(Disclaimer: I do not own the concepts of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel or Supernatural.....I'm not as awesome as the people that do own those shows.)
This is a response to the Challenge 4530: Little Girl Lost by kerrykhat from Twisting the Hellmouth
-Switched at birth unknowingly, Buffy discovers a family just as screwed up as she is. Takes place during and after SPN's "Dead Man's Blood" Post- Chosen
- Events after "Dead Man's Blood" will be different in the SPN universe.
-Title of story is inspired from Ozzy Osborne's song "Tomorrow"
Prologue
There was something about having something to slay after one was angry. Buffy had just come from the police station, and witnessing what she thought impossible, Faith willingly giving herself up to the authorities. Beside not only was she angry with the whole Faith thing, she was angry with Angel as well for siding her nemesis slayer sister. A good slay in an LA graveyard is just what she needed before she headed back to Sunnydale. This was not how she planned to spend her birthday.
She could hear someone, walking in the graveyard; even overtop the sounds of the city. Vampire? Perhaps...it was worth checking out. It turned out to be just a man, visiting a grave. What struck odd was that it was nearing ten at night, not the usual time to be visiting the dearly departed. Buffy approached cautiously though, just in case. "You know," she called out, getting the man's attention, "visiting a graveyard at night is likely to attract unwanted attention." The man's attention was surly attained as he bolted to a standing position with a gun in his hand. Buffy quickly put her hands up in defence. "Whoa there, don't get trigger happy on me, I was just saying. It can be dangerous."
"You're one to talk, you should be here either." The man said, "Like you said, it's dangerous."
"Touche," Buffy said, "Do you really need to be holding that thing still?" she motioned to the gun; she could see that he was sizing her up. He then did put the gun away, back into some coat pocket.
The man looked back down at the grave that he had been kneeling at, Buffy inched closer to the man, more for the sole purpose of being able to get to him better in case some vampire or demon popped into the picture from out of nowhere. "I only got to city a couple hours ago, and it was important to visit today. She would have been nineteen today."
Buffy raised an eyebrow, that fact was just way to creepy in her opinion. Buffy was close enough now to see the name of the tombstone, 'Elizabeth Winchester' "Wow, that is just ten shades of creepy right there," Buffy said out loud, but she could see that she was getting a look from the man, "Sorry, just a weird coincidence, the fact that she was born on the same day as me, and we kinda have the same name, not that I go by that name anyway."
"I'm sure there are plenty of people born on this day." The man replied, he probably thought she meant just the day and not the same year.
"No, I mean, today is my nineteen birthday as well. Hell, in this very city in fact....." Buffy was starting to ramble on when something caught her eye, a vampire was stalking them. "Look Mr. Winchester," she said, assuming that was his name, "as good as this conversation is going, I don't think we should be here anymore. There's been reports of gang member hanging out here, and they like doing the while PCP thing."
"Gangs on PCP eh? You do know that is the ultimate code word for Vampire." The man turned to look back as what Buffy was looking at.
"Oh, so you went into the graveyard at night anyway, knowing about vampires. You're crazier than I thought." Buffy stated.
"You're one to talk, what exactly is a little girl like you doing in a graveyard at this time anyway. You know my excuse."
"I'd love to chat, but there are more pressing matters, if you'll just excuse me, I've been waiting for this all night." Buffy excused herself not even reprimanding him for calling her 'little', and started running the direction of the Vampire.
It was when John Winchester got a really good look at her that he noticed that her looked reminded him of someone, reminded him of his Mary. But that was impossible, wasn't it? It was then that his cell phone rang, he's son Dean on the other end. Seeing the girl take care of the Vampire, John left the cemetery. He wouldn't return to the cemetery until a year from then as he had done so year after year. But now, something was nagging at him about this slip of a girl and a possible connection to his daughter.
TBC
