Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Dark Reflections

Chapter 3:

AN: Hey, sorry I haven't posted in a while. IDK, I guess I kinda got disappointed at the lack of success with this fanfic and just lost all motivation to write anymore. Only three people even motivate me to do this next chapter cause if not I'd say 'fuck this' and stop writing all together. Thanks to Allecia, my girl, to Angel Summoritos(who reviews every chapter of my last two fanfics) and to AT1 Armstrong's daughter. Thanks.

"Daniel Nievves." Rupert Giles said, extending his hand. Daniel smiled and shook it. He released the firm grip and stared at the older Brit. Merry blue eyes twinkled behind the framed glasses.

"First of all, do you know what happened to me?" Daniel asked, sitting down in one of the hospital's cafeteria chairs. He ordered a cup of black coffee while Giles ordered a cup of tea. Once it was served, they sat down, isolated from everyone else.

"You were shot sixteen times Daniel." Rupert said.

"You got's to be fucking with me." Daniel sneered, remind Giles of Spike.

"Not at all. Please call me Giles. Rupert sounds a bit too stiff." Giles said, talking a slow sip of his tea. "The Council had been monitoring you since you left the Navy. Three months ago you had dropped off your brother off at your grandmother's and went to South Philadelphia to make a three million dollar cocaine deal. You were attacked by vampires, and they had shot you, leaving you for dead, instead of sucking your blood. You took one to the head Daniel." Giles said, indicating forwards the scar, near his hairline.

"Fucking A. I got shot in the head for pushing bricks. So you know about vampires too then?" Daniel asked, a grim expression on his face.

"I'm sorry for what they did to your parents." Giles said grimly, his face expressionless. Daniel's was overridden with pain and agony, as it etched itself all over his face.

"It's aight." Daniel said hastily, changing the subject.

"Daniel, I'm a Watcher for the Council You were attacked by vampires, and they had shot you, leaving you for dead, instead of sucking your blood. You took one to the head Daniel." Giles said, indicating forwards the scar, near his hairline.

"Fucking A. I got shot in the head for pushing bricks. So you know about vampires too then?" Daniel asked, a grim expression on his face.

"I'm sorry for what they did to your parents." Giles said grimly, his face expressionless. Daniel's was overridden with pain and agony, as it etched itself all over his face.

"It's aight." Daniel said hastily, changing the subject.

"Daniel, I'm a Watcher for the Council, I help Slayers do their job in eradicating the vampires." Giles said.

"What the fuck's a Slayer?" Daniel asked.

"It's a female chosen by the Powers That Be to stop evil, especially vampires. It's their life, their purpose of existence." Giles said, thinking of Buffy.

"So why aren't you helping the Slayer now?" Daniel asked.

"I am." Giles stated, staring at Daniel in the eyes, and sipped on his tea once more.

"Wait."

"You are the new Slayer." Giles said. Daniel shook his head disbelievingly.

"It can't be. I'm not a female." Daniel said.

"Normally that's the case, but when Buffy Summers died, the current Slayer, he Council found her to be inadequate and chose to create a male counterpart, believing it to be the necessary decision in defeating evil." Giles said.

"So Summers died, but she's the current Slayer? Is she a fuckin' zombie or something?" Daniel asked.

"No. She was brought back to life by magickal means, nevertheless you are the first male Slayer. You can change the outcome of the new apocalypse." Giles replied.

"Nah bro, you can't just walk into my life and curse me with some special powers and expect me to save the world. I ain't no motherfucking Superman goddammit." Daniel Nieves said. "Fuck I need a square." He added, wishing he had a pack of Newports on him.

"I'm sorry, I know you didn't ask for this, but it's now your calling Daniel." Giles replied, cleaning his glasses.

"Fuck your fucking calling. I'm a fucking killer. I've killed people Giles. There's nothing holy about me, I'm a motherfucking drug dealer." Daniel spat, eyes blazing, his jaw set hard.

"That's why the Council wanted you. You are the opposite of what's good in the world, the Council wanted a killer, and you are the best, I'm sorry, you have to do this." Giles said sadly.

"No I fucking won't. Fuck you Giles. You and your fucking Council. Fuck your vampires, your Slayer, fuck the world." He yelled, acquiring the attention of the other's in the cafeteria.

"Let's go outside. So we do not rouse the suspicions of those who do not need to know." Giles said, standing up, followed by an angry Daniel.

"You can't do this to me Giles. I refuse to kill again. I will not kill anymore." Daniel Nieves said, breaking down, his eyes glistening.

"If you weren't the Slayer, you'd be dead." Giles said.

"And how do you fucking figure?" Daniel asked sarcastically.

"When you were shot and rushed to the hospital, you survived, but you slipped into a vegetative state from which you were to never awake from. You were braindead and in a coma." Giles said. "The Council imbued you with the essence of a Slayer, while in the coma, you became the first male Slayer to have ever existed, and your body healed itself, and you awoke gradually." Giles continued.

"Fucking A." Daniel said.

"I'm sorry. You don't have to do this Daniel. But if you don't, the world could cease to exist as we know it." Giles said.

"What's coming Giles?" Daniel asked, running his hair through his fingers, stressed the fuck out.

"Only the Council knows. I don't even know yet. But I feel it, it's deep and ready to swallow us whole." Giles said. Daniel thought for a second.

"Jesus Christ. Look I'll do this. To stop this apocalypse bullshit and then I'm done with this Slayer shit. Fuck the Council and all them. All I care about now is my family, Luis and my grandma . That's it." Daniel said.

Giles nodded sadly.

