Chapter 1
"We have to leave for Sunnydale right away." The watcher commanded, as he moved toward the suitcase.
"What do you mean leave? We have to protect the Hellmouth."
"We closed it, now we have to protect the one in Sunnydale."
"But..."
He sighed and sat down on the bed. "I understand that you think of Cleveland as home, but we just received a call from a watcher who lives in Sunnydale. He said that the master is planning something and if we want to stop it we have to move now."
She sighed. "Does this have anything to do with Buffy's release?"
"The master may have gotten wind of it."
"How?"
"Do you really believe that the council is the only people with spies everywhere?"
"More like hoped, so we go, I slay, what else?"
"We discover what Mr. Giles knows and help him."
"Mr. Giles? Wasn't he supposed to be her watcher?"
"I believe he was, why?"
"Does he know?"
"Unfortunately he does, when he found out he refused to leave the Hellmouth. He said that someone had to protect it and it might as well be him."
"He's still waiting for her."
"He probably is, or for you."
"So we saddle up?"
"We do."
"Five by five."
Buffy sat curled up on the couch wearing a bright pink sweat suit sipping a hot mug of her mom's chicken soup.
"How's the soup?" Hank asked as he sat next to her with his own mug.
"Heaven."
He smiled, "yeah?"
"Yeah," she took a sip, "dad?"
"Yeah, hon?"
"You and mom are still together, right?"
"Buffy?" He asked concerned.
"In my head, before, you got divorced, I just, I just want to be sure it's not true."
"It's not; your mother and I love each other very much. We love you very much, and no matter what happens we will never ever abandon you."
"Thank you."
He leaned over and kissed her forehead, "I love you."
"Love you, too."
Joyce entered the room with a large box in her arms. She placed in down in front of Buffy and then took a seat next to her daughter. "This is most of your stuff from high school, your clothes probably wouldn't fit you anymore, but they're also in a box in the attic."
"My room is bare." Buffy whispered.
"We didn't know how to decorate it, we can go shopping tomorrow." Joyce opened the box and pulled out something out. "Sixteen Candles?"
Buffy smiled at the sight of her favorite movie, "yes, please."
Hank and Joyce smiled as Joyce popped the tape in and turned the TV on.
The club the Bronze once housed dancing groping teenagers is now a den for sadistic malicious killers. Downstairs where kegs and cases of beer and soda once was stacked, lays a male chained to a wall behind a wall of bars. He came here in hopes of saving his destined love, but she never arrived. Instead of becoming a savior of the ignorant humans, he failed and is now the pet of these creatures. Everyday he wonders if it would have made any difference if he had remained in New York living in the gutters eating rats. He shivers in voluntarily as he catches the scent of one of he worst tormentors. He boots hit the floor with a distinct thud as she walks toward him. He can smell her glee and excitement. Metal rattles as she unlocks the cage door. His back is toward her as he is huddled in the far corner. She places the keys out side the cage close enough that she can reach, but far enough that he cannot if he were to try to over power her, though not likely.
"Hello, Puppy." She purrs.
He shivers again, knowing the pain that is about to come and how it will not stop until she is called away by either her lover or master. Although that is when he catches the second scent and wonders how he could have possibly missed it.
"Remember what he did, when we told him about his crazy slayer." Her lover laughed.
"He cried," she replied as she grabbed the captive and pulled him to the center of the cage.
He moaned as several unhealed bruises were disturbed.
"Aww, Puppy, I haven't even started yet and already you're moaning?" She laughed mocking him. She rolled him onto his back and straddled his still bruised hips. Her green eyes glittered as she took in all the burn, black & blue, and bite marks. Her lover knelt next to them and grinned.
"Guess what, soul boy, Crazy the Slayer was just released from the Institute." He spoke as he pressed a finger into one the numerous burns.
The captive screamed.
"And guess what, Puppy, if we're good, master might let us kill her." She spoke as she struck a match against the cement floor.
His eyes widened at the sight of the match. "She'll kill you."
"Will she, she killed Lothos and then was sent to the nut house. We'll drink her dry in a second."
She licked her lips and lowered the match, "bored now."
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"