Title: The Lies We Tell
Author: Verna
Summery: A new evil shows up in Sunnydale (Original huh?) and so do a few new faces.
Rating: G for now
Spoilers: It takes place some time in season six for Buffy. After Sixth year for Harry Potter and post Merrick for the VC.
Note: This is just a random thing I began the other night. I did see the season opener for Buffy last night But I'm not gonna change the story now. It works better this way anyhow. You'll figure out how I changed it. It takes place after Buffy's been back a while. And for anyone wh read this before I fixed a bunch of stuff. And as always...please review
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the implied people places or ideas.
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A young man walked down the grassy slope through the headstones of a Sunnydale Cemetery early one evening. When Pike came upon the grave he was looking for he couldn't help but smile. "She saved the
world a lot" he read. "I'll bet she did" he murmured. "Merrick would have been proud." And with that he walked away.
***
"Giles! You can't go back to England! We need you!", Buffy yelled at her watcher. He hung his head.
"I can't stay here. I need to go back. And you don't need me any more. You all know everything I have to teach you." He looked up and smiled. "Buffy, you were the smartest slayer ever. I don't know why they even bothered to give you a watcher. you never needed me. You needed your friends and you had them all along." He gave her a weak smile and then faced the rest of the group. "Anya. I hired a new
clerk. Nice kid. He should be here in a few hours. Don't him too hard of a time huh?" Anya nodded unable to speak. "And you two..." He turned on Willow and Tara and gave a half sigh half laugh. "Just don't blow up too many things."
"Can't you stay a little longer?" Asked Dawn.
"No. It has to be now. My mother's sick. I have to go. I'll be back. You need to keep an eye on him for me okay?" He said jerking his thumb at Spike. She giggled.
"And now I'm off." Giles announced. He leaned over and kissed Buffy on the cheek and walked out of the Magic Shop to get in the cab. They all watched from the window as a part of them left.
A Few hours later Anya and Xander sat alone at the counter talking. Willow and Tara were up in the loft taking stock while Spike Buffy and Dawn were out patrolling. A young man with red hair and brown eyes walked into the shop.
"welcome to the Magic Box," Anya said to him but her heart just wasn't in it.
"Hi. I'm looking for Anya?" He asked.
"Are you the new clerk?" Xander asked.
"Yeah. My name's Ron," he said extending his hand.
Xander shook it. "Hi. I'm Xander and this is Anya. That's Willow and Tara up in the loft there." Ron nodded to everyone as they were introduced. "so, What brings you to Sunnydale?" Xander asked.
"I don't know. I just kinda got on a bus and it ended up here." Ron said shrugging his shoulders. Anya looked worried.
"Cool. Well then, Welcome to Sunnyhell!" Xander joked completely missing Anya's nervous look. But finding plenty of fodder for future pranks to pull on the new kid in his confused look.
***
It was a few hours later as Anya and Xander were walking home that she told her soon to be husband her fears. "He was DRAWN here! He's some sort of demon! Only idiots and demons come to Sunnydale."
"Nah... really? I'm sure he's just a regular kinda guy who wanted to get away."
"Yeah but from what?" Anya demanded.
"I don't know.
***
Pike was walking back to her grave tonight. By now he knew it was dream because he'd woken up this morning in his own bed. But he did know that the grave was real. He'd gone right to an American paper
to check the obituaries. Buffy Summers. Dead. Dead since June.
And so his dream self wandered around a cemetery he'd never been to. Memories killed him and he saw the three of them in flashes.
Fighting vampires at the dance. Fighting with vampires on the parade floats. Fighting with her watcher. Watching the watcher die... The one time he'd seen her not fighting anything but her fears.
And now she was gone. He felt really bad about how well he'd done since he'd last seen her. He thought about how easy he had it now and how much of nothing she had...
***
"So, this Ron guy. He nice?" Buffy asked Willow the next day as the rest of the scooby gang crowded around the Summers' table.
"Better question," Dawn said glaring at her sister. "Is he cute?"
