:Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy or anyone or anything but Bryce, kay? Joss Whedon, WB, and Fox
(I think) are the dudes who own Buffy and co.
Looking the boy over, Buffy realized that this kid had obviously not graduated from high
school yet. He hadn't told her how old he was, but she had seemed to get a sort of feeling from
him. Though he looked like any normal eighteen or twenty-year old guy that she'd see at
college, he seemed to her to give off a sort of feeling of youth and energy, more than she had
ever felt even when slaying. Taking all of this into account, she guessed that he was probably a
sophomore or a freshman from where he came from. She could still hardly believe that this
boy, this Bryce, was really from another world (much less that she was the star of a TV show on
his world), but it did sort of seem to fit when you put in the fact that he could kick the crap
out of a vampire who was just this close to being a Master. Perhaps the people on his world are
stranger than the ones on ours, Buffy thought. No, if that was true, then how could he have
beaten up jocks with ease on his world, at least if what he said was true. What if he was
a demon, sent here by Glory to gain her trust and backstab her at the last moment? Then she
would finally have her sister, Dawn, the key... The key to what? She hadn't figured that out yet
either. What could Glory possibly need her for? And yet, she realized, if what Bryce said was
true, then he would already know that Dawn was... not exactly normal. That she wasn't really
human. No wait she was human, it was just that she had only been a born a month or so ago instead
of how long she seemed to have been born. And yet... Suddenly, Buffy felt a light tap on the
shoulder. Bryce.
"Hey, Buffy, you want to go out for patrol? I'd love to do some more slaying." Looking at
him, this strange foreigner, from another world or simply another race, Buffy knew that he did
indeed have something about him that seemed similar to the kind of thing you'd expect of
a Slayer. After meeting other Slayers and seeing the similarities and differences between them
and herself and then comparing them qith him, she knew right away that, whatever he was, he had
indeed been born with talents that no normal human being or even demon could possess. But if that
was true, if he was born to fight something, something obviously stranger than even some of the
strangest of vampires, than what was this boy born to fight?
"Oh yeah, sure. Think you're up to it?" she asked him with a grin that could easily match
his own wide-toothed grin.
"You bet I am. Coming?" Why was he asking her to come with him, she wondered. If his
story was true, than he could probably rid Sunnydale of all of its demons without so much as a
little bit of help. Why would he possibly want her to come along with him? And then the answer
came just as easily as the question. He wanted to see her in action. Television
wasn't enough. He wanted to see how a Slayer did her work while he was there, participating in
the action himself. Wonder if he could make a good sparring partner, she asked herself
silently, another grin spreading across her face.
"Course I am. Think you can keep up?" And with that, the two of them were off racing
toward the cemetery, Bryce apparently holding enough of his strength back to allow Buffy to keep
up with him. Huh, she thought. Willow had said that he had sounded pretty cocky when he had
been battling that Pre-Master, as Bryce had called the vampire that had only been a decade
or so away from becoming a master. And yet he acted like the perfect gentleman
to her. No wait, she thought. He was acting like someone who was finally following out a lifelong
dream and planned to make every moment of it as good as possible. How could that be, she asked
herself yet again. If he had so much strength, so much power, why did he use it and boast about
it in such a modest manner. Because he had never realized that it was the kind of strength and
power that he could boast about it. Now that she thought about it some more, he had said himself
that on his world, at least as far as he knew, there had never been anything that could be
called supernatural or dangerous or whatnot that could have shown just what his
talents were. And so he had lived out a fairly average and normal life... as the
local outcast. He had come to appreciate life and what it had to offer. Or so it seemed. And then
there they were. The Sunnydale cemetery.
"Vamps, oh vamps, come out, come out wherever you are!" Bryce called out as loud as he
possibly could. It was obvious that he was asking for trouble. Buffy braced herself. The vampires
would be expecting an easy meal, probably looking to be turned. Instead they would end with up
two beings similar to the average mortal, though they were likely to find out the truth fairly
soon. Looking at Bryce, Buffy saw that he was indeed carrying around the staff he had said that
he had fashioned into a really long stake. Super strength and mystical powers? That was a little
hard to believe. Yet, over the years, Buffy had realized that Sunnydale attracted the weirdoes
and the super-powers. Bryce was merely one who had decided to come to her side instead of
threatening Sunnydale and its residents, though he could quite obviously be a threat to this
entire Earth if he was to put his mind to it. And if he was lying and was indeed out for his
own agenda, then he was still a threat to her world. A very real and powerful threat
as well. And then the vampires came. Fifty of them. Obviously a foreign gang, probably come to
try to take a piece of the Slayer. Namely her. Why does everyone always want me dead? Buffy
wondered once again.
