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In every generation, there is a Chosen One. She alone will stand against the vampires, the demons, and the forces of darkness. She is the Slayer.
Or so it has been for so many generations as to become the stuff of legends. Until the mantle of the Chosen One fell up a young California High girl named Buffy Summers. Unlike those who came before her, Buffy refused to live the life of a solitary warrior, relying on friends to aid her in the never-ending fight. A difference that proved to have far-reaching and previously unimagined effects.
When Buffy Summers fell in battle, as all Slayers before her had done, the mystic call had gone out for another to take her place. But then, since Buffy had not been alone when she fell, her friends were able to bring her back from clinical death. So, for the first time in history, two young women now carried the title - Vampire Slayer.
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The dark cloak of night had long overtaken the warmth of day as two young women moved silently through the graveyard. Leading the way was a blonde-haired girl; her long hair tied back in a ponytail and dressed in simple denim jacket, black jeans and a sleeveless white T-shirt. Using hand signals, she showed her companion which path she was planning to take toward their destination. Not waiting for an acknowledgment, the slim, athletically-built, girl leapt over a wide tombstone and raced toward the large mausoleum a few hundred yards ahead.
There were a dozen cemeteries in the town of Sunnydale, and each as familiar to the Slayer as her own backyard. For a town of Sunnydale's size, the number of graveyards might seem excessive to a casual observer, but the small community was far from ordinary. It was built a century before over the Hellmouth, an entrance to the underworld and a center of demonic activity.
Her companion, dark-haired and dressed in similar clothing, if of a darker shade, waited a few seconds and then headed for the tall structure as well. Using a different path, she stealthily came up from the opposite direction. Nearing the open space in front of the iron gated entrance, she saw a large group of men and women standing in front of it.
Or what appeared to be men and women, for in her heart she knew them to be dark reflections of the people whose bodies they now possessed. Soulless demons that had risen from the grave, draining the blood of the living for sustenance, adding some of their victims to their number. It was to combat such evil that she had been born.
Long before she had received her mystic call, and the powers it had imparted within her, she had been training for her destiny. Taken from her family home in Jamaica at an early age, the light-brown skinned girl had raised with only one goal in mind - to be the Slayer. A destiny that she had been taught would require her to forsake all aspects of a normal life.
It was that single-minded dedication that caused Kendra, for that was the only name she had ever known, to have such difficulty understanding this one called Buffy. During her years of training, she had studied the lives of those who came before her. From the primitive who was the first, to the Slayer who had preceded Buffy Summers. They had all given themselves fully to the life, accepting the wise advice of the Council of Watchers. Yet, time and again, Buffy insisted on defying their orders. This was not the life of a Slayer as it had been taught to her.
Even more, the American had grown up with her family by her side, and when the gift of her powers had been made known to her, she had tried to deny them. Then, after finally taking up the role she had been born to, Buffy had disregarded the first rule of a Slayer, that of secrecy. Almost from the beginning, she had involved those she called friends in her mission.
Much as she had pondered the discrepancies in the weeks since she had met her still living predecessor, those were questions to be put aside for now. The small grouping in front of her had become aware of her presence and now turned in her direction.
Following their previously agreed upon plan, Kendra stood up from behind the headstone that had temporarily concealed her from the vampire nest and stepped out into the open. As expected, all eyes turned in her direction.
"Who the hell are you?" the tallest of the figures closest to her, who in life had been George Wilson, called out.
"I'll tell you who she is," the shade of Michael Smith, standing at the other end of the semi-circle, said as his features morphed into his game face, "she's dinner. I do so love it when they deliver."
"I am Kendra," the mocha skinned girl said without fear as she lifted a sharply pointed wooden stake in her hand, "de vampire Slayer."
"Yeah, right," the first vampire laughed, a reaction echoed by the rest of the ensemble, "and I'm Count Dracula."
Taking advantage of their distraction, Kendra surged forward and, with a rapid motion almost too quick to follow, drove her stake into the chest of the laughing demon. There was just enough time for George Wilson's face to fill with a look of surprise before his entire body collapsed into a pile of finely ground dust. A pile that was quickly carried away by the blowing breeze.
"God damn you, bitch!" Michael Smith cried out as he watched his associate die a second death, ignoring the absurdity of a spawn of hell calling on the Deity to curse someone.
"I think she might be for real, Mike," a red-haired female vampire said from the back of the pack.
The remaining vampires took a step back, moving to form a wide circle around Kendra, keeping a respectable distance from her and the deadly tool in her hand. Her senses fully on alert to any sudden moment they might make, the dark-haired girl kept herself moving as to keep all of them in view.
