Gypsy sat at the bar quietly. He downed another scotch as he stared off into space. He did this a lot recently it was the only way to stop the rising guilt. He was a tall man with long brown hair tied back into a ponytail. He had silver eyes which give the impression that there is a lot more to him then most people thing. He was wearing a black leather jacket, a black t-shirt, black jeans and heavy black steel cap boots. As he ordered his fifth drink he sensed another man sit next to him. Gypsy sighed.
“Whistler.” He said
“Hey kid,” Whistler replied, “How you been?”
“Not a kid,” he replied, “a few centuries older then you are remember?”
“I remember. I have a . . .”
“No.”
Whistler looked at him confused.
“But you don’t know what I’m going to ask you.”
“That’s why it was easy to say no,” Gypsy replied, “See, if you told me I would have had no choice but to use a naughty word then hit you. Then that guy behind us is going to hit me and before you know it there’ll be a bar brawl that nobody wants.”
“I’ll take my chances,” Whistlers replied
Gypsy turned and looked at the demon. He was still dressed in his brown leather jacket, Hawaiian shirt and fedora hat which made Gypsy wonder whether or not he had actually head of the word fashion.
“Alright, I’ll bite, what do the Powers That Be want with me?”
“Well it’s not the powers exactly.”
The calm expression dropped from Gypsy’s face.
“Tell my you’re not working for her.”
“She made a good argument kid. As much as you hate it you’re involved in this to.”
Gypsy grabbed Whistler by the collar. He dragged him close as his face vamped out.
“I didn’t want to be involved!” he snapped
“None of us do kid,” Whistler replied, “that’s why they call it war.”
Gypsy released Whistler and morphed his face back. He went back to his drink. Whistler straightened his shirt and leaned against the bar.
“Must have been a real kick in the teeth huh?”
“What?” Gypsy replied angrily
“The Rift,” Whistler explained, “Giving you your soul back. Man I’ve worked with a vampire with a soul I know how moody they can get.”
“So what if it did? Why do you want me?” Gypsy asked as he turned to look at the demon again
Gypsy saw the expression on Whistlers face and knew instantly.
“Oh this is what this is about?” he asked, “You want me to find her don’t you?”’
“You’re the only one who can. You and her are the only one who can.” Whistler replied
“Haven’t heard the news? All the slayers are gone.”
Whistler smiled at him
“You’re going to make this difficult aren’t you?” he asked
“Going to?”
Whistler laughter. He looked up at the vampire seriously
“Let me tell you a little story.”
Gypsy rolled his eyes.
“Here we go.”
~ Graveyard, Los Angeles California – 7 years ago ~
this is the tale of a slayer, very strong independent girl to, the kind you really don’t want to look at funny if you like the way your face looks . . .
The vampire flew back hard against the tree. As it tried to regain its footing Shona Mayers charged in and started to pound into him. She spun kicked him across the head and he fell down hard. The vampire looked up he tried to shift to a sitting position. Shona glared at him
“oh you ain’t thinkin’ of getting’ up!” she snapped kicking him in the face.
From the back of her jeans she pulled out a stake and slammed it through his heart.
Shona Mayers, roughly 21 years at that stage. This young African American was dynamic and dedicated. When she was called she jumped into the work with both fists flying and you didn’t want to be in the way. She didn’t know it at the time but she was in involved with the most influential slayer team ever to work the mean streets of Los Angeles. . .
Shona dusted herself off as Rebecca and Nighthawk walked up. Shona smiled at the pair of them.
“Well how’s that?” she asked
“Not bad,” Rebecca replied, “nicely done Shona.”
Nighthawk grunted.
“I cold have, like, sooo done it faster.” She replied
Shona looked at the slender 18 year wearing the mask in disbelief.
“Say what?” Shona
“You did all that running around and stuff,” Nighthawk explained, “I would have been in and, like, POW!”
“Oh you did not just say that!”
“And when are we getting matching uniforms? I asked months ago”
Shona gritted her teeth. She charged up but the two of them were forced apart, as usual, by Rebecca.
“Alright that’s enough for tonight,” Rebecca ordered, “We’ll check in at the club and head home. Got it?”
Shona and Nighthawk were silent.
“Got it?” Rebecca said more insistently
“Yeah.” Shona replied, “Just keep mask girl out of my face and I’ll be fine.”
“Oh yeah!” Nighthawk snapped back, “Well you’re just . . . mean.”
Rebecca Summers and Penny Whitfield a.k.a. Nighthawk had their own journeys. I don’t think I need to explain the Trinity Tiller to you because everybody knows that Rebecca became the Divine One and as for Nighthawk, well, she got her wish granted and is now vigilanteing somewhere in Phoenix with a small bird and an old guy who sounds like a country singer.
“I know all this,” Gypsy snapped at him, “Why are you telling me things I already know?”
“You know for a guy who’s been alive for as long as you have you really don’t have any patience.” Whistler replied
Over the next seven years a lot of stuff happens to these three that mainly centered around their team leader Rebecca. Shona dealt with everything in her stride until that day . . .
