Vamps Don't Sparkle

Victorious - Buffy

Set after Victorious' ending and about 10 years after the destruction of Sunnydale. So more or less the real time frame.
I'm going to ignore the comic continuation of Buffy.

Notes:

2013/02/27 - Before starting to write:

On a random note: Bloody Hell, this fanfiction-net account is more than 10 years old! Woohoo!

My Second fanfic. Huh. Thanks again to anyone who read "iJust Want This Night To End". Wanted to write some Victorious for some time, always thought there should be more Victorious set in the Buffyverse, so I decided to try my hand at this.
I haven't really planned this one through to the end, so I'm not sure where I'm going with this or if it'll be worth finishing it, hell, right now I'm not even sure if I'll upload this thing.

Well, let's do this...

2013/04/09 – After finishing chapter I:

Didn't have that much time to work on this. Took longer than anticipated. Working with a combination of LibreOffice and some free Android-Office-App-abomination kinda sucks.
I actually wanted to put even more into the first chapter and write the second one before uploading, but decided to do it tonight to get some feedback.
Writing this made me re-watch some of my favorite parts of Buffy, so even if it sucks that's a plus in my book. I might have taken some liberties with the Slayer mythology stuff but I think it works.
Should I have posted this as a crossover? Maybe, but how many people browse those?
Why does stuff look so freaking short in fanfiction-net's editor?
If you like it, write a review; If you do not like it PLEASE write a review.

Disclaimer (I still think these are pointless, but this doesn't feel complete without one.):
Victorious and everything associated belongs to Dan Schneider/Schneider's Bakery.
Buffy the Vampire Slayer and everything associated belongs to Joss Whedon/Mutant Enemy.
There shall be no profit gained from this work except for elevating my own and hopefully some reader's boredom.

Chpt. I - Chosen (One)

Tori crossed the threshold into her room and shut the door with a little more force than necessary. She didn't even notice that she nearly ripped the doorknob off in the process. Would she have cared? Probably not. Her day couldn't get much worse anyway.

First thing in morning she had somehow managed to smash her alarm clock into a pile of shattered glass and plastic after laying awake most of the night again. She really needed to stop buying these things at the dollar store. The radio in Trina's car was broken so her sister had decided to sing herself instead. At the top of her lungs. Tori thought her singing had actually worsened recently, though she couldn't put her finger on what was different, she just heard even more bad notes than usual.

School itself had been quite uneventful. Andre had a new girlfriend; Jade hadn't shown up today, so Beck was free to flirt with any girl in sight without his again-ex-girlfriend staring daggers at him; Cat related some story about her brother starting a wildfire after some trees insulted him; Robbie still tried to ask Cat out just to be shot down again leading to the same taunts from Rex as always. The usual, even if it probably was a weird usual.
By the end of the day Tori was ready to drop dead. Classes today had been excruciatingly boring and she hadn't slept properly in weeks, being kept awake by terrible nightmares.
Nightmares about grotesque monsters attacking her and always ending with either the monsters brutally killing her or with her killing the monsters. Mostly the dream monsters were just people with strangely contorted faces; those rarely managed to kill her and exploded when she put a stick in their chests. But some of the other ones were really ugly and more dangerous. Her subconsciousness had to be really messed up. She usually never remembered her dreams, but for some reason she could recall every single one of the nightmares. She almost felt like they actually happened after she woke up each morning.
Tori just wanted to go home and get one night of peaceful sleep. Was that too much to ask? She said goodbye to Andre and Robbie who went off to their book club meeting. Tori had thought about joining once, but both boys suddenly had been very adamant that she wouldn't enjoy it.
She went to her locker, stuffed her books inside and slammed the door shut enthusiastically, relieved to finally get to leave for the day. To her surprise the locker received a visible dent where she had pushed it shut. These things apparently weren't as durable as they looked. She spun around when she heard someone clearing their throat behind her and flinched at who she saw. Of course she just had to run into Lane immediately after destroying school property. "I think we should discuss this in my office, don't you?" He stated looking exasperated, he apparently had planned on leaving too. Great, a lecture from Lane for something that had clearly been an accident while detaining him from going home. She just wanted to sleep.

