liljc15 here with a new fic. This is somewhat of a continuation of A Wonderful Christmas. We've jumped ten years into the future, meaning Jonathan is around the age of 16. I'm at a loss for words, so without further ado, I bring you Chapter One of The Next Generation. Also, most of the fic is in Jonathan's POV. This is my first attempt at a 1st POV, so bear with me. Takes place in northwestern Indiana, near the Kankakee River.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my ideas and my Oc's. Buffy belongs to Joss Whendon.

The Next Generation
Chapter One: Meeting Family and Friends

"Bye Mom, I'm going to school."

"Alright Jonathan. Oh, make sure to get all the work that you missed."

"Ugh. You would think that being held captive by vampires for three weeks equals a get out of homework free pass, but no. People have no respect for what we do. Mom, how did you manage it?"

"Well, I was never kidnapped by vampires while I was in high school. Now stop whining, and go to school," Buffy said, hugging me goodbye.

After I had left, Angel walked into the kitchen, wrapping his arms around his wife's waist. "What's he complaining about now?"

"How he shouldn't have to do the work he missed, while he was missing."

Angel laughed. "I'm pretty sure you would have done the exact same thing."

"Ugh. I hate school," I said, resting my head against the bus seat in front of me.

"Jonathan! You're back!" a brunette said, hugging me. Jordan sat down next to me. "Where have you been? No one knew where you were."

"Well, Jordan, if I told you, then I'd have to kill you," I answered, jokingly.

"Mr. Steele wasn't very happy that you missed the concert."

"Well, Steele can suck it. It's not my fault I missed the concert. Something came up." Thankfully, we arrived at school, so I didn't have to answer anymore questions. "I'll see you later; I gotta go to the office first."

"See ya," Jordan said, walking towards the band room.

Instead of going to the main office, I headed for the door that leads into the band room office. 'I think Mr. B would like to hear what I found out,' I thought, as I knocked on the door.

My watcher opened the door. "Why couldn't you have used the main doors?" he asked, as I sat down.

"I told Jordan that I was going to the office before I came here. You do know why I haven't been at school for three weeks, right?" I asked.

"You were kidnapped by vampires. How, I don't know."

"Well, they were idiots. They didn't blindfold me or nothing. I know where their hideout is, if you want to take them out."

"I'll think about it. Now, why don't you go make your entrance? I'm sure the team missed you."

I smiled. "You know me so well," I said, exiting the way I entered.

A minute later, I came in through the main doors. "Lucy, I'm home!"

"Jonathan, how nice of you to join us," Mr. Steele said. His statement made quite a few heads turn to look in my direction.

"Fangs! Where ya been?" Nick asked, as he and the rest of the gang greeted me.

"You'll find out soon enough, Tusks."

"Jonathan!" someone shouted. I turned just in time, to see my attacker.

"Lindsey, h-hi," I stuttered, as the midnight-haired goddess tackled me to the floor. Her arms had found their way around my neck, and she was nuzzling into my chest. "Um, what are you doing?" I asked her, a blush forming on my face, as I stood up.

She looked up at me, tears in her eyes. "I can't keep this a secret any longer. I love you, Jonathan. I was going insane these past three weeks, not seeing you every day."

"Trust us, she was," David muttered under his breath. I only heard him thanks to my super hearing.

"Lindsey, I don't know what to say," I said. Here she was, the girl I've liked for three years, saying that she loves me. "The only response I can think of, is this," I told her, before kissing her passionately.

We were interrupted by the evil ginger. "Lindsey, what are you doing? You know how bad his grades are, right?" Davy asked.

"Of course I do! And for you information, Davy, I don't care! Now, if you don't mind, I would like to get back to kissing my boyfriend."

That pissed Davy off. "How dare you seduce her, you demon. You're not good enough for her."

On any normal day, I could deal with his banter, but I had just escaped from a horde of vampires, who had held me captive for three weeks. So what did I do? I punched him. Hard. "Davy, just shut up. I'm not in the mood for your shit today." Someone tapped my shoulder. "What?" I asked Dakota.

"Your face."

Shit. I quickly morphed my face back. "I know, office now," I said, not even having to look at my teacher. Before I left, I told Lindsey, "If possible, could you be at my house around four? There are some things you need to know."

My girlfriend gave me a puzzled look, but agreed.

At 4:12, I heard a knock at the back door. "Mom, I got it," I shouted. I opened the door for Lindsey, "Come on in."

