What do you do when the person you love most is gone?
When you have lost all hope of happiness?
All sense of self?
The Slayer finds herself on
another journey after losing
everything.
She journey's away from the
Hellmouth...
Clutching the grimoire in her hands that she had borrowed from Ayana, Marianna Von Swartzschild slowly made her way through the small village, in search of a certain brunette beauty.
Tatia Petrova.
Walking past the small hut over to the river, Marianna smiled brightly as she spotted Tatia and her son Ivar sitting in the grass, making flower headpieces for the upcoming celebration "Tatia."
Tatia glanced up from Ivar a small smile grazing her lips as she spotted the young witch "Marianna. What a surprise. I thought you were spending the day teaching Henrik to read."
"He fell asleep halfway through the book." Marianna admitted with a small chuckle before a sly grin covered her lips. There was a reason she had gone looking for the doppelganger.
Moving to sit down beside her she stroked Ivar's hair as he moved to sit in her lap.
Her Godson was a bubble of pure light.
"I saw you with Elijah last night."
At her words, Tatia blushed "I was discrete."
Marianna merely shook her head in amusement as she took the flower the small boy handed her "I'm his younger sister, I am prone to spying." She teased before offering the single mother a reassuring smile "I'm happy for you both. It's about time Elijah had some happiness in his life. And I have never seen him as happy as he is like when he is with you."
As Marianna started tickling the little boy causing loud giggles to echo through the woods, Tatia smiled before reaching out and squeezing Marianna's hands softly "Thank you, Marianna."
At the contact, Marianna's eyes widened confusion filling her as she felt a wave of power coming off the other girl.
A power she had never felt before.
It was dark and old, unlike anything she had come into contact with.
Taking a nervous deep breath Marianna quickly kissed the top of Ivar's head before handing him back to his mother "You're welcome. Welcome to the family Tatia."
With that, Marianna rushed off.
While she had always gotten a supernatural sense off of Tatia, mainly due to her status as a Doppgelganer if the Traveller guides were anything to go off, this power was beyond that.
So much older, the pure essence of it was almost...demonic.
Rushing into the hut she sighed in relief as she spotted Esther cooking over the flame in their small kitchen.
The elder witch frowned as she turned to face her adopted daughter "Marianna what is it? What's wrong?"
"I was with Tatia. Mother, when she touched me, I felt so much power. I think Tatia is The Slayer."
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SUNNYDALE, CALIFORNIA: PRESENT DAY
Driving through the darkened streets of Sunnydale on the way back from Chicago, Stefan turned onto the next road, following the instructions to the apartment Damon had organized for them.
Knowing his brother, Stefan was fully expecting it to probably be some sort of penthouse with a fully equipped bar.
Just as he turned down the next street, Stefan froze as he spotted that familiar honey hair spinning through the air.
Buffy.
She was across the street fighting off a large vampire just outside of an abandoned warehouse.
Spotting the vampire launch her into a fence, Stefan quickly pulled over the car and rushed over.
Buffy didn't need help, however.
Just as he arrived Buffy pulled out a stake and turned to the larger vampire "...and I'll jam this poky wood stick through your heart." She snarked before driving the stake into his heart, turning him to dust.
Buffy, who had still yet to notice Stefan's presence, sighed as she placed the stake back in her jacket "Well I think that sets the world speed record for closure."
