So, I am in the process of writing this story. I have more chapters posted on AO3 but I will slowly be posting them here as well.

Enjoy! And I do not own Inception nor Buffy...

Chapter 1

Eames let out a small sigh as he got out of his mum's car. This was his first day at a new high school.

"Be good sweetie. And have a fantastic first day." Eames gave her a small smile before closing the door. California. His mum had moved them all the way from London to bright and shiny California. He knew she wanted to go for something different, but still. California was so much different from London. It would take a while to get used to.

But in the end, he had no one to blame but himself.

It was his fault they had to move here to begin with. If he hadn't burned down his old high school gym and gotten expelled, he could have still been there.

But what's done is done. All he could do now is hope for the best and let this place be enough for them until he graduates and can go away from all of this.

As he glanced around at the school yard, he noticed that there were quite a bit of people at this school. His old school only had about 400 people in the school. He was sure there had to be more than 1000 people here. He was going to blend in quite nicely. No one would notice a new kid in this school.

In fact, it was quite possible that there are people who have gone here their whole lives and still didn't know everyone.

Eames slowly made his way into the school, dodging every person who nearly ran into him. Seriously, did they have manners in California? One guy shoved him so hard, he almost fell down.

He slowly, but surely, found the office and walked in. The secretary was an older woman, who was on the phone at the moment. But she seemed nice. She looked like the grandma type, the type who treated each student like they were her own.

There were a couple other kids standing there, they looked to be about Eames' age. Eames assumed they were there for a schedule change or something like that. Or maybe they were new like him.

But there was one girl, sitting at a desk away from the others, smiling at him. He gave her a brief smile next before the secretary called him up.

"Can I help you?" Eames looked and saw that her name was Mrs. White. Interesting.

"Um, yes. My name is William Eames. I am new here. I need my schedule and all of that."

"Ah, Mr. Eames. Junior, am I correct?"

"Yes ma'am." She gave him a big smile as she turned to her computer to pull up his schedule. She hummed to herself as she printed everything out.

Eames always knew how to make people love him. It was a talent he learned early so that he could always get his way. It worked on most people, except his mother. She could see through him like glass. But most people were instantly attracted to him, and it didn't have to be in a sexual way. People were drawn to him. He always used to have friends, that was, before high school.

High school changed things.

"Here you go Mr. Eames." Mrs. White handed him a couple pieces of paper. "This is your schedule and locker number. Each hallways is a different number. Yours is in the 400 wing." Eames gave her a small nod. He didn't really understand but he figured he would when he actually went out there. "On the second sheet you will find a list of the textbooks you will need. Go to the library and ask for Mr. Miles. He will help you out."

"Thank you." Eames gave the girl sitting off to the side one last nod before leaving the office. He looked down and saw that his locker was number 491. Shouldn't be too difficult. It was probably at the end of the hallway and away from everyone else. That wouldn't be too bad.

After finding his locker, which was much easier than he thought, he made his way to library.

The library was huge. It was open and round, with books stacked from floor to ceiling. It was amazing. Eames was never much of a reader, but he always found books interesting, especially old books. They were just so different, and held a certain charm to them. They also had character and personality.

But the library seemed to be quite vacant.

"Hello?" He heard movement, but saw no one. He was ready though. Of course, he was always ready. He was always prepared.

"Yes?" Eames looked over and saw an old man walk out of a small office. He was British, like himself, he could tell from the voice. But the man seemed to be a nice old man. He gave off the type of personality like Mrs. White did.

"Um, hi. My name is Eames. I am here to get some school books. I'm new." The man, Eames assumed it was Mr. Miles, just looked at him.

"Right.

"Are you Mr. Miles?" Eames asked, might as well make sure this is the man he wanted before they continued on.

"Yes. Feel free to call me Miles. Everyone else does."

"Alright. Oh." Eames pulled out the second piece of paper and handed him his books list. "These are the books I need." Miles didn't even take the paper.

"I think this book, Mr. Eames, is all that you will need." Miles pulled out and set down a huge old book on the counter. Eames looked down and immediately froze. The title of the book stood out very clearly.

Vampires & Demons

Eames took a step back. How did this man know?