"So what did you want to tell me?" she asked.

I sighed. "Follow me," I told her, going upstairs. I lead her into my room. "First off, did you see my face this morning?"

"You mean when it scrunched up? Yeah, I saw that."

"Well, do you believe in vampires?"

Lindsey laughed. "What kind of question is that? Of course I don't. They're not real."

"Wrong. My face scrunched up because I'm a vampire, well half vampire to be exact." Lindsey had a scared look on her face. "No, I'm not going to drink your blood. I don't like the taste of it."

"So if you're half vampire that means you're half human too, right?"

"Yep, my dad was a vampire and my mom's human."

"What do you mean 'was' a vampire?"

"I'll start at the very beginning. My dad was born in Ireland during the 1700s. He was vamped at the age of 28. After becoming a vampire, he became psychotic. He was called the Scourge of Europe. After a hundred years of killing numerous people, some gypsies cursed him with a soul."

"Why did they give him a soul? And how is that a curse?"

"By giving him a soul, they gave him remorse and agony. Every night, he would relive his killings, hearing the screams of his victims. He soon came to America, hiding for a century."

"He finally came out of hiding, when he heard that a new Slayer had been called. He started helping this Slayer, as a way to repay his crimes," Buffy finished, entering my room.

"Hi Mom."

"Who is this lovely lady?" Angel asked, as he wrapped his arms around Mom.

"Mom, Dad, this is Lindsey. Lindsey, these are my parents."

"Nice to meet you," Lindsey greeted.

"Has my son told you about any of his stunts?"

"Mom, I was telling her about Dad."

"Angel fell in love with the Slayer, they had a son, and then he was given his life back. End of story."

"Um, you keep saying 'slayer.' What does that mean?" Lindsey asked.

"Here we go again," Dad and I said, together, rolling our eyes.

"In every generation, there is a Chosen One. She alone will stand against the vampires, the demons, and the forces of darkness. She is the Slayer," Mom said, reciting Giles perfectly.

"So I take it that you're the Slayer that Angel fell in love with?" Lindsey asked.

"Duh. I don't do much anymore, since Jonathan can handle the Hellmouth."

"The what?"

"Hellmouth. It's the portal between our dimension and the dimensions of Hell," I explained. "Originally, it was located in California, but Mom destroyed it. When they found out that it had reopened, my parents moved here so that someone that fought on the side of good was guarding it. Now, it's my job to protect it. Demons and vampires think that if they control the Hellmouth, they're invincible."

"How many times did we prove that wrong, honey?"

"At least twice here and I lost count of how many times back in Sunnydale."

Lindsey turned to me. "So, tell me about these stunts of yours."

"Fine. When I was three, I put a leash and collar on my godfather, who's a werewolf. When I was seven, I had almost burnt our house down."

"He was running around with a blow torch," Mom added. "Now that I think of it, where did you find that stuff?"

"Aunt Willow gave me the stuff for Uncle Oz. It was her idea. The blow torch, I have no clue," I answered. I slapped myself. "Crap, I wasn't supposed to tell you about the leash and collar. Aunt Willow's gonna kill me."

Dad laughed, "I knew Willow was involved somehow. Don't worry, we won't tell her."

"You forgot about your first stunt," Mom said with an evil smirk.

"Do I really have to tell her about that one?" I groaned.

"YES!" Mom and Lindsey shouted at the same time.

Both Dad and I flinched. "Okay, you win. When I was two, I got my diaper stuck on a ceiling fan, with me still in it, and was twirling around for a couple minutes."

"How did you manage that?" Lindsey asked, trying to control her laughter.

"I can't remember."

Lindsey fell off my bed laughing. "Are you okay?" Mom asked, helping her up.

"Yeah, I'm good," Lindsey answered. She noticed a scar on my mom's neck. "Mrs. Summers…"

"Buffy, call me Buffy."

"Buffy, what is that scar on your neck?"

Mom looked at Dad, "Care to answer, Angel?"

"Lindsey, vampires have their own ways of showing who they belong to. This scar marks Buffy as my mate, meaning she is off limits to other vampires. Of course, some completely ignore this law, but we won't get into that."

"So basically, that mark means that you two are married in vampire culture?"

"That's exactly what it means."

"I'm not trying to pry or anything, but what did you mean earlier? If you don't want to answer, that's fine, but I want to get to know as much as I can about Jonathan."

