Freedom Fighter
Disclaimer: This is a piece of fiction purely from my imagination. I am not in connection with Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Fox or any other organization concerning the television show "Buffy the Vampire Slayer". And any music lyrics that may show up are also not mine, and I always give credit to the artist the lyrics belong to. This is also my fictional story, so please don't steal it.
Author's Note: You may come across descrepencies in this story that do not exactly go along with the plot of "Buffy"--meaning I may, for my own story's sake, twist some of the "facts" that have been established in "Buffy". Also, for the record, this story takes place after Buffy jumped into the mouth of hell that the god Glory opened up with "The Key" aka Buffy's sister Dawn. In this story, Buffy, Dawn, and their mother Joyce are alive and well. Angel is still missing after having left Sunnydale when the mayor turned all demony and tried to eat the entire town. Giles is still the owner of his magic shop--for this story, he did not leave Sunnydale after Buffy's death. The Scooby gang, minus Cordelia and adding Oz, are still present and ever-ready to help Buffy in times of crisis, and Spike is also still around, trying to be the badass he thinks he is. Spike, just like in the show, is slowly getting used to the "no feeding on, biting, mauling, or mutilating humans" policy, thanks to the chip in his head. For the sake of this story, Willow and Tara were never together, just good friends. Meaning Willow and Tara were never lesbians, and Oz is still Willow's boyfriend. This is not strictly a Buffy fic, which means that there will be a few new characters who are products of my own overactive imagination and who will hopefully give the story some VERY interesting twists and some new turns to the "Buffy" plot.
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Chapter 1
"Buffy, are you coming?"
"Yeah, hold on a minute Dawn!" Buffy yelled from her upstairs bedroom. She quickly ran over to her dresser and grabbed her purse before hurrying downstairs. She ran into the kitchen, took her books off the counter, and continued to hurry out to the garage. Dawn only stared at her erratic sister then turned back to her half-eaten cereal.
"Dawn, let's go!"
Dawn jumped off her stool and put her hands on her hips contemptuously. "I'm the one who was ready to leave ten minutes ago, you were the one running around like a chicken with her head cut off, and NOW you want to leave? Fine." Dawn sat back on the stool. "But after I finish my cereal."
Buffy stomped over to her sister and took the bowl of cereal over to the sink, dumping it with a slight smile. "Looks like you just finished your cereal, and now you're ready to leave. Okay?"
Dawn returned the smile and grabbed her bookbag off the floor. "If I'm late to school-"
"It's your fault." Buffy drug her sister out the door and into the car. Ten minutes and about twenty miles over the speed limit later, Buffy dropped Dawn off at school and then sped her way to college for her first class.
With all her heart, Buffy was praying that this week at college would be better than last week. Two students had been killed by vampires who had a really bad habit of appearing to kill and then disappearing just as fast, but then selfishly forgetting to wait on her. Cowards. But frankly, Buffy didn't like the fact that these mysterious vamps didn't want to stay for the afterparty that she and Mr. Pointy hosted. Giles was still working on pulling up something on these vamps, with only a small amount of information Buffy had to give him. She had only caught glimpses of the vampires, and it was always a minute too late, because they had already fed and then fled when they saw Buffy coming. She had only ever seen three of them, but they were dressed very not vampire-like. Bright colors, funky 60s or 70s style with the most God-awful fur trimming. There were drag queens with better wardrobes than these hit-and-run vamps. Buffy made a mental note to herself to check in with Giles later as she settled down in her seat for her psychology class. Buffy didn't understand why psychology was a required class for college freshmen--a class in vampire and demon psychology with a second course in understanding how to destroy evil altoghether would be much more helpful. The next two hours droned on as Buffy only half-heard what Professor Phillips was saying about a person's state of mind and their level of consciousness, and on and on. What she did notice was that one of the empty seats left by the two deceased students was now filled by a girl Buffy hadn't seen on campus before.
"Do you know who that is?" Buffy whispered to nearby Willow.
"Who?" Willow accented her question with raised eyebrows.
