A/N: I own nothing of the Whedonverse nor any fairytales and I am not profiting from this work.
Chapter 1
"Hello, lovely sunshine." A voice that brought back a lot of bad memories lilted on the still night air. Buffy pulled the stake she still held up to her shoulder and prepared to use it.
"What are you doing here Drusilla?" The mad vampiress swayed in the night causing Buffy to roll her eyes.
"I'm here to see you on your way." Then everything went dark.
"Uh." Buffy woke with a nasty headache and even nastier hunger. Then she blinked. Nuthin'. Still dark. So she started to panic. Thrashing out. Digging and digging and then once the instinct was over she felt sick. I'm a vampire?
Dru was there with her legs swinging as she sat on a nearby tombstone. She was smiling like a child who was expecting a treat. "Miss Edith told me how to make you all shiny new again. Didn't need Daddy atoll this time round."
Buffy staggered a moment and when she had her hands around Drusilla's neck her sire just...disappeared. Buffy looked around wondering what had happened when something caught her attention. She was still breathing and something smelled...off. Before she could question it Buffy started running toward the source which took her out of St. Mary's and straight to UC Sunnydale.
When she got there she was a bit wigged to find that she could smell a human had been there recently and a small part of her registered that she should be hunting humans right now but she wasn't. Because Oz was out and very wolfy and...there was another one. They were tearing into each other so Buffy threw herself into the fray. She knocked the other werewolf out and satisfied that it was incapacitated grabbed Oz by the scruff of the neck and dragged him snarling behind her back to his cage.
Once she had him locked back inside thanks to some very nifty bar bending, compounded Slayer/Vamp strength was pretty cool, she hightailed it back to the university to check up on the other wolf. Who wasn't there. Damn. She huffed and when she breathed back in she could smell that there had been a lot more humans around since last time. That was when her stomach decided to make itself known again. She sighed and decided that the butcher would have to take precedence over sniffing out the other werewolf.
Ew. I so do not want to have to drink blood. But once she got to the butcher's with zero murdery thoughts she started to wonder if she was even a vampire. She was pretty excited that she still had her money on her but decided that was probably because Drusilla wasn't in her right mind enough to pick pockets.
"One quart of blood please." She placed her money and thought that this must be what it felt like when someone tried buying beer with a fake I.D. Beer. Never doing that again.
After getting her order of pig's blood, however, with the smell and the gurglies and the general, blech, yumminess that her body said it would be Buffy just took the bullet and drank it down in the alley. Both relieved and disgusted that the blood had done the trick Buffy made her way toward Giles's. Knowing that he would be the only one she could even try to discuss this with.
She took in a deep unnecessary breath and knocked. The door swung open slowly and before she could warn him against it, just to be safe, she heard Giles's muffled voice.
"Buffy, If that's you, please come in."
The next morning, deep in the sterile white bowels of the Initiative running underneath UC Sunnydale, the cage that was holding Hostile 18 was emptied and sterilized with detached efficiency. Maggie Walsh was disappointed that her findings proved werewolf components would be insufficient for improving upon Project 314. There was most likely a wounded werewolf wandering around but it was clear that a bag and tag would do Walsh no good so she let it go as she logged off from her government issued desktop and made her way to her day job. Comfortably unaware of the workings already in place to remove her funding and shut her pet project down.