The Fallen Slayer {1}

Here Comes Trouble

ATLANTA, GEORGIA

Four weeks.

28 Days since the birth of Joyce Jenna Summers-Mikaelson.

720 hours since the murder of Hank Summers.

672 hours since the death of Jeremy Gilbert, a month since Elena had been moved to a long-term care facility; her body still unresponsive.

A lot could change in the space of four weeks and for Buffy Summers, everything had changed. Not that her friends knew. The only people who were currently aware of what she had done, the cause of the black strands in her hair were the Mikaelsons. As far as her friends were concerned, she was grieving.

She had made sure to appear inconsolable at the funerals to ensure they left her alone.

If they knew what had really happened, they would try and force her to go back to the way she was.

But, she couldn't keep her daughter safe while completely consumed by endless grief.

Letting her demon side run things was the only way she was going to survive.

It meant she still got to be with her daughter and there was no guilt for the bodies she was leaving around. So far there had been nothing but demons and vampires but today she would be adding another species to her list.

A pack of wolves from New Orleans, their alpha specifically who had according to Elijah been the person to leak the truth about her being in labor to the witches.

How the wolf had known, Buffy didn't know nor did she care.

She was going to tear Francesca Guerrera and all those working with her apart. Something she would not have been able to do a month ago.

The supernatural bar in Atlanta was the go-to for people on the run, people trying to escape powerful enemies and according to her snitch, Francesca was currently on her way to seek sanctuary from Elijah, who had spent the past few weeks in New Orleans trying to hunt her down.

Buffy had found her first.

Francesca was on her way here and Buffy was going to ensure the last thing that woman saw before she died was her.

Twirling around the dance floor, her red dress spinning around her legs like waves of blood, Buffy couldn't help but giggle as the warlock she was dancing with dipped her along to the beat of the music. Just because she was planning to reign a little chaos once Francesca showed up, didn't mean she didn't plan to have a little fun.

During the days she was dealing with a newborn and barely sleeping. On the nights she snuck out, she got to let loose a little...at least until Klaus tracked her down again and had to clean up the mess.

Last week he had found her walking out of a building she had just set on fire.

It was been her 10th fire this month.

Honestly, there were times when she couldn't tell if he was pissed off, amused, or weirdly turned on by her causing so much destruction.

Continuing to sway to the loud music filling her ears, Buffy pulled away from the handsome warlock trying not to laugh as he reached for her hand to pull her into another dance. Tapping his chest she moved passed him, heading straight for the bar.

Reaching over the countertop, she grabbed a bottle of whiskey just smirking as the bartender tried to stop her. Pressing her elbows onto the bar she let the vine-like veins flicker over her face and sure enough the guy gulped quickly stumbling away from her.

Grinning, Buffy raised the bottle to her lips, letting the burning liquid rush down her throat, causing her nerve endings to tingle as the alcohol spread through her system.