Buffy awoke in her new room in Sunnydale, the most boring little town in the Entire state of California. Stretching, she thought back on what had brought her to this suburban nightmare, and why she wanted to do her best in this small town.
It had started just after her 15th birthday when she had been called as the Vampire Slayer. Right after her parents had divorced, Buffy's mom had taken her out to dinner at one of her favorite LA restaurants to explain to her that they were moving to the town of Sunnydale. On the walk home they'd been attacked by a group of four vampires. Her mom had watched in horror as she'd dusted the vampires. Shocked, her mom had rushed to apologize to Buffy for not believing her. After that, Buffy and her mom had had a long talk about her calling and what it meant for her. It cleared the air between them and although her mom wasn't thrilled about it, she did try to understand and accept her daughter's destiny. Buffy descended the stairs, grabbed her pack from the dinning room table, and slid to a stop in the kitchen where her mom had just finished breakfast. "Good morning sweetheart, are you ready for your first day?" Her mom asked her as she tucked into the plate of bacon and eggs with toast that her mom set down for her. "As ready as I can be, ya know? I just hope I can keep up my grades, and little to no vampires would be awesome. I want to be as close to normal as I can." She said as she finished breakfast and put the dish in the dishwasher.
"Buffy, I know this is hard on you, it's hard on me too. But I do understand that you have a great responsibility. Just try not to take on too much at once, OK honey?" Her mom said, setting down her coffee and enveloping Buffy in a hug. "I won't mom, I promise. I gotta go or I'll be late. Love you, bye, good luck at work!" Buffy said in a rush as she snagged her bag and raced out the door. She was looking up at her new school, when a boy on a skateboard slammed into her, knocking them both to the ground.
" Ohmygod I'm sorry, are you hurt? Please tell me you're not hurt!" He said in a rush. She stood up. "No I'm alright, my name's Buffy". She said to the boy as they picked their things up off the steps.
"I'm Xander. Well, I mean Alexander Harris but my friends call me Xander. So you're new here, right?" Asked Xander as they walked to the principal's office so she could register. "Yes I'm new. What's the school like?" As they walked Xander told her about the teacher and students of Sunnydale high. Reaching the principals office, Xander asked her if she wanted to have lunch with him and his friends. When she agreed, he started to class calling over his shoulder "See you at lunch Buffster". Shaking her head, Buffy walked in to Principal Flutie's office. The principal was a rat faced beady eyed little demon, but Buffy tried to play nice with him, while he droned about her having a fresh start, until he realized that her last school expelled her for burning down the gym. Then he changed his tune, Buffy thought as she headed for the library. Buffy quietly opened the library's doors and wandered up to the desk. She called out in a slightly shaky voice, "Hello? Is anybody here?" An older gentleman in tweed came up from under the counter. "Hi, I'm a new student, I was sent to..." Was all Buffy got out before he ducked back under the counter.
"I know just the book you're looking for". Buffy took a step back in shock at seeing the book he had set in front of her.
"Well, that is definitely not one of the books on my list, but thanks anyway." Buffy said, trying to keep her voice level, as she attempted to play off the book as a joke. She really didn't want a book titled VAMPYRE on her first day of school. She wanted to leave that part of her life behind, start fresh here in Sunnydale. No more vamps or demons, just clothes, school and boys, like a normal teenager. "You are Buffy Summers, the Vampire Slayer. I am Rupert Giles, your new watcher." He said by way of introduction. Buffy was dumbfounded, another watcher after what had happened to Merrick, her last watcher. Not interested. Buffy didn't want to be the slayer; she was finished with slaying. "I don't deal with vampires any more, Watcher guy, so you might as well loose the book. Besides, it's not like a town this small has a lot of demons or anything, right?" Buffy finished, looking at him expectantly.
"Actually, the situation is quite the opposite, I'm afraid. Sunnydale is built on top of a gate to hell. Also known as the hell mouth, it is the source of extensive demonic energy. In the past, many battles between good and evil have taken place in this area. Why, there are..." Buffy's mind drifted as Giles babbled about the hellmouth. "Of course, you must not allow anyone to know what you are." Giles explained to the sixteen year old. Buffy laughedThinking that the cat was aleady out of the all her mom knew, and being in highschool Buffy figured that someone would eventually find out.