Mom smiled at her. "Before we get into that, you should know that once a vampire has chosen a mate, it's for eternity," she said, looking at me. Her eyes asked, 'You've chosen her, correct?'

I just nodded my head, smiling.

"Now, back to your question," Mom said, opening the floor for Dad.

"As I said earlier, it's against vampire law to sleep with someone else's mate. Not many have broken this sacred law. My Childe, Spike, though broke this law when he slept with Buffy."

"Did you say child?" Lindsey asked, confused. "I thought Jonathan was an only child? Plus, that's just wrong, sleeping with your own mother."

We all laughed. "Lindsey, when vampires use the word Childe, it means something completely different than the human word. When a vampire creates a new vampire, they form a bond of master and servant. The master is the Sire, and the servant is the Childe. Plus, it's spelled differently. Vampires spell it C-H-I-L-D-E," Mom said, explaining a key part of vampire culture.

"Lindsey, have you ever heard of William the Bloody?" Dad asked.

She nodded, "You're talking about the serial killer, right?"

"Yes. I sired him, while I was still a soulless monster. I started calling him 'Spike,' because the police would always find his victims impaled on railroad spikes."

"When Jonathan was one, Angel moved to L.A. to protect him. He had over heard someone talking, at his informant's place, about using Jonathan as bait, so they could lure me out and kill me. After he had left, I started sleeping with Spike, but I stopped soon after. It felt like I was betraying Angel, even though we weren't together," Mom explained. She started to cry, so I continued.

"So, when I was four, Spike broke into the house and tried to rape Mom. Luckily, I was awake and heard him. I came down stairs and dusted Spike."

"What do you mean 'dusted'?" Lindsey asked, confused.

"When a vampire gets killed, they turn into dust," Dad explained.

"Lindsey, why don't we go and make dinner. I'm sure Angel wants to talk to Jonathan alone," Mom said, leaving the room.

Lindsey followed. "Buffy, did it hurt when Angel marked you?" she asked.

"No, it actually felt wonderful. Why did you want to know?" Mom asked, curious why Lindsey was asking.

Lindsey's face turned bright red. "Who do you think Jonathan's going to mark? Do you think it might be me?"

Buffy smiled. "Do you want it to be you? Do you love him?" Mom asked Lindsey.

Lindsey's face got redder. "I think I do. When he was missing, I was so worried about him. I thought he had been kidnapped or possibly dead!"

Mom started to laugh. "He didn't tell you yet?"

Lindsey was confused. "Tell me what? And why are you laughing?"

"He was missing because he had been kidnapped by a local coven."

"What! Why didn't you do something?"

Mom just shrugged her shoulders. "Angel and I looked for him, so did his team, but none of us could find the coven that had taken him."

"First, what is a coven? And second, what do you mean, 'his team?'"

"A coven is what you call a group of vampires that work together, and you'll meet the team tonight."

Meanwhile, Dad was talking to me. "So you like her?"

"Well duh. Why do you think I told her about the real me?"

He laughed. "You got me there. So she's the one?"

"Yes, Dad. All I could think about was how stupid I was, not telling her how I feel. In my line of work, every day could be my last. I was going to tell her today, but she beat me to it."

"How?"

"She tackled me the moment she saw me, and was nuzzling into my chest. When I'm around her, it feels like there are butterflies in my stomach. I really do love her, but I don't want her to get hurt."

Dad nodded. "I know exactly how you feel, son. I left to protect you and your mother. If anything ever happened to her, I don't think I could handle it. She is my soul mate."

"What do you think I should do, Dad? Should I let her join the team?"

"Well, she would be safer if she was with us. I think you should," he answered.

Lindsey entered my room. "Jonathan, Mr. Bergsma is here."

"Thanks, I was wondering if he got my text," I said, as we left my room.

When we got downstairs, Mr. B was talking with my mom. "So what's for dinner, Buffy?"

"Why do you want to know?" Lindsey asked him.

"I see you haven't explained every thing to her yet," my watcher said, looking at me.

"How much stuff do I need to know?" Lindsey asked, throwing her hands up in frustration.

"Well, I'll start with Mr. B. Every Slayer has a watcher, someone that helps her fight the bad guys. Since the Hellmouth was unguarded and us moving here, the Council decided that I should have a watcher, since I'm the first ever child of a Slayer. Mr. Bergsma is my watcher," I explained.

"Your mom said something about a team. What's that all about?" Lindsey asked.

