Title: Parts Unknown
Author: Jillian K.
Disclaimer: BTVS is property of Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. This fic is intended for entertainment purposes only.
Summary: In the Wishverse the Slayer encounters one vampire that changes her life. Dark B/S
Phase One - New York
The chosen one possessed the strength of ten men and the heart of none. She was a precise, efficient killer that had long ago sacrificed her beauty to her calling. A jagged scar disfigured her upper lip and her long blond hair (once her pride) was unkempt and damaged beyond repair. She opted to tie behind in a careless braid held by a piece of twine. Her clothes too had suffered and the grey tank, fatigues and combat boots did little for her figure or former sense of style. They were merely necessities, just like the weaponry, in Buffy's lonely war.
It she had taken the time to breathe and analyze her life she would have seen that she had no purpose for her struggle. Her mother was gone and her father never really cared.
So, aside from a distant Watcher she was alone. This suited her fine because people were a liability to be used as bait for her. No. The mission was the most important thing. Nothing would distract her from her life's calling.
She was in the city that never sleeps tracking down a few denizens from the NJ hellmouth. Her watcher had informed her that she needed to be in a town called Sunnydale but she wasn't one to pass up a chance for the East Coast and told her Watcher such. She would make her way to California, eventually.
For now she had plenty to do.
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He watched her from afar. Like her predecessors she fascinated him. He was a sucker for the Slayer lore. After all, one human girl versus all the demons of the world. It was preposterous but it worked.
But aside from her calling there was something else that attracted him to her. This girl was different from the others. She was...intense... and rather heartless. His type of girl.
He wanted to fight her. He wanted to sink his fangs into her neck and suck the warm, metallic Slayer blood. He also wanted to shag her until she screamed of pleasure. Spike, as usual, was a mass of contradictions.
Drusilla had sensed his inclination towards this particular Slayer. She at first had attributed towards his need to take down one of the Chosen ones. Eventually her well-developed sixth sense made her realize that this was more than simple predator instinct that drew him to the Slayer. Angry and full of accusations she'd left for parts unknown. At first he set out to find her but eventually he'd returned to learn a little more of one Buffy Ann Summers.
For one thing the chit had one hell of a death wish. She fought like she couldn't care less if she lived or died. As much as he enjoyed a good fight his preservation instinct always reined him in. For her the sole focus was the fight and he wanted to exploit that to his advantage. This Slayer was one challenging, worthwhile opponent. He would enjoy taking her down.
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As usual she slept until late afternoon. Her body was tired from a particularly nasty Grrarl demon. She left her bed and headed for the shower to wash the dirt and blood she'd been to beat to take care of last night. The lukewarm water eased her aching muscles and returned her to the world of living somewhat.
With a towel wrapped around her body she went to her old duffel bag. The articles of clothing were few and all were seriously worn out by her nightly activity. Yet, she could not bring herself to care and simply picked out faded jeans and a grungy denim jacket over a t-shirt with a hole in one sleeve. She arranged her hair in its customary braid and stuck a stake in her jacket pocket. She left her rented motel room without once having looked in the mirror.
The first order of business was food. She really wasn't hungry but she had to keep her energy levels up otherwise some vamp was going to get the better of her.
Not that she cared...much.
For Buffy life was as such. She slayed therefore she was. There was little else to her. She had no friends. She had been taken out of school by the Council when she was fifteen and sent to the Cleveland Hellmouth to do her job. After Cleveland came Detroit and eventually New York. She liked the city best. She did not feel like such an outsider in Manhattan.
Buffy stopped at a Mc.Donald's and bought a burger and a large coffee. With her purchase in hand she made her way to deserted playground and sat down on a bench.
She drank her coffee between bites of burger. As usual the food had not taste. Since she was fifteen everything tasted of death.
Buffy finished her meal but she made no movement to leave her spot. Her eyes were glued to the empty swings moving in the faint wind. She remembered her mother pushing her on one of those while her father watched. Sometimes it seemed like another life, like another girl.
She left her seat suddenly and walked hurriedly out of the playground. Her expert eyes combed the premise to check if someone had caught her at this moment of weakness. Apparently no one had. She walked fast towards the cemetery. It was already dusk.
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He'd seen her. Spike had taken care to learn of her routine early on. As usual she looked almost fragile as her memories assailed her. Traces of the girl she'd been and buried were visible in this most vulnerable time of her day.
He felt a slight pang in his non-beating heart. If he dared analyze it he could realize that he felt for this girl something a little more that violent lust. Yet, he wasn't ready for that just yet, so he ignored it and followed her to the cemetery. He was determined to make this the day when he would make his presence know to her.
TBC. Please Read and Review.