Buffy nodded in the new girl's direction. "The blonde sitting up front."
Willow shrugged. "I just know she's in the seat Tom used to sit in."
Buffy glared at her friend. "I already feel guilty enough for not being able to save him, so lay off the guilt trip now Wil. I swear no one else is going to die at the hands of those fashion flub vamps. I'm just hoping Giles has found something on them, so that I know what I'm up against. These vamps aren't normal ones."
"Yeah, more like big chickens in bad clothes, right Buffy?" Willow whispered a little too loudly.
"Miss Rosenburg, is there something important that you need to share with the class or did you just feel like interrupting my class for a reason?"
Willow stared wide-eyed at the professor and blushed. "I'm sorry, Professor Phillips. I didn't mean to interrupt."
"Good. And I can assume it won't happen again?" Willow nodded and the professor scowled at her and then closed his book. "Before I dismiss you, make sure you all read chapters four and five and be ready to answer any questions on those chapters for Wednesday. Class is dismissed."
Buffy and Willow stood up and made their way to the door when Buffy was pushed from behind. She stumbled and then turned around to see the new girl trying to gather the stuff she had dropped when she ran into Buffy.
The new girl looked up as Buffy bent down to help her and gave an embarrassed smile. "I'm so sorry. Clumsy me tripped over my own feet and I'm sorry if I hurt you-"
Buffy waved a hand at her and smiled. "It's really okay. You didn't hurt me." Buffy handed the girl her books. "Are you new? I haven't seen you around before."
The girl nodded. "Yeah. Just moved here a few days ago from Michigan. I'm Geia."
Willow spoke up from behind Buffy. "Well welcome to Sunnydale Geia. I'm Willow and this is Buffy."
Buffy saw Geia's smile slightly fade and moved to reassure her that they were only trying to be friendly. "What class do you have next Geia, cause me and Willow don't have another class until one. Maybe you'd like to hang out and we could show you around Sunnydale?"
The smile reappeared on Geia's face. "My next class is at one too. English 2. And I'd really like it if I could hang out with you guys. I haven't really met anyone yet."
Willow and Buffy glanced at each other before Willow looked back at Geia. "Well now you have two new friends who happen to have Psychology and English 2 with you."
The three walked out to Buffy's car and sped off to give Geia the once-over of Sunnydale, with a stop at The Magic Box so Buffy could get the latest from Giles while Willow distracted Geia. Geia didn't need to know that she had just moved to the Hellmouth and that every time she went out at night she had the chance of become vampire food, a chance that Buffy planned on making as minimal as possible. **^^**^^**^^**^^**^^**^^**^^**^^**^^**^^**^^**^^**^^**^^**^^**^^**^^**
"So what is this place again Willow?"
"It's a magic shop. Our friend Giles runs it. He used to be the librarian for Sunnydale High School, and now he owns and runs this magic shop."
Geia gave Buffy a puzzled look. "Why did he quit being the librarian at the high school?"
Buffy threw Willow a "we can't tell her the truth so make something up" look and Willow was quick to respond. "Giles decided that he had seen enough books in his lifetime, and magic was always a hobby of his, so he decided to open a magic shop and see if he could be a successful small business owner."
Geia nodded thoughtfully. "Oh. Well it makes sense to me."
"Yeah, Giles is just one of those make sense kinda guys." Buffy ushered them inside the store and spoke loudly to let Giles know she was there and that she and Willow weren't alone. "Why don't you take Geia over to the shelf with all those neat things like....chicken's feet while I go say hi to Giles and see if my order is in, Willow?"
Willow nodded and led Geia over the shelves on the other side of the store to keep her distracted. Once Buffy was satisfied that Willow had Geia's attention, she walked to the back of the store. Giles came around the corner at the same time Buffy did and they smacked into each other.
"Ow" Buffy wined. "I always knew you to be the hard-headed type, but I always thought of it in the figuartive way. You know, stubborn, but....ouch."
