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Disclaimer: Despite what you may believe, I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I know that this may be difficult to believe, but it is true.
Rating: About the same as the TV show, though I may use a few cuss words and there will be some violence. So on second thoughts, the rating is a little higher ;)
Distribution: If you'd like it, please have it listed under my name (Fulgour) and send me a notifying Email as to where I can find it.
Authors Notes: Don't know where the idea for this came from. The first few chapters may be slightly confusing, however, all will be revealed.
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It was a dark and stormy night. Hard rain fell in sheets, pelting the graves, and thunder rolled across the black sky. In the cemetery, stood a lone girl. The girl looked around in abject depression, before plonking herself on a grave with a sigh, only a thin raincoat protecting her from the fury of the Chicago storm. Tina was miserable. First she had a pop quiz at school. Then some idiot spilt ketchup on her expensive blouse. Then she gets caught in a damn storm. Wincing, she pulled the hood tighter over her head, as the rain velocity increased. "When I see David, I'm gunna..." She muttered, before stiffening suddenly. A figure walked out of the rain towards her. "Shouldn't be out at night" The guy growled at her. The big guy stepped closer, a lecherous grin on his face. Tina shrugged "Got a job to do" she replied nonchalantly. The guy sneered, his face morphing into that of a vampire "Too bad you won't get to...:" He was cut off by a stinging pain in his chest, and looked down in amazement to see a stake poking out of it. He had enough time to look back up in confusion at the girl, who was still sitting on the head stone, before he crumbled into dust. "Damn vamps, they gotta be the only ones stupid enough to be out in this weather." She muttered to herself, as she shivered. "I know what David would say," she sighed to herself "You have a sacred duty." She mocked, her voice in a fake British accent. Abruptly standing she gestured to the world at large "So what if I'm the slayer? Can't I get a night off?" She sighed as the wind picked up, blowing her raincoat off and away. Looking at the sky in helpless fury, she turned on her heel and stormed off "I'm never gonnu get this mud off my shoes".
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THE NEXT DAY
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"Dave!"
A head popped up from behind a counter "Yes?" He replied, looking around fuzzily. Tina sighed in exasperation "Dave, I'm here." David focussed wearily from behind steel rimmed glasses on the frustrated slayer. "Um, hello?" He uncertainly began.
"Don't hello me, mister 'tell-my-slayer-to-go-out-in-the-freezing-rain-and-catch-a-cold-while-staking-a-stupid-vamp!'"
"Erm, very well" he replied, cautiously testing the water...
"Very well?!"
... And finding it to be boiling hot. David Whyndham-Pryce sighed in defeat, taking his glasses off his nose and rubbing the lenses. He had been elated to find out he had been assigned to the current slayer. It was, after all, regarded to be the highest honor. He was surprised as well, not expecting to make it on a 'wet work' team, let alone be assigned to the slayer. Although he had finished at the top of his class, there was a lot of dishonor associated with his name. Baron Wesley Whyndham-Pryce the Third had been the cause of that. Just that name was enough to cause watchers to stop what they were doing to shiver in disgust. David's uncle. The greatest shame of his family. Wesley had, according to watcher diaries, done everything that could be done to break council law. And had got away with it. Perhaps one of the most reprehensible things about Wesley, was that he had not been punished by the council. Rather, he managed to live out a comfortable life, dying at a respectable age of seventy three, survived by two sons who, to the councils fury, followed in their parents' footsteps to work for a vampire. Since arriving in America however, he found things to be quite... Perplexing. The slayer did not act in the way defined in his advanced classes back in London. Rather, she acted in a manner that he found to be simply unexplainable. She had only been called two weeks ago, but they had come to an understanding. He wouldn't be such a 'geek', she would retain some decorum. It was tenuous, but seemed to work. He sighed again, carefully replacing the glasses on his nose, studying the clearly enraged slayer. She was five foot nine, a petite figure that belied the strength she held. Long red hair framed her attractive face, while green eyes currently burned holes into him. "What exactly happened?" He asked in a soothing manner, remembering back to what he was taught. 'A slayer must be in control of her emotions at all times. A slayer who is enraged, depressed, or frivolous is not efficient. You must shake her off this as carefully, though as thourouly as possible.' Tina sniffed, holding a tissue to her red nose. Her eyes were teary, and clearly red, and she had a slightly nasal twang as she spoke. "I was in the cemetery, it was raining, there was a vampire. Vamp got staked, I got a cold."
"Oh," He replied, thinking furiously. Were slayers impaired by such problems? Finding nothing to answer that question in his formidable memory, he decided to treat the problem as if she was a normal girl. "Don't go patrolling tonight, have lots of warm fluids, try to stay out of the rain" He ordered. Tina saluted mockingly "Sir yes sir!" She barked, before turning sharply and marching out of the library. David froze for a second in surprise before shaking his head wearily. How could she act so, so... "Juvenile" David pondered, returning to his readings.
"Damn him!" Tina cursed, storming down the hallway towards class. That guy was the biggest jerk she had ever met. He acted as if she was a robot or something, what was his problem? Still lost in her angry thoughts, she didn't notice as she ran directly into someone. "Hey! Watch where you're... Tina?"
Tina looked up in surprise to see Michael in front of her with a slightly sheepish expression on his face. "Oh, sorry Michael, didn't see you there" She apologized, stepping out of his way. He reddened slightly before grinning at her "No problem Tina, my fault. You coming to class?" He asked in a hopeful tone.
"Sure thing" She grinned back, taking his arm. "I should hope so, little lady" He began in a mock serious voice "What's a guy to do when his girlfriend starts to wag without him?" She punched his arm playfully, giggling as he jumped in mock pain, as they continued towards class, her annoyance with her watcher momentarily forgotten.
