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Cordelia the Vampire Slayer III: Enter Cameron

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This story is No. 3 in the series "Cordelia The Vampire Slayer". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: 2 terminators, cameron & a TX, are after Dawn with unknown motives & intentions. Cordelia & Anya will do anything to protect her, but the odds may be too great this time. this is a AU where Cordelia is the slayer & a xover with TTSCC & T3. V,bad lang,fem/

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Television > Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles(Past Donor)DoorwayFR181515,954123,96430 Nov 0930 Nov 09Yes

Storms Coming

Disclaimer: I do not own any character involved in this story, be they from Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Terminator or anywhere else, nor do I profit in any way from it. This is a work of fan fiction, for fans.



A few raindrops fell, almost like a warning. Then the heavens opened. Within minutes the intense rainfall caused small rivers to flow in the grooves on the paved streets, and lightning streaked across the sky.

“Storm’s here.” Dawn said as she watched the water streak down the window of their small apartment.

Anya stopped reading her book, and stretched her neck so she could see outside as well. “Looks like it’s a nasty one too.” She said.

Cordelia, who was sitting on the sofa next to Anya, closed her eyes so she could enjoy the sound of the rain tap-tap-tapping on the window sill. It had been about two weeks since their run in with Willow, who had taken up the mantle of Evil Super Vampire Witch. She was worried that Willow wasn’t really dead, and would be seeking her revenge soon enough, but for now Cordelia just wanted to listen to the relaxing sound of the rain and forget about her life as the would-be Slayer.

She considered her tenure thus far, and thought that she hadn’t been doing such a good job. Sure she had dusted countless Vampires, and disposed of numerous Demons, but the two times there was an actual threat, she had gotten her assed kicked and would have been done for if not for her friends. She was supposed to be the big bad protector, but instead she was the one who had needed saving when the going got tough.

‘No,’ she thought to herself, ‘I won’t think of that stuff right now.’ She pushed the negative thoughts from her mind, and inhaled deeply, then exhaled, calming herself. She thought of all the positive things in her life, even though there weren’t many. In fact, there were only two. Anya, who she still fought with on a daily basis, but now it was a different kind of fight, like sisters might fight. Despite their differences and their arguments, underneath it all they had developed a close friendship.

And Dawn.

She loved Dawn; and not in a sisterly way. She had backed down when she had had the perfect opportunity to let Dawn know her feelings, but that was ok. She could still enjoy her company, and use her imagination for the rest.

The thunder crashed loudly, like not-so off explosions, and just as abruptly a feeling of deep dread came over her. Ever since she had become the Slayer she had had an acute intuition for coming trouble, but she had never felt it this strongly before.

Her eyes shot open, and she gasped loudly.

A storm was coming, and it had nothing to do with the weather.

Not too far away someone on a Motorcycle sped past the big ‘Welcome To Sunnydale’ sign.

The rider hunched over the sleek red Kawasaki Ninja as the bike reached speeds nearing 90 mph; a dangerous speed even in normal conditions, almost suicide in conditions such as these, and the bike threatened to hydro plane any second.

But it didn’t matter, those conditions applied to normal riders, and this rider was anything but normal. The skill in which the motorist handled the bike was precise, more precise than any human could be, and even had the bike hydro planned and threw its driver a hundred feet to slam into a building, it wouldn’t had mattered, the driver would be unharmed.

Under the black leather jacket, blue jeans and the red helmet that matched her bike, was a tall, slim, beautiful young woman with long auburn hair and big brown eyes.

And under the tall, slim, beautiful young woman with long auburn hair and big brown eyes was a Terminator.
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