Giles held onto her arm with one hand to steady her and rubbed his forehead with the other. "Well, good morning to you also Buffy. There was no need to yell-I was just in the back."
Buffy jerked her head in the direction of Willow and Geia, who were hid from Giles' view by the wall. "Me and Willow are showing this new girl, Geia, around town, but I wanted to stop here to get the latest from you without making Geia suspicious."
Giles took a quick glance around the corner before nodding absentmindely. "Well, I'm afraid you have more to worry about than someone finding out who you are." He led her over to a table covered in books, both open and closed. "Here," Giles said, pointing to a page in the open book on top of the pile. "These vampires were originally from the Revolutionary War."
Buffy leaned down to inspect the sketchy picture before giving Giles a skeptical look. "And that explains the not Revolutionary War clothing."
Giles held a hand up. "I wasn't finished. These vampires sided with the revolutionists in the war, and fed off any Loyalists or British soldiers they came across. Over the centuries, they have traveled the world, helping in rebellions and feeding off of and killing all opposition to their cause."
Buffy nodded but was still puzzled. "Okay, so all vampires don't want to suck the world into the nineth gate of Hell. I guess Spike isn't alone."
That provoked a slight smile from Giles. "I suppose not. But I now understand their choice of clothing from what you told me--they were Vietnam War protestors who reveled in the clothing of that time. Peace, love, and that sort of thing."
"And they're in Sunnydale because of the Hellmouth?"
Giles shut the book and dust flew. "That may be part of it, but what I find odd is that, from what you've told me, they don't seem to just kill randomly. Their victims, including the two students who were killed last week, seem to be chosen for a reason. I just wish I knew what that reason was."
Buffy glanced around the corner and saw that Willow and Geia had moved from the shelves to the front counter, but Geia was still distracted. "Well, altogether they've killed eight people since they came to this part of California-four in other towns and four here, which include Tom and Biannca. Hopefully I'll run into them while I patrol tonight."
"That would be quite useful, but..." He paused, and then gave Buffy a doubtful look. "I don't suppose you could do me a favor, to benefit our problem, I mean."
She shrugged. "Sure, if it will help me catch these vampires."
"Well, yes, I believe it may." Giles sat down in a nearby chair. "I was just thinking that the Boxer Rebellion was in 1900, and it was reported that these vampires were in China at that time. We know that Spike was also present during the rebellion, and I was hoping you'd be willing to find him and see if he can remember seeing our three protesting vampires. Perhaps he'll be able to shed some light on our case."
Buffy snorted in contempt. "Or maybe I'll be lucky enough to find him doing something he shouldn't be, like taking in his next meal, and then I'll just have to stake him. Wouldn't that be nice."
Giles shot her a disapproving look. "As much as you may not like it, Spike is essentially on our side, though he doesn't always act like it. And he although may not be the most responsible...being, he has been there when we need him."
Buffy knew what Giles had said was true, but that didn't mean she had to like Spike. "Fine. I guess I get go talk to my favorite undead person. I'll stop by his place after patrolling." She started to head past the corner, but stopped. "You should probably come out here with me and introduce yourself. It might make you look rude, Giles. And if you need me after patrolling, I'll be at the Bronze. Okay?"
Giles nodded and got up from his chair. The two walked around the corner and over to Willow and Geia. Giles stepped forward and extended his hand to Geia. "I don't believe we've met. I'm Rupert Giles, a friend of Buffy and Willow."
Geia accepted his hand and smiled. "So I've been told. I'm Geia. Buffy and Willow were kind enough to show me around Sunnydale, seeing as how I just moved here."
Giles only nodded. He was one to look people in the eye when he spoke to them, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from her dark green ones. The moment was broken when Buffy pulled Willow and Geia to the door. "Well, we have to go. Gotta get back to class and all that. Just call me if my order gets in."
The door slammed behind them and Giles shook his head at Buffy's bad cover-up. He moved behind the counter as a customer came in. He was sure Buffy would look out for Geia, and that they would figure out who these mystery vampires were. Welcome to Sunnydale and another day in the Hellmouth.
Disclaimer: This is a piece of fiction purely from my imagination. I am not in connection with Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Fox or any other organization concerning the television show "Buffy the Vampire Slayer". And any music lyrics that may show up are also not mine, and I always give credit to the artist the lyrics belong to. This is also my fictional story, so please don't steal it.
Author's Note: You may come across descrepencies in this story that do not exactly go along with the plot of "Buffy"--meaning I may, for my own story's sake, twist some of the "facts" that have been established in "Buffy". Also, for the record, this story takes place after Buffy jumped into the mouth of hell that the god Glory opened up with "The Key" aka Buffy's sister Dawn. In this story, Buffy, Dawn, and their mother Joyce are alive and well. Angel is still missing after having left Sunnydale when the mayor turned all demony and tried to eat the entire town. Giles is still the owner of his magic shop--for this story, he did not leave Sunnydale after Buffy's death. The Scooby gang, minus Cordelia and adding Oz, are still present and ever-ready to help Buffy in times of crisis, and Spike is also still around, trying to be the badass he thinks he is. Spike, just like in the show, is slowly getting used to the "no feeding on, biting, mauling, or mutilating humans" policy, thanks to the chip in his head. For the sake of this story, Willow and Tara were never together, just good friends. Meaning Willow and Tara were never lesbians, and Oz is still Willow's boyfriend. This is not strictly a Buffy fic, which means that there will be a few new characters who are products of my own overactive imagination and who will hopefully give the story some VERY interesting twists and some new turns to the "Buffy" plot.
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Chapter 1
"Buffy, are you coming?"
"Yeah, hold on a minute Dawn!" Buffy yelled from her upstairs bedroom. She quickly ran over to her dresser and grabbed her purse before hurrying downstairs. She ran into the kitchen, took her books off the counter, and continued to hurry out to the garage. Dawn only stared at her erratic sister then turned back to her half-eaten cereal.
"Dawn, let's go!"
Dawn jumped off her stool and put her hands on her hips contemptuously. "I'm the one who was ready to leave ten minutes ago, you were the one running around like a chicken with her head cut off, and NOW you want to leave? Fine." Dawn sat back on the stool. "But after I finish my cereal."
Buffy stomped over to her sister and took the bowl of cereal over to the sink, dumping it with a slight smile. "Looks like you just finished your cereal, and now you're ready to leave. Okay?"
Dawn returned the smile and grabbed her bookbag off the floor. "If I'm late to school-"
"It's your fault." Buffy drug her sister out the door and into the car. Ten minutes and about twenty miles over the speed limit later, Buffy dropped Dawn off at school and then sped her way to college for her first class.
With all her heart, Buffy was praying that this week at college would be better than last week. Two students had been killed by vampires who had a really bad habit of appearing to kill and then disappearing just as fast, but then selfishly forgetting to wait on her. Cowards. But frankly, Buffy didn't like the fact that these mysterious vamps didn't want to stay for the afterparty that she and Mr. Pointy hosted. Giles was still working on pulling up something on these vamps, with only a small amount of information Buffy had to give him. She had only caught glimpses of the vampires, and it was always a minute too late, because they had already fed and then fled when they saw Buffy coming. She had only ever seen three of them, but they were dressed very not vampire-like. Bright colors, funky 60s or 70s style with the most God-awful fur trimming. There were drag queens with better wardrobes than these hit-and-run vamps. Buffy made a mental note to herself to check in with Giles later as she settled down in her seat for her psychology class. Buffy didn't understand why psychology was a required class for college freshmen--a class in vampire and demon psychology with a second course in understanding how to destroy evil altoghether would be much more helpful. The next two hours droned on as Buffy only half-heard what Professor Phillips was saying about a person's state of mind and their level of consciousness, and on and on. What she did notice was that one of the empty seats left by the two deceased students was now filled by a girl Buffy hadn't seen on campus before.
"Do you know who that is?" Buffy whispered to nearby Willow.
"Who?" Willow accented her question with raised eyebrows.
Buffy nodded in the new girl's direction. "The blonde sitting up front."
Willow shrugged. "I just know she's in the seat Tom used to sit in."
Buffy glared at her friend. "I already feel guilty enough for not being able to save him, so lay off the guilt trip now Wil. I swear no one else is going to die at the hands of those fashion flub vamps. I'm just hoping Giles has found something on them, so that I know what I'm up against. These vamps aren't normal ones."
"Yeah, more like big chickens in bad clothes, right Buffy?" Willow whispered a little too loudly.
"Miss Rosenburg, is there something important that you need to share with the class or did you just feel like interrupting my class for a reason?"
Willow stared wide-eyed at the professor and blushed. "I'm sorry, Professor Phillips. I didn't mean to interrupt."
"Good. And I can assume it won't happen again?" Willow nodded and the professor scowled at her and then closed his book. "Before I dismiss you, make sure you all read chapters four and five and be ready to answer any questions on those chapters for Wednesday. Class is dismissed."
Buffy and Willow stood up and made their way to the door when Buffy was pushed from behind. She stumbled and then turned around to see the new girl trying to gather the stuff she had dropped when she ran into Buffy.
The new girl looked up as Buffy bent down to help her and gave an embarrassed smile. "I'm so sorry. Clumsy me tripped over my own feet and I'm sorry if I hurt you-"
Buffy waved a hand at her and smiled. "It's really okay. You didn't hurt me." Buffy handed the girl her books. "Are you new? I haven't seen you around before."
The girl nodded. "Yeah. Just moved here a few days ago from Michigan. I'm Geia."
Willow spoke up from behind Buffy. "Well welcome to Sunnydale Geia. I'm Willow and this is Buffy."
Buffy saw Geia's smile slightly fade and moved to reassure her that they were only trying to be friendly. "What class do you have next Geia, cause me and Willow don't have another class until one. Maybe you'd like to hang out and we could show you around Sunnydale?"
The smile reappeared on Geia's face. "My next class is at one too. English 2. And I'd really like it if I could hang out with you guys. I haven't really met anyone yet."
Willow and Buffy glanced at each other before Willow looked back at Geia. "Well now you have two new friends who happen to have Psychology and English 2 with you."
The three walked out to Buffy's car and sped off to give Geia the once-over of Sunnydale, with a stop at The Magic Box so Buffy could get the latest from Giles while Willow distracted Geia. Geia didn't need to know that she had just moved to the Hellmouth and that every time she went out at night she had the chance of become vampire food, a chance that Buffy planned on making as minimal as possible. **^^**^^**^^**^^**^^**^^**^^**^^**^^**^^**^^**^^**^^**^^**^^**^^**^^**
"So what is this place again Willow?"
"It's a magic shop. Our friend Giles runs it. He used to be the librarian for Sunnydale High School, and now he owns and runs this magic shop."
Geia gave Buffy a puzzled look. "Why did he quit being the librarian at the high school?"
Buffy threw Willow a "we can't tell her the truth so make something up" look and Willow was quick to respond. "Giles decided that he had seen enough books in his lifetime, and magic was always a hobby of his, so he decided to open a magic shop and see if he could be a successful small business owner."
Geia nodded thoughtfully. "Oh. Well it makes sense to me."
"Yeah, Giles is just one of those make sense kinda guys." Buffy ushered them inside the store and spoke loudly to let Giles know she was there and that she and Willow weren't alone. "Why don't you take Geia over to the shelf with all those neat things like....chicken's feet while I go say hi to Giles and see if my order is in, Willow?"
Willow nodded and led Geia over the shelves on the other side of the store to keep her distracted. Once Buffy was satisfied that Willow had Geia's attention, she walked to the back of the store. Giles came around the corner at the same time Buffy did and they smacked into each other.
"Ow" Buffy wined. "I always knew you to be the hard-headed type, but I always thought of it in the figuartive way. You know, stubborn, but....ouch."