"Yeah. To both. He looks really young. He says he's twenty on but he looks sixteen. British kid." Willow answered.
"We traded one Brit. for another? That is so typically Sunnydale!" Spike
quipped.
"Yeah well I wish we could have traded you", Xander said. They were all silent not wanting to point out to Xander how mean of a thing it was to say. Even if most of them agreed.
***
Pike woke up with a start. It was the not the first time he'd dreamed about Buffy's death. No. He'd dreamed about it nearly every night since he'd last seen her almost six years ago.
But this dream was different. It was stark and clear. She ran from her sister and dove into the glowing abyss. Why? He had no idea. There were others crying. Her friends. They all seemed so lost and so
incredibly scared.
Wait. Pike had seen that girl before hadn't he? In a picture that one of the guys in his band carried around with him every where. What was her name? Fern? Wilma? Oh well.
"Gotta ask Oz," he said to himself.
***
Ron walked across his new front lawn in the general direction of the shop where he worked. His mind was weighted with thoughts of why the heck he was in this God-forsaken hell-hole. It had been Voldemort's fault. He'd come bursting into school one day and he and his death
eaters had begun firing curses at every one. The older children fought back as best they could but they were too powerful.
Harry, Ron and Hermione had been at the front fighting them off but Harry broke away from their line of defense and went off in search of Voldemort. Hermione was distracted and was hit. She fell to the ground dead. Ron wanted to die then. She'd died before he'd even had the
chance to tell her he loved her.
He watched as his sister next to him fell atop Neville Longbottom. Most of the teachers were dead and only a few students remind standing. That was when Ron's survival instinct kicked in. He ran. He ran back behind the line of students and up to his dorm. He grabbed some money out of a trunk he found shoved in a hallway and his muggle clothes. He stuffed it all in a backpack and dug Harry's firbolt out of
his trunk.
He scrambled on and fell out the window. He'd traveled for days. All over the country. He didn't think. He only saw his friends and enemies falling along side him.
He woke up one day in LA. He remembered a vague plane trip and a long but bleared broom ride. He checked to see how much money he had. Enough for a bus to some little no where called Sunnydale.
And here he was. He'd found a small hotel room and a job at a magic shop where he was headed now. "No. I won't think of them anymore. That's all behind me. I'm a different person now." And with
that he entered his place of employment.
***
"Hey, Willow? Has that new kid shown up yet?", Buffy called as she walked into the magic shop.
"No. He'll be here any minute." She called back. "Why?"
"We need to talk. Where's every one else?"
"In the back room. Come on"
In said back room, the rest of the scooby gang sat around a table with books spread all over it.
"What's up Buff?" Xander asked.
"Cryptic Vamp in St. Mary's last night."
"What'd he'd say?"
"Oh, something along the lines of, 'the master is coming. my dark lord is on his way here...'" Buffy mimicked his voice.
"Oh. Fun" said Willow.
"Yeah. In a cryptic Sunnydale kinda way" said Tara.
"So. What we got?" Buffy asked.
"Well. A few old books and a few older books..." Catching Buffy's eye Xander continued. "Umm. Some big snake god wizard thing is on his way. And according to this very old book, he's as young as Spike is old."
"What?", asked Willow.
"Well. I think he's still alive but just old."
"Right. Do we think it could be the same master my vamp was looking for last night?", Buffy asked.
"I don't see why not." Responded Anya.
"Well. Do we have a name for this guy?"
"Nope. We can call him, 'Mr. A.'", Anya said
"Mr. A?" Tara asked.
"Sure. Mr. X is way too trite."
***
"Okay, Lestat, I have to ask. Why here?", Louis asked of his maker.
Lestat simply looked around at the dismal dark hotel room he'd rented for the night. "I can honestly say that I have no idea." He said with a grin all his own.
"Oh joy. We're running from one hell to another," Merrick said glaring at him.
"She's right Lestat. I don't think we chose to come here at all. It's the Hellmouth. Any and all mystical beings are drawn here. But I cannot recall a vampire of our kind ever showing up here..." David let his
sentence trail off when he saw no one was realy paying attention. Sighing he dropped into he only chair in the room.