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THAT NIGHT
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"So, you going to The Reactor tonight?"
Tina paused. She did have a assignment due tomorrow, but still... "Sure thing." She answered into the phone happily. It had been too long since she had spent any time with her friends and Michael. "Great, I'll see you there about sevenish?" Asked Lisa. Tina answered in the affirmative, then chatted for several minutes (read: hours) before glancing at her watch "Oh, god! It's nearly six!" She exclaimed horrified. A gasp answered her "Jeeze! We had better get ready. See you soon!" Tina responded, and hung up. Tina frantically ran back to her room to get ready.
Tina glanced at her watch nervously; it was ten to six. She frowned at the time, but was unable to do anything but move faster towards the club.
Tina paused, a tingling at the back of her neck. "You might as well come out, I know you're there." She stated calmly, though her heart rate increased. Directly in front of her, a tall man stepped silently out of the shadows. Her breath caught in her throat as she examined his features. Tall, at least six foot, he had ebony coloured hair combed back. He was clean shaven, had a pale skin colour. He was dressed like most vampires, in black, with black boots, black jeans, a black teashirt, and black leather jacket. From what she could see of his shirt, his upper body was heavily toned,, and she could guess at the powerful muscles hidden under the leather. Finishing her examination, she brought her gaze back to his face, which had a dangerous grin on it. She assumed her fighting stance, her eyes narrowed at the intimidating stranger. "Who are you?" She demanded, her voice only slightly wobbling, which made the dark strangers smile grow even wider. "You called me out, you go first" He replied.
"I'm Tina, the vampire slayer." She hissed out.
The stranger bowed slightly "My name is Caelan."
"What do you want?" She asked, not relaxing from her position. Ignoring the threat completely, Caelan stepped around her to gaze down the alley at some teenagers passing. "Sanjay is coming." He announced, whirling around to face her, his face serious "Tell your watcher"
"Who is..." She trailed off as he turned and melted back into the shadows. "Hey!" She yelled, running towards the shadow, only to find nothing there. "Damn, how did he do that?" She muttered to herself, looking around wearily. "Hey Tina!" Yelled Michael from outside the club. Tina had one last look around, before backing out of the alley, back to her boyfriend. Out of the shadows opposite where he had disappeared into stepped Caelan. A thoughtful look was on his face as he gazed at the retreating back of the slayer.
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"Who is Sanjay?"
David gazed up at his slayer, who was purposefully striding towards him. "What?" He asked, not catching the question. "Who is Sanjay?" David's face paled
"Where did you hear that name?" He whispered. "Some guy told me" Tina shrugged "What was his name? That's right, Caelan" she answered. Her watcher sat down rather suddenly. "Good lord" He muttered out, taking a handkerchief out of his pocket to wipe his brow with suddenly shaky hands. "Okay, what is it about those names that's got you acting like a big sissy girl?" She asked flippantly, though underneath, she was slightly frightened by her watchers behavior. Something to get him that scared...
"What did he say about Sanjay!" David ordered her suddenly, fear in his eyes. Tina shrugged, trying not to let his fear get to her "Just that he is coming"
David took a couple of deep shaky breaths, before standing suddenly. "Right, research. We must find all we can on Sanjay..."
"Who is..." Tina prompted, not moving from her seat
"Master vampire. Several centuries old." He replied.
"And Caelan?"
"I don't know." Muttered David, searching through a book on his desk quickly before discarding it. "We can deal with him later, first we must prepare for Sanjay."
As the slayer and watcher frantically searched through books for Sanjay, a lone figure was watching in.
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Caelan, satisfied that the watcher had taken his warning seriously, pulled out a cell phone from an inside pocket, and quickly pushed in speed dial 1. "Angel's investigations, we help the helpless." A perky voice answered. Caelan smiled slightly at the voice, before remembering his purpose "Angel, please." He requested "This is Caelan."
"Please hold" The voice answered, followed by classical music. Caelan had to suppress a grin. Ever since the big event, Angel had decided to have a full crew, and his business now had over a hundred employees and spanned the western coast. He had been flirting with the idea of expanding towards the east, but hadn't made a decision yet. Which was one of the reasons he, Caelan, was here. "Caelan? How's it going?" Angels voice broke him out of his thoughts
"I told the slayer, looks like her watcher is taking it seriously." Caelan replied, not taking his eyes off the window.
"Good! Good." Angel answered before sighing. "Look, Caelan, you know that there's a place for you here..."
"Angel, we've been through this." Caelan interrupted sharply. "I'll lend a hand when it's needed, but I'll never work for you, again." Angel sighed again, this time in defeat.
"Look Caelan, I can understand that, I wouldn't ask but..."
"Cordelia made you." Caelan finished dryly.
"Sometimes I think that that whole 'putting a demon in Cordelia' thing was just another curse placed on me, so that I'll have to endure her complaining forever." Angel joked, though quietly. Very quietly. Caelan chuckled in reply. It made sense in a way. After all, Angel did need to have a link with the Powers that Be that could last as long as he would...
"How is it?" Angel asked quietly.
Caelan clenched his teeth together, unable to move his eyes from the concentrated face of the slayer. "It's not bad." He finally admitted "She doesn't look like... Like... She looks different"
Caelan could feel the sympathy radiating from Angel, although the souled vampire did not say anything. "Caelan..."
"No! I'm fine. It was a long time ago." Caelan forcefully cut him off.
"But you still can't say her name."
"I don't need to." Caelan replied coldly. "I did my job, you owe me."
"Fine" Angel sighed "But if you need anything..."
"No." Caelen replied, his voice still cold. "I'll see you around," He paused, still watching the slayer. A small smirk came to his lips "Deadboy."