Giles held onto her arm with one hand to steady her and rubbed his forehead with the other. "Well, good morning to you also Buffy. There was no need to yell-I was just in the back."
Buffy jerked her head in the direction of Willow and Geia, who were hid from Giles' view by the wall. "Me and Willow are showing this new girl, Geia, around town, but I wanted to stop here to get the latest from you without making Geia suspicious."
Giles took a quick glance around the corner before nodding absentmindely. "Well, I'm afraid you have more to worry about than someone finding out who you are." He led her over to a table covered in books, both open and closed. "Here," Giles said, pointing to a page in the open book on top of the pile. "These vampires were originally from the Revolutionary War."
Buffy leaned down to inspect the sketchy picture before giving Giles a skeptical look. "And that explains the not Revolutionary War clothing."
Giles held a hand up. "I wasn't finished. These vampires sided with the revolutionists in the war, and fed off any Loyalists or British soldiers they came across. Over the centuries, they have traveled the world, helping in rebellions and feeding off of and killing all opposition to their cause."
Buffy nodded but was still puzzled. "Okay, so all vampires don't want to suck the world into the nineth gate of Hell. I guess Spike isn't alone."
That provoked a slight smile from Giles. "I suppose not. But I now understand their choice of clothing from what you told me--they were Vietnam War protestors who reveled in the clothing of that time. Peace, love, and that sort of thing."
"And they're in Sunnydale because of the Hellmouth?"
Giles shut the book and dust flew. "That may be part of it, but what I find odd is that, from what you've told me, they don't seem to just kill randomly. Their victims, including the two students who were killed last week, seem to be chosen for a reason. I just wish I knew what that reason was."
Buffy glanced around the corner and saw that Willow and Geia had moved from the shelves to the front counter, but Geia was still distracted. "Well, altogether they've killed eight people since they came to this part of California-four in other towns and four here, which include Tom and Biannca. Hopefully I'll run into them while I patrol tonight."
"That would be quite useful, but..." He paused, and then gave Buffy a doubtful look. "I don't suppose you could do me a favor, to benefit our problem, I mean."
She shrugged. "Sure, if it will help me catch these vampires."
"Well, yes, I believe it may." Giles sat down in a nearby chair. "I was just thinking that the Boxer Rebellion was in 1900, and it was reported that these vampires were in China at that time. We know that Spike was also present during the rebellion, and I was hoping you'd be willing to find him and see if he can remember seeing our three protesting vampires. Perhaps he'll be able to shed some light on our case."
Buffy snorted in contempt. "Or maybe I'll be lucky enough to find him doing something he shouldn't be, like taking in his next meal, and then I'll just have to stake him. Wouldn't that be nice."
Giles shot her a disapproving look. "As much as you may not like it, Spike is essentially on our side, though he doesn't always act like it. And he although may not be the most responsible...being, he has been there when we need him."
Buffy knew what Giles had said was true, but that didn't mean she had to like Spike. "Fine. I guess I get go talk to my favorite undead person. I'll stop by his place after patrolling." She started to head past the corner, but stopped. "You should probably come out here with me and introduce yourself. It might make you look rude, Giles. And if you need me after patrolling, I'll be at the Bronze. Okay?"
Giles nodded and got up from his chair. The two walked around the corner and over to Willow and Geia. Giles stepped forward and extended his hand to Geia. "I don't believe we've met. I'm Rupert Giles, a friend of Buffy and Willow."
Geia accepted his hand and smiled. "So I've been told. I'm Geia. Buffy and Willow were kind enough to show me around Sunnydale, seeing as how I just moved here."
Giles only nodded. He was one to look people in the eye when he spoke to them, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from her dark green ones. The moment was broken when Buffy pulled Willow and Geia to the door. "Well, we have to go. Gotta get back to class and all that. Just call me if my order gets in."
The door slammed behind them and Giles shook his head at Buffy's bad cover-up. He moved behind the counter as a customer came in. He was sure Buffy would look out for Geia, and that they would figure out who these mystery vampires were. Welcome to Sunnydale and another day in the Hellmouth.