Rogue Demon Hunter

What if Wesley was a bad ass demon hunter from the beginning? While on the road trying to find his destiny and killing demons in the year 1987 he runs into a little girl named Faith.

Prologue

England

Night

1976

A glass of whisky exploded against a wall in a finely furnished house.

"I've had enough of you father!" the young man who threw it yelled as he angrily turned his back on his father. He was a skinny, fresh faced young man with dark hair, and wearing all black. While his father looked more distinguised, with his graying hair and calm facade.

"You listen to me boy." the older man barked as he grabbed his arm and whirled him back around to face him. "Being a Watcher is a family tradition. It's my dream for you too..."

"That's just it father." he said as he shrugged his hand off. "It's your dream not mine. I don't want that for my life."

"Then what pray tell do you want?"

"I...I don't know." the younger man said deflated. Honestly he hadn't thought that far ahead. But he and his little brother had always dreamed to go into the demon hunting business when they got older.

"I see. What a compelling argument." his father said as he put his hand on his son's shoulder. "Listen Johnathan, you're 18 years old now. It's time for you to settle down and think about what you are going to do with your life."

"You said it yourself father, this is my life." John informed him. "I don't want to spend my life researching and wearing those damned tweed clothes."

"You watch your tongue boy. This is my home and you'll respect me in it."

"Oh yes and that's another thing father. I'm tired of living in your home." John said as he started to walk out of the room. "And I'm taking Wesley with me. He doesn't deserve to grow up and be raised by a monster like you."

"Johnathan, you come back here boy. Johnathan!"

Ignoring his father Johnathan walked out of the room, but stopped for a moment in the hallway as he heard the last of what his father had to say.

"You'll always be a failure boy. I was just trying to set you on your path."

Those were the words that Johnathan had heard all of his life and dispite what he tried to do he could never please his father. Those words burned into his soul and even now a part of him told himself that he was worthless. Not listening to that voice he marched up to his room to gather some of his things. He just couldn't stay in a place like that anymore.

As he emerged out of his room, a duffle across his shoulder, and his dark haired sleepy little brother at his side, he nearly bumped into someone. Looking up he saw a woman in her late thirties with dark hair and sad eyes.

"Where are you two going?" she asked as she looked at the bag and then at John.

"I think you already know mother." he replied as he walked past her and down the hall.

"Your father was just being hard on you because he loves you."

"Don't sugar coat what he's done to me." John said lowly as he walked back up to her. Looking into her eyes, he took a deep breath and spoke with more gentle tones. "I can't be here any longer mother. You know that. And you know what he's trying to do too Wes..."

"I already know." she said as she handed him a large beige envelope. "There's a couple of thousand pound in there. It's all that I can give you right now, so whatever you do, get a job soon and take care of your little brother."

"I will." he said as he closed his eyes and kissed her on the forehead. "Goodbye mother."

"Mum." Wesley said as he latched onto her legs in a hug.

"It's going to be alright luv." his mother said as she leaned down and kissed him on the top of his head. "You're gonna live with your big brother for a lil' while."

"Come on Wesley." John said slapping his little brother on the back of the head lightly. "It's best we go out the back, so we won't disturb mother's family reunion." giving his mother one final glance, Wesley and his brother headed towards the kitchen before there was a loud pounding on the front door.

"I'll get it Auntie Lydia!" they heard a voice yell from the other room, as they opened the back door. "All right, all right! Hold your horses." and when he opened the door, four beings opened fire with machine guns, blowing him away.

"What was that?" Lydia Wyndam Pryce asked as she jumped at the noise.

"It sounded like..." but John was cut off as he heard screaming and more gunfire coming from the other room. "Wes listen to me." he said as he turned around and looked at his little brother. "You have to get out of here."

"But..."

"No but's Wesley." John said as he took a locket off around his neck, the envelope full of money, and a ring with a red gem off of his finger. Wes knew what was inside of the locket, a picture of the both of them a year ago when they went to the carnival together, but he had never seen his brother depart with that ring before. "When you get older you're gonna know what this ring means. Now go!" he yelled as he pushed him out of the door, making him fall flat on his back.

The sudden burst of violence was terrifying and unrelenting as the four rushed into the room. John and Lydia looked at them in fearsome surprise for the men weren't human at all, but loathsome, bestial demons dressed in dark cloaks with a black circular symbol on the front of it. One kicked in the television that the children were watching in the other room and fired into the kitchen, blasting Lydia. John rose but was forced back into his chair by one of the things and held there.

"No!" he yelled as he watched from the open door as two of his little cousins screamed in terror before they were brutally murdered. The monstrous monks then set fire to the rooms as the one holding John pulled a knife and quickly slit his throat.

"John..." Wesley said, making the demons look out of the open door. Taking off in a run, before they had time to chase or shoot at him, Wesley ran from the house, the sounds of his family being butchered still ringing in his ears.

Boston Mass.

Eleven Years Later

Waking up from his dream, an older Wesley sat up in bed at his apartment with sweat pouring off of his forehead. That happened almost 11 years ago but still it haunted his dreams. Sitting up all the way in bed, he reached over and picked up the locket his brother had given him, off of the dresser. Opening it up, he smiled at the image of he and his brother on a peaceful day years before.

Closing it, he put it back on his dresser, with a snarl on his face. He still hadn't figured out who or why someone had most of his family killed. But he had silently vowed to kill any and all demons he came in contact with until he found out. He had trained himself in fighting and gun play but he silently wondered if that would be enough.

Little did he know, as he sat back in bed, that fate would smile on him and give him a little help. And the most amazing thing was, that she was a little girl living in the apartment next to him.

A/N Later in the story there will be a time jump to the year of season one of Buffy. And believe me the season is gonna turn out a whole lot differently then on the show.