Wild Wild Sunnydale
What if Buffy and the Scooby's lived in a different time. A time when the west was wild and cowboys and demons roamed the earth. Both the Slayer and the best gunslinger in the west, will she live through the toughest time of her life?
Chapter 1
The Fall Of A Glittering World
Unmapped Area of California
Night
1891
Fires burned as panicked indian villagers fled in every direction, their belongings and various animals in tow. Even explosions could be heard not too far out in the distance. It was the beginning of the aftermath of what the vampiress To and her demons were doing to the small village. But little did the people know but their saviour was nearby, fighting the good fight.
Panting heavily from the exertion of killing off a dozen vampires Naayee Neizghani, a native american Slayer, stood woozily in front of her nemesis, the ash from her former assailants bellowing around her. She was bleeding from a dozen cuts she recieved from battling, but her determination to avenge the death of her Watcher drove her on. Walking towards the demoness out in the open, she snarled as she saw To sitting on the ground caressing the hair of a terrified small child.
To was a beautiful indian vampiress with long dark hair, brown eyes, and was wearing an all black, almost satin materialed chinese outfit.
"This ends tonight, vampire!" Naayee growled as she unsheathed her blessed sword from her back and held the tip of it down to the ground.
"There you go little one." To replied with a lick of her lips. "You're always trying to ruin my fun."
"Let the child go. This...this is between you and me."
"But we always have someone in between us." To said as she snapped the child's neck like a graham cracker, before standing to her feet. "Just like your, Watcher."
Enraged at hearing her Watcher mentioned, Naayee kicked To back and whipped her sword at her head. Using her vampiric speed, To ducked but not quite quick enough as the blade split the skin over her left eyebrow, making blood run down her face. Touching the wound with a free hand, she dodged another blow from the Slayer's sword.
"So you're finally going in for the kill?" To asked as she vamped out. "Well allow me the courtesy of doing the same."
The Slayer charged her, sword twirling through the air in a deadly blur. To dodged every swing and viciously backhanded the girl, breaking her grip on the sword. With a growl of her own Naayee went hand-to-hand with To, landing several kicks and punches to her head, serving only to further enrage the vampiress. To beat her back but she began to lose ground again.
Pressing the advantage the Slayer backed her up against a tree and pinned her there, her foot to her throat. She then raised a stake, poised to strike the killing blow, when an explosion outside blasted near them, the concussion breaking her hold on the vampire. Taking the opening To got on the offensive, knocking the stake from her hand. As the Slayer bent to retrieve it, To seized her arm and wrenched it up behind her back.
"Now this ends!" To growled as she leaned down to bite into Naayee's neck.
"Yes it does." the Slayer replied, as she head butted the vampiress, crushing her nose and sending blood into her eyes. As she leaned down again to retrieve her stake, To knee'd her in the face and caught off guard To was able to pick up a fallen dagger and stab Naayee in the chest.
Eyes going blurry, Naayee was barely able to send out a side kick that knocked To into a tree, which she fell unconcious under. Wobbling unsteadily on her feet, her vision cleared a bit and she was able to make it over to her horse. Slowly mounting it, Naayee's hat fell off as she spurred her horse and took off into the night.
Getting far enough away from the villian, just as she pulled the dagger out of her chest blood issued out of her mouth and her wound. Not being able to face the pain any longer, just as her horse slowed she fell from it and onto the dusty ground in a roll.
Barely hanging onto life she looked off into the distance, a moan of words on her dying lips.
"Great Father...I...I die this night not fulfilling my promise to slay the demon To." she managed to get out as her eyes widened in pain. "But I beg of you not to let my soul pass...until she's gon..."
Not being able to finish what she had to say, she stared off into the nothingness of the night sky.
Terror Texas
"Aahhh...!" a little eleven year old girl with dirty blonde hair, yelled as she came out of her nightmare. As if to emphasize it, thunder boomed outside of the old shack house as the wind howled demonically.
Wiping the sweat off of her forehead, she stood out of her bed trying to get her eyes to adjust to the darkness. That had been the third nightmare she had, had like that in a week and it made her nervous. Not only that but she also felt funny, like a new power was flowing through her body.