Author: Jillian K.
Disclaimer: BTVS is property of Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. This fic is intended for entertainment purposes only.
Summary: In the Wishverse the Slayer encounters one vampire that changes her life. Dark B/S
Phase One - New York
The chosen one possessed the strength of ten men and the heart of none. She was a precise, efficient killer that had long ago sacrificed her beauty to her calling. A jagged scar disfigured her upper lip and her long blond hair (once her pride) was unkempt and damaged beyond repair. She opted to tie behind in a careless braid held by a piece of twine. Her clothes too had suffered and the grey tank, fatigues and combat boots did little for her figure or former sense of style. They were merely necessities, just like the weaponry, in Buffy's lonely war.
It she had taken the time to breathe and analyze her life she would have seen that she had no purpose for her struggle. Her mother was gone and her father never really cared.
So, aside from a distant Watcher she was alone. This suited her fine because people were a liability to be used as bait for her. No. The mission was the most important thing. Nothing would distract her from her life's calling.
She was in the city that never sleeps tracking down a few denizens from the NJ hellmouth. Her watcher had informed her that she needed to be in a town called Sunnydale but she wasn't one to pass up a chance for the East Coast and told her Watcher such. She would make her way to California, eventually.
For now she had plenty to do.
#############
He watched her from afar. Like her predecessors she fascinated him. He was a sucker for the Slayer lore. After all, one human girl versus all the demons of the world. It was preposterous but it worked.
But aside from her calling there was something else that attracted him to her. This girl was different from the others. She was...intense... and rather heartless. His type of girl.
He wanted to fight her. He wanted to sink his fangs into her neck and suck the warm, metallic Slayer blood. He also wanted to shag her until she screamed of pleasure. Spike, as usual, was a mass of contradictions.
Drusilla had sensed his inclination towards this particular Slayer. She at first had attributed towards his need to take down one of the Chosen ones. Eventually her well-developed sixth sense made her realize that this was more than simple predator instinct that drew him to the Slayer. Angry and full of accusations she'd left for parts unknown. At first he set out to find her but eventually he'd returned to learn a little more of one Buffy Ann Summers.
For one thing the chit had one hell of a death wish. She fought like she couldn't care less if she lived or died. As much as he enjoyed a good fight his preservation instinct always reined him in. For her the sole focus was the fight and he wanted to exploit that to his advantage. This Slayer was one challenging, worthwhile opponent. He would enjoy taking her down.
###########
As usual she slept until late afternoon. Her body was tired from a particularly nasty Grrarl demon. She left her bed and headed for the shower to wash the dirt and blood she'd been to beat to take care of last night. The lukewarm water eased her aching muscles and returned her to the world of living somewhat.
With a towel wrapped around her body she went to her old duffel bag. The articles of clothing were few and all were seriously worn out by her nightly activity. Yet, she could not bring herself to care and simply picked out faded jeans and a grungy denim jacket over a t-shirt with a hole in one sleeve. She arranged her hair in its customary braid and stuck a stake in her jacket pocket. She left her rented motel room without once having looked in the mirror.
The first order of business was food. She really wasn't hungry but she had to keep her energy levels up otherwise some vamp was going to get the better of her.
Not that she cared...much.
For Buffy life was as such. She slayed therefore she was. There was little else to her. She had no friends. She had been taken out of school by the Council when she was fifteen and sent to the Cleveland Hellmouth to do her job. After Cleveland came Detroit and eventually New York. She liked the city best. She did not feel like such an outsider in Manhattan.
Buffy stopped at a Mc.Donald's and bought a burger and a large coffee. With her purchase in hand she made her way to deserted playground and sat down on a bench.
She drank her coffee between bites of burger. As usual the food had not taste. Since she was fifteen everything tasted of death.
Buffy finished her meal but she made no movement to leave her spot. Her eyes were glued to the empty swings moving in the faint wind. She remembered her mother pushing her on one of those while her father watched. Sometimes it seemed like another life, like another girl.
She left her seat suddenly and walked hurriedly out of the playground. Her expert eyes combed the premise to check if someone had caught her at this moment of weakness. Apparently no one had. She walked fast towards the cemetery. It was already dusk.
###########
He'd seen her. Spike had taken care to learn of her routine early on. As usual she looked almost fragile as her memories assailed her. Traces of the girl she'd been and buried were visible in this most vulnerable time of her day.
He felt a slight pang in his non-beating heart. If he dared analyze it he could realize that he felt for this girl something a little more that violent lust. Yet, he wasn't ready for that just yet, so he ignored it and followed her to the cemetery. He was determined to make this the day when he would make his presence know to her.
TBC. Please Read and Review.