radio
“So what is this place? Some kind of bar?” whistler asked as he slowly made his way to the rear of the establishment.
“Your friend’s quick,” Xander commented finishing the maintenance on the window.
“It’s a members only club,” Angel replied
“For Slayers?”
Angel looked at him curiously. Whistler just smiled
“Don’t look so shocked. The owners a slayer, that’s the slayers friend fixing the window. I figure this place had to be slayer related.”
Whistler moved around the bar and into the training room. Xander and Angel quickly followed. Once in the back room Whistler saw a glass case on the back wall holding the scythe. Carefully he moved towards it.
“What do you think kid?” he asked softly
On the video monitor Rebecca looked at the case closely.
“Nothing visible, probably some kind of force field or a stronger barrier spell. This one’s going to be tricky. Can you move in a little closer and find out.”
“Alright but if I get hit by some kind of lighting bolt I’m not gonna forgive you.” Whistler replied apprehensively
Whistler walked up to it slowly. He reached out with his hand. The force field rippled from his touch. Suddenly a loud shrieking noise started from out of nowhere. From the office Buffy and Willow barreled into the training room ready for a fight at the same time Angel and Xander moved in.
“I just wanted to look at it is all!” Whistler said defensively
“Who the hell are you!” Buffy yelled at him
“It’s okay Buffy he’s a friend.” Angel said, “This is Whistler.”
“Hey I know you. You talked to me at that watchers place before you stabbed Angel through the heart.”
Buffys memory snapped back into place as willow magically reset the alarm.”
“Oh yeah,” Buffy replied, “Sorry about the nearly killing you.”
“It’s okay. Not the first time someone’s tried to kill me by accident.”
Rebecca watched the scene. She smiled softly to her self as Buffy appeared on the monitor. It had been four years since she had seen any of them and it felt go to know they all looked all right. After that brief moment of nostalgia she refocused on the task at hand.
“Whistler I’m going to need you to look up. See if you could find any ventilation system in the roof.”
“So what is this place back here?” whistler asked looking towards the roof.
As Buffy explained Rebecca took note of the air conditioning vent directly over the training area. She guessed that there would be no mystical protection on it since most demons couldn’t get past the first barrier and humans couldn’t get past the second. Rebecca stood up and surveyed the roof. She moved across to where the ventilation should be and tried to trace the shaft back to an opening on the roof. When she had figured it out she packed up her equipment.
“Get out.” Rebecca said over the radio as she made her way from the club.
“Well this has been fun but I gotta jet,” he said confidently, “I have a cab company to yell at see you guys later.”
Whistler walked confidently out of the room with the group looking at him curiously.
“He is a strange man,” Buffy commented
That night Gen S. was packed. As Rebecca arrived she noticed that there was an event happening that she didn’t know about. This was going to complicate matters but she was still confident that she could pull it off. Rebecca had traded her trademark green jacket with a black one of the same design for this evening job. She figured that wearing something bright green in a place that has neon lights might attract too much attention. Moving from rooftop to rooftop she effortlessly landed silently on the clubs roof.
Rebecca moved to the external vent cover and pulled it off with ease. She slipped inside. As she moved down the ventilation shaft she could clearly see that the dance floor was a wall-to-wall slayers. She had to move carefully the last thing she wants is a repeat of Club Hellmouth. It took a few minutes to reach the training room. Making sure it was empty she slowly removed to cover and dropped into the room. Rebecca moved as silently as she could. From her pockets she pulled out a couple of Lorcharmite Crystals, which are primarily used in spell disarming, carefully she positioned the crystals on the barrier. Slowly they began to shimmer until both of them shattered. Rebecca swore to herself Willow must have considered someone might try that.
She tested the barrier with her hand. It felt strange and familiar. It took Rebecca a moment to realize why. Rebecca took a moment and concentrated. She slowed her breathing and let the energies of the barrier fill her. A moment later she opened her eyes and reached slowly for the case. Her hand passed through the barrier unaffected. She smiled to herself as she proved her theory right. Since Rebecca was using a version of Willows magic she could use it like the slayer power filter and gain full use of her abilities again. Just before Rebecca was about to open the case she heard a couple of voices heading for the training room. She moved at lightning speed away from the case. She jumped up the wall, talking a few steps to keep momentum, and grabbed hold of a two support beams on the roof with her hands and feet.
“ . . . I know Nighthawk doesn’t want me to help but I just can’t sit around.” Shona said as she entered the room.
“I don’t think rushing in is a good idea either.” Willow commented, “You know Nighthawk she’ll come around.”
“Yeah but is that before or after she gets herself killed.”
Rebecca frowned. She didn’t know Nighthawk was having trouble.
“Believe it or not Shona Nighthawk’s a strong woman. In the end you know she’ll do the right thing.”
From Rebecca’s vantage point she couldn’t see who called Willow away. She watched sadly as Shona sat alone. At that moment Rebecca desperately wished she could tell people that she was alive. Shona sighed to herself and leaned back in her chair.
“What the hell?” she exclaimed as she noticed the figure dressed in black hanging onto the ceiling.
Time for Rebecca had become severely limited. She dropped down from the room and made for the case. Just as Shona charged up she raised her hand and knocked her back magically. Her full power was returning but very slowly. Rebecca ripped the door off the case and pulled out the Scythe. She tried to open a portal in the floor but it just fizzled out of existence. She didn’t have time to wait for her full recovery so she made her way back to the vent. Shona jumped her from behind knocking her to the floor. Rebecca twisted sharply throwing her off. She barrel rolled, grabbing the scythe, back onto her feet. Just before Shona could recover bashed the Scythe into her forehead knocking her out could.
“Sorry about that Shona I had to deal with . . . “ Willow started as she re-entered
She looked from the unconscious Shona to the masked intruder. She quickly formed an energy ball and threw it at Rebecca. Putting the Scythe it the specially made bag slung over her shoulder she caught the energy ball. This shocked Willow even more. Before she could ask how the intruder did that she threw it back at Willow knocking her back into the club. Finding the moment of opportunity Rebecca made her way back up the wall and into the vent. When she was finally clear of the club she portaled her way back to the apartment.
The easy part was over. Now comes the difficult part.
Convincing Wolfram and Heart that the replica is the genuine article.
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