"I don't think that is the book for me." Eames took a deep breath and glanced up at Miles. Miles just looked confused.

"I'm sorry. Are you sure?"

"Quite sure." Miles just nodded.

"Alright. Well, your books will be this way." Miles said as he walked off towards the back of the library, taking the paper from Eames as he walked by. Eames slowly followed him back. He wasn't quite sure how to handle this Miles guy. He didn't know if he was an enemy or not. No one was supposed to know that you were the slayer. Only your watcher, and the watchers council.

But no one else.

"You are from London, correct?" Miles asked, as he glanced down at the paper before taking off again. Eames was getting more and more confused by the second. How did he know he was from London? Sure his accent gave him away that he was foreign, but to know the city, that was a bit much.

"Yes. I am."

"Maybe you knew of a friend of mine, Charles Greenly." Eames froze.

Charles.

Charles was his old watcher. He had died during the fire that burned down his old gym. Of course the fire wasn't the cause of his death, but something much more terrifying. Miles was just looking at him now.

"What do you want?"

"I am here to help you. I am your new watcher, Eames."

"No."

"No?"

"I am not the slayer anymore, alright." Eames took a step back. "I gave all that up when I moved here."

"What?" Miles took a step forward. "You can't just give it up."

"Yes I can. My so called 'calling' got Charles killed and it got me expelled. My mother has been through enough already. I am not making her move again."

"You were careless back then. I can help you be more careful with your work. I can make you better."

"You." Eames wanted laugh. How could this old man possibly help him? At least Charles was a bit younger. "How could you possibly help me?"

"You have to trust me."

"Sorry, Miles, you seem like an awesome watcher. But like I said before, I am retired."

"You know very well that you can't just retire from being the slayer." Miles said, walking up so that he was now invading Eames' personal space. "The only way a new slayer is born is when the other one dies. So if you don't want the responsibility, you will have to die first." Eames took a deep breath.

"Is it really that bad that I don't do my job? I mean, there is not an apocalypse happening. The real world is perfectly capable of fixing it. The slayer can't be everyone. People have survived before, they can survive now."

"Eames. You do not understand. This is your responsibility. This is what you were born to do. You can't just decide one day to give it up!"

"But I didn't ask for this!" Eames shouted, taking a step back. "I didn't want this! I want to be able to have a life. To get married, have kids, everything. I want to be able to wake up and not have to worry about the end of the world happening. I am 17 years old! I don't need to be thinking about how to save the world!" Miles just looked at him.

"You are not the first one to have this burden Eames. Hundreds of women have held this position before you."

"Oh, yeah. And let's bring that up. Why am I the first man to do this? Isn't this supposed to be some female empowerment thing or something? Why pick me?"

"I have no say in who is chosen. Maybe they decided to have a change. But everything happens for a reason."

"Well, I want no part in this. Now can I just have my books and go?" Miles gives him a curt nod and Eames knows this is not the last of this conversation. Miles just hands him his books and Eames leaves as quickly as he can.

The rest of the day proves to be pretty uneventful.

Eames tries to make friends and talk to people. He knows his mum will yell at him if doesn't at least try. And he knows that in order to survive here, he has to have friends. If he continues to be a loner, he won't be able to survive high school.

But he didn't have much luck in making any fast friends, that is, until last period. He was in History class, and Eames was not a fan of learning history. He hated history, didn't really see the point of learning things that had already happened.

So he was just doodling in his notebook when a piece of paper hit him in the head. He looked over and saw a girl smiling at him. Eames recognized her as the girl from the office. She pointed down and Eames looked down to see a waded up piece of paper.

Eames slowly picked it up and opened it.

Dude, your drawing is sick! Names Ariadne, by the way. =)

Eames smiled down at the note before pulling out a pen and writing below her writing.

Thanks, but it's not that good. My name is Eames.

Eames slowly waded the paper back up and tossed it over to her when the teacher wasn't looking. The girl, Ariadne, smiled at him when she opened it.

Just then the bell rang. Eames slowly put his things up and stood up.

"Hey." He looked over and saw Ariadne. She was smiling up at him. She was a cute girl. She was short and looked really nice.

"Hey."

"So, you are new here." Eames laughed.

"What made you say that?" She laughed.

