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Sean: Sorry. I promise there is more! Emms: It gets better. DreamsToDream: Glad everything is understandable! That was my goal! Title: Welcome to the Jungle Rating: R Disclaimer: I own nothing except my brain ((********************)) Rio De Janeiro, Brazil Alexander Harris stood looking out at the ocean, dark hair blowing in the breeze. Waves rolled softly onto the shore, before slowly floating back out again. A few people were scattered among the beach, just enjoying the moonlight. He smiled, before continuing his nightly route around the beach. He had always found it weird that the beach was a hot spot for attacks here. Usually you would expect the clubs and bars, teeming with tourists, but no. The beach was the hot spot for vampire and demon attacks. Sure is different than Sunnydale… Xander walked on, focusing on all the people around him. It had been a slow night, and that was never a good sign. That always meant that something was coming. When something was coming, it usually meant talking to Abby, his designated Slayer. She was just getting the ropes, being only 18. Giles had sent Xander an expert to teach her some techniques. This “expert” just so happened to be another Slayer who had been in high regard since the activation spell. Nadia Terantino. Nadia had been an avid participator in Kung Fu since she was five. Now, 20 years later, she was a master at the two main types of it. She was very happy teaching Abby, in return for language lessons. The sound of footsteps snapped Xander from his thoughts. He looked behind him, only to see a very familiar face. He frowned, and pulled out his stake. “And they told me you had changed.” (**********) Cleveland, Ohio
Faith sat in her small apartment, watching TV over dinner. It had been raining outside all afternoon, and into the night. Tonight was not the time for slaying. If anyone went outside in this weather, it was to get into a car. And if they didn’t, well, they deserved to die. Ok, maybe not die, but at least they would learn not to go out in the rain. Maybe the vampires wouldn’t even go out tonight? They don’t like rain…do they?
She shrugged at her thoughts.
The show was nearly over, and Faith was anxious to see how Tru would handle the victim’s fate. It was a great episode; the twist in the plot was that the two girls were together. “Juliet and Juliet,” as Tru had put it. This show always got to her. She loved how Tru always tried to save the day, but didn’t always succeed. It was very realistic. Plus, the whole deal with keeping her powers a secret just added another element Faith could relate to.
As the show ended, Faith smiled, and began to clean up after herself. Paper plate in the trash, glass and fork in the dishwasher. When all was either washing, or put away, she went back to her couch, where she lay down. It had been a few days since she had slept, and tonight was perfect. The rain was setting a nice melodic beat. She turned off the TV, and threw a blanket over herself. Now was the time for rest.
Just as she closed her eyes, a familiar voice spoke on the buzzer.
(**********)
Rome, Italy
Buffy Summers sat across from Andrew, wondering what his next play was going to be. He could jump her, but then his only remaining king would be jumped. She crossed her finger, doing a silent jig that she had finally beat him at checkers.
But being Andrew, he just jumped both of Buffy’s pieces.
“I believe that is a game,” he said, waiting for her reaction.
Buffy looked down at the board. She hadn’t realized that she was still open. She had almost won. She was this close. Andrew, the guy who had gotten Anya killed. Andrew, the guy who supported the man who killed Tara. Andrew, who was about to get his little nerdy butt kicked.
Dawn Summers walked in from the kitchen, and upon glancing at the board, mouthed to the boy “Run.”
It was too late. Buffy jumped up, knocking the table over onto the smaller boy. She then stood on the table, taking what breath remained in Andrew away.
“THAT’S FOR BEATING ME AT CHECKERS.”
She then kicked him in the chin.
“THAT’S FOR KILLING ANYA!”
Dawn then realized that something was wrong. Buffy never talked about Andrew’s past. Whenever the blonde tried to, she would end up crying. Or breaking something. But Andrew wasn’t a something to break. He was a someone.
“Buffy, stop!” she yelled, running up behind her sister, and grabbing her arms.
The woman seemed to calm down slightly, then burst into tears. Dawn smiled sadly. Two years to the day. She had remembered that morning. She had just finished brushing her teeth, and was about to go make omelets for breakfast, when she looked at the calendar. The day was marked in red. Dawn never went anywhere except work on this day. Yes, it had been two years. But she still mourned the loss of her second mother. She had, of course, grown much since then. But no matter what, the day Tara died was treated with reverence among the Summers. They would never forget the death of a friend.
