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This fic has elements unique to both the tv series and the movie for BTVS, as well as elements from the Season 8 and beyond comics.
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Mya had faced demons trying to end the world in fire and misery. They were as tall as redwoods, muscled out as if on steroids, hellfire in their eyes, and teeth aching to rip into her flesh. Their claws ready to slice through her bone as if she were Jell-O, and hell-bent on destroying humanity's hold on the realm; trying to usher in a second age of demons.
She dared them to come at her.
She had fought the Apocalypse, one of many, with nary a hint of sweat.
But her first foray into school in years had her heart fluttering out of beat and a nervous twist to her stomach.
Mya Daniels, known as Mya Smith to the school, was overwhelmed as her Watcher turned fake single parent talked with Beacon Hill's Dean of Students and she sat quietly only listening with half an ear. They were squaring away her enrollment and other logistics of entering the school mid fall-semester.
The young Slayer wished the Organization had Beacon Hills on their radar sooner, that way she could have at least started at the beginning of the year; where she might have had a chance to make friends with any other new kids, if there were any, starting their junior year. But for whatever reason, no psychic on their payroll had been tipped off of any supernatural phenomenon. It wasn't until there was a blatant occult ritualistic sacrifice that finally caught their attention; thanks to their connections in the FBI. Once they sent an initial Watcher to investigate did they deem the small Northern California suburb worthy of further consideration. She didn't understand how a little no name town was able to have so many "animal maulings" without them knowing about it. Blaming strange attacks on animals was usually their first clue that something was going on.
It was never a cougar, wolf, bobcat, or boating accident.
So that's how she found herself looking every bit the sullen teen resentful of moving to a new place, and having to start again. It wasn't that she hated going out on undercover assignments. She thought it rather James Bond to do so, but she did hate having to re-enroll in high school. She had busted her ass last year to earn her G.E.D. so she wouldn't ever have to deal with the class room again. She wasn't one for sitting still for eight hours a day when she could be doing something useful like beheading a Rhodesian Mountain Troll or dusting vamps. She was a Slayer, part of the perks of being part of the Organization was that she could kick ass and save the world twenty four/seven. With being undercover, and part of that being a student, she had to split her time which was something she truly felt was unnecessary. She might have been seventeen, but she was certain she could pull off at least eighteen or even early twenties. Her other assignments she had done just that, even playing the part of high school drop-out; anything to avoid having to trudge the halls of secondary education.
But unfortunately for her, not only were the victims in high school, every incident seemed to be centered around BHHS.
She was thankful that her Watcher had enrolled her in mostly bullshit classes; her schedule consisted mostly of various physical education electives and the bare core classes she was allowed to get away with. When she perused the timetable, she was happy to see many of the classes where she'd actually have to pay attention to, she could turn in previous work she had already done during homeschooling sessions with other Slayers who were not too keen to join mainstream high school. Even if she did have any classes that would require her attention, she didn't think they'd be there long enough to cause concern if she failed all her classes. At least she very well hoped not.
The closest big city was San Francisco, and that was several hours south of them. Mya could do some real hunting on the weekends with the Slayer cell situated in Golden Gate city, but she didn't think her Watcher would allow her to do so.
Although Beacon Hills was experiencing a serial killer that used what looked like occult ritual sacrifice, and she could sense the magic in the air, so far they hadn't come across anything. She was starting to suspect that despite the pulsating innate power of the town even demons thought it too boring to even bother.
The meeting wrapped up, and the cordial secretary told her good luck on her first day of school the next day as they left.
All Mya could do was give a tight smile, trying to be polite, and nod her thanks.
There was woman in the administrative sitting room, patiently waiting for the principal to speak with her. Mya and her Watcher didn't acknowledge the other woman, part of their cover being that they didn't know each other.
Mya was jealous of Sarah, her older sister Slayer who was fortunate enough to be one of the first called when Willow activated all the Potentials. As a senior Slayer, she was entitled to her own apartment and more freedom. The other Slayer was also old enough that she couldn't pull off attending high school as a student. She could, however, apply for a job as a fill in substitute on the fly, and do various physical education classes.
Guess who was going to be Mya's teacher for the majority of the day?
It was also a great help that a cousin of Sarah's, he was the economics teacher if she remember correctly, was more than willing to give the elder Slayer a glowing recommendation. Although he thought his favorite cousin was above teaching the "filthy cretins" of Beacon Hills High with her certifications in every popular exercise program from Pilates to Yoga, and thought she'd do better in a big city gym franchise, he wasn't about to pass up the opportunity for a well decorated fitness instructor to help whip his lacrosse and track teams into shape.
