When the Slayer’s Away, the Potentials Shall Play
By Mandee
This takes place right after my first fanfic, somewhere in season 7. I don’t know exactly where, and I truly couldn’t care less.
Here goes:-----
Here goes again- All the Potential Slayers sat in the basement with Spike while Andrew gave them an extremely humorous Ubervamp and The First lesson.
"Alright. I know what might be thinking right now. Like maybe why Star Wars was not released in numerical order, and how the first one coincides with other ones, however Luke Skywalker and Princess Leah kiss and stuff but Luke knows they’re brother and sister. I don’t know about you, but I think that’s a little gross," Andrew, um, taught. "Kissing siblings like that is so last century."
"Uh, contrary to popular belief, Luke did not know about Princess Leah being his sister, for they found out in the fifth one, and personally, I think it was sibling support, not love. I think Luke wouldn’t have been able to commit, but Han Solo on the other hand…" a potential slayer stated.
"No. Have you even WATCHED Star Wars? I don’t think you comprehend the importance of…" Andrew started, but was rudely interrupted when Buffy walked in. "So, the Ubervamps CAN be killed by using the formula S=DNG, SU=ANGSU, and B=WTW," Andrew said to cover up for lollygaging.
"What the *bleep* are you saying," Buffy questioned angrily.
"Stakes = does no good, Sunlight = almost no good since underground, and Buffy =winning the war," Andrew said, sucking up to his leader.
"Awwwwww, thanks. However stakes DO work as Anya said yesterday and the board your writing on is titled- The First, but you are clearly talking about the Ubervamps, since the First is non-corporal. Take that- Lit Class Professor," Buffy exclaimed. Andrew shrugged and left the basement in a huff just as the Potential got ready to train in the backyard.
"What’s his problem?" Buffy asked.
"Impending and inevitable doom?" Spike replied.
"Oh," Buffy said.
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"I am really gonna like when we destroy the Slayer and her pals," Caleb revealed.
"Of course you will," The First stated and it/she/he waltzed down the stairs to the bottom of the Vineyard. "Ah. Don’t you love the smell of a fresh apocalypse in the morning?"
"I surely do, sweetie. I surely do," Caleb replied, taking in a few deep breaths.
In Buffy’s backyard, the potential slayers all lined up to start their training.
"HUH. KICK. DUCK. ROLL AND PUNCH." Kennedy screamed at the girls. "Ah, don’t you love the smell of a fresh apocalypse in the morning?"
The girls nodded, although they disagreed completely.
Meanwhile, inside the house-
"So whatta wanna do tonight? I’m thinking of going out or something. Or, even better, we attack something other than the First. I’ve been itching for a good slay," Faith recommended.
"No." Buffy sternly replied. " I think we should stay home tonight."
Oooh. THAT’S different from every other night, not!
"Come on, B. Let’s at least patrol," Faith insisted.
"Okay, but just tonight. Regardless of what we do, I want the Potentials to train or, slay something…" Buffy ordered.
Soon, Buffy and Faith leave and the Potentials decide to go to the other side of town, that way they both patrol the entire city in one night.
While walking through the forest, the potentials decide to change their direction.
"Let’s go party," Kennedy recommended. "I know I’m ready for this first evil thing. When Faith brought us to the Bronze, things didn’t work out, but that was Faith’s problem. Let’s do a teenager’s tradition- sneaking away and doing underage drinking!"
The rest agreed and headed toward the Bronze.
Meanwhile, Buffy and Faith strolled through the cemetery, nonchalantly staking vampires left and right.
"Woah. This hellmouth thing is definitely getting bad mojo up and running," Buffy exclaimed.
"Yep. But hey, I’m in for a few kills a night. I like this stuff, B. You know, I say after a little while we head to the Bronze for some drinks. Slaying always gets me thirsty, and horny," Faith said.
"You already mentioned that, but I see your point," Buffy added sarcastically. "We should go to the Bronze though. I’m so bored of all this waiting stuff."
At the Bronze-
Girls dancing. Boys dancing. Girls and boys dancing together. Ahh, the life of a teenager. However, this is not the case for Potential Slayers. As soon as they entered the club, hoards and masses of people started screaming, and a ton of vampires came in, looking for a few kills since most of the town was evacuated. The Potentials start fighting and pounding down the bad guys when, all of a sudden, more and more come in, followed by a Turok-Han, or Ubervamp. Seeing what they had to face, they thought those violence-making thoughts and started to slay some serious slayage. (Say THAT 10 times fast). Anywho, after those were beaten down, event more came in, and it seemed never-ending. Finally, Buffy and Faith walked in, hoping to get some martinis and wash down their sorrows. Potentials are busted. Faith and Buffy easily defeat all leftover vamps and the Slayers and Potentials head home.
"I can’t believe it," Buffy started.
"It’s all my fault. I suggested going to the Bronze. Blame me, I did it. All of it," Kennedy admitted.
"No, no. That’s not what I meant. I was going to say that I can’t believe how well you fought back there. You were kicking some serious butt. I know I’ve been hard on you with all your training, but I knew you’d go to the Bronze. You needed a chance to not fight the First, but regular vampires. You really proved yourself tonight. All of you. I know we’re ready," Buffy concluded.
"For what?" Amanda, a potential, asked.
"Hello? Duh. We’re ready to take down the first," Kennedy retorted.
Everyone then went to bed and woke up early the next morning to fight the fight.
As Buffy walked into the family room, fully dressed and in kill-mode, she screamed, "Wake up, rise and shine. We gotta meet our dead Ubervamp quota today. Ahhh. Don’t you love the smell of a fresh apocalypse in the morning?"