Buffy stopped crying moments before a knock on the door.
(**********)
Cairo, Egypt
Anya Jenkins and Tara Maclay stood on the outskirts of Cairo, pondering their next move. The master of the cave had left them here as soon as they were seen fit to live again. The two were beaten, and bloody. They reeked of blood and sweat, their hair was an off shade of dirt brown, and their clothing was… well… semi-nonexistent.
“Do you think we can hitchhike when we look like this?” Anya asked nervously.
“Of course we can Anya. They’ll get one look at us and say, ‘Hey, Hooker!’” was Tara’s tart reply.
Anya sighed. Tara sat down angrily.
“Why did they send us back Anya?”
“To help Willow, you know that.”
“Not that Anya. Why did they enter us in a hell tournament, make me kill myself, then drag us through a cave, bring us back to life in the middle of nowhere, THEN tell us that Willow needs us?”
“They have a weird sense of humor?”
Tara chunked a rock at the nearby water. About an hour ago, she had been dead, and going back to hell. Then Whistler had given Lindsey to her Hell dimensions leader, in return for her. Soon, she was being dragged through a cave by some uber-vamp. Next thing she knew, she was on the outskirts of Cairo. Willow needed her. Something was going to hurt Willow, but Tara couldn’t do anything. And why? Because some people with more power than her decided it would be fun to strand her in the middle of nowhere. Well, not really nowhere, but they might as well have. She would have been no better off.
“Tara…I know things seem hopeless, but why don’t we go into the City. Maybe we can get a bath, some clothes, and a place to stay for the night. Then we can look for a pay phone, and call the new Watchers council. They gave us the number.”
Tara sighed, and then stood up. “We might as well. Maybe then we can get a job, save our money and get a plane.”
“That’s…going to take forever. You’re being sarcastic!”
Tara chuckled. “We could always steal a map, do a locator spell, beat up a vampire for information on the nearest magic place, find the magic place, and beat the owner until he or she gives us free teleportation.”
Anya’s jaw dropped.
“Why didn’t I think of that?”
(********************)
Willow’s Home in the Middle of Nowhere, England
Rupert Giles stirred a little sugar into the hot tea he was about to serve to his “daughter”. He new exactly how much she liked in her tea. What he didn’t know, however, was what had Willow so shaken up. Two days ago she had called him, asking him to come and visit her. Never one to deny the woman, he had agreed. Things were going slow enough in London, so the man had seen it fit to leave Amaura Lee, his latest slayer, in charge of things. She was a good listener, and was growing on her Watcher of the 16-year-old fast.
Slowly, Giles sat next to Willow, handing her the tea with caution.
“I do hope you aren’t ill.”
“I’m not.”
“So why did you call me here then? Is someone attaching you? Is something attacking you?”
“No Giles. Nothing is after me. But…”
“Yes Willow?”
“Two days ago, I was sitting right here, watching to fire. I got up to go make myself some cocoa, because it was cold, raining, and the power was out. When I came back, there was this green orb floating right above my fireplace. Then it started moving, and the next thing I knew, everything went blank.”
Giles looked at Willow, a pensive look gracing his face. Upon seeing it, Willow went full on into babble.
“I swear it wasn’t me Giles. Why would I hurt myself? I mean, it was just floating there and then WHOOSH! I was flat on my arse. I don’t even know what spell would conjure a big green orb thingy. I’ve been looking since I woke up two nights ago, but I have nothing to show. I looked through all the magic books in my library! Nothing! And-“
“Willow, I know you didn’t do it.”
“-You know I didn’t do it…”
The red headed woman sighed in relief, before taking a sip of her tea. For a while, neither spoke. They just sat, sipping their tea, and watching the carpet as if it was the most innovative thing since peanut butter.
Giles was about to suggest calling the Coven, when the doorbell rang.
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Though she seems to be a lot more cynical, but then I'm guessing that battling hell demons for a while will do that. 
I can't put my cute little furry finger on it though.... oh well... Maybe im just.... 
(Okay...now that that very embarrassing display of emotion is over with...)