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FIC: The Second Generation #2
Hiya,
Because one reader asked for it I have decided to add more to this
story.
Cilia
The Second Generation
Cilia
Faith, that?s my name, nothing more nothing less. I?m the daughter of a
slayer and that is something that doesn?t come around often let me tell
you. At the moment I?m shacked up at the stately mansion belonging to
Buffy Summers, my mom?s old flame, and other residents are: Xander also
an old flame of dear mom whom I might add got around quite a lot. Then
there is Willow, Buffy?s daughter, so innocent and sweat that she makes
my teeth hurt, in a good way mind you.
Anyways, I came here with the firm resolve of getting the hell away as
soon as possible. Being sent here by mommy dearest, cause she thought
being with Buffy might do me some good didn?t sit too well with me,
didn?t factor in at all. Nope not at all. But then I met Willow and I
always get what I want. Only one problem, Willow is not, how to put this
elegantly? Willow is not as liberal minded as me, yeah that sounds cool
and intellectual doesn?t it?
I have dropped the hints, done everything except for downright throwing
myself at the little redhead; she has even done some improper things
herself. Man I should have just grabbed her when we ran into each other
when I was coming out of the shower. You like that don?t you? You know
what I mean: Two teenage girls exploring their emerging sexuality under
the pretense of everlasting friendship and/or love in a nice censored
way. Yeah I think its cool do. Got ya didn?t I?
We don?t get many chances to flex our muscles though. We both have some
of our mother?s superpowers sort to speak. Still after all what good is
taking out the king vamp of the world if it doesn?t usher in an area of
peace anyway? Still the vampire infighting will quite down soon enough
and then we can go hunting again, after all this is THE ETERNAL war
between good and evil isn?t it?
We got another houseguest here by the way. Listen to me speaking of this
place like it?s my home already. Her name is Tara, a witch and here is
the real shocker; a woman from my mother?s past that she hasn?t done
anything to or with. I know I was surprised too. Still mom might be
keeping secrets and not everything that happened way back then found its
way into those neat watcher?s diaries now did it? What reading them is
wrong and unethical? You don?t say?
Xander is cool for an old guy though, kind of spacey sometimes and he
does the: I?m-dark thing almost as well as you did I think. He?s Miss
B?s boyfriend I think? Kind of hard to figure out cause as far I as can
tell they were all pretty close in the old days. So everybody as just
about slept with everybody else. A very liberal bunch and I think I
might just write my sociology report about them, censored of course, but
with enough graphic details to get me an A for it.
The sun?s up better get you inside mister with that complexion you?ll
get nice and red if you stay out here much longer. We should make some
strong and hot espresso for you too. You know being returned from the
dead as a full human does not warrant a three week drinking binge across
two continents.
-I?m beginning to realize that Slayer-
So what do I call you anyways, there have been so many names that I?m
not sure and what do you call somebody that?s been dead for six years
anyways?
-Spike, Wild thing, just Spike-
Guess what the cat dragged in? An old friend has returned, from the
grave no less, guess neither Heaven nor Hell wanted anything to do with
my old ?friend? Spike.
Buffy Anne Summers, Vampire Slayer retired.
June 2022
To be contiuned in The Second Generation #3 pending interest
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