She slouched into his office and even managed not to make a face at the overwhelming smell of hand lotion in the room. Seriously, it was practically tangible. She let herself fall into the chair Lane indicated and took a deep breath. 'Let's get this over with', she thought; the sooner she got this sorted out, the sooner she could sleep. "So, Tori, is there something you want to talk about?" "What do you mean?" She had just broken her locker. She would accept the punishment for it. She just wanted to get out of here. Maybe she could sleep in detention. "You just put a formidable dent in your locker. I don't think you'd do that if there wasn't something seriously bothering you." "No, I mean, I'm sorry. I'm just tired and had a really bad day. I seem to break everything I touch today, Trina's singing somehow got even worse and to top it off I haven't really been sleeping for the last few weeks because I've been having these really weird nightmares about being killed by even weirder monsters and how am I even supposed to put a bend into that locker? That had to be metal fatigue or something! it was an accident. I swear I really didn't mean to." Huh. She hadn't intended to go on a rant like that but to be honest she actually felt relieved. After she'd finished rambling she saw Lane had paled a bit and stared at her eyes wide like he just had remembered something really important. He caught himself, blinked a few times and put on a smile. "Metal fatigue. Yes, right. That's probably it. Well, we all have our bad days, you may go home, just try not to break anything else. For your sleeping I can recommend a nice glass of warm milk. Now get out of here." While hurrying towards the door before he could change his mind Tori heard him mumble something about having to talk to "Sikowitz that fool". She shrugged. Weird ending for a weird day. All that mattered was that she could finally go home and sleep.

She let herself fall into her bed with a sigh. She had decided to try Lane's advise and sipped some microwaved milk when she got home, she just hoped it would work.

It didn't.

She was fighting one of the monsters again, this time it was some blonde guy wearing suspenders. It was different this time though. She was aware she was dreaming. She never had been before. She couldn't control the dream, but she knew it was one. It felt like watching a movie through the eyes of the main character. She knew they were in China, she also knew that outside Boxer rebels and Imperial troops were fighting to drive out the foreign devils from the empire. She had no idea how she knew any of that or what exactly half of it meant. Her foot pinned her attacker to a column by his throat and she was about to impale him with one of those wooden sticks when an explosion just outside the building shattered the window and threw her of balance. Before she could fully regain her composure the creature had disarmed her and held her firmly in his grasp. She struggled, but his grip only tightened. She knew it was over when she felt his fangs piercing her skin. One thought filled her mind:"Tell mother I'm sorry." She couldn't understand his reply before he threw her to the ground. Blackness.

She was in a subway, fighting Billy Idol. No, not Billy Idol, it was the same guy as before, but clad in leather and with his hair bleached blonde. They weren't in imperial China anymore. This was New York '77. 'Billy' landed a hard hit that threw her to the ground. He grabbed her head with both hands. Her last thought before he twisted her neck around was about her son. Crowley would take care of Rob. He had sworn it. Blackness again.

The sky was on fire. There were just herself and a bleeding girl in a silly dress, no monsters this time. Well, there was that dragon soaring above her, but for some reason Tori knew that that was the least of her problems right now. They were on top of some tower. She had won, she had beaten the bitch, but she had been too late. Beneath them in mid-air reality was tearing itself apart in a ball of violet flame. The other girl was crying, pleading with her to let her go stop what was happening. She couldn't do that. This was her sister who she had watched grow from an annoying toddler into a more annoying young woman; Tori had never seen this girl in her life. She felt at peace with herself. She knew what she had to do. Spike, who Tori recognised as 'Billy' who had killed her twice this night, would protect Dawn. "The hardest thing in this world is to live in it. Be brave. Live. For me." She spun around and jumped. Death was her gift.