"Hey. Check this out. There's a magic shop right here in town. One Starbuck's and one magic store. Wow. This is small town America." Merrick flipped the pages of the guide of "what to do while in town" magazine.
"Sounds fun. Care to join me?" Lestat teased the witch.
She laughed and took his extended arm. They left laughing and carrying on like a pair of young lovers.
"Well. That should make it a quite night for us," Louis said.
"Maybe. I kinda wanted to check out that club we saw on the way here. Might be able to find out more about the town. I always wanted to visit here." David said. But seeing the disappointed look on the older
vampire's face, he offered: "Care to join me? Could be fun. And besides. we'll be home before the two of them."
Louis smiled in that way that drove all who saw it crazy and nodded.
"Well then. Let's go."
***
Ron walked into the Magic Shop just as it was getting dark. It was winter so it was early yet. He was only supposed to learn what to do tonight and he'd start regular the next day.
When he first walked in he saw no one but he could hear voices coming from the back room of the shop. Not sure what to do he walked over to the door but stopped short when he heard what they
were saying.
"Ok. So Mr. A is some tall snake looking demon thingy with a lot of black magic up his sleeves. Sounds like we need you and Tara big time on this guy." A woman he didn't know said.
Willow nodded. "Hey look at this! I found his name! Voldemort. Sounds French. Any one ever heard of him?" They all shook their heads but Ron had frozen. He'd followed him here! He was going to kill him.
Willow looked up. Ron had made a very soft gasp or something because suddenly they were all staring at him. A man with unnaturally yellowish hair spoke first.
"Is this the new clerk?" He drawled.
Willow nodded.
The man walked over to him. "How much did you hear?" he snarled.
"Voldemort..." Ron gasped.
"You know about him?" The woman with the blonde hair asked.
"I wish I didn't."
"You lied to us didn't you? About why you're here and how old you are." Ron could only nod.
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Lame huh? Should I finish it?
Author: Verna
Summery: A new evil shows up in Sunnydale (Original huh?) and so do a few new faces.
Rating: G for now
Spoilers: It takes place some time in season six for Buffy. After Sixth year for Harry Potter and post Merrick for the VC.
Note: This is just a random thing I began the other night. I did see the season opener for Buffy last night But I'm not gonna change the story now. It works better this way anyhow. You'll figure out how I changed it. It takes place after Buffy's been back a while. And for anyone wh read this before I fixed a bunch of stuff. And as always...please review
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the implied people places or ideas.
**************************
A young man walked down the grassy slope through the headstones of a Sunnydale Cemetery early one evening. When Pike came upon the grave he was looking for he couldn't help but smile. "She saved the
world a lot" he read. "I'll bet she did" he murmured. "Merrick would have been proud." And with that he walked away.
***
"Giles! You can't go back to England! We need you!", Buffy yelled at her watcher. He hung his head.
"I can't stay here. I need to go back. And you don't need me any more. You all know everything I have to teach you." He looked up and smiled. "Buffy, you were the smartest slayer ever. I don't know why they even bothered to give you a watcher. you never needed me. You needed your friends and you had them all along." He gave her a weak smile and then faced the rest of the group. "Anya. I hired a new
clerk. Nice kid. He should be here in a few hours. Don't him too hard of a time huh?" Anya nodded unable to speak. "And you two..." He turned on Willow and Tara and gave a half sigh half laugh. "Just don't blow up too many things."
"Can't you stay a little longer?" Asked Dawn.
"No. It has to be now. My mother's sick. I have to go. I'll be back. You need to keep an eye on him for me okay?" He said jerking his thumb at Spike. She giggled.
"And now I'm off." Giles announced. He leaned over and kissed Buffy on the cheek and walked out of the Magic Shop to get in the cab. They all watched from the window as a part of them left.
A Few hours later Anya and Xander sat alone at the counter talking. Willow and Tara were up in the loft taking stock while Spike Buffy and Dawn were out patrolling. A young man with red hair and brown eyes walked into the shop.