"Well, Eames, I am Ariadne, in case you weren't quite sure how to say it."

"Thank you for telling me. I am sure I could have figured it out eventually." Ariadne let out a small laugh.

"So, how do you like it here so far?" She asked as they walked out of the classroom.

"It's nice. Big. Much bigger than my old school."

"Where did you go to school at before?"

"London."

"Wow. Big change then."

"Yeah, tell me about it."

"Well Eames, my locker is down here." She pointed to the opposite direction of where Eames' was. The 300 hallway. "I guess I will see you tomorrow."

"Yeah. Goodbye."

"Goodbye." She gave him one last look before walking down the hallways. Eames just watched her leave before going to his locker.

He had made a friend.

Maybe it wouldn't be too bad here.

The next few days went by a lot smoother. Eames avoided the library like the plague. And if he saw Miles in the hallway, he took a detour to get to his classroom.

Eames was now a master at avoiding Miles. And now he knew most of the hallways around the school. So really, it was a win-win situation.

Eames had also grown closer to Ariadne. She really was a great person and she asked him a lot of questions about London and his life. She seemed like she cared about him. He had forgotten what it was like to have friends that cared about you.

Although, he did lie to her about why he got expelled from his old school, he said it was a prank. He didn't think she would talk to him anymore if he told her he had got expelled for burning down his high school gym because it was full of vampires.

That might not go over too well. So he just left that subject alone. They didn't need to know about that.

But by becoming friends with Ariadne, that brought along Dom and Mal. Ariadne knew Dom because they both loved architecture and planned to go to college for that. They were also childhood friends or something like that. Mal, on the other hand, was dating Dom. She was also the most popular girl at Sunnydale High. Mal was something else. She was nice to him, but he also got the feeling that she could be a complete bitch if she wanted to.

But she was beautiful. And she was French, which Eames found very attractive. He had always wanted to learn French, but he never got around to it. So he just listened to her speak French and complain about class in French. It was quite nice.

Dom was a nice guy. He was smart but a little bit clueless sometimes. But he seemed to really care about everyone and all that. He cared a lot about his work and was willing to do anything to get it done, even if that meant screwing some people over. But Eames had no problem with him.

But it was nice, having friends. Back in London, Eames didn't really have many friends. He did, but when Charles came to him, Eames stopped having a social life. He was focused on killing vampires and saving the world. He didn't have time for friends.

Well, not anymore.

"So, Eames." He looked over to see Mal smiling. "It's Friday, which means we are all going to The Bronze tonight. You in?"

"The Bronze?" Eames asked, confused.

"It's a club." Ariadne added. "But, for everyone. High school kids are allowed in because they don't card unless you go to the bar. But it is amazing. Dancing, live music, food, it is pretty much the perfect place for anyone to hang out. It is the place to be on a Friday night."

"Well, count me in." Eames replied, with a smile. This would be fun.

"Mr. Eames." Eames tensed up. That was Miles. He turned and saw Miles standing behind him.

"Hello daddy." Mal said, sounding quite chipper. What? Miles was Mal's father?

"Hello darling. Mr. Eames. Could I please have a word with you? I think you have an overdue library book." Eames nodded. He couldn't make a scene right now, not in front of everyone.

"Sure." Eames stood up and grabbed his bag. "See you in class guys." They all waved him off as Eames followed Miles back to the library. "What do you want?"

"This." Miles shoved the local paper in his hands. Eames let out a small sigh and looked down.

Woman found killed in local alley. Strange marks found on her neck similar to the other four bodies found this past week.

Eames looked up at him.

"This could just be a coincidence."

"Eames, Sunnydale is a very particular place. There is a reason you were sent here. Sunnydale happens to lie right on the Hellmouth."

"The Hellmouth? What the hell is that?"

"The portal to hell. Everything weird happens here. And I am here to tell you there are vampires here. And who knows what else."

"What do you want me to do about it?"

"How about you do your job?"

"Miles…"

"Look, I don't know how Charles trained you. But you can have a social life and be the slayer. Just, around midnight, go out and patrol. Make sure everything is alright."

"That's all?"

"That's all."

"And I have to do this every night, like before."

"Yes."

"I am a high school student, Miles."

"I'm sure you can handle it."