~ The Battle of Trinity, los Angeles California – 2 years ago ~
. . . The fighting was intense. Swords swung everywhere as tazer blasts accompanied them. Around them members of both sides fells. Shona charged in blade flying. She stabbed one demon while kicking back another. Pulling her sword out her spun it around with expert precision removing the head of a third demon approaching from behind her. she ducked under a forth demons attack barrel rolling across the ground then piercing it’s heart as it tried to strike at her on the ground.
Penny was having equal luck. She forced back two demons who were trying to make a move on a coupe of the colonists. After that she spun kicked another sending it flying back into the crowd. Just before she was going to charge that demon a larger one struck her on the back of the head causing her to fall to the ground. Fortunately she managed to swing herself around before his demon finished her off. Shona saw Penny struggling with the demon. Punching two other demons out of the way she charged in tackling the large demon onto the ground. She punched it across the face knocking it out cold. Shona turned and helped Penny back onto her feet.
“Thanks,” penny said in relief, “I wasn’t gonna last very long.”
“Nobody hurts my main Girl,” Shona replied, “Let’s go we still have a lot more demons to . . . “
Shona stopped suddenly. Penny looked at Shona’s shocked expression on her face with curiosity. A moment later she noticed the sword blade protruding from Shona’s chest. The tall demon pulled the blade out and Shona collapsed to the ground. Penny looked up at the demon in a fiery anger. She swung out with her blade with lightning speed. At first the demon deflected the shots with his own blade but, a moment later, Penny got the upper hand stabbing the demon through the heart.
Penny scrambled back to Shona and lifted her up onto her lap. Although weak Shona could see the tears forming in Penny’s eyes.
“Wow that really hurts.” Shona joked
“Don’t you die on me.” Penny screamed
Shona looked up to her and smiled.
“Sorry girl it sounded better when I said it.”
Penny laughed. She didn’t mean to but Shona always managed to make her laugh. In between a coughing fit Shona looked at Penny curiously.
“What the hell are you still doin’ here?” she asked slightly annoyed, “you got to get these slayers back to Beck.”
“I-I can’t,” Penny replied anxiously, “not without you!”
“The hell you can’t, “Shona replied getting weaker by the second, “You’re more then ready to do this. Just one thing . . .”
She reached into her jacket pocket. She pulled out a small mask and handed it to Penny. Penny looked at it in surprise. This was one of the masks she threw away when she dropped her nickname. Shona smiled up at her.
“. . . they don’t need Penny to lead them they need Nighthawk.”
Shona began to cough violently. She looked up at her slayer partner for the last time.
“Go get them.” were her final words
Penny felt the life fade from Shona’s body. She laid it down carefully onto the ground and stood up slowly.
And that’s where her story should have ended but you and I both know what happened next. Shona Mayers should still be dead if it wasn’t for one thing . . .
The rift . . .
Shona’s body lay silently. The battle had since moved on from the jail and was making it’s way to the main event at Wolfram and Hart L.A. Suddenly the peace was broken by a sudden crackling in the air. the sky began to warp and distort as a giant red crack appeared. It began to spew out energy which hit the dead slayer with full force. Her body began to glow brighter and brighter and as it did so the sword wound began to heal. Shona’s eyes snapped open as he gasped her first breath.
The slayer sat up quickly and looked around. she shielded her eyes as she saw the floating vortex hovering above her head. Just then, as suddenly as it appeared it disappeared. Shona got to her feet and looked around the other dead colonists and slayers. She was killed she knew it so why was she the only one coming back? In the back of her mind she knew she had to get back to the battle but something wasn’t right. Shona turned a started to make her way out of the city.
“That’s a touching story,” Gypsy said, “really, I’m almost in tears.”
Gypsy turned and faced Whistler.
“I guess this is the point where you try and convince me to help you find her, I mean, that’s why you’re here?”
“You’re not as dumb as you look,” Whistler replied
“Not interested.”
“You two are the only ones who were touched by the rift energy and lived,” Whistler Explained, “Besides if you don’t go for her you know Talon will.”
Gypsy looked over to Whistler in shock.
“Talon’s here?” he asked
“Yep. Probably doing the same thing I’m asking you to do.”
Gypsy looked back down at the bar. If talon is involved it’s not going to end well.
“We don’t have much time on this Gypsy,” Whistler said seriously, “If either one of you go that’s it. there will be no way to seal it and Talon knows that.”
“Alright,” Gypsy said, “But I want to talk to her first.”
“Figured you might. She’s outside.”
Gypsy dropped down some money and pushed away from the bar. he walked outside seriously closely followed by Whistler. Outside stood a woman. she was wearing a long flowing white gown that seemed to sway in the absent breeze. She had long straight blond hair and crystal blue eyes. when she saw the vampire approach she smiled warmly.
“Gypsy.” She started
“Can it Aurora!” Gypsy snapped, “I want to make something clear. I’ll help you find Shona but not for you and not for the demon. I’m doing it for her.”
“So you must have heard about Talon.”
“Whistler filled me in. how long has he been back?”
“He arrived about a month ago and has been seeking her since.”
“Let me ask you this,” Gypsy asked, “ An entire coven, the Council of Watchers and, hell, even the Slayer Underground is looking for any Gen S’ what make’s you think I’m going to find her?”
“Because you two are both connected,” Aurora replied, “forged by the energies of the rift.”
“Dandy. Let’s get moving I need to find Shona before Talon does.”
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