Disclaimer: I do not own the series mentioned in this story.
Author's note: I have way too many ideas in my head that this one wouldn't leave me alone. This idea came to me thanks to reading seraphim2db's stories where recurring characters are given the spotlight. So this particular story will star a particular character who was in the background in seasons 1, 2, and 3 of the show. This story will be in a similar style to seraphim2db's stories, minus the anime action. So this will be relatively shorter than what I've been doing for the last almost two years. Also, the abilities I'm giving the star of this story are being based off of a few sources, such as Lords of Shadow and Dresden Files. Having said that, there will be certain cameos that I will twist to best suit the story. The supernatural aspects will also have other things based on the series just mentioned. So here is the first chapter of the story, and I hope you all like it.
Sunnydale Clocktower
A lone figure stood on the roof as he surveyed the his hometown, particularly the remains of the high school. He wore all black clothing: a black shirt with a black short-sleeved jacket with the hood up, along with black plans and black steel boots covering his legs. His appearance would normally set others off, however he appeared even shorter than the average man. Even stranger were the runes that adorned his clothing. Even with his hood on, he wore a mask covering his mouth, but his eyes were visible.
"Life has a funny way of throwing you some real curve-balls. In a single moment, the river that we call life can suddenly change course. But the funny thing is, no one tells you that something gets in the way to change it," the figure said as he looked at the students milling about, some celebrating having survived, while others were injured.
"I always thought that I'd be the guy in the background. Someone who who was always just there, but never being seen. But it turns out, someone was always watching me. Just not in the way I believed. If not for that someone watching me, I would've offed myself a long time ago. But it turns out, someone made a plan for me," he said as he removed the hood and mask. His was somewhat pale, and had short dark hair. But the stern and grim expression on his face appeared out of place, especially the scar over his left eye.
"Tonight, I saw just how far true power can grow. But power itself is only half of the fight. With the power given to me, I can do almost anything," he said as he looked at his raised right hand, which began glowing a brilliant red aura.
"Soon, the denizens of the dark shall the divine. They will know the name of the faithful servant. My name is Jonathan Levinson. But soon, I'll be known as Saint John".
Sunnydale High
May 22, 1998
Jonathan Levinson sat outside in the courtyard of the school as the rest of the students passed him by. He had wondered what had gone on as he noticed that everyone seemed to be in odd spirits. However, he could hear various students events that happened days ago. It seemed that the girl Buffy he heard so much about apparently caused such a stir, as police were here a few days ago. There was that and the rumor that someone was found dead inside the school. While he didn't believe the gossip mill saying Buffy was a murderer, he knew that if someone died in the school, it wasn't an exaggeration. It was even more disturbing that disappearances seemed to escalate before the term was over. He knew something was very wrong. His musings were interrupted as Harmony Kendall and the former cordettes approached him.
"Well if it isn't the little nerd who couldn't. Why do you bother coming here? You're just a waste of all the little space that you take up, you little ant," the blonde said, with the groupies laughing. Jonathan sneered as he felt something in him well up. He stood and stared Harmony in the eye, which other students caught on to.
"Fuck off Harmony. I'm sure there's better things you could be using your mouth for. I'm sure the jocks have found better uses for it than you talking," the short teenager said loud enough for everyone to hear before storming off. However, he was stopped as one of the jocks grabbed his arm and spunhim to face him.
"Hey Levi. Since when were you allowed to grow a spine?" he asked hoping to intimidate the nerdy teen. Jonathan simply stared angrily before he pushed the jock away. However, the jock flew back ten feet away before he hit the ground. Jonathan simply walked away before anyone could stop him. Not far from where Jonathan stormed away, Xander, Willow, Oz, and Giles witnessed the events but were left speechless.
"Huh," Oz said.
"Giles, are there any male humans who have super strength like the slayer?" Willow asked from her wheelchair. The week had been rough on all of the scoobies, especially with Kendra dead and Buffy running away.
"I can't say there are any specific men in question. But we'll have to worry about him later. Right now, we need to do some planning," the librarian said.
Jonathan walked swiftly to his home as fast as he could as his thoughts were racing. 'What the hell? What the hell? What the hell?! How could I do that?! I shouldn't be able to do that!' he thought to himself as he was nearly home.
"Relax kid. You think too much and you fry your brain," came a voice of a man with an accent he didn't recognize. Jonathan turned and spotted a man in a dark suit and a fedora to match, minus a tie.
"Who are you?" Jonathan asked.
"The name's Whistler. Or around here, and to you it is. I see you've been tapped by the big guys," the stranger said.
"The big guys? And tapped?" Jonathan said incredulously.
"Yeah. You know, chosen to do something important. You think what you did was just your awakening to meta-human status?" Whistler said.
"You wanna vague that up a little more? You're a bit heavy on the sarcasm," the teenager said as he began to walk again.
"Alright. You have been chosen by the mightiest of powers to embark on a mission. You're already exhibiting signs that you've been tapped. Now, you need to master it. I can help put you on the path," Whistler said.
"How?" Jonathan replied.
"Meet me tonight at Restview Cemetery. Then you'll see," Whistler said before he suddenly disappeared, with a strange flapping noise. Jonathan considered the proposal before shaking his head.
"It's official. I'm going nuts," he said as he decided to meet the stranger later, against his better judgment.
In another part of town, Whistler stood on the roof of a building, when a beautiful brunette woman in white robes appeared by his side.
"You think he'll survive, Ambriel?" Whistler asked his companion.
"With the right push, he can. Besides, it's high time the Powers stopped screwing around with people, especially when they use you for their dirty work," the woman said.
"I have my reasons why I did what I did. And I don't think an angel speaking that way really flies up their," Whistler replied.
"How I speak isn't the point right now. I've seen his future and I can tell you Father himself is not pleased. As for your role in this, well, why do you think you're able to go against them in this manner now?" she replied.
"What do you mean?" Whistler asked.
"All this talk of balance between good and evil is non-existent. All my brother and sisters ensured was that they maintain some form of control, over the slayer even though they're not the only spheres made to maintain the universe. Do you really think that by keeping both sides at a stand-still that it means everything is better? And using you to ensure champions of of the darkness survive to an extent only makes matters worse. That's why I told them that Father's orders included liberating you from their control," Ambriele explained.
"You can't be serious?! He gave that order even knowing that I'm an abomination? A half-breed?" Whistler said.
"What happened during the flood was a result of the nephilim becoming a threat to everything on earth along with the human life becoming so depraved. You would've been given a different choice if they hadn't manipulated you into being their errand boy. But not anymore. Now, you can help make the world a better place. And you start with the boy," Ambriel said.
"He'll be as big a target as the slayers," the half-breed replied.
"But now he has a fighting chance," Ambriel said before she exposed her wings and took off into the sky.
"Let's hope he can take it."