"What do you find so amusing?" As he waited for her to answer, he placed the book in his office.
"Sorry Giles but you're too late. My mom already knows. You'll have to come by and speak with her if you expect me to slay in this town. It's not me you have to convince, it's my mom." Buffy informed him. "You can drop by my house on Wednesday for dinner, and explain everything then." She said as she headed out the library doors.
On her way to second period, Buffy saw a mousey little red head getting a drink, she thought on seeing the girl that she was just the type Buffy would have bullied at her old school so it came as no surprise to see the best dressed girl in the school taunting the red head. Buffy decided to step in and stop the cheerleader.
"So nice to see another pathetic rich girl, whose only claim to popularity is her daddy's money, picking on one of her soon to be customers at Burger Heaven." Buffy said snidely walking up to the two of them. Not waiting for a response, Buffy grabbed the redhead by the arm and walked off.
"Hi I'm Buffy." "Willow. It's nice to meet you," the girl stuttered. "Umm I was wondering if you wanted to have lunch with me and my friends? But if not, that's cool. You probably want to hang out with someone more popular than me." She said in a rush. Buffy felt horrible, she had already accepted an invitation to lunch with Xander and his friends. "Sorry Willow, I have plans for lunch with this guy Xander, who showed me around this morning." Buffy told her new friend dejectedly. "Oh, that's ok, I... Wait did you say Xander? He's been my best friend since kindergarten,." Willow said excitedly. "Let me see your schedule, please." She said, so Buffy handed over the paper. Willow informed her that they shared many of the same classes. The two girls started walking to class, chatting like old friends.
Spike couldn't believe his bad luck at having to come to this bloody suburban nightmare. The worst part though, had to be the fact that almost the entire Aurelius line with the exception of the great Peaches was in town. Angelus could be anywhere, and as far as Spike was concerned he could stay there. When his mad, dark princess had died in Prague a few years before, he had withdrawn to deal with the loss. Being honest with himself though, Spike had to admit that Drusilla had turned him to look after her and it had been taking care of someone that he missed. He had taken time to find himself, coming to the conclusion that without Dru, his new goal was to kill as many slayers as he could before he dusted. Which is what had brought him to Sunnyhell, he'd heard the latest slayer was here. Fresh from L.A, arrived only a few days before him, in fact. His plan was to find the slayer, watch her fight, and then take her on. But first he would have to pay a visit to Old Batface.
Running over the welcome to Sunnyhell sign improved Spike's mood. He headed for the sewers where he knew the batfaced old Master was trapped. Finding Darla on his way came as no surprise to Spike and he figured that without the Mighty Angelus, her beloved childe, she would have come back to serve her sire. Since there was a chance that Darla could be useful to him at some point, he decided to play nice with his dear great grandsire.
"Darla," Spike called, walking into a giant cavern under what he thought was the highschool.
"Spike, what are you doing here? I thought you'd dusted yourself when Dru burned in Prague," Darla said with a hint of malicious humor in her tone. Spike thought back to the days when Angelus, Darla, Dru, and he had terrorized Europe, when they were known as the Scourge of Europe. Blood had flowed free and death had been their nightly joy, killing entire families, burning through towns, leaving only destruction in their wake. Spike realized that without Dru, he didn't miss those days. Now it was all about the next slayer; taking her down before someone else could. Spike knew there was a good chance this road would end his existence, but he didn't care, he had nothing but his reputation to live for. "Thought about it, after they cornered her in that back alley; thought about taking a walk in the sun," Spike said, "but it just wasn't worth it." His tone implied no further information would be forthcoming. "So what are you an ol' bat face up to anyway?" Spike asked her in a bored tone. Looking at Darla now, Spike had to wonder again what made him so different than other vampires, why he seemed to care more. His sense of honor had never died, it had just adjusted to fit his new existence. He wondered sometimes if there wasn't something else to strive for, but as he looked around him, at Darla and the other vampires, he knew that he was right. The only thing that mattered was the battle with the slayer.