"welcome to the Magic Box," Anya said to him but her heart just wasn't in it.
"Hi. I'm looking for Anya?" He asked.
"Are you the new clerk?" Xander asked.
"Yeah. My name's Ron," he said extending his hand.
Xander shook it. "Hi. I'm Xander and this is Anya. That's Willow and Tara up in the loft there." Ron nodded to everyone as they were introduced. "so, What brings you to Sunnydale?" Xander asked.
"I don't know. I just kinda got on a bus and it ended up here." Ron said shrugging his shoulders. Anya looked worried.
"Cool. Well then, Welcome to Sunnyhell!" Xander joked completely missing Anya's nervous look. But finding plenty of fodder for future pranks to pull on the new kid in his confused look.
***
It was a few hours later as Anya and Xander were walking home that she told her soon to be husband her fears. "He was DRAWN here! He's some sort of demon! Only idiots and demons come to Sunnydale."
"Nah... really? I'm sure he's just a regular kinda guy who wanted to get away."
"Yeah but from what?" Anya demanded.
"I don't know.
***
Pike was walking back to her grave tonight. By now he knew it was dream because he'd woken up this morning in his own bed. But he did know that the grave was real. He'd gone right to an American paper
to check the obituaries. Buffy Summers. Dead. Dead since June.
And so his dream self wandered around a cemetery he'd never been to. Memories killed him and he saw the three of them in flashes.
Fighting vampires at the dance. Fighting with vampires on the parade floats. Fighting with her watcher. Watching the watcher die... The one time he'd seen her not fighting anything but her fears.
And now she was gone. He felt really bad about how well he'd done since he'd last seen her. He thought about how easy he had it now and how much of nothing she had...
***
"So, this Ron guy. He nice?" Buffy asked Willow the next day as the rest of the scooby gang crowded around the Summers' table.
"Better question," Dawn said glaring at her sister. "Is he cute?"
"Yeah. To both. He looks really young. He says he's twenty on but he looks sixteen. British kid." Willow answered.
"We traded one Brit. for another? That is so typically Sunnydale!" Spike
quipped.
"Yeah well I wish we could have traded you", Xander said. They were all silent not wanting to point out to Xander how mean of a thing it was to say. Even if most of them agreed.
***
Pike woke up with a start. It was the not the first time he'd dreamed about Buffy's death. No. He'd dreamed about it nearly every night since he'd last seen her almost six years ago.
But this dream was different. It was stark and clear. She ran from her sister and dove into the glowing abyss. Why? He had no idea. There were others crying. Her friends. They all seemed so lost and so
incredibly scared.
Wait. Pike had seen that girl before hadn't he? In a picture that one of the guys in his band carried around with him every where. What was her name? Fern? Wilma? Oh well.
"Gotta ask Oz," he said to himself.
***
Ron walked across his new front lawn in the general direction of the shop where he worked. His mind was weighted with thoughts of why the heck he was in this God-forsaken hell-hole. It had been Voldemort's fault. He'd come bursting into school one day and he and his death
eaters had begun firing curses at every one. The older children fought back as best they could but they were too powerful.
Harry, Ron and Hermione had been at the front fighting them off but Harry broke away from their line of defense and went off in search of Voldemort. Hermione was distracted and was hit. She fell to the ground dead. Ron wanted to die then. She'd died before he'd even had the
chance to tell her he loved her.
He watched as his sister next to him fell atop Neville Longbottom. Most of the teachers were dead and only a few students remind standing. That was when Ron's survival instinct kicked in. He ran. He ran back behind the line of students and up to his dorm. He grabbed some money out of a trunk he found shoved in a hallway and his muggle clothes. He stuffed it all in a backpack and dug Harry's firbolt out of
his trunk.
He scrambled on and fell out the window. He'd traveled for days. All over the country. He didn't think. He only saw his friends and enemies falling along side him.
