As with before, Characters from BVTS belong to WB.
Also with that any Characters that belong to Highlander belong to whomever produces that show.
San Salvador, Peter Withers, and Kelly Greene belong to this author and can't be used without his permission...
From the Notes of San Salvador, Assassin, Immortal, and angered Lover
Basic summary of Sunnydale, Ca.: A nice town from the outside. The sort of place that looks as though you would want to raise your 2.5 children in a 2 parent household. Most places have their dark sides. Sunnydale's just happens to be a whole
lot darker than others. When looking into the history of this place, I was appalled. Murders, disappearances, and strange events litter the history, past and recent. The place used to be called 'El Boco de Inferno' or crudely translated in English: Hellmouth. The place lives up to its reputation.
I realize that a day job might be in order to provide a cover for myself. I could do this without a cover but still, the job would be a bit easier if I have one. Getting a good cover in Sunnydale is something that I loathe to do since it would mean I would have to call in a favor, abbot a small one. At 11:35pm EST, I call at a payphone in Los Angeles to a payphone in Savannah, Georgia. After pressing in a 20 digit code, the phone routs me though several breaks designed to slow a tap. I knew that the caller would probably be able to trace the call before I was through but there was no way past that. HE would know anyways where I was, even if I didn't tell him where I would be in my call or even if they couldn't get the trace.
"Hello! Mario's pizza."
"Hi. I'll order a. . ." (The pizza combination is so digusting I couldn't mention it or else sicken pizza eaters everywhere.)
"Who is going to pick this pizza up?"
"Peter but San Salvador will pay for it."
"Okay. Just wait one minute."
The phone made a hung up noise for a second and then it is picked up. "Hello, Sandra. What's wrong?" As if he didn't know. He is one of the few people who knew I am an Immortal and I can't figure out how he figured it out.
"I need your help on something." Better get down to business quickly. "I'm interested in a work position in a little town in California."
"Where in California?"
"Sunnydale." A pause for a second. Not alot of a pause but enough to tell me something. He knows about Sunnydale's problems, but how?
"I've got a substitute P.E. teacher job at the high school there. Interested?"
"Always."
"It will be ready in 3 days. Do you need backup?"
"No. Remember Nicaragua in 1989." The drug syndicate town looked like a tornado and a war went through it.
"Okay, but be careful. Oh and one more thing, one of the girls survived being assulted in Sunnydale and is in the hospital. Thought you might want to know."
San hangs up quickly.
*Withers*
Peter knows what he had done. He had been responsible for so many deaths and never felt a thing. Why was he feeling something now? Perhaps because even though Salvador didn't know it, she is the closest friend he can have in this sort of job. He also knows that she has to stay in Sunnydale for as long as possible. That is why he helped her with her request and that was why he gave that information about that girl in that attack. He turns to his second in command.
"I want surveillance on Salvador but no interference. Report back at 2:00 hours."
Notes of San Salvador
I've got the cover I need and the time I need to get the vampires. What I now need is a name. Why did Withers give me that information about that girl in the hospital? I better check out this girl before I get a place in Sunnydale.
Fact about Sunnydale: There are over 40 churches in Sunnydale. I don't even want to comment on that one.
I walk into the hospital room that the girl, Kelly Greene, is in. According to the doctor, she was found where I left her and she didn't have a bruise on her. But she was in a near coma due to shock of some kind. I knew the second I walk in and feel a Buzz that shows she is an Immortal. But her Buzz feels different, somehow, from other Immortals I have met. Her being Immortal is why she is not dead like her friend. The way that she died must have been dramatic enough to put her a deep sleep. But she starts stirring once I enter the room. I can't believe it. Of all of the ways to wake up the Buzz could be the strangest.
"Wha . .What?"
"You're in the hospital, Mrs. Greene."
"Who are you?"
"Fox Wellington." That's one of my first aliases when I was an assassin.
"What happened to me?"
"You were found in a park, unconscious. What happened to you, Mrs. Greene?"
"I was on a road trip and I stopped in Sunnydale for the night. I heard about a nightclub called 'The Bronze' and went there. I met this handsome older man who led me outside. I don't know what happened afterwards."
"What did he say was his name?"
"Angel. He was tall, dark hair, and wearing leather." He was the one who was leading the vampires that night. My target.
Fact about vampires: A vampire is really a demon-animated corpse. When killing one, don't think that you are killing a person. It is better to think of it as putting a rabid dog out of its misery.
I walk into Sunnydale High as an assistant P.E. teacher four days later. I called Withers a day ago for information about my position. My 'alias' is Sandra Robbins. My position says I am 22 years old and have a B.A. in education and is working for a Masters.
I walk into the principal's office at 7:45 a.m. A short, bald headed man walked up to me. "Sandra Robbins."