Spike was only half listening to the bint as he followed her to see the Master. He was thinking about how to stay on the Master's good side for the moment, Spike had a little plan in the making. He would offer to track down the latest slayer, for the Master. That should keep Batface off his back for a while, while he gathered info on the new slayer. Darla was prattling on about the master's great plans for world domination, which piqued his curiosity. As Spike listened, he became quietly enraged. They were talking about opening the hellmouth and releasing hell on earth. He was not interested in destroying his food source. Spike decided to find the slayer and warn her. The bint might be able to help him defeat the master once and for all. Stupid demons, want to end the bloody world. Spike thought while he walked. The slayer would be his best bet for continued unlife.
When Spike saw the Master for the first time in a century, he had to fight the impulse to attack his hideous ancestor. Ol' bat face really lives up to the name. Spike thought as he bent his knee to the eldest vampire in his line. "Spike," the master said as he tested his prison for weaknesses. "It has been such a long time since you have been to serve me, as you should, what brings you here now? And why shouldn't I rip out your unbeating heart?" The master raged at Spike as he slammed his clawed fist into the barrier that had held him in confinement for so long. Spike managed to keep a straight face as he replied "Please forgive me Master, but I have come to make amends. I have heard that the newest slayer is here in Sunnydale, and have come to offer my assistance in locating and eliminating her for you." In his mind a passing thought of if I had the chance, I would rather help the slayer take this lot down, Almost made Spike laugh. He waited as the Master thought over what he had offered. If Spike was right and the slayer was in town, that was something the master wouldn't want to deal with. Having Spike target the slayer almost guaranteed that the Master would have to let Spike out on his own to take care of her, and that was what didn't sit well with the Master. Spike was considered to be a loose cannon even among vampires, for his love of battles and his search for the best fight of his unlife, as he called it. All demons had at least heard of Spike, considering that he would fight anyone he thought was a worthy opponent. Spike knew that his best bet was for the Master to let him have his way, after all he was the only vampire to have killed two slayers in under a hundred years. Hence Spike's personal favorite title Slayer of Slayers.
Adding another one, even in the name of the Master, would benefit both of them. So Spike wasn't surprised when the master agreed to his plan, with the understanding that Spike would keep the Master updated, and inform him when he was ready to take the slayer on.
Spike wandered up out of the tunnels, deep in thought over what he had been told that night. With the harvest coming friday, Spike needed to find the slayer tonight. He was not interested in a world where vampires and demons ruled. Spike needed a way to enlist the slayer, to stop the Harvest. He just had to find the girl first. After scouting around, he found a apartment near the local demon bar, with accsess to the sewer entrance, it would allow access to town during the day. He set himself up in the apartment, then he was ready to find the slayer and a happy meal with legs for dinner. Figuring the best place to find both would be a club, Spike set out on foot.
It didn't take him long to find a small club called The Bronze out by the warehouse district that catered to the younger crowd. Highschool and college kids were lining up in front. Spike pulled a cigarette out of the pack in his pocket as he listened to a boy tell one of the girls with him about the club and town while they waited in line. Spike watched the blonde girl that the whelp was talking to. From what Spike was able to gather, this petite girl might just be his slayer. She wasn't hard on the eyes, that was for sure, but she was young, only about sixteen. He thought that the slayer he'd fought during the Boxer Rebellion in China had been around the same age as this girl. He needed a way to figure out if this was indeed his slayer.
Discreetly following the little group into the club, Spike watched as the small group of friends found a table near the dance floor. He swung around to the bar as he saw one of the Master's flunkies searching out a meal. Spike ordered his drink and watched as another boy walked up to the table. Grabbing his drink, he stayed in the shadows as he made his way closer to the table that the teens were sitting at. Finding a good spot close enough to hear the teens wasn't too difficult. Because the club had just opened, there were enough people for Spike to blend in without calling attention to himself. He listened as the new boy was introduced to the blonde.
"Buffy," said the first boy. "This is Jesse, he's my best friend and also treasurer of the 'We Hate Cordelia club'." Spike couldn't help but think that Buffy was a ridiculous name, and chuckled to himself on hearing it. Suddenly feeling the presence of family, Spike looked up, and spotted Darla nearby in the crowd, watching the boy, Jesse. Spike knew Darla well enough to realize that this boy would be her dinner. Thinking fast, Spike slid around until he was next to Darla's ear while keeping an eye on the kids who were headed as a group to the dance floor. "Find your dinner pet?" Spike questioned in a purr. Darla turned to face him, with a sneer on her face. She hissed, "What's it to you, Spike? Thought you were supposed to be hunting the slayer, not following me like some lost puppy." She moved off to lure the boy away from his friends.
