Hey there, this is Rvlakia, the author (which you probably quessed). I hope this is OK; it's my first fanfic and as I am a huge supporter of the Buffy series it just seemed right to start off like this. I'd appreciate any comments on how to improve, or what is good about it. I'm looking forward to doing more.
~I do not own anything from Buffy or any characters~
Seeing Fate
1: The Sub Teacher
It was a cold night. Fog seeped across the grass, twisting through the slabs of stone protruding from the ground. It muffled any noise made by feet stepping across the grass. For example, those of the short blonde girl wearing dark – but stylish – clothes and who was walking innocently past the graves, glancing around every now and then. What she was doing out in the cemetery so late at night I didn't know, but did it matter? Here was my meal, and I was going to take it.
As I crept forward I brushed dirt from my dark suit. Seriously, I'd just crawled out of my own coffin. A weird experience, but messy none the less. Though you could hardly see my grave now, what with the fog and all. But it was so new that it didn't even have a headstone yet. I had no idea who I was. But I did know what I was.
Vampire.
Even as I thought that I began to remember how I changed. I had run out of milk, and went out to get some more from the convenience store, when I was attacked by some girl with blonde hair and a creepy face. Man, I didn't like her. She bit me for God's sake. Insane girl. But I suppose that made me insane then, seeing as we were now the same. Though if I ever found her...
Keeping an eye on the girl, I started to pick up my pace to get closer. My face changed and I felt sharp teeth pushing against my lower lip. I was able to see and smell her better; the fog was no longer a problem. I began to bound towards her, to catch her round the neck and sink my fangs into her flesh.
But then she spun to face me, her hand raised and holding a wooden spike. I stopped dead in my tracks. She stood for a second, her face incredulous.
"Jeff?"
I blinked.
"Buffy? What're you, I mean, why are you here?"
"I felt like taking a walk. And it's my job to kill vampires. Well, not really kill as such, considering you're already dead," she replied.
It was coming back to me now. My name was Jeffery Kearton, I attended Sunnydale High and I was a cool person. Past tense. Now, I wasn't entirely too sure of my status.
"Hey, do you mind if I stake you now? Only, it's cold, and I don't want to just stand around."
"Oh, sure. Stake away." As if I was going to say that. No, instead, I ran. I could sense Buffy behind me, but I picked up my pace and hurtled through trees and over tombs until she dropped behind and gave up. I sighed in relief.
Buffy's POV
I stuck the stake back into my leather jacket, then wrapped my arms around me. Jeff was faster as a vamp than he ever was when he was alive. Much faster. Giles was not going to be happy about this. He'd insist I'd do more training. Come on! I knew it all! I'd died once and saved the world twice already. I think I could handle patrols.
Sighing, I began to walk through the creepy fog again.
I twiddled a pen with my fingers, anticipating being bored out of my mind. I really did not get history! What was the point of knowing all about dead people? And God knows I knew enough about them anyways. I stared at the clock ticking through each second, waiting for the teacher to arrive. We'd be having a sub, Miss Russo, 'cos our normal teach was ill. Everyone was wondering what she'd look like, especially–
"Hey, do you think she'll be old? If 'Miss' is then it'll all be because of her dressing, right? I mean, no one likes a woman who wears disgusting clothes."
The voice came from beside me, scornful and callous, like always. Cordelia always spoke exactly what was on her mind. It didn't matter who to, as long as she could hear her own voice and feel important. Even so, somehow she was part of the Scoobies, battling evil alongside me. She had long-ish brown hair hanging loose, though some of it was tied at the back. Her clothes fit the fashion trend perfectly. Actually, it was Cordelia who set most of them. She was a real spotlight seeker, and she got it easily. It made me feel uncomfortable, thinking that I'd been like that once upon a time.
The door opened and we all sat up straight as Principal Snyder walked in, glaring at us all. It felt specially aimed at me, but when isn't it? He strode forward and stood behind the teacher's desk. Leaning towards us, he spoke.
"Now, you will all have to take good care of Miss Russo whilst she's here. She is a highly skilled historian and that demands respect. Because she belongs to another school I do not wish to see any of you," he said, staring straight at me, "making her feel unwelcome." He stood upright again and adjusted his tie. "Now that's over with; Miss Russo, feel free to teach these kids in any way you deem suitable."
There were a few gentle footsteps as the sub headed for the desk. Snyder whispered something to her as he passed, and she smiled gently. Throughout this process I could feel everyone's mouths dropping open in shock. Good. It wasn't just me gone insane then. Because, despite Cordelia's imaginings, Miss Russo was young.
And when I say young, I meant very. She couldn't have been older than an Eighth grader – 13 or 14 - let alone us. Once I'd got over the initial shock I began to take in her features too. She was perfectly normal in height, with slightly darker coloured skin than average. Her eyes were a warm brown and made me think of freshly baked cookies. Her mouth was pulled in the lingering smile from Snyder's comment, but it was kind and homely, rather than bitter like most teachers. But these weren't her most prominent feature. Oh no.
"Look at her hair! That must be against the law! That many dreadlocks, and in pink and yellow too! I thought she was meant to be a history person! She should be boring, like normal teachers!"
God, Cordelia sure knew how to whisper something to everyone so loudly. But her comments had set everybody else off too.
"Yeah! And she's just a little kid! How can she teach us?"
"Hey, it doesn't matter! This means we can mess around!"
"We might make her cry!"
"Aww, such a little baby! Don't cry." This was said in a very patronizing tone. In the hubbub Cordelia leant over to my desk.
"She's not normal; maybe she's some kind of demon! She might've tricked Snyder into thinking she is older than she looks! We have to tell Giles!"
"Miss Cordelia Chase."
It was the girl. As soon as she spoke I recognized her accent. How could I not? I'd had to put up with its nagging for the past couple of years. Yes, she was most definitely English. Just like my good buddy and Watcher, Giles. But at the sound of her voice the class fell silent, waiting for the girl's response to Cordelia's outburst.
"I'd like you – and the rest of the students too – to quieten down and pay attention to class. Oh, and Miss Chase? I suggest you wear the blue one instead of the red. It'll be better, trust me." With that she turned around and picked up the chalk to write her name on the blackboard. Cordelia twisted her head to face me slowly, an indignant and shocked look on her face.
"Did you hear that? How could she know about my skirt choices for my date later? I haven't told anyone what I'm wearing!" Well she had now. "She is a demon! I knew it! How else could she read my mind? We have to get to the library!"
"We have free period next, so we can go then."
Cordelia closed her mouth, nodded, then turned back to the face the front where Miss Russo was now standing with her hands on her hips, smiling casually.
"Now, we're studying English history, no? So, can anybody tell me the names of some of the kings and queens after William the Conqueror?"
I groaned internally and resumed my pen twiddling. No matter the teacher, history was still history. Boring.
Chapter 1: Complete!
This took a while, mainly because I had no clue what the plotline was going to be!
I'm sure it will get easier to write, though school will reduce the time I can spend on it... But as long as the quality is good and you're all happy then it'll all be fine!
~Please review~