"I will do it tonight. But I am still not 100% into this."

"Alright. Just give it a try." Eames just nodded before grabbing his bag and heading to class.

So much for having a fun night out tonight.

Eames didn't know how to dress for tonight. What does one actually wear to The Bronze? He had texted Ariadne and asked what to wear. She had merely just laughed at him and told him to wear whatever he wanted. She made it seem like it was no big deal.

So Eames went for comfort. He was going to be patrolling tonight, so he needed to make sure he was able to fight, just in case. So he went with jeans and a regular button up top. He wanted to look somewhat nice.

Before he left, he went through his dresser and found his stash of all his old stakes. He had hid them away when he came here and hoped that he would never have to see them again. Of course things never went his way.

He slipped one of the stakes in his inside pocket of his jacket and made his way to The Bronze.

The Bronze was a very interesting place. It was loud and full of people of all ages. But the music was decent and it seemed that it was indeed, the place to be. It was rather large, much larger than Eames had expected. The outside really didn't do the place justice. It looked like some old factory from the outside, but on the inside, it was quite the place.

Ariadne found him quickly and dragged him over to the table that Dom and Mal were sitting at.

"So, Mr. Eames," Mal said, leaning forward. "Is there some lonely girl you left behind?" Eames let out a small chuckle. "Or a boy?" Leave it to Mal to get right to the so called important questions of life.

It seemed like all this week all the questions had been about him. He barely knew anything about his so called friends. Only a few tidbits here and there.

"Sadly, no. I didn't have much of a social life back then." Eames didn't do relationships. He had developed the everyday crush like every other male and female on the planet, but he was too shy to make anything happen.

And besides, there was always the off chance they could be killed by what he did for a living.

"Oh. Why not?" Dom asked, wrapping an arm around Mal.

"Just, busy." Eames grabbed his drink and glanced around. There were a bunch of guys and girls dancing in front of the band that was playing. There were guys and girls lined up against the wall watching the people who were dancing. He could see people at the bar and a small hallway that led around the back of the bar. He thought he heard Ariadne mention that was where the couples went to hook up. He made a mental note to avoid that area in the near future.

He couldn't see the balcony from here either but he had heard some interesting things about there too.

"Look, is that Robert Fischer?" Eames turned around to see who Ariadne was referring to. There was a boy about their age standing off the side, drink in hand, glancing around. He was very pretty, and dressed up like he was going to a business meeting.

"Who is he?" Eames asked.

"He is the son of the man who owns half the town. He is sort of a loner, doesn't have any friends or anything. He just sort of exists." Eames just nodded along.

He was about to go back to the conversation when he saw a woman approach Robert.

She was beautiful. Tall and curves galore. She was wearing a short shirt and a low cut shirt. She was there with a mission and Eames immediately sensed that something was bad.

As the slayer, you had a sense, it was like a sixth sense to know when vampires were near. And there was definitely one near. That woman was definitely one. And there was the small fact that she resembled the girl that had died last night.

So, when Robert left the club with her, Eames immediately excused himself and went outside. He didn't see anything at first, but there was an alley close by. That was his best bet as to where they went.

Vampires were kind of predictable.

He walked over and saw a form in the shadow.

"Hey." The woman pulled away, her mouth stained with blood. Shit. He was too late.

"She bit me." Robert screamed out. Well, at least he was still alive. That was a plus.

"Why don't you pick on someone who can actually take you?" Eames taunted. The woman turned around fully and glared at him.

"Who are you?" Eames just smirked.

"I'm the one who is going to kill you." She let out a small screech. He turned his attention to Robert. "Run." Robert just nodded and ran away, clutching at his neck. Eames hoped he went straight home and slept all this off and forgot about it.

"You shouldn't interrupt things you don't understand boy." The woman sneered.

"Well, why don't you teach me a lesson then?" She gave out a small growl before lunging at him. Eames easily dodged her the first time around, but she was able to get him the second, knocking him to the ground.

He hadn't trained in a bit so his reflexes were a bit rusty. Luckily this vampire was still rather new. She wouldn't be that hard to destroy. She smirked at him, her face changing into that of her monster form.

Vampires had a special talent. They could make their face look normal and hide their true form.