Spike watched as Darla took the boy outside while the two girls sat back down at the table. He listened as the one named Buffy still makes me want to laugh, told Red, as he thought of the other girl, to seize the day and try to flirt with a boy. The little blonde headed back out on the dance floor as her friend gathered her courage. He laughed when he realized that Red's choice led her directly to a fledge vampire which couldn't be more than twenty to thirty years old. Spike shook his head at the stupidity of the human race; the girl should have known that there was something off about the guy she was talking to at the table. The slayer walked back to the table just after Red and her new vamp buddy had slipped out of a side entrance. The whelp showed up at the same time, mentioning Red's luck at having seized the day. The slayer quickly glanced in Red's direction to see the pair slide out of the door. The whelp mentioned seeing his buddy wander out of the same door with a blonde woman a few minutes earlier, and suddenly the race was on! The teens grabbed their things and raced after their friends. Spike waited a few seconds before he followed them out into the alley. Red hadn't made it out of the alley yet which made the slayer's life easier; now Spike would be able to evaluate the slayer's fighting style and techniques. He watched from the shadows as the slayer quickly dispatched her opponent, with minimal trouble. Then she turned to the two teens, asking if Red knew where the other boy had gone with the blonde. The redhead said that Darla had told the vamp that Buffy dusted that they were headed to Restfield cemetery.
The slayer sent the teens back into the Bronze, saying she had to go save the other boy, and that she would explain everything later. She tore off down the alley in search of Darla. Spike glided along behind her in the darkness as she ran full speed for the cemetery. Reaching it just after she did, Spike watched as Darla took the boy into a crypt that led to the master's lair. Slipping around the slayer, Spike made his way unseen into the crypt. Sticking to the deep shadows, Spike wanted to watch unnoticed as the slayer confronted Darla and her lackey. Ignoring the back and forth banter of the slayer and his great grandsire, Spike took the time to analyze this slayer. She was a small bottle blonde, with bright green eyes in a 'cute' if slightly round face. She looked like your typical California Barbie, well groomed with a sense of style that was meant to entice, by innocence, all the young males of her generation. Spike had to admit she made perfect vamp bait. She didn't look the type to fight, she reminded him of a girl who was obsessed with herself. No, he amended that; he could see the warrior slowly emerging from her and a strange thought formed in Spike's mind, of watching this slayer for a few years, testing, waiting, watching her grow a little. Because in a few years, she would really be amazing in a fight, more like the black slayer during the blackout of '77 in the subways of New York. He couldn't believe what he was thinking. All those years with Dru had made him nearly as loony as she was. Kill her quick his mind supplied the sooner the better.
Snapping back to reality, Spike realized that the slayer's stupid friends had come to bollox things up. They distracted the slayer by their entrance and she didn't see Luke open a gate in the back of the . Darla and Luke went through, pulling the boy along behind them. The slayer had no choice but to leave with the other teens, since she didn't know where Darla had taken the boy.
Spike had to make a quick choice on whether to follow the teens or Darla. Knowing what was going to happen to the boy, and wanting to see how the slayer dealt with her newest problem, he decided to follow the teens. Stalking behind the three teens wasn't too hard, they were so busy trying to decide what to do about the boy Darla had abducted that they wouldn't have noticed a parade right next to them. Spike followed them thinking about what he was going to do, as the slayer dropped the boy off at home. The lad promised that he wouldn't do anything stupid tonight and he would cover with the other boy's parents as well.
That left the slayer and Red walking. Spike slowed slightly, seeing as the girls were more likely to be watchful now. His slayer was trying to put the best spin on the situation for Red while trying to prepare her for the worst. Spike had never heard of a slayer with friends before; this could really bollox up his plans. With friends, she had someone to fight for. Spike knew that would give her better odds than if she had been fighting because she was forced to by the council. If she was allowed to keep her friends, Spike was in for a bit of fun with this slayer. He might just let her live longer than he'd first imagined. He watched as the slayer dropped Red off at her door. Spike moved more carefully now, the slayer would be on guard since she was alone.