"Yes, sir. And you would be?"
"So you're the new substitute teacher. I'm Principal Snyder."
"Glad to meet you, sir."
"Let's get one thing straight Mrs Robbins. If we didn't immediately need a teacher and if the Superintendent didn't vouch for you, you wouldn't have been hired even if Hell froze over. I'll be watching you."
We walked out of the office and walked toward the gym. "Is there any sort of curriculum that I'm suppose to follow?"
"Just keep these students under control. That is all you need to do."
I give a bit of a sarcastic tone that Synder misses, "Is there any students I should especially try to watch out for in order to keep under control?"
"Buffy Summers." He then gives a history of this student. "Real troublemaker," he says. Burned down the old school and she is causing a lot of trouble in this school."
I mumble softly, " She sounds like my sort of kindred spirit." He then leaves me in the P.E. office after telling me that I have 30 minutes to prepare for my first class. Synder probably expected me to simply have the students play basketball or something like that but I am prepared for today. I pull out a tape player and put in an aerobics tape I normally use for my workouts. Without rushing, I have everything done in less than ten minutes which includes setting up a volleyball net and getting all the balls out. I quickly changed into my workout uniform and started my warm-up stretches.
The curriculum I use is simple. Aerobics for half the class that anyone could join in and volleyball and basketball for whomever didn't want to. For the classes I quickly went through the role and tell them what they can do. Most of them decide on the volleyball or basketball. I am hurt. But there are a few students, the health nuts, who decide to workout with me. They soon find out that my definition of impact aerobics hurts most people. It is a fast pace routine that I normally go through on average of at least an hour a day, five days a week if I possibly can. Most people can't keep up with me and most of the students who joined me usually started wearing out about halfway through the routine. Until 2nd period, no one could. A short, blond girl is keeping up with me. Move after move, stretch and step, she keeps up. I recognized a fellow martial arts fighter in the way she works out. Why not challenge her?
Note: For the scene with the practice fight, San's thoughts will be like this (( )) and Buffy's will be like this ( ).
"Miss.."
"Summers, Buffy Summers."
Figures in a very strange way. "You know some martial arts, don't you Buffy."
"I do." A hesitant tone of voice.
"How about a simple match. Bare hands, any style, a skill match."
"Okay."
Buffy didn't exactly think that this match was such a good idea but why not? It would be easy to knock this woman off her feet with a little Slayer skill. The teacher wasn't like a vampire or anything. Just your normal teacher. She think that perhaps she is a little arrogant in her attitude of just walking out there onto the gymnastics mat.
Wham! She ends up on the mat. (Big mistake on my part.) She thinks. Buffy tried to end the match in one move. San sidestepped Buffy and tripped her on the mat with a well placed kick.
"How about 2 out of 3, Buffy."
"You're on." They both launch themselves into a sparring match that quickly gets the attention of all the students in the gym. Punches and kicks, blocks and dodging. Both women find that the other is a lot better than she expects.
"Oof." San groans as she hits the mat on the second time. ((This girl is a lot stronger, faster and more skilled than I expected. MacLeod is the only other person who had me looking at the ceiling during a sparring match and I'm not sure about him anymore.))
"You're pretty good, Buffy." ((Wait a minute, from this angle. . . she's the girl who followed me into the park the night John died, She knows this Angel. If I have to I will get information I need one way or another.)) She could only tell because she only saw Buffy from the ground that night.
"You're very good too," Buffy replied. (She looks familiar somehow.)
"I think that should be all for today. Maybe our 'audience' would disagree but several aches would't put up that sort of arguement." Sandra has to say something. If she didn't get out of there, the visible bruise would noticeably fade in front of these students and some questions might be asked.
"Sorry."
"No problem." With that San walks to her office.
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Later- in fact 15 minutes or so later. . .
Buffy walks into Sandra Robbins office. It would be best to apologize again. She doubts that Sandra would say anything to Synder but Buffy does feel bad about knocking her on the ground. Buffy was ticked during that second match because she was dropped on the ground so easily the first time. Maybe she used a bit too much of her Slayer strength in the fight.
She notices San's duffel bag sitting on her desk partially open. There is something sticking slightly out but Buffy couldn't tell what. She looks to the left and to the right. No Sandra. So she pulls out the object and finds it to be a sheathed sword. Buffy undoes the strap and slightly pulls out a bright silver-gray blade that metalically gleams. She quickly puts the sword back into the scabbard and puts it into the bag. Quickly she turns to the sound of footsteps. She manages to sit into a chair just as San walks into the door.
"Do you want to talk to me, Buffy?"
"Yes, I want to say I'm sorry again for. . ."
