A Fresh Start Part 2
A Buