@lostsovl gets a starter 20 years late
There were some things Faith might never get used to about living in England. The constant gray weather was one. The accents, another (she and all of Boston had a bad history with the Brits). The local slang, although it did remind her of Spike from time to time.
There were also some things that would never get old.
Now that Buffy’s Slayer operation was largely centered on this side of the world, she figured she should be on hand in case of any emergencies that required one of the original Chosen Ones. (Plus, Ken and her girls had America pretty much covered for now, Cleveland’s Hellmouth all but closed.) She was still getting her bearings, especially since Buffy and her crew were actually in Scotland, but Faith was needed near a place called Glastonbury. Place had so much mystical crap going on they weren’t certain there wasn’t a Hellmouth deep beneath the old church there or something. Patrols across the pond, now that she could handle.
“Yo, Chunky Boy, whatcha got for me?”
Cemeteries here were like, bonkers old. Actually kind of creepy. Faith had grown accustomed to the cutesy lawns of Sunnydale, but these places were old, overgrown, and the grass was actually proper grass. Don’t ask her what that meant, it just was true. Made some patrols a bit easier, telling which of the graves were fresh versus the ancient ones, but it really was a challenge to navigate, especially in the dark away from city lights like America had everywhere. If she wasn’t exhausted by the crop of supernatural creatures here, Faith might have really been charmed.
The Slayer caught up to her beloved pit bull slash slaying dog (found him abandoned in a bush after a nasty scrap with some demons who probably thought puppies were practically caviar) who was growling softly in the direction of a well-dressed woman cutting across the grasses. Now, Chunk wasn’t shy or trigger happy- he was trained to sniff out magical things, like blood, demon sweat, undead flesh. Faith didn’t know what whiff he’d caught this time, but seeing as there wasn’t anyone or anything else worth looking at here, this stranger was definitely worth a stop.
“With me,” she commanded the dog, who stayed in stride with the Slayer as she intersected the lone entity. “Little late at night for a woman out on her lonesome. Could be dangerous... unless you’re the danger.” Faith put what looked to be a casual hand to her hip, disguising the motion of preparing to draw her stake while the dog heeled beside her.