"You know, I'm actually glad to meet you, Slayer," Smith said with a grinning laugh as a realization caused his anger to abate, "I really am. Cause according to the legend, just the fact that you're here means that Buffy bitch is feeding the worms somewhere. And I for one am not sorry to see her go, only that I wasn't the one that got to plant her."
"Then I think you're going to be doubly disappointed," a voice said from behind the vampire as he felt a sudden, sharp pain in his chest, "because the legend's been rewritten."
He just had time to look down and see a wooden arrow sticking from his torso. Then, in less time than it would've taken his heart to beat, if it did beat, he became dust in the wind as his compatriot had done a minute before.
"Two Slayers?" another of the female vampires, a dark skinned girl named Tanya, asked in confusion as the remaining demons turned to look at the new arrival.
"... no waiting." Buffy answered, completing a phrase that had become almost a litany these last few weeks.
Buffy dropped the now empty crossbow and did a barrel roll that brought her to Kendra's side. Continuing the fluid motion, she rose to her feet, drawing a wooden stake from beneath her jacket. A powerful kick into the chest of the closest vamp sent him hurdling into a tall stone obelisk, stunning him long enough for her to dispatch the surprised demon with a quick thrust.
Kendra followed her lead, lashing out at the closest vampire as well, reducing her to ashes after knocking her to the ground with a blinding series of powerful punches.
Of the original group, almost a third were already gone.
Odds of more than four to one, especially with the element of surprise exhausted, might seem overwhelming, but neither Slayer showed any signs of fear. They covered each other's backs as the remaining vamps circled around them.
The clock ticked slowly as both Slayers and the remaining members of the nest took stock of the situation, each gauging their chances of success in the coming battle. Tension hung in the air like a tangible thing, until an unexpected voice broke it.
"Buffy? Buffy Summers?" one of the remaining undead, a brunette the same age as Buffy, asked as she stepped out to the front of the group. "Is that really you?"
It took the blonde-haired Slayer a moment to recognize the girl calling her name. It wasn't until she dropped her game face that she remembered her.
"Sandy Wilson?" Buffy said, remembering the girl she knew from her first months at Sunnydale High.
"How are you?" Sandy asked, her tone and mannerisms shifting from the murdering demon she was to the party girl she once had been.
"A little busy at the moment," Buffy said, keeping the rest of the pack in view.
"I can't believe you're the Slayer," Sandy said as she stepped even closer. "I mean like you used to copy my answers in history class."
One of the problems with living on the Hellmouth was that some of the undead you encountered tended to be people you once knew. Putting that from her mind and taking advantage of her new proximity, Buffy swung out her arm and dusted Sandy.
"Her answers didn't help," Buffy quipped as she pulled back her stake and whirled about to face the two other vamps that had surged forward after she had staked Sandy, "I got a C in that course."
The rest of the nest followed suit and battle was quickly joined. Aside from possessing inhuman strength, vampires tended to return from the dead with an assortment of fighting skills that they had lacked in life. It took all of both Slayer's strength and training to just to brunt the force of their attack, and then try to turn it around.
The first vamp to reach Kendra spied a weapon in the form of a long handled shovel left behind by a careless gravedigger. Swinging it like an ax, he aimed it at the Slayer's head. Kendra leaned back at the last moment and avoided decapitation as his swing went wide.
He swung again from above, but she blocked the attack with her stake. Still, the force of the impact knocked it from her hand. Kendra brought her booted foot up in a snap kick that dislodged the spade from his hands, sending the makeshift weapon spinning into the air.
Kendra grabbed the long handle with both hands, bringing it down across her knee with enough force to snap it in two. Dropping the half with the metal pan, she drove the now jagged wooden end into the heart of her adversary, again reducing their number.
Realizing that their sole advantage lay in their still superior numbers, four of the remaining vamps attacked Buffy at once. The golden haired Slayer grabbed one by his shirt and pulled him to her as she dropped down to the ground. Once on her back, she lifted him off of her with both her legs and sent him hurling into the broken branch of a nearby tree. The impromptu stake served its purpose as his body exploded in a dust cloud.
Jumping back up on her feet, Buffy managed to avoid the swing of another onrushing vampire, blocking it and then smashing her elbow into his face, followed by a backhand punch to his head. He went down awkwardly, but gained his fellows the opening they needed.
Tanya caught Buffy off guard with a solid punch in the face. A second blow right behind it was hard enough to split her lip. Buffy stumbled backward, but managed to stay on her feet.
The vamp she had stunned, joined by the last of the quartet, returned to the fray and grabbed Buffy's arms. Tanya grabbed the restrained Slayer by her hair, yanking her head up hard and fast before she could regain her equilibrium. Another pair of powerful blows followed, this time in her stomach.