"Okay, we'll fly out tonight." He said.

"Aight, I'm going to see my brother." Daniel replied.

"I'm taking you." Giles offered.

"Aight, but I need to go to the store." Daniel said. "I need some Hennessy and cigarettes."

If Spike was Puerto Rican and a Slayer, he'd be a lot like Daniel Nieves, and that scares me, Giles thought to himself.

They rode off in silence, smoke billowing out of the BMW's windows. They pulled into South Queen street where Luis and his grandma stayed at. As Daniel stepped through the door, his grandma saw him and creamed, standing up and running towards the door. She locked him in a vice tight grip, tears stinging her eyes.

"Mi hijo, mi hijo(My son, my son)." Her tears dripped down and splattered all over his white tee.

"Hey grandma." He said, trying his hardest not to cry. Luis must of heard his grandmother cause he was flying down the steps a second later.

"Daniel." The three hugged each other and cried, embraced by a love so powerful all imperfections were unnoticed. Giles watched from the vestibule, fumbling with his glasses once more.

"You're healed, the doctor said you'd never wake up." Luis said, rubbing his eyes with his shirt. Daniel sobbed, years of uncried tears spilling down his tee.

"I'm sorry lil' man." He called his brother by hi long used nickname.

"I'm not that little any more bitch." He complained, still sobbing in the passionate embrace.

"Oh what the hell?" Giles said, stepping into the embrace.

After a few seconds, Luis broke off and spoke, "Who the fuck are you?"

"Rupert Giles, a friend of your brothers." Giles said.

"I know you ain't from the hood bitch, so you military or something?" Luis asked angrily and Daniel slapped his upside his head.

"I assure you that I'm not from the military, nor am I a female dog." Giles said, his eyes laughing once more, twinkling behind the frames of his glasses.

"Who the fuck is he?" Luis repeated, his question directed at his older brother.

"A friend." Daniel said. "Luis. I gotta go, I'm leaving tonight." Daniel said.

"Why?" His brother asked, a dejected look on his face.

"I gotta go help save the world again, lil' man." Daniel said sadly.

"You can't leave, you just go back D-Roc." Luis said, sobbing.

"Philly's bad bro. We can't be here no more." Daniel retorted.

"Can we go with you?" His grandma asked.

"Nah, I want you as far away as possible." Daniel said, sparking up another Newport. He pulled on it and stepped away from his grandmother. She was sick enough as it was, and didn't need to add lung cancer on top of that.

"Why?" Luis asked.

"Cause it's dangerous kid." Daniel said.

"And it's not over here?" Luis retorted.

"It is, which is why I need you to go." Daniel replied.

"Go where?" Luis interrogated. He pulled his own pack of cigarettes and sparked up a Newport as well, sitting down on the couch.

"Away from PA boss." Daniel said, exhaling smoke as he spoke.

"How much are you getting paid to save the world?" His grandma asked.

"Nothing it's volunteer work." Giles put in, and Daniel Nieves snickered.

"Fuck that D-Roc, fuck the world. We gotta hustle one more time and we can leave together." Luis pleaded.

"Nah fam, I'm done with the game for now. And anyway, Giles and his friends have paid me enough." Daniel said. He looked at his remaining famiy in the eyes. "I love y'all. That's why I'm doing this." The tone in his voice was final, closed from discussion and the Puerto Rican headed up the stairs to collect his belongings.

Giles looked sadly at Luis, and headed outside to think.

Sunnydale, CA

Buffy's House

11:00 PM

The Slayer packed back and forth through the living room, receiving a dark glare from her sister Dawn. The Scoobies had bee called by Buffy and were all sitting down in the living room, awaiting to see the nature of the discussion.

"Buffy. What's up?" Willow asked, arriving in Sunnydale at noon.

"Too much. First there's this thing we're gonna fight, the new apocalypse, and Spike." She said tersely.

"What did he do?" Xander jumped to his feet, heading towards the weapon's chest.

"The question is what he didn't do." Buffy said, fragments of last nights conversation running wild in her mind. Xander had a stake and cross in hand.

"He didn't rape you Buffy? Did he? Cause if he did, what did you expect last night running after him. What did that soulless creep do now?" He said angrily.

"Don't say that." Buffy spat, nearly yelling. "I've been blind, blaming him for all that happened, when in reality, it was partly my fault." Buffy said, tears forming up in her eyes.

"You guys definitely had a night with no orgasms or else you wouldn't be crying. Spike's big on the orgasms." Anyanka said, walking into the conversation.

"Is that all you think about, you sick demon." Buffy asked.

"And Spike's not?" Xander pointed out.

"Don't defend her Xander, if it ain't money, it's sex. Just like demons, all these years as a human hadn't changed you a bit." Buffy replied.

"Why you jealous Buffy, just cause I can hold on ot mhy man. After all me and Xander lasted three years, you and Angel were like what six months when he wasn't trying to kill you, and Parker, Mr. One Night, just like Angel, somebody call Jerry Springer." Anyanka spat defiantly.

"You bitch." Buffy said, slowly, wishing she had a weapon in hand.

"Riley and Spike, not even a year with the two combined. You're jealous and pathetic." Anya laughed, leaving the room gracefully, silence intruding the home now. The door creaked open once more.

"We'll I hope I'm not interrupting nothing." Giles said, stepping into a room with a tall, olive skinned man Buffy did not know.

"Giles who's he?" Buffy said, surprised at Giles showing up and more at the stranger.

"His name is Daniel Nieves. He's the first male Slayer." Giles said, leading him into the living room. "But you can call him Rico." He added.

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