"Where are your snarky comebacks now?"

"Hey." Eames looked over at the new voice. The vampire did too. He couldn't really make out who it was, but there was definitely someone standing in the shadows. And from the voice, Eames knew it was a man.

Whoever it was, they gave Eames the opportunity to get up and take the upper hand. He pulled out his stake.

"Over here." She turned around and without hesitation, he stabbed her. Right in the heart. He smiled when she turned to dust right before his eyes. He had forgotten how good it felt to kill a vampire, the small rush of adrenaline it sent throughout his veins.

"Impressive." Eames straightened up. He had almost forgotten. Someone else was around. And they had just seen him kill a vampire. He had messed up bad.

"Um, what was?" Eames asked, feigning ignorance. That always helped.

"Your skills." This voice was very confident and suave. Eames didn't like it. "It's not every day that some kid can take down a vampire." Eames snarled at being referred to as a kid.

"Who are you?" The man just laughed before stepping out of the shadow. He was the most beautiful man Eames had ever seen. He was tall and lean, but Eames was sure that there was muscle on that gorgeous body of his. He was pale but it suited him. He was dressed in pants that should be illegal by how well they clung to his body. He was wearing a jacket so Eames couldn't really see what was underneath but he was positive that it was something gorgeous and expensive.

He looked like someone who should not be out in this kind of neighborhood at this time of the night.

"Who I am doesn't matter. What matters is how you were able to kill a vampire."

"It's sort of my job." Eames decided there was no use in trying to hide what had happened. The man obviously knew there were vampires in this town. And he seemed to not be bothered by it.

"Your job?" The man took another step forward. "Are you the slayer?"

"Guilty." Eames replied with a shrug.

"But, the slayer is supposed to be a woman." The man looked down. He seemed really confused by the fact that Eames was a man. "They are always women."

"Sorry to disappoint you." The man cocked his head as a small smile appeared on his face. Well, that was fast.

"I'm not disappointed. In fact, I am quite intrigued at this sudden change." Eames raised an eyebrow.

"Intrigued? Look mister, I have told you who I am, now what about you?"

"I am merely a friend. I am here to help you. Something much bigger is coming to Sunnydale and you are going to need help."

"But I know nothing about you. How do I know that I can trust you?" The man stepped forward so that he right in front of Eames. He was even more gorgeous up close. Eames tried not to stare.

"You can't." The man turned and made his way out of the alley.

"Can't I at least get a name? If I am to ever be in need of your services?"

"Arthur."

"I'm Eames." Arthur turned and smiled.

"I guess I will be seeing a lot more of you then, Mr. Eames." Eames bent down to pick up his stake and when he looked back, Arthur was gone.

Eames let out a small sigh. Of course. He pulled out his phone and sent a quick text to Ariadne, letting her know that he wasn't feeling well and just went home. He still had to patrol and he was really not wanting to.

He walked into the cemetery, glancing around for any fresh graves. He was just tired and wanted to sleep. And maybe dream about the gorgeous Arthur.

He didn't want to deal with vampires. Not right now.

"Eames!" He jumped and turned around. There, running towards him was Mal.

"Mal?" She smiled and stopped in front of him. "What are you doing in a cemetery at this time of night?"

"I could say the same for you." Well, she got him there.

"Um…"

"Look, let's not beat around the bush anymore. I know that you are the slayer."

"What?" Seriously. Why did everyone know who he was? Was it written on his forehead or something?

"My father is watcher. Did you honestly expect me to not know?"

"Well, I…um…"

"Look, my father said that you are still undecided about doing your job. I am here to tell you that you need to do your job. Bad things are about to happen. And we need the slayer."

"Yeah, Arthur mentioned that bad things are about to happen."

"Arthur?"

"He is just…nobody. Listen, I get what you mean. Things here are bad. I guess I can try and balance both killing vampires and school. But I will need to train. I am sort of rusty at the moment."

"I can help you there. My father has all these training supplies in the library. We can start tomorrow."

"But the others…"

"I can tell them. You are going to need all the help you can get." Eames nodded.

"Thanks Mal." She smiled before linking her arm in his.

"No problem. Now, shall we finish patrolling and head home?"

"Lead the way."

Thank you guys for reading! :)