Hey guys! As promised, here is the first chapter of a fan fic I wrote a few years back. Please be kind and keep in mind that, at the time, this was my very first Buffy fan fic. I wrote it and it takes place during the final season of Buffy. I know the chapters are short, but I still love the little story line here, of Buffy finding out about Conner.
I hope it at least amuses you all, lol!
BTW, reviews make me fell like joining Xander in the snoopy dance!
I do NOT own the characters of Buffy, just the very talented Joss Whedon does.
The sun sets on the outskirts of Sunnydale. A dark figure is seen walking with a slight limp towards the small town. He has with him, a tattered small black backpack that is slung over his shoulder. Its contents, the only few items he owns: a shirt, a pair of pants, a small bottle of holy water, and a wooden stake. He was running away, leaving behind all the aspects of his old life. Leaving behind the people he knew, the woman he loved, and most of all, his father, a man he never could truly relate to.
An hour has passed now, and he is in the middle of town now. He walks alone down the street and sees a cemetery just ahead. As he nears, he notices a young woman with short brown hair, sitting on top of one of the old headstones. She shudders and clutches tightly to her coat as a cool breeze begins to blow. Suddenly, he sees a bush move near her, but because of the breeze, it appears the woman does not notice. He begins to dig in his bag for the stake, as he ran quietly towards her. Suddenly, a person with a disfigured face leaps out from behind the bush, and lunges at the poor girl, and knocking her off her perch. The tombstone now blocks her, and he cannot see her. He quickly gets to her as she stands up and dusts herself off. She has a stake in her right hand.
She turns to him as he walks around and notices a pile of dust where the attacker once was. She is ready to attack. "Who are you?!" she questions in a threatening tone. He does not answer instead he looks her over. "Well, that question wasn't supposed to be tough, shall we try an easier one?" she questions.
"You know how to kill them?" he finally asks in astonishment.
"Who, him?" She points toward the dust. "He, uhh, ran off." She hides the stake behind her back.
"You staked him. Does EVERYONE know how to kill them here?"
"Excuse me?"
"The vampires," he says as he points toward the dust.
"Yeah. Wait, do you?"
He nodded. "My fath…a man I once knew, taught me how. A vampire had killed his entire family. How is it you know how to kill them?"
"Ever hear of the slayer?" He shook his head no. "I'm her, the chosen one. The tale goes that in each generation, one of us is born. Our duty is to kill the vamps, but I kill demons too, it's my life." He nodded his head once again, but his face still showed uncertainty. "I'm Buffy, Buffy Summers," She said as she put away her stake. "And you are?"
He hesitated. "Conner."
"What, no last name?" He shook his head. "Well, 'Conner,' If I were you I'd get home. This place is dangerous. Especially now."
"I don't have one," he said firmly. She turned to look at him. "Not anymore at least. I left. Had to, living there wasn't were I belonged."
She thought for a moment, and then she sighed. "Follow me, you can stay the night, and get some rest."
"But, I…"
"Come on, before I change my mind." He put away his stake, and began to follow her.