"Follow me. When Mom was younger, she had a group of friends that helped her out. They called themselves the 'Scooby Gang.' Now that I'm doing most of the work, I've gathered my own team. We meet here, in my basement."

"What's so special about your basement?"

"Watch this," I told her, flipping a hidden switch. Suddenly, the entire basement transformed into a high-tech briefing room. There was a table, with a holoprojecter in it, in the middle of the room. The wall was lined with computers that had stats on the screens. Off to the side, was the armory.

"Holy shit! This is so cool. How much did this cost?" Lindsey asked, shocked.

"My dad has built a fortune over the years. We still have quite a bit of money."

My girlfriend took a closer look at the computer screens. "Jonathan, what are these stats for?"

I smiled. "We have a little competition going on. Every month, we see who had the most kills, and that person gets that month's pot. These are kill records. This one's mine," I bragged, pointing at the top name.

"So, you bet on who can kill the most demons?"

"Pretty much. Of course, I usually win," I said, smiling.

"I hate to bring this to an end, but a new Slayer has been chosen," Mr. B said from the stairs.

"Where is she located?" I asked interested in the new topic.

"Here."

"Who is she? There are at least five potential slayers in the area." 'One's even in the room,' I thought to myself.

Mr. B could tell what I was thinking. "No, it's not her. I'll give you a hint, she plays the flute."

"Ok, that leaves two possibilities."

"She's dating Frank."

"SHIT! Why her! They know I don't get along with her! That's it, they want to get rid of me," I shouted, completely pissed off.

Lindsey backed away from me, scared. "Who are you talking about?"

"The new Slayer is Jessica! This is not going to end well," I said, slamming my head down on the table.

Nick entered at that moment. "Ok, what's up? I heard Fangs yelling."

Lindsey was confused. "Who's Fangs?"

"I am. We all have code names, so that when a demon gets away, they don't know who we are," I answered, my voice muffled since my face was still against the table.

"They sound cool too," Grady added, as he and the rest of the team entered the room.

"So back to my question, what's up?" Nick asked.

I stood up, facing my team. "A new Slayer has been chosen, Jessica Scrofula."

"Shit. That's bad." David said. He then pointed to Lindsey, "Why is she here?"

I wrapped my arms around her waist, since she was standing in front of me. "I told her everything since she's my girlfriend. I thought she should know," I told him, my head resting on Lindsey's shoulder.

"But none of your other girlfriends knew, so why is she so special?" Taylor asked.

I turned Lindsey around so I could tell her this, face to face. "Because, she's the one I want to spend the rest of my life with."

"Do you truly mean that?" she asked, tears flowing down her beautiful face.

I wiped the tears away with my thumb. "Yes. Lindsey, I love you. For the past three weeks, all I could think about was you. I felt extremely stupid not telling you how I felt earlier. I swore to myself, 'When I get out of here, I'm going to tell her how I feel'. I'm extremely happy that these feelings go both ways. If you would honor me, would you become my mate?"

She jumped on me, her legs wrapping around me. "Of course I will. Jonathan, I love you with all my heart. I would love to become your mate, but let's wait until the time's right."

"Um, wow," Steven said. He and the rest of the team were shocked. "Is this why you told us to meet you at your house?"

I then remembered that Lindsey and I weren't alone. "No, we're going hunting tonight. First, Lindsey should know about you guys. Nick, you go first."

"Well, um, I'm not human."

"You idiot, tell her what kind of demon you are and what you do for the team," Dakota said, smacking him upside the head.

"Well, I'm a boar demon, meaning I can turn into a giant boar."

"Hinchey, you're next."

"I'm a werewolf."

"Dakota," I said to my best friend.

"I'm an ogre, and no, I don't turn green."

"That's the main fighting force, including me. Our codenames are: Fangs, Tusks, Fluffy, and Shrek," I explained to Lindsey. "Since this is taking so long, I'll just tell you about everyone. Both Steven and David are zombies. Their codenames are Brains and Corpse. Grady here is a brachen demon. His codename is Puffer. Him, Brains, and Corpse make up our backup."

David spoke up. "Hey Lindsey, you wanna see something cool?"

"Sure."

All of a sudden, David snapped Grady's neck, his body falling to the ground. "OH MY GOD! YOU KILLED HIM!" Lindsey shouted.

Grady then stood up and twisted his head back into place. "That was not cool. Even though my neck can't break, it still hurts like hell!"

"How did he just do that?" Lindsey asked me.

