Slayerettes/Buffy AU

[Rogue]

((This story line is based off a fan fic I am writing. So enjoy. I'm like halfway through writing it and well post it when I'm done.))


In this alternate universe in season 3 when Faith changed Angel souless, their was no act. Angel turned Buffy and Faith is still human. They all work under the mayor who went through the assention.

It has been almost a year and the Watchers Council is desperate. They decided to gather some warriors.

((Anyone who wants to join feel free but you have to show how the watchers council approches you.))

[Rogue]

((I'll post mine in a moment. ))

[Jessy]

(((cool)))

[Rogue]

((You like the idea?))

I sat in a hotel room in England waiting for the sun to go down so I could continue my journey. The door bust open and sunlight streamed in. I quickly moved out of the sun light and watched as English stiffs came in, carrying crosses.

"What the hell did I do this time to piss you all off?" I practicly yelled.

"We need your help," one said handing me a peice of paper. I took it roughly and glaced at it.

"Are you all drunk? You want me to go and kill this Buffy, Angel, Faith, and secure California?!" I said throwing the paper at them. "You all are nuts!"

"We have run out of options but to gather anyone who is strong enough to fight them and have them secure the state of California," one of them said.

"This doesn't effect me in any way. Why should I do it?" I practically shouted.

"Beause if the Mayer takes over the world your 'family' well be effected to," he said calmly.

"Fine, I'll do it," I said extremly pissed off.

"Good. You well meet the people who well be coming with you to help secure California at the airport," he said handing me directions.

((Feel free to join all!!))

[Nicki]

((Mm, I love creating hundreds of different parallel Nicki's... It is so interesting and creative. And this thread kinda reminds me of the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen!))

The sun had risen hours ago, spilling through my dusty and dirt specked windows into the hole I called an apartment. Papers and CDs were strewn across the floor, my large rounded handwriting covered the once white walls and my old wooden desk stood out like a sore thumb in the one large room.

By the time the knocking began, I was sitting at my desk with a bare foot resting on the glass stained mahagony while smoking quietly and reading an old book. No flinches jarred my body because of the sensitive hearing, part of the whole curse I guess. I never moved to open the door though and they kept knocking while I kept reading.

"Miss Next?" A pause, followed by a little gulp. "Miss Nicola Next?"

Calmly I lay my book down and stubbed my cigarette in a nearby ashtray. I got up, looked down at my non-existant attire, decided to be dignified and threw on a long shirt. My curiosity had been peaked with the brave usage of my full christian name and I threw open the door to be greeted with familiar faces.

"Ah, if it isn't KC and the Sunshine Band. Come to bring me back boys?"

A nervous red haired man stood a few inches shorter than me and held out a piece of paper. I took it and pretended to read it.

"We're, uh, here on a different sort of business."

A combination of curiosity and pity for his bad Bristol accent made me actually look at what I'd been handed, and I raised an eyebrow. After more than three years they thought I could play hero?

"You've exchanged dog hunting for recruiting now?" I leaned towards the country boy and bit my lip suggestively. "What do I get in return for this little bout of killing the bad guys?"

He coughed and looked away from my eyes. "The information you requested on your last visit."

"Huh, funny... Fine count me in."

"All the information is on the sheet and we will see you at the airport."

I waggled my fingers and turned to walk back to my book, slamming the door behind me.

[Rogue]

((lol. It does have a sort of League of Extrodinary Gentelmen feel to it. Plus making parallel selves is always fun.))

[Jessy]

I sat on the swings at the park with Rory, showing off some of my more recent bruises. We both knew how I got them, but we didn't talk about it.

Suddenly a shadow fell across us. A couple of huge guys. "Miss Jackson?" one asked.

"Yep?" I asked, swinging my legs.

"Do you want to go to California? Your abilities are needed." Rory looked at me weird.

"I'll come. They have coffee shops there don't they?"

[Doc]

The axe swung down as the suit wearing 'gentlemen' approached.