This time there was no blackness. There was a blinding flash of light after which she found herself standing in the asphalt café. She was herself again, in control. This also hadn't happened before; this definitely wasn't one of her usual nightmares. She noticed three figures sitting at one of the tables. There was a bored looking pretty hot brunette in her early thirties with dark clothes and make-up, an a little younger blonde guy in a dorky suit who tried to look dignified without much success and …Sikowitz?!

The guy in the middle stood up and spoke, obviously at least half an octave deeper than he was used to. "Welcome, Miss Vega," The other two rolled their eyes. "you have been chosen. As a Slayer..." He made a supposedly dramatic pause and tried arching his eyebrow without success, the woman and Sikowitz groaned. "...Of the Vampyres." "Andrew we've been over this," the woman hissed while Andrew visibly flinched, she kinda reminded Tori of Jade. "If you keep saying that, I'm gonna ram a stake so far up your ass, you're gonna..." She was interrupted by Sikowitz, who was wearing his signature over the top smile "Faith, language. You two just might remember we're here for a reason." After he had managed to calm the woman, Faith Tori assumed, down Sikowitz turned to Tori, still smiling like the madman he was. "Hi, Tori. Nice dream you're having. This little fella is Andrew Wells, in charge of recruitment for the Reformed Slayer-Watcher Council in North America. And this lovely lady's name here is Faith, second in command of the Global Slayer Corps. She always reminds me of Jade. Does she remind you of Jade? Anyway, I digress. You're a Vampire Slayer."
...What? This dream was weird, but it still beat the nightmares. Tori decided to just go along with it. "I am? That's great! What's a Vampire Slayer?"

Andrew chose that moment to regain his composure. "You are the latest in a great, ancient line of she-warriors. Blessed with superior strength, senses as keen as those of the very predators that you make your prey and an unseverable connection to both those who came before you and those who fight by your side."
"I'm still wanted for murder in some states, you think it would make stuff much worse if I killed him too?" An annoyed Faith asked Tori's acting teacher, who actually seemed to contemplate the question. "Eh, not tonight." Sikowitz looked around as if searching for signs of a storm coming. "We gotta get going." He turned back to Tori. "As our little hobbit here said," Andrew wanted to object to the nickname, but Faith shot him a look. "You're a Vampire Slayer. You got enhanced strength, stamina, reflexes and senses, TheInevitableDestinyToSpendYourLifeFightingDemonsA ndOtherDarkForces, and a psychic link with all other Vampire Slayers alive or dead, which allows you to have these visions while dreaming. That link is also how we are talking to you right now. Softens the blow a bit when you think you are dreaming, don't you think? Andrew and me tapped into the link through Faith, using her as a conduit or something, I couldn't quite follow when that witch explained it."
Tori took in that impressive chunk of exposition and nodded. It made surprisingly much sense for a dream explanation. She suspected that his smile had to be starting to hurt by now. Wait, did that man say witch?! „Did you just say witch?"
"I did indeed. As I said we haven't got much time. The cliff notes: Vampires are real, no they don't frigging sparkle; Demons are real, yes some of them do sparkle; Magic is also real, most of it is quite sparkly. We fight the bad guys; That more or less makes us the good guys; You're one of us now." He looked up again. "Sorry, but you're waking up now, we'll talk tomorrow after class."

Tori awakened with a start. Trina was pounding on her door, telling her to get up before she left without her. For a change she actually felt rested, she hadn't slept this well in what felt like ages. That dream had been just as weird as those nightmares, but it was nice not to wake up after being brutally murdered. Plus that Faith chick had been kinda hot. Or something. Wait, what? Tori pushed the thought back into the furthest recesses of her mind.
She got up, showered quickly, threw on some outfit that didn't clash to badly and hurried downstairs. Trina was already waiting to get going, so Tori just grabbed her keys and bag and cheerfully told her she was good to go. She would grab some breakfast at school, no need to jeopardize her good mood by further delaying an already impatient Trina. This was going to be a good day, she wouldn't let anything change that.