"Oh, look guys, two for the price one" The vampire in front said.
"Oh look Buffy, one dusted vamp." Bryce replied with the exact kind of tone that Willow
had described to her. Cocky as hell, all right she thought to herself, but apparently only in
battle. Odd. And with that the strange off-world boy launched his stake-staff, as he had called
it, right at the heart of the vampire who had spoken, who turned to dust before he could do
anything so much as even blink. Bringing out three strange-looking crystals, two rectangular
pointy ones and one circular one, Bryce proceeded with the strange mystical act he was out
to do. He set the circular crystal on the ground and held one triangular/pointy crystal in each
hand, pointing the pointy ends toward the circular one, concentrating fairly hard. He then seemed
to go into a trance, all of this happening in seconds but felt like an eternity. The vampires
merely stood transfixed. Then one of the vampires picked up the stake-staff, and prepared to
launch it at him. Suddenly, the stake-staff jerked and moved in the vampire's hands, apparently
of its own accord. Instantaneously, the staff suddenly imbedded itself into the heart of the
vampire, effectively staking him. Then the stake proceeded to fly straight into the hearts of
three more vampires, slaying all of them. Forty-five left to go, Buffy thought, still transfixed
upon the strange acts that Bryce's stake-staff was performing. Bryce's stake-staff! That was
it. The stake-staff wasn't doing it. Bryce was. He must be controlling it with his mind, she
thought. And then suddenly it hit her. He had pulled out the crystals he needed them to do
this, at least at this strength. Wait a minute, she thought. If he could do this, then what else
could he do? Could he read her mind? Did he know what she had been thinking about him on the way
over? This gave a new face to him for Buffy. No wonder he's so cocky during battle, she
thought. He has reason to be. In a way, this kid seemed to be the ultimate warrior. What could
possibly beat something that could both kick the crap out of anything and read thoughts? And then
suddenly that brought back to her mind what Bryce had said about being born to fight something
stronger than any demon. If that was true, than both she and the rest of Sunnydale were
obviously in for one hell of a ride.
:Author's Notes:
Sorry it was so short, but I did it for three reasons- I'm running out of ideas/writer's block,
my free-time is severly limited at the moment, and I'm just getting plain ol' lazy. I'll do best
to put in some more before too long, despite all of the above hindrances. Hope you liked it, and
please review if you did!
(I think) are the dudes who own Buffy and co.
Looking the boy over, Buffy realized that this kid had obviously not graduated from high
school yet. He hadn't told her how old he was, but she had seemed to get a sort of feeling from
him. Though he looked like any normal eighteen or twenty-year old guy that she'd see at
college, he seemed to her to give off a sort of feeling of youth and energy, more than she had
ever felt even when slaying. Taking all of this into account, she guessed that he was probably a
sophomore or a freshman from where he came from. She could still hardly believe that this
boy, this Bryce, was really from another world (much less that she was the star of a TV show on
his world), but it did sort of seem to fit when you put in the fact that he could kick the crap
out of a vampire who was just this close to being a Master. Perhaps the people on his world are
stranger than the ones on ours, Buffy thought. No, if that was true, then how could he have
beaten up jocks with ease on his world, at least if what he said was true. What if he was
a demon, sent here by Glory to gain her trust and backstab her at the last moment? Then she
would finally have her sister, Dawn, the key... The key to what? She hadn't figured that out yet
either. What could Glory possibly need her for? And yet, she realized, if what Bryce said was
true, then he would already know that Dawn was... not exactly normal. That she wasn't really
human. No wait she was human, it was just that she had only been a born a month or so ago instead
of how long she seemed to have been born. And yet... Suddenly, Buffy felt a light tap on the
shoulder. Bryce.
"Hey, Buffy, you want to go out for patrol? I'd love to do some more slaying." Looking at
him, this strange foreigner, from another world or simply another race, Buffy knew that he did
indeed have something about him that seemed similar to the kind of thing you'd expect of
a Slayer. After meeting other Slayers and seeing the similarities and differences between them
and herself and then comparing them qith him, she knew right away that, whatever he was, he had
indeed been born with talents that no normal human being or even demon could possess. But if that
was true, if he was born to fight something, something obviously stranger than even some of the
strangest of vampires, than what was this boy born to fight?
"Oh yeah, sure. Think you're up to it?" she asked him with a grin that could easily match
his own wide-toothed grin.
"You bet I am. Coming?" Why was he asking her to come with him, she wondered. If his
story was true, than he could probably rid Sunnydale of all of its demons without so much as a
little bit of help. Why would he possibly want her to come along with him? And then the answer
came just as easily as the question. He wanted to see her in action. Television
wasn't enough. He wanted to see how a Slayer did her work while he was there, participating in
the action himself. Wonder if he could make a good sparring partner, she asked herself
silently, another grin spreading across her face.