"I don't mind at all. My former teacher did it to me all the time. I must have spent as much time staring up at the ceiling as practicing." Sandra gives a sudden grin that causes Buffy to do the same.
Buffy stands up and starts to turn around. "Hey Buffy, if you want to practice, I'll be around for a while. And besides, I enjoy practicing with someone who can give me a decent match."
"Sure." (After I speak to Giles about you and that sword. Not many gym teachers carry around a sword in a gym bag.) Buffy walks out the door with a quick walk.
San turns and notices the bag on the desk and how it is positioned. (Damn. Forgot that I had the sword in there. Careless of me. Buffy must have seen it. That must be why she is so nervous.) She leans down and opens an opening in the wood paneling. San had found the secret cubbyhole during the half hour before class. She had noticed the paneling was slightly off. Opening it she discovered a stash of some sort of substance. She guessed that it is some sort of drug and promptly flushed it down the toilet.
"Perfect size for a sword," she mumbled softly. She places the sword up into the compartment and after a moments thought, her knives too. "I'll have to remember to get this out once the day is over." She walks out to meet her 3rd period class.
Sunnydale High School Library - after classes are done for the day. . . Buffy, Cordelia, Willow, and Xander.
"Giles, I'm telling you, my new gym teacher had a sword in her duffel bag."
Xander interrupts, "You know by our standards, that isn't all that weird. At least this gym teacher doesn't seem to be mutating any of the sports teams. . . yet."
"But it is only her first day," Cordielia quips.
The door opens and Sandra walks in. Instead of wearing the aerobic clothes, she is wearing a tank top and jeans. She is wearing a black leather jacket that looks worn.
"Excuse me, sir," she says with a soft accent, "May I look around the library?"
"Yes. Do you need my help?"
"I need to get a hold of some historical records about some myths for my medieval studies class."
"Anything in particular?"
"Yes, can you get anything pertaining to common supernatural myths of the European Middle Ages up to modern times. I'm trying to get a basic cross section in order to narrow down my topic."
"We have a few good books around here about that." All of the teenagers in the room exchanged looks. That is the understatement of the year.
"Thank you, Mr..."
"Giles."
"Gracias, Sr. Giles. This assignment has been a bit easier than the last one which was about the Far East during their Middle Ages. I had to even borrow a replica Japanese sword for my demonstration in class. I have to go soon to return it to my friend." San and Giles go over to the bookshelves and proceed to pick out a few books which didn't have anything to directly to do with vampires. While Giles isn't looking, San grabs a few books that looked like a general history on vampires. (What these are doing here, I don't know and don't want to know.) San thought. Then she remembers something she read in the information Withers had gotten her. Mr.Giles was from the British Museum and had a large book collection. (That must be why, but some piece of the puzzle is missing.) San checks out her books and starts to walks out of the library. After a few steps she turns around.
"By the way, my name is Sandra Robbins. I'm glad to meet you and I hope to see you again. Thanks again."
Once San was out of the library, Giles turned to Buffy. "Though a lot has to do with Hellmouth, not everything does. But just in case, I'll check around to see if there are any prophesies that could pertain to Mrs. Robbins."
"That's it," Buffy blurts out as the answer comes to her.
"What is it?"
"That woman is the one from a couple of weeks ago. The one that was in the Bronze and was later attacked by Angel. Sure a ponytail, brown eyes, and different clothes, but the same woman."
"What is she doing here?"
"I don't know but I have a bad feeling that we will soon find out."
Vampire Hunting Facts: There are 2 common ways of hunting vampires. The first is just to stake the SOB (or use whatever weapon you use) directly. This only works when the vampire's attention is somewhere else (usually a helpless victim suffices).
The second is to be a helpless damsel (male or female) for the bloodthirsty fiend to try to munch on and then stake the SOB when he isn't looking. This bait-and-switch tactic usually works pretty well.
9:00 p.m. PST Sunnydale California.
I slide in my last wooden throwing knife into my leather sheath and walked out of my new house a mile outside of Sunnydale. I had purchased this place because it is fairly private. I have this special fondness for soft beds and this pleasure I enjoyed for several hours before leaving.
Parking my jeep in a well lit parking lot outside the Bronze, I prepared for the hunt. I figure that I can trail one of the vampires as he or she leaves the nightclub. Then I would stake the above vampire. That tactic proved futile because I just couldn't get a good fix on any vampires. I have to change tactics now because of this problem. I decided to do so by moving into the park for a new hunt. I play the girl with the twisted ankle. That brings out some attention in the vampire community. He looks like the normal person until he helps me up. Then he leans me in toward him with his vampiric visage on.
He asks, "What is that in your jacket?"
"My sword and that," I lunged forward with a stabbing motion, "is my wooden knife." And with that my war with the vampires begins.