A couple days later.
Mya found herself sitting in the cafeteria alone, and wondering how she was going to attack the problem of a possibly un-supernatural killer. While the killing was definitely ceremonial, it wouldn't have been the first time the Organization had followed a lead where in the end it turned out it was just an insane human. No actual magic involved. Although unlikely, it was possible that the murder and the slightly magical town could be pure coincidence. That's why they only sent her and one other Slayer with a newbie Watcher instead of one of the more seasoned teams. So she was to keep her head low, and keep an ear out. Make her way through the school, and see if anything else jumped out at her.
Such as the creepy twins that just walked in. Even if she didn't have Slayer senses, there was definitely something off about the two boys who were also new to Beacon Hills. From casual gossip of those who were polite enough to the new girl but not willing to befriend her just yet, she knew that the twins were also transfers but mostly kept to themselves. One of them was gay and caught the eye of Danny Mahealani, one of the most popular boys in school, and also on the lacrosse team now track. That was about all anyone could say about the two. No one seemed to care enough to dig deeper and wonder where the hell the twins came from, or why they were in town. Even the Slayer Organization went through the trouble to create a back story for her, but no one seemed to see beyond who was fucking who.
Although she had to admit that both Twin1 and Danny were distractingly attractive, so perhaps she'd give a pass to her fellow students for not being able to see past the homoerotic picture the two painted.
So with her iPod on, and a sufficient "Do not fucking disturb me" aura, she wrote in her notebook her first possible suspects; and other odd things that went on in the school.
Such as the two students who had been missing for three months. Plenty of kids ran away, and it was rumored that Erica Reyes and Vernon "Boyd" Boyd had a thing going on. Most wrote it off as a Romeo and Juliet type of deal. The rumor being that Erica's parents didn't approve of her choice of lover for racist reasons. The blonde had also gone under some kind of major transformation as well, going from frumpy seizure chick to hottie wrapped in leather and a new found D cup.
Possible crossroads demon deal?
Mya wrote into her notebook, listing out the possibilities. Although in the wrong hands her notes could be rather damaging she knew a) no one cared and b) her thoughts were all over the place and random that she was certain if someone were to find it they'd cry "crazy schizoid" rather than assume she was a Vampire Slayer.
Vampire Slayer was always the last thing on their mind, if it ever made it that far. The Organization had made sure of that.
Lunchtime seemed to take forever when she didn't have anybody to talk to, and only her thoughts to keep her occupied. She found her mind wandering,
"I don't understand how no one is completely riveted by me," she thought to herself as she mindlessly doodled. "I mean, even if I wasn't a Slayer I'm a New Girl. Meaning that with ever new person that joins a school, the possibility of refreshing shenanigans is increased tenfold. TV tells us so and it is known. I mean, take any movie or TV; there's always a new person entering the scene to drive the movie forward: Stephan from Vampire Diaries, Bill from Trueblood, Bella from Twilight. Hell even in real life. From the stories Andrew has told us, Buffy was a new girl in Sunnydale and she changed the lives of Ms. Rosenburg and Mr. Harris. New people are always the catalyst for crazy adventures. I should be crawling with new friends. At the very least I should get an overexcited sidekick no one believes grilling me and being distrustful."
Across the cafeteria…
"I don't trust the new girl," Stiles Stilinski said conspiratorially to his best friend Scott and sort of friend Alison Argent.
"Why?" the werewolf asked, not sure if he could take another thing going wrong on top of: Boyd and Erica still missing, Alpha pack, and the possibility of a crazed serial killer ritually killing the student populous.
"You can't trust new people, no offence Alison. They are the bane of every teenagers' existence. Watch any teen movie, they all start with the arrival of a new person, and it never leads to anything good. Again, no offense Alison but the day you arrived our lives kind of went to hell."
"I don't see how anyone could be offended by that," the girl in question answered sarcastically.
"Stiles, don't blame this all on Alison. My life went to hell the day before she came to school…actually wasn't it you who suggested we go looking for a dead body?"