"Brachen demons have a double-jointed neck. They can also sniff out magical objects. Now, let me introduce the research team. They don't have code names since they usually don't do any major fighting. Kendall, Scott, Taylor, Jay and Will research any demon we run into on a patrol, and they're all human," I explained.

"Now that the introductions are done, why don't you inform us of why we're here," Mr. B said, as he and my parents entered the room.

"You all know that I was held captive for three weeks. Tonight, we're going to wipe out the coven that made me suffer," I explained.

"Why tonight?" Scott asked.

I shrugged my shoulders. "After what happened this morning, I need to release some stress. I would have taken them on alone, but there's about fifty of them."

"So, what's the plan?" Mom asked, leaning on the table.

"The vamps are living in a barn located along the river, here," I explained, as I brought up a 3-D image of the area. "One group will attack from the front, while a second goes in through the back door. A third team will be set up on this hill with crossbows. Then, we'll have a forth, on the big guns, here."

Everyone nodded. "What are the teams?" Dad asked.

"Team one will consist of me, Tusks, Shrek and Fluffy. Team two consists of Dad, Puffer, Brains and Corpse. Team three is Mr. B, Scott, Kendal and Taylor. Mom, you have Will, Jay and Lindsey."

Mom fist pumped. "Yes. I got the big guns."

"What are the big guns?" Lindsey asked.

I gave her a smile, "You'll see. Let's move out." I then headed for the armory, grabbing my favorite swords. One was a classic Viking sword that my dad had found while he was still in Europe. Another was a Norseman sword that Mom had given me for my last birthday. I also grabbed a Viking long sword.

Shrek grabbed an axe that looked almost like Gimili's walking axe. Tusks and Wolf didn't need weapons, since they have natural ones. Puffer grabbed a Celtic flame sword, while Brains grabbed a falchion sword. Corpse ended up with a claymore.

Jay grabbed a lion heart sword, while Will went with the usual dual Kabars. Scott, Taylor and Kendall all grabbed an Eagle 5 crossbow, along with a small knife.

Mom grabbed her Slayer sword, stakes, and a bottle of holy water, while Dad strapped his battle axe to his back. The hidden stakes in his sleeves were already in place. Mr. B was grabbing his own Eagle 5, along with a CB-1 crossbow pistol.

While we were all getting weapons, Lindsey just stood there. After I was ready, she asked me, "What should I grab?"

"Hm, let's see. Hey, Mr. B, there any CB-1s left?"

"There are two left."

"Thanks. Lindsey, you think you can dual wield crossbow pistols?" I asked my girlfriend.

"I'll give it a try," she answered.

Mom then came over to us. "Do you have a melee weapon yet, Lindsey?"

"No."

"Then here, this is for you," Mom said, handing Lindsey a dagger.

"This is beautiful. Where did you get it?" Lindsey asked, amazed by the beauty of the dagger. It had a dragon theme. The hilt was the body of a dragon, while the hand guard were the head and wings. The sheath had another dragon on it, with a blue gem underneath. The blade came up into a slight curve. Also, the top of the blade looked like fire coming from the dragon guard's mouth. Lindsey was shocked that my mom would give her something like that.

Mom smiled. "It was a present from my watcher. He passed away shortly after he gave me that dagger."

"Thank you, but I can't take it, not if it was given to you," Lindsey said, handing the dagger back to Mom.

"It's a gift. You should here the story behind this dagger, though. As I said before, my Watcher had given this to me. Apparently, it was his family's heirloom. It had been given to the first born daughter in every generation, until his. Giles had been an only child, so his mother kept it safe until he got married. Unfortunately, that never happened. Anyways, on her death bed, his mother gave it to him. Now, since Giles never had any kids, he had no one to pass this down to. After a while, he came to think of me as his daughter. On my twenty second birthday, he gave this dagger to me, along with this story," Mom explained.

"So, why are you giving it to me?" Lindsey asked.

"Since Jonathan is an only child, there is no one for me to pass the dagger onto. Now, though, with you agreeing to become his mate, I have a daughter. So this is rightfully yours now."

"Thank you Buffy. I would be honored to take this," Lindsey said, strapping the dagger to her waist. She then noticed that everyone else had left. "Where is everybody?"

"They're probably already in the trucks. We should go," I answered, heading out to the garage.

So there's chapter one. I'll try to have the next one up in about a week. Please review and tell me what you think. And if anyone wants to know more about my Oc's, I'll have their profiles on my page. Well, see ya.