The slayer ducked down an alley. She was setting him up, smart little bint knew he was there. Spike jumped up to the roof of the building. Searching the alley at this height, he was able to see her trick. She was smart, he thought with a smug little grin.
She was doing a handstand on a high pipe in between the two buildings. Spike watched as she balanced there for a moment, waiting for her stalker to turn the corner. Little did she know that he had been trained by to stalk by the leader of the Scourge of Europe; a vampire renowned for tracking his victims for months without their notice. He had debated the best way to approach the slayer and now the perfect opportunity presented itself. Darla! What the bloody hell? She had walked into the alley, stalking the slayer. Spike couldn't believe his luck; the slayer was too inexperienced to take on the older vampire. He watched as the slayer swung down behind Darla, attempting to surprise the vampire. Darla was prepared, though. She spun around with a roundhouse knocking the slayer hard into a brick wall. Darla moved in for the kill and Spike jumped from the roof. Landing behind Darla, Spike lit his Zippo and threw it at her. It landed in her hair. She jumped away from the slayer screaming in pain and rage and Spike slammed a stake in her cold dead heart. "Why Spike? We're family!" she asked as she dusted. Spike laughed as her dust settled. "We were never family Darla." Turning to the slayer, he was surprised to see that she was still in the same spot to which Darla had kicked her. "Slayer?" Spike asked, putting his hand out to help her up. He was amazed when she took it. Pulling her to her feet, he checked to make sure Darla had done no real damage, but the petite slayer was intact. "You alright pet?" He asked as she steadied herself.
"Why did you help me instead of her? I kill your kind!" She shouted at him, as she backed away.
"Slayer, calm down. If I wanted you dead, you would be. You and I have a mutual enemy, luv. He's called the Master. He's trapped underground, but not for long. The Master is waiting for the Harvest. Tell your watcher to research it in his books. The Harvest happens on Friday, luv. Gives you and yours enough time to get ready for a hell of a fight." She looked dumbfounded at his little speech.
"So your helping me because some vampire is about to escape an underground prison? I don't buy it. You're evil. I may be young but I'm not stupid." She said pulling a stake from behind her, and launching herself at Spike. He laughed, "Kitten's got claws," as he spun around her, catching her off guard with his speed. He slid his arms around the slayer and pulling her back against his chest, he whispered "You're right love, I'm evil, I could drain you right now, up my reputation, make the Master happy, keep my existence, and have a real good day. But little slayer, the Master is just as much my enemy as he's yours, and I want him gone. You see I like humans, little happy meals on legs running around, unknowing of the evil that lurks in the night. Once the Master's released, he plans to open the hellmouth. Apocalypse, sweetheart. Demons run amuck, humans would be extinct in months. Your friends, family, everyone gone, all because you don't want to listen. "Think, slayer. I could have let Darla finish you, or I could do it now and save you the pain of witnessing hell on earth. Or you could bloody well help me, and we can end this idiotic plan of the Master's. Choice is yours." He released her. Waiting patiently for her decision, he lit a cigarette.
"Alright, let's say your telling the truth and this Master could destroy the world. How do I know you won't kill me or my friends as soon as he's dead?" She asked skeptically.
"A truce between us, slayer. I won't kill you or yours, you let me leave when the Master's dust. I never come back to your little town. How's that sound, slayer? If you're worried about me keeping my word, tell your watcher to look for William the Bloody, Slayer of Slayers. He should be able to find me in his books."
"Slayer of Slayers?" She questioned as she backed away.
"S'right, love. Only vampire to kill two slayers in 100 years. I'm well known, pet." He said with pride in his voice.
"Fine. Come with me to my watcher's, tell him what you told me." She said defiantly. Spike thought for a moment, taking a long drag from his cigarette. Then throwing it to the ground, he pushed off the wall and began walking down the alley. Pausing about half way when he realized she wasn't behind him, he said, "Well pet, we going to see watcher boy or not?"
"You're serious? Fine let's go, Giles should still be at the school library." She said following him out of the alley.
The two reached the school in short order, and headed for the library.
The slayer was right, her watcher was there when they walked in, sitting at a table going over books. Looking up, Giles flew out of the chair. Pulling out a wooden cross from under his shirt, he brandished it in front of them.
"Buffy what are you doing with this creature?" The watcher shrieked at her. Backing into a cage against the wall, Spike used his vamp speed to intercept the watcher, knowing that was probably where he kept his weapons. "Ta now watcher, not your brightest idea. Names Spike, you and your slayer have a problem. Here I am trying to help, and you're headed for a stake. Sit back down and let me an' the girl explain." Spike said, carefully herding the watcher back to the table.
"What could possibly be so bad that we would accept help from the likes of you?" Watcher boy asked.
Buffy answered with "The Harvest, Giles. Ever heard of it?" He headed for his office mumbling to himself, about strange slayers and stranger vampires. Coming back into the library with a large book Giles headed to the tables, Buffy snagged Spike by the sleeve of his duster as she headed for the table to see what the book said. Spike perched lightly on the edge of the table near the door, and on the far side of this watcher. The slayer flounced into the chair closest to Spike.
"Well it says here that the master is a very old vampire of the Aurelius line. There is a prophecy about the master, but I will have to translate it." He told the blonde pair as he looked up from his book.
Spike rose from his spot, "Well watcher that's all I came for, slayer, see you around." As he drifted off, Spike slipped the slayer a note with his phone number." Just in case slayer." He whispered as he stalked off. He slid into the night with a small smirk on his handsome face.
Spike headed back to his new apartment. He had found out all he could for the night, and he still needed dinner. Knowing that it was going on midnight, Spike hit a bar he had seen earlier that night. Walking in, he noticed the perfect dark haired woman, kind of reminded him of Dru. Spike laid on the charm and had her outside with him in minutes. Feeling much better after his meal, he headed home for some time to think.
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Buffy walked in the house, "Mom, I'm home," she called. Slipping off her shoes, she headed for the kitchen. Finding her mom sitting at the island drinking a cup of cocoa, Buffy sat down next to her.
"How was your first day honey? Did you make any friends?" Joyce asked her as she stood to get a cup for Buffy.
"It was interesting. I meet a couple of nice people, but one of them was taken by vampires," Buffy said, almost in tears.
Joyce rushed to Buffy. "Oh honey, I'm sure he'll be alright, but if he's not then you'll do what you have to and I'll be here to help you through it," she said as Buffy calmed a little.
"Thanks, mom. You always know what'll make me feel better." Buffy smiled, then she remembered, "Mom there's someone I need you to meet. His name is Rupert Giles, he's my new watcher. I told him to come by for dinner on Wednesday so we could sit down and talk." While she waited for her mom to process what she had just told her mother, Buffy drank her cocoa.
"Alright, Buffy. Dinner on Wednesday at seven with your watcher. I'm going to have a lot of questions and I want you here, so don't make any other plans," her mom said heading for her room. "Sleep tight Buffy." She said walking up the stairs. Buffy thought back over the events of the night, wondering what she might have done differently than she had. In this case though, she was forced to admit that there was nothing she could have done. While it didn't make her feel better it did help. Then there was Spike, boy had that gotten Buffy in trouble when he left. Giles had spent twenty minutes telling Buffy how dangerous vampires were and how they couldn't be trusted, blah, blah, blah. Buffy knew that she couldn't completely trust Spike, but he was being helpful, and he had saved her from that bitch Darla, so yea bonus for him. When Buffy had pointed all that out to the watcher he had fallen silent on the subject, before asking for all the information that Buffy had gotten on the semi mysterious Spike. Buffy told Giles what she knew and he went into reaserch mode, coming out of the stacks to inform her that Spike was known for killing two slayers, his time with the scourge of Europe, and about his sire Drusilla. He was surprised to find that spike was considered an anomaly amongst vampires for keeping his word, as well as his undying devotion to his sire while she was alive. Buffy asked for the books on Spike so she could learn more about him. Now lying in bed she didn't have the heart to read the books, knowing she was crazy Buffy slid the books under her bed, she would ask Spike to tell her. That resolved Buffy fell into a deep sleep.