Stiles realized that he was caught and technically, emphasis on technically, it was his fault that his best friend was in the woods that fateful night, but it wasn't his fault that Peter Hale decided to make one of two obviously stupid teenagers into a werewolf. Scott had a rather fragile ego so he didn't want to point out that Peter had arbitrarily chosen Scott, and it could have just as easily been him. Then again perhaps it was fate that made his best friend into a werewolf. Things certainly would have been a lot worse if he was the werewolf and Scott the sidekick. His ADHD probably would have gotten worse and not better, as Erica's epilepsy had all but disappeared, and Scott would not have ever figured out werewolf nor be as helpful. Stiles was absolutely positive that Scott would not have survived without him, and if he depended on Scott then he would have been dead a long time ago.
Although sometimes he wondered if the added sexual allure werewolves enjoyed would have helped him any with Lydia. Even with Jackson gone, the strawberry blonde didn't notice him as a sexual option, but he would never lose hope.
"Anyway," he went on as if Scott hadn't said anything. "My point is that I find it highly suspicious that some girl that transferred here mid-high school career after a body was found, and we're having all this trouble."
Although in the past Stiles' instincts have been spot on, Scott couldn't help but think his friend was over reacting.
"Maybe her parents got a new job," he offered a perfectly logical explanation.
"Yeah, I mean I transferred to a lot of school mid-year because of my dad's job…which turned out to be werewolf hunting," Alison offered but realized that she wasn't helping her ex.
"Thank you for proving my point Alison. And in this recession? If you have trouble finding work you don't go to a suburb in the middle of nowhere. You move to a big city like San Francisco."
"Are you serious? The cost of living is crazy there. My dad ranted about it for months before he settled on coming to Beacon Hills. The houses here are a steal," Alison countered.
"Yeah, various 'animal maulings', a housing crash, and several deaths by Kanima do wonders for a sellers market," Stiles commented sarcastically.
"I miss the days we would plan the next big party or group date," Lydia said honestly as she couldn't believe her new life revolved around possible psychotic teens who killed werewolves and Alpha packs. She missed the days when her biggest concern was that she had used up her clothing allowance, and she had to decide between getting a Fendi or Chanel bag. Now it was all mindlessly walking to where a horrible death occurred and not knowing how she got there or why she was attracted to such horrible places.
"Sorry," she said flippantly when she noticed they were surprised by her input. "Please do go on about being paranoid about the new girl. I'm sure she's harboring a deep dark secret about her past."
"I'm just saying that we should be on the lookout for her. So far the new people have consisted of the Wonder Twin transformer goons, and a teacher that simultaneously turns me on and creeps me out."
Scott was used to Stiles' neurotic and non-sequitor behavior, and merely nodded his head and shrugged his shoulders. Sure he'll check out the new girl, it's not like he could have too many suspects on insane killings.
After school she went to the edge of town, barely within the district lines of Beacon Hills, and somewhere in the woods. Her Watcher had rented a newly built house in a development that started just before the housing crisis. There should have been several more built but the construction company had gone under, and no one bought any lots in several years. It was just as well, because from what they heard there were many protests about the site anyway as it was next to conservation land.
There was only one other house in the area, but had burnt down six years ago; at least that was what the students told her. They said it used to be owned by the prominent but secluded Hales, and the fire had wiped the majority of the family out. There were only three survivors. Peter, who had been in a catatonic state, but had left the nursing home. Most speculated that his surviving family had moved him since Laura Hale, his niece, had passed the year before. There was only Derek who was left, and he was a person of interest in his sister's murder. As well as several other crimes in the area.
Derek Hale was talked about as if he were an urban legend; everyone seemed to know something about him but nothing solid, and apparently he had a weird habit of hanging around the school. She had heard the names Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski mentioned several times. They were best friends since anyone could remember; the type Disney shows talked about being inseparable and nothing could come between. Both seemed to be at the center of the strange things that was happening around the town recently. Most brushed the two outcasts off as the latter was the son of the local Sheriff. They reasoned Stiles always had the heads up of where the most interesting crime was being committed and wanted to be the first to be able to talk about it. Others weren't so sure. They said the two spent an inordinate amount of time around the Hale scion, more than a few other students speculated the type of relationship that was going on. Some said Derek was Stiles' cousin while others accused the older male of being their pimp.
She basically had nothing, but a lead was a lead. She'd let her Watcher know, and work their Slayer Organization magic.