"Mr..." the leader said with an English accent.

"Not interested."

"But..."

"You're Council are nothing but a bunch of murderous, interfering ass holes," I said calmly, continuing to chp wood. "You ruined my life, and now you want something from me. Two words. Screw. You."

"Sir, it's..."

"I'm going to make this VERY clear," I growled. "You will leave. Now. Or I will kill you. Understand?"

"You have another sister," the Watcher said. "We have information on her. If you'd just listen..."

"Maybe I'm not making myself very clear," I said, dropping the axe. "If my 'parents' had another child, I'm not interested. It's not like..."

"She isn't their's," he said, placing a small folder on the stump in front of me. "Neither were you. We just need this one favor. Then we'll give you the information regarding you're sister and never bother you again."

"Really?" I said, looking at him, picking up the folder and flicking through it, dredging up key info. A trick Des taught me. "Alright, but you still owe me over what happened."

"What do you want?"

"I take care of this 'Faith' another Slayer get's called, oui?"

"Well, yes..."

"I'm her Watcher. Got it?"

"I don't think..."

"Then walk away," the Watcher looked at me a moment.

"Very well," he agreed. I smiled.

"Looks like I'm showing you boys how to do you're job," I said. "Alright. I'm in."

[Rogue]

((We shall wait til at least tonight before our characters meet just in case someone else decides to join.))

[Jessy]

(((Okey dokey. I'll just do a plane scene)))

Wow, first class. Cool. I took a glass of OJ from the stewardess and watched the in flight movie. Star Wars. Neato. I sucked my lolipop and twirled a peice of hair. This might be fun. California.

[Rogue]

I sighed annoyed and lay back in my seat. Well I better get comfy. England to California is a long ride.

[Nicki]

I had never enjoyed plane rides, the feeling of flying wasn't natural to an animal like me, and I always felt my mind wandering to every plane crash movie I've ever seen. Final Destination was a good one to make my fingers start twitching against the arm rest. And the people I got seated next to were always either sleazy, self tanned men who wanted to know if I cared to visit the bathroom with him or older women reading romance novels who sighed and fidgeted every second.

A little blossom of doubt had situated itself in the back of my brain and I started to wonder what I had thrown myself into. The council weren't *that* trustworthy so how did I know I was going to get her files? Even as I ran a hand through my long chestnut brown hair and looked out the window, a million 'what ifs' poured past my eyes and filled the sky until I felt a headache begin to pound at my temples.

On top of everything else I was started to miss home. I felt like a six year old prat but England had always been the island I was most comfortable on.

I hoped the journey would be over soon.

[Rogue]

I sighed annoyed.

'So how the hell did this 'Buffy' get turned,' I thought quietly, looking at the file.

'A vampire bit her, then gave her their blood you dultz,' my vampire side said.

'I know that,' my slayer side said in reply. 'I'm meaning... arggg. Never mind.'

I pulled out a walkman and listened to it.

[Nicki]

"Doll, you ever thought about being in the movies?"

Mentally I felt like laughing at how cliched the comment had been, but outside I simply rolled my eyes and gave an elaborate sigh before standing up and looking pointedly at the man next to me

"Would you excuse me?" I tried not to vomit as he smiled approvingly at my accent. "I need the bathroom. And no." I added before he could worm any thoughts of the mile frickin' high club out of his slimy little brain and out of his seedy mouth.

After this trip I would need a serious shower. I wasn't the most gorgeous girl in the world but that didn't matter because I seemed to somehow project the image that I was easy. Which just wasn't true. Ish. And I slid past him with as much of my body flattened against the seat in front as possible before heading off for a quick walk to stretch my legs. It was then I inhaled a familiar scent and my eyes narrowed slightly.

Vampire.

[Rogue]

I sat and looked out the window at the night sky, knowing soon that I'd have to close the window. I glanced over at the empty seat next to me and was glad I was alone.