DISCLAIMER
None of these characters were invented by me(big suprise), and I'm not making dime
one off this, it's only done for the enjoyment of myself and others. Please don't sue.
Most character names and places are copyright to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy,
Inc., but this story is copyrighted 2002 LuNaTiC Publishing.
NOTES
I have been a fan of both the 'Buffy' movie and series since their respective beginnings,
and I decided to combine some 'Buffy' story with an element from the anime film
'Vampire Hunter D'. The element is the dampiel, the child of a human and a vampire.
Now, don't go jumping off the deep end when you finish this, thinking 'what the hell is he
doing?' This story has nothing to do with anything else, and it was just damn fun to
write. I like messing with histories that have never been revealed.
SYNOPSIS
It's three months after Buffy and Angel slept together, he's just recently back from
Hell. Let the drama begin.
Buffy the Vampire Slayer:
Might Have Beens and Maybes
Chapter 1 -- Sick Days
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Buffy Summers awoke at 6:45 a.m. and groaned. The awful nausea was just as bad
today as it had been yesterday. And the day before that. Missing two days of school was
bad enough, but three was worse. Shaking her head slightly as she trudged weakly
towards the bathroom, she muttered to herself.
"I am going to be *so* behind...."
As she washed her face off with a warm rag, Buffy studied herself in the mirror. Her
minimalist makeup wasn't there, of course, but the dark circles under her eyes and the
dirty tinge to her long blonde hair made her groan. As she entertained the notion of a
quick shower, she suddenly felt the nausea take hold of her stomach in what seemed to
be a grip of steel, and it was all she could do to get the lid of the toilet lifted before
vomiting. Shuddering, she realized gladly that her hair had fallen to the side, and as
such had been spared a toilet bowl water treatment. Wiping her mouth on a piece of
toilet paper, she stood up slowly and grabbed the bottle of mint mouthwash, taking an
extra large swig and holding it in her mouth for almost a minute before spitting it in the
sink. As she flushed the toilet and made her way back to bed, she caught the scent of
bacon and eggs from the kitchen. The nausea started to rise again, and she turned to
run back to the bathroom.
"Oh, God...."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Joyce Summers was in the kitchen, humming to herself as she prepared her own
breakfast. Buffy probably wouldn't have wanted any, so she failed to take into account
the fact that scent travels. As she put the hot pan in the sink and turned the water on,
the kitchen phone rang, and Joyce went to answer it.
"Hello?"
"Joyce? Oh, good." The cultured baritone of Sunnydale High School librarian/Slayer
Watcher/occult researcher/Buffy's father figure Rupert Giles came over the phone.
"Rupert, hi, how are you? Oh, I'm afraid Buffy won't be in school today, either. Could you
tell Principal Snyder for me?"
"Yes, yes, whatever. Look, Joyce, I need you to do me a favor." Joyce began to realize
something was up. Giles' words were more clipped than usual, and he hadn't even
cared that Buffy wasn't coming to school. "Get Buffy up, shove some medicine down
her throat, do whatever it takes, but get her to this address as soon as possible. It is a
very serious matter."
Joyce blinked a few times before responding. "Um....okay, let me get a pen...." She
rooted around the kitchen for a moment before finding a pen and her grocery notepad
and writing down the unfamiliar address Giles gave her. "Rupert....what's this about?"
"As I said, it's very serious, and I don't want to go into it more than once. Please, Joyce,
get Buffy out of bed this instant. We'll be waiting." He then hung up the phone before
Joyce could even ask 'who's we?'. Puzzled, Joyce hung up her phone and went
upstairs.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
"Buffy?" Joyce's light alto penetrated the closed bathroom door.
"Yeah, mom. What?" Buffy got up from hugging the toilet again and stood even more
slowly than before. Flushing with one hand, she opened the door with the other.
"I just got a call from Rupert....um, I mean, Mr. Giles. He was very insistent that you and
I meet him soon at this address." Joyce handed Buffy the paper, and watched in
confusion as her daughter's eyes got wide. "Buffy....do you recognize that address?"
Buffy looked up, concern etched on her features. "Yeah, it's--it's Angel's mansion. Giles
said to meet him there?"
Joyce nodded. "He said to get there as soon as possible. That it was very serious."
A sudden terror gripped Buffy's throat, and she pushed past her mother to her bedroom.
As Joyce watched, the wan seventeen-year old grabbed a pair of panties, socks, and a
bra from her dresser, and a pair of blue jeans and a shirt from her closet.
"Mom, go get your keys! Hurry!" Buffy shut the door in her mother's face, and a
not-so-slightly confused Joyce went and got her purse and keychain, and changed from
her pajama top into a sweatshirt. Walking back down the hall, she was surprised to see
a fully-dressed Buffy emerge, and start quickly down the stairs.
"Mom, come on, let's *go*!"
* * * * * * * * * * * *
None of these characters were invented by me(big suprise), and I'm not making dime
one off this, it's only done for the enjoyment of myself and others. Please don't sue.
Most character names and places are copyright to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy,
Inc., but this story is copyrighted 2002 LuNaTiC Publishing.
NOTES
I have been a fan of both the 'Buffy' movie and series since their respective beginnings,
and I decided to combine some 'Buffy' story with an element from the anime film
'Vampire Hunter D'. The element is the dampiel, the child of a human and a vampire.
Now, don't go jumping off the deep end when you finish this, thinking 'what the hell is he
doing?' This story has nothing to do with anything else, and it was just damn fun to
write. I like messing with histories that have never been revealed.
SYNOPSIS
It's three months after Buffy and Angel slept together, he's just recently back from
Hell. Let the drama begin.
Buffy the Vampire Slayer:
Might Have Beens and Maybes
Chapter 1 -- Sick Days
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Buffy Summers awoke at 6:45 a.m. and groaned. The awful nausea was just as bad
today as it had been yesterday. And the day before that. Missing two days of school was
bad enough, but three was worse. Shaking her head slightly as she trudged weakly
towards the bathroom, she muttered to herself.
"I am going to be *so* behind...."
As she washed her face off with a warm rag, Buffy studied herself in the mirror. Her
minimalist makeup wasn't there, of course, but the dark circles under her eyes and the
dirty tinge to her long blonde hair made her groan. As she entertained the notion of a
quick shower, she suddenly felt the nausea take hold of her stomach in what seemed to
be a grip of steel, and it was all she could do to get the lid of the toilet lifted before
vomiting. Shuddering, she realized gladly that her hair had fallen to the side, and as
such had been spared a toilet bowl water treatment. Wiping her mouth on a piece of
toilet paper, she stood up slowly and grabbed the bottle of mint mouthwash, taking an
extra large swig and holding it in her mouth for almost a minute before spitting it in the
sink. As she flushed the toilet and made her way back to bed, she caught the scent of
bacon and eggs from the kitchen. The nausea started to rise again, and she turned to
run back to the bathroom.
"Oh, God...."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Joyce Summers was in the kitchen, humming to herself as she prepared her own
breakfast. Buffy probably wouldn't have wanted any, so she failed to take into account
the fact that scent travels. As she put the hot pan in the sink and turned the water on,
the kitchen phone rang, and Joyce went to answer it.
"Hello?"
"Joyce? Oh, good." The cultured baritone of Sunnydale High School librarian/Slayer
Watcher/occult researcher/Buffy's father figure Rupert Giles came over the phone.
"Rupert, hi, how are you? Oh, I'm afraid Buffy won't be in school today, either. Could you
tell Principal Snyder for me?"
"Yes, yes, whatever. Look, Joyce, I need you to do me a favor." Joyce began to realize
something was up. Giles' words were more clipped than usual, and he hadn't even
cared that Buffy wasn't coming to school. "Get Buffy up, shove some medicine down
her throat, do whatever it takes, but get her to this address as soon as possible. It is a
very serious matter."
Joyce blinked a few times before responding. "Um....okay, let me get a pen...." She
rooted around the kitchen for a moment before finding a pen and her grocery notepad
and writing down the unfamiliar address Giles gave her. "Rupert....what's this about?"
"As I said, it's very serious, and I don't want to go into it more than once. Please, Joyce,
get Buffy out of bed this instant. We'll be waiting." He then hung up the phone before
Joyce could even ask 'who's we?'. Puzzled, Joyce hung up her phone and went
upstairs.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
"Buffy?" Joyce's light alto penetrated the closed bathroom door.
"Yeah, mom. What?" Buffy got up from hugging the toilet again and stood even more
slowly than before. Flushing with one hand, she opened the door with the other.
"I just got a call from Rupert....um, I mean, Mr. Giles. He was very insistent that you and
I meet him soon at this address." Joyce handed Buffy the paper, and watched in
confusion as her daughter's eyes got wide. "Buffy....do you recognize that address?"
Buffy looked up, concern etched on her features. "Yeah, it's--it's Angel's mansion. Giles
said to meet him there?"
Joyce nodded. "He said to get there as soon as possible. That it was very serious."
A sudden terror gripped Buffy's throat, and she pushed past her mother to her bedroom.
As Joyce watched, the wan seventeen-year old grabbed a pair of panties, socks, and a
bra from her dresser, and a pair of blue jeans and a shirt from her closet.
"Mom, go get your keys! Hurry!" Buffy shut the door in her mother's face, and a
not-so-slightly confused Joyce went and got her purse and keychain, and changed from
her pajama top into a sweatshirt. Walking back down the hall, she was surprised to see
a fully-dressed Buffy emerge, and start quickly down the stairs.
"Mom, come on, let's *go*!"
* * * * * * * * * * * *