Chapter 2

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“You scared that girl,” Charlie told Jackie after they got back home. They were staying in some empty mansion on Crawford Street. “How are we supposed to have her trust us to protect her if you keep scaring the crap out of her?”

Jackie shot him an exasperated look. “We’ve been over this. She doesn’t have to trust us. We just have to make sure Harvey doesn’t get his hands on her.”

“But they’re not in town yet, so it’s not too late to just tell her what’s going on.”

She shook her head. Little brothers did not know how to listen. She had told him the same thing over and over again. The more the Slayer’s sister knew, the more likely it was the Slayer and her pals would get involved. And in the end, all that would do was add to the body count that was coming.

She sat down on the couch. It was just over six hundred years ago that she and Harvey started fighting. She was only seven years old when he came to her house and murdered her mother. He had tried to kill her, but she managed to escape. When she was thirteen she learned that he was actually her father. With that revelation, she also learned the truth about what she was, and how much family she actually had.

In the beginning she had her grandpa Zeke, her aunt Larissa, her brothers Zach and Andy, her sister Christina, her cousins Damien and Chris, and her uncle John on her side. On Harvey’s side had been her brother Scotty, her sisters Joyce and Maria, her cousin Leslie and her grandma Sylvia. Now after all these years there was just Zeke, Andy, Chris and Charlie on her side, and Scotty, Joyce and Leslie on Harvey’s side.

Their family haven’t all gotten along for thousands of years. But it wasn’t until Harvey came along that things started getting really bloody. He was completely psychotic, and he struck down anybody that he thought posed a threat to him.

‘Of course that means me’, Jackie thought bitterly. ‘He’s been trying to make my life hell all this time. Fucking bastard.’

Charlie sat down next to her. He curled his legs up and rested his head on her lap. She stroked his hair gently. He was so young and innocent. He had no idea of what would happen if Harvey got the Key. With the Key’s power he could kill everybody--and she did mean everybody.

‘Maybe I should use the Key first.’

But all that would do was kill the girl. And no matter how demon she was, the human part of her was a little hesitant to kill a person who didn’t truly deserve it.

‘Killing her would make sure Harvey couldn’t have her.’

The only upside to that was that she could do a mercy killing. If there was one thing Harvey wasn’t about, it was mercy. Killing the girl would be the very last resort. Right now, she just had to concentrate on meeting up with the others tomorrow. She just hoped they got here before Harvey did. It was nice to have a friendly face around when you were trying to kill your psychopathic dad.





The next night



Buffy hated it when it was a slow night for slay-age. It gave her time to think about how miserable she felt since she had been brought back to life. She patrolled Restfield cemetery alone. She was trying to resist the urge to stop patrolling and go find some cold comfort in Spike. He was an evil, soulless thing, but the only time she felt anything was when she was with him. Xander and Anya were busy trying to plan their wedding; Willow was busy trying to beat her magic addiction; Tara hadn’t been around much since her break-up with Willow, and Dawn was just avoiding her.

She was about to give in and go find Spike when voices stopped her. She looked around and saw three figures walking some distance away from her. One was an old man, one was a young woman, and the other was a little boy. Impulsively, she began to follow them.

“Where the hell are they Zeke?” the young woman demanded. “They were supposed to be here right now.”

“Calm down Jackie,” Zeke replied. “Andy and Christina got caught up in a mob over in Prague and you know Chris has never been good at telling time.”

“I can’t calm down,” Jackie said. “Harvey’s nearly here.”

“You can’t take him though, can’t you?” the little boy asked.

“Charlie, the question isn’t about me taking him. The question is can I kill him this time.”

A man and a woman popped up in front of them so suddenly that Buffy barely had time to duck behind one of the crypts. She peeked back around the crypt. She could see the whole group now, and there was no doubt in her mind that they were all related.

“Andy! Christina!” Charlie said happily as he hugged them.

Andy and Christina looked slightly less happy. “We’ve got good news and bad news,” Andy said. “The good news Harvey is busy torturing some monk over in Tibet, so we’ve got a few more hours without him.”

“The bad news is Sylvia and Scotty are on their way to some place called The Magic Box,” Christina said. “Their looking for some witch named Willow.”

Buffy felt her stomach turn. She was about to run off to save her friend when some invisible hand pulled her out of her hiding space and placed her right in front of the group she was just following.

“I knew it!” Zeke said. He was grinning slightly. “I knew we were being followed.”

“Let go of me!” Buffy demanded. She tried to break free from whatever was stopping her from going to Willow.

Andy leaned over to Jackie and whispered in her ear. Buffy’s Slayer hearing let her hear what he said. “We might as well take her with us. She’ll just show up anyway.”

Jackie looked almost reluctant, but she nodded anyway. “Ever teleported before Slayer?” she asked.

“What?” Buffy said incredulously.

Jackie shrugged and touched Buffy’s shoulder. Before Buffy could pull away, she found herself going through a dark abyss that was trying to crush her body. It only lasted for a second. When she regained her bearings she realized she was inside the Magic Box. The store had been completely destroyed. A tall man with a beard was holding Xander by the throat. An old woman had Willow pinned down on the table. Any was unconscious on the floor.

“Scotty put the nice boy down,” Jackie said in fake cheerful voice. She kept a good hold on Buffy’s arm so she couldn’t run forward and save her friends. “And Sylvia, please let the girl up. I don’t think she likes your grandma breath so much.”

Scotty turned around and gave Sylvia a murderous glare. “I told you they would know. They always know Grandma.”

Four spells hit Scotty and Sylvia before Sylvia could reply. The two of them went crashing into the wall. Things started happening very fast after that. Jackie and Christina grabbed Willow, Xander and Anya and threw them behind the counter. Buffy got thrown back there too for good measure. Buffy quickly got back up. There was no way she wasn’t joining in on this fight.

People were teleporting into the shop. Some nerdy looking guy joined Jackie’s group, so that told Buffy he must have been Chris. Two more girls joined Scotty and Sylvia. They faced off and they seemed to be about to charge at each other when the ground started to shake.

“What the hell is going on?” Xander yelled.

Buffy didn’t know what to tell him. She had definitely stumbled on to something that she had never really seen before.

The front door of the shop burst open. A tall man stepped in. His face was twisted with evil and covered in scars. His eyes were black except for two small red spots that looked like flames.

“Looks like he got done with the monk early,” Charlie said softly.

Jackie raised her head high. “Hello Daddy.”