Wanting to get some water from the kitchen, she opened the door to her small room, she walked out and heard a gargled sound coming from further down the hallway. As her ears perked up, she found that the noise was coming from her mother Joyce's bedroom.
"Momma." she said as the gargling stopped, only to be replaced by a growling sound. Scared but curious, she slowly inched down the hallway until she got to the door. With a trembling hand, she turned the knob and screamed at all of the blood and gore that she saw on the other side.
Tears flowing from her face, she ran from the house and headed out into the dark and stormy night. Not watching where she was going, she ran into something and screamed. Looking up from the veil of rain and tears she saw the flash of a golden star badge and immediately launched herself into the arms of the sheriff.
"Now, Buffy what on earth are you doin' outside this late?" Sheriff Giles asked, as he held the girl close to him, to keep her from getting more drenched by the rain. The poor thing was wearing nothing more then a large shirt.
"Mr...Giles...my...my momma...my momma." was all Buffy could say as she pointed back to her house.
"What about her sweet heart?" he asked as she buried her head into his chest and cried. Feeling that something was dreadfully wrong, Giles stood up, draped his leather cowboy jacket around her shoulders and cocked his shotgun. "Stay here and I'll be right back." he said as he slowly walked into the house.
Sniffing the air, the foul stench of blood and rotted meat hit his nose. With a prayer on his lips he slowly walked down the hallway of the house.
"Miss Summers are you alright? Buffy's scared half to death and..."
He stopped talking as a hulking black furry beast jumped out of Joyce's bedroom door and charged at him.
"A werewolf. Bloody marvelous." he muttered in disgust as he lifted up his shotgun. This was the second murder by them, this week.
Before the werewolf could complete his charge, Giles fired off a silver round'd shot, the force of which ripped off half of it's head. As the creature fell to the floor dead, Giles walked into the room and nearly passed out at the sight of Joyce laying on the floor, ripped to pieces.
After a moment of collecting himself, he walked back outside, put his gun down on the porch and got down on one knee. After only a few seconds Buffy ran up to him with tears stinging her eyes.
"Buffy, I gotta tell you somethin' now. It's somethin' you don't wanna hear." he said wiping away at her tears. "But first you gotta promise me that you're gonna be a big girl."
"I...I promise." came her little voice, as she trembled a bit.
"Your mother is...gone Buffy."
"No..." she broke down again as she leaned into his embrace, fresh new tears falling.
"Shhh...let it out, luv." Giles said as he started to pat her on the back. "You're gonna come live with me until I can figure out what to do with you. Shhh...cry tonight now, but tomorrow I want you to be my big girl."
Two Days Later
Sweat pouring down his brow, a man walked through the desert like area of California with a pick axe and a shovel slung over his shoulder. He had originally came to California to dig for gold, but he had ran into some demons that threated to eat him alive.
Forever the polititian, like his father before him was, he managed to weasel out of it by telling them that he would build them a town for them to feed off of, as long as he lived. Wanting that to be forever, they gave him the gift of immortality and told him of a day when he would ascend into a true demon. The only problem was he had to find where the hellmouth was.
Walking past a grouping of trees, he saw someone in the distance laying on the ground. Running up to the body, he looked down sadly as he saw the freshly decaying young indian girl.
"Poor thing." he said as he reached down and closed her eyes.
Feeling genuinely sorry for her, he took his shovel and started to dig a grave for her. Not knowing her name, he mentally called her Sunny. As he finished burying her, he was about to walk off, until he nearly tripped on something. Curious as to what it was he took his shovel and started to uncover a large circular seal with what looked to be a goat on it. With a smile at part of his mission complete, he looked down at the Seal of Danthazar.
"Well, Gosh." Richard Wilkins said to himself, as he put his hand on his hip. "What am I going to call this place?" as he said that he looked back at the native american girls grave and a thought hit him. He was going to call it Sunnydale.
A/N There will be a time skip in the next chapter and you'll see a slightly older Buffy and possibly some of her other friends from Sunnydale.