He woke up one day in LA. He remembered a vague plane trip and a long but bleared broom ride. He checked to see how much money he had. Enough for a bus to some little no where called Sunnydale.
And here he was. He'd found a small hotel room and a job at a magic shop where he was headed now. "No. I won't think of them anymore. That's all behind me. I'm a different person now." And with
that he entered his place of employment.
***
"Hey, Willow? Has that new kid shown up yet?", Buffy called as she walked into the magic shop.
"No. He'll be here any minute." She called back. "Why?"
"We need to talk. Where's every one else?"
"In the back room. Come on"
In said back room, the rest of the scooby gang sat around a table with books spread all over it.
"What's up Buff?" Xander asked.
"Cryptic Vamp in St. Mary's last night."
"What'd he'd say?"
"Oh, something along the lines of, 'the master is coming. my dark lord is on his way here...'" Buffy mimicked his voice.
"Oh. Fun" said Willow.
"Yeah. In a cryptic Sunnydale kinda way" said Tara.
"So. What we got?" Buffy asked.
"Well. A few old books and a few older books..." Catching Buffy's eye Xander continued. "Umm. Some big snake god wizard thing is on his way. And according to this very old book, he's as young as Spike is old."
"What?", asked Willow.
"Well. I think he's still alive but just old."
"Right. Do we think it could be the same master my vamp was looking for last night?", Buffy asked.
"I don't see why not." Responded Anya.
"Well. Do we have a name for this guy?"
"Nope. We can call him, 'Mr. A.'", Anya said
"Mr. A?" Tara asked.
"Sure. Mr. X is way too trite."
***
"Okay, Lestat, I have to ask. Why here?", Louis asked of his maker.
Lestat simply looked around at the dismal dark hotel room he'd rented for the night. "I can honestly say that I have no idea." He said with a grin all his own.
"Oh joy. We're running from one hell to another," Merrick said glaring at him.
"She's right Lestat. I don't think we chose to come here at all. It's the Hellmouth. Any and all mystical beings are drawn here. But I cannot recall a vampire of our kind ever showing up here..." David let his
sentence trail off when he saw no one was realy paying attention. Sighing he dropped into he only chair in the room.
"Hey. Check this out. There's a magic shop right here in town. One Starbuck's and one magic store. Wow. This is small town America." Merrick flipped the pages of the guide of "what to do while in town" magazine.
"Sounds fun. Care to join me?" Lestat teased the witch.
She laughed and took his extended arm. They left laughing and carrying on like a pair of young lovers.
"Well. That should make it a quite night for us," Louis said.
"Maybe. I kinda wanted to check out that club we saw on the way here. Might be able to find out more about the town. I always wanted to visit here." David said. But seeing the disappointed look on the older
vampire's face, he offered: "Care to join me? Could be fun. And besides. we'll be home before the two of them."
Louis smiled in that way that drove all who saw it crazy and nodded.
"Well then. Let's go."
***
Ron walked into the Magic Shop just as it was getting dark. It was winter so it was early yet. He was only supposed to learn what to do tonight and he'd start regular the next day.
When he first walked in he saw no one but he could hear voices coming from the back room of the shop. Not sure what to do he walked over to the door but stopped short when he heard what they
were saying.
"Ok. So Mr. A is some tall snake looking demon thingy with a lot of black magic up his sleeves. Sounds like we need you and Tara big time on this guy." A woman he didn't know said.
Willow nodded. "Hey look at this! I found his name! Voldemort. Sounds French. Any one ever heard of him?" They all shook their heads but Ron had frozen. He'd followed him here! He was going to kill him.
Willow looked up. Ron had made a very soft gasp or something because suddenly they were all staring at him. A man with unnaturally yellowish hair spoke first.
"Is this the new clerk?" He drawled.
Willow nodded.
The man walked over to him. "How much did you hear?" he snarled.
"Voldemort..." Ron gasped.
"You know about him?" The woman with the blonde hair asked.
"I wish I didn't."
"You lied to us didn't you? About why you're here and how old you are." Ron could only nod.
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Lame huh? Should I finish it?