In the Beginning...
Title:- see above
Rating:- PG13
Distribution:- same as always
Ownership:- For those who don't know, Joss Whedon owns the characters from BtVs. So now you know.
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The latest addition to Sunnydale High School roamed the graveyard. She was carrying a stake, not your usual teenage girl's favourite accessory but, then again, she wasn't your usual teenage girl. Those in the know would be able to tell this straight off. She gave off an aura of power, warning on-coming danger of the not-so-human kind to back off. She turned to the mausoleum and sighed. Three figures were approaching at high-speed, their face disfigured and their teeth resembling fangs. They snarled hungrily but she stood her ground, refusing to let them scare her. They leapt at her and she humoured them, giving herself a full workout.
A dark figure watched from the shadows as the petite blonde slew his kindred. He smiled triumphantly as she stood alone again, brushing the ashes from her clothes. He had never doubted her abilities, or he would not have followed her from Los Angeles. He leant casually against a tree and monitored her actions, slipping further into the shadows of the graveyard as more humans approached, carrying books. Of course, her studies. He listened intently as they sat on various tombstones so they faced eachother. A man - older than the girl, another girl about the same age as the blonde but this one had red hair. The figure crouched as yet another human appeared, a boy, also about the same age as the two girls. Fascinated the figure listened, it was some sort of quiz. The blonde had a test tomorrow. History. He could help. 1st World War, been there. 2nd World War, even got the T-shirt, and a couple of cigarette cards showing Hitler as the raving lunatic he really was. Hmm, a girl of her age, 16 perhaps? Maybe older. No, her body-language said it all, she was 16. The blood pulsing through her veins was young and vibrant. Her heart was beating with a ferocity only the Chosen One could accomplish. The Slayer. He'd read the books, the hand-written accounts. He'd even met a couple in his time, thogh not in the best of circumstances - not by their standards anyway. One girl in every generation, chosen to fight the demons and plagues of this planet. She was interesting. More so than the others had been, she had another aura. She was charismatic, enthusiastic and warm-hearted. Unlike himself. No pulse, no blood-flow, no....oh, well no use crying over spilt milk is there?
The four humans stood and prepared to leave, the other three stopping to watch as the blonde dusted yet another vampire. The figure smiled, Buffy Summers, Willow Rosenburg, Alexander Harris and a Mr. Rupert Giles. English of course. They left and the vampire, formally known as William the Bloody, emerged, a cold yet satisfied smile playing on his lips. He turned his back on their retreating figures, and headed off to the nearest Off-licence. He needed a beer.
"I have *so* failed!"
Buffy Summers was panicking after a very important histort test. Willow shook her head,
"No, you haven't failed....you just didn't do as well as you could if you...if you.."
"If I wasn't the Slayer."
"Uh, no, that's not what I was gonna say."
"But it's what you were thinking!"
"Er...true but, you have your duties as a Sla - " The red head cut herself off as Cordelia Chase walked past, looking down on them with her "What are you even doing on the same Earth as me?!" expression. Both girls took a deep breath as the most popular girl in the school blew her lid as she saw a girl wearing the same dress as her. Blocking their minds to her cries of fury, Buffy and Willow continued their conversation as they headed towards the library. They found Giles in his usual position behind the counter, acting his usual "I'm a librarian *not* watcher to the Slayer. *Honestly*!!" way.
He turned to them with his even more usual "We have big trouble but don't be alarmed." face,
"Things have been very quiet recently. Not a much demonic activity in Sunndale, and I think tha - "
He was cut off as Buffy panicked slightly,
"But face! You got the but face!"
Giles raised an eyebrow,
"I beg your pardon?"
Willow filled him in on their coded language, teenage style,
"You look like you're gonna say "but"."
"Ah. I see. I wasn't going to say that but yes there is an increase in fatalities in the towns surrounding Sunnydale."
Buffy put her bag down on the counter,
"Un-natural causes?"
" *Inhuman* un-natural causes."
"That's my cue. Get out there, fight more vamps, fail another test. Story of my life."
Willow took that as her cue to do some much enjoyed hacking,
"Need any files opened?"
The Englishman smiled at her eagerness,
"If you don't mind." That wasn't needed, she was already infront of the computer and beginning to surf the net,
"Coroner's reports?"
"Uh, yes. Please."
"No probs."
The Slayer approached the office, her intention to find as many lethal weapons a possible and fit them in her school bag. She stopped at a word from her Watcher,
"Buffy, we need to find out more about this first."
"Okay, you do the thinking, I'll do the hacking demons to pieces."
"Um, yes. Quite. Willow, have you got in yet?"
"Only about half an hour ago. I got forensic stuff and everything. Let's see.....all bodies were drained completely of blood with two puncture wounds on the neck. Police suspect some twisted serial killer."
Buffy sighed,
"Let me guess, that would be the *Sunnydale* Police report."
"Yup."
"We're on our own yet again. Rather, *I'm* on my own."
Willow tried to protest but didn't have the chance, Buffy continued,
"I can't expect you guys to look out for me. You two're clever, do the thinking bit. I don't do brain power and battles at the same time."
The peroxide blonde vampire wandered round his home, watching his beloved Druscilla as she tried to feed her pet bird,
"Come on, Pet. Sing for me. I love your singing. Please sing, Luv, I'll give you this seed. You love seeds. Please sing, Pet."
William the Bloody, so affectionately known as Spike for his fondness of torturing his victims with railroad spikes, walked over her and kissed her lightly on the cheek,
"It might help the poor thing was alive, Dru."
"It *is* alive! It's just asleep, aren't you, Pet? Wakey, wakey. Rise and shine."
"Dru, Luv, it's dead."
"How? I didn't drain it! Did you, Spike?"
"No. But if you'd fed it every day and given it something to drink, it would be singing."
Druscilla pouted and turned to the blonde vampire in frustration,
"I *did* feed it!"
Spike almost laughed at her child-like innocence. Then again, there was nothing innocent about her, except maybe her limited knowlege of pet-care, other than that she was just as psychotic as she always had been. He put his arm around her,
"Animals don't drink blood, Pet. They eat food like seeds and stuff."
She took the bird-cage in her hands and pushed it so hard it flew off its hook and hit the vampire opposite,
"No-one told me that!"
"Don't worry, Luv, I'll get you another one."
She faced him again he hugged her warmly, well, as warm as a vampire with no body heat can get.
The sound of urgent footsteps echoed throughout the hall, and a minor vampire ran in, falling at Spike's feet,
"The Master wants you both. Now."
Spike wasn't impressed, it wasn't all that often he got quality time *almost* alone with Dru,
"What? Now? Tell him he can wait an hour."
"No. You'll go now!"
All three looked up as a very tall, very muscular vamp stood at the doorway,
"Now. The Master wants you."
"Fine then, but I owe him no favours. Got that? *No* favours!"