"Course I am. Think you can keep up?" And with that, the two of them were off racing
toward the cemetery, Bryce apparently holding enough of his strength back to allow Buffy to keep
up with him. Huh, she thought. Willow had said that he had sounded pretty cocky when he had
been battling that Pre-Master, as Bryce had called the vampire that had only been a decade
or so away from becoming a master. And yet he acted like the perfect gentleman
to her. No wait, she thought. He was acting like someone who was finally following out a lifelong
dream and planned to make every moment of it as good as possible. How could that be, she asked
herself yet again. If he had so much strength, so much power, why did he use it and boast about
it in such a modest manner. Because he had never realized that it was the kind of strength and
power that he could boast about it. Now that she thought about it some more, he had said himself
that on his world, at least as far as he knew, there had never been anything that could be
called supernatural or dangerous or whatnot that could have shown just what his
talents were. And so he had lived out a fairly average and normal life... as the
local outcast. He had come to appreciate life and what it had to offer. Or so it seemed. And then
there they were. The Sunnydale cemetery.
"Vamps, oh vamps, come out, come out wherever you are!" Bryce called out as loud as he
possibly could. It was obvious that he was asking for trouble. Buffy braced herself. The vampires
would be expecting an easy meal, probably looking to be turned. Instead they would end with up
two beings similar to the average mortal, though they were likely to find out the truth fairly
soon. Looking at Bryce, Buffy saw that he was indeed carrying around the staff he had said that
he had fashioned into a really long stake. Super strength and mystical powers? That was a little
hard to believe. Yet, over the years, Buffy had realized that Sunnydale attracted the weirdoes
and the super-powers. Bryce was merely one who had decided to come to her side instead of
threatening Sunnydale and its residents, though he could quite obviously be a threat to this
entire Earth if he was to put his mind to it. And if he was lying and was indeed out for his
own agenda, then he was still a threat to her world. A very real and powerful threat
as well. And then the vampires came. Fifty of them. Obviously a foreign gang, probably come to
try to take a piece of the Slayer. Namely her. Why does everyone always want me dead? Buffy
wondered once again.
"Oh, look guys, two for the price one" The vampire in front said.
"Oh look Buffy, one dusted vamp." Bryce replied with the exact kind of tone that Willow
had described to her. Cocky as hell, all right she thought to herself, but apparently only in
battle. Odd. And with that the strange off-world boy launched his stake-staff, as he had called
it, right at the heart of the vampire who had spoken, who turned to dust before he could do
anything so much as even blink. Bringing out three strange-looking crystals, two rectangular
pointy ones and one circular one, Bryce proceeded with the strange mystical act he was out
to do. He set the circular crystal on the ground and held one triangular/pointy crystal in each
hand, pointing the pointy ends toward the circular one, concentrating fairly hard. He then seemed
to go into a trance, all of this happening in seconds but felt like an eternity. The vampires
merely stood transfixed. Then one of the vampires picked up the stake-staff, and prepared to
launch it at him. Suddenly, the stake-staff jerked and moved in the vampire's hands, apparently
of its own accord. Instantaneously, the staff suddenly imbedded itself into the heart of the
vampire, effectively staking him. Then the stake proceeded to fly straight into the hearts of
three more vampires, slaying all of them. Forty-five left to go, Buffy thought, still transfixed
upon the strange acts that Bryce's stake-staff was performing. Bryce's stake-staff! That was
it. The stake-staff wasn't doing it. Bryce was. He must be controlling it with his mind, she
thought. And then suddenly it hit her. He had pulled out the crystals he needed them to do
this, at least at this strength. Wait a minute, she thought. If he could do this, then what else
could he do? Could he read her mind? Did he know what she had been thinking about him on the way
over? This gave a new face to him for Buffy. No wonder he's so cocky during battle, she
thought. He has reason to be. In a way, this kid seemed to be the ultimate warrior. What could
possibly beat something that could both kick the crap out of anything and read thoughts? And then
suddenly that brought back to her mind what Bryce had said about being born to fight something
stronger than any demon. If that was true, than both she and the rest of Sunnydale were
obviously in for one hell of a ride.
:Author's Notes:
Sorry it was so short, but I did it for three reasons- I'm running out of ideas/writer's block,
my free-time is severly limited at the moment, and I'm just getting plain ol' lazy. I'll do best
to put in some more before too long, despite all of the above hindrances. Hope you liked it, and
please review if you did!