After several hours of punishing training by Sarah, who hated being employed in high school as much as Mya hated attending. The elder Slayer vented her rage onto the younger one, Mya actually felt sore; a first since she was called. She knew the feeling would fade in little under half an hour, but she did wish Sarah wouldn't ride her so hard. Especially given there was literally nothing for them to hunt in the small town.
That didn't mean they wouldn't go on their nightly patrols, but so far they haven't run into anything. There was only one cemetery in a three town radius, so unlike Sunnydale with several and more churches than any one Starbuck town ought to have, there wasn't anything for them to do but solely focus on their current case.
"Well your lead on Derek panned out. He's definitely something," Lucy, their Watcher commented when they came into the dining room, their makeshift war room, after washing up. Several mug shots of the man in question, all with inhuman glowing eyes staring at them.
"What is he?" Sarah asked, curious to know how in the hell he could have been stupid enough to be caught, and how no one thought to question what was going on. Again, cursing how they could have missed such an obvious case of supernatural activity. How many lives could they have saved if they were there even six month beforehand?
"My best guess is some sort of shapeshifter. Possibly feline if all the accusations of 'mountain lion' mauling is anything to go by. The Hale house is a couple miles from here, I want you two to check it out. If nothing there, then he has a loft downtown."
"Can't we just scry for him?" Sarah asked, thinking of a more time saving and effective solution.
"You know how to do magic?" Mya countered and surprised the elder Slayer would resort to magic so quickly for a simple recon job.
"No, I'm shit at it. You hang out with the Jedi, didn't you pick anything up?" Sarah asked hopefully, she'd rather get this job over quickly. She was not made for suburbia.
Sarah was referring to their Elite cell of Slayers that excelled in both combat and magic. Neither she nor Mya could even get considered for joining.
"I hang out with Nemesis sometimes, but that's about it. And no, magic usually isn't the topic of conversation," Mya alluded to her friend's notorious hedonistic lifestyle that was well known throughout the Organization and spanned globally.
Sarah rolled her eyes at the mention of the magically inclined Slayer. Not one of Nemesis' biggest fans and she made no secret of it.
Mya ignored the older Slayer, used to the effect Nemesis had on people.
"Besides, like you said; we're shit at magic. Even if I did talk about it, I wouldn't attempt it. I leave that to people who actually know their ass from their elbow when it comes to the arcane."
"You have all those rune tattoos that make it so no one can find you…which is really annoying by the way when I need to see you during school," Sarah countered.
"Good, that means bad guys can't find me either. And they were done by a professional magic user. Hence why I didn't do it myself, and paid a pretty penny to do so." Her hand instinctual running over the runes that had taken several painstaking hours to etch into her skin, and ran along her abdomen. It was one of several layers of security she set upon herself to remain out of sight of those who would wish to do her harm.
"Enough. Let's try good ol' fashioned Slayer work before we bring magic into things. You know how they don't like us using unnecessarily…" Lucy broke the bickering up and started to say.
"Yes, yes. Magic is addicting blah blah blah," Sarah brushed off her Watcher, having heard the lecture over a million times. She didn't live through the whole Buffy's-ex-is-Twilight debacle, and the whole time bending/memory altering cluster fuck in order to restore magic to the Earth that followed to hear again why messing with magic was a bad idea.
She knew more than anyone that using magic was not the panacea most thought it was, but she also didn't see the harm in a harmless tool like scrying.
That whole mess was before Mya's time so she was a bit more patient with the no magic lecture, and was actually very much in agreement. Magic could be a powerful tool in aiding them, but more often than not it caused more trouble than it helped. Other than a few tattoos and healing spells, she steered clear of magic, and would rather kick ass the old fashioned way.
"You hear anything else about Derek?" Lucy asked Mya. Although the young Slayer had told her everything when she got home, there was always the possibility she forgot something.
"Family died in a fire. Hangs around two kids, Scott and Stiles. I haven't seen them yet, but I'll be on the lookout. There are these twins, new kids too; started Major Grady girls creep factor to them," she reiterated.
Lucy had a confused look on her face that told Mya that her Watcher didn't understand the reference, and thought to herself that they needed to watch the classics sometime in the near future.
"All work and no play make Lucy a dull girl…"
The Watcher and Sarah were further perplexed when the younger Slayer giggled to herself seemingly for no reason.
A/N: Yes, why finish my several other fics when I can start a new one?! Writer's ADHD I call it, I can't help but write about what is buzzing around in my mind and recently it's been Teen Wolf. So this is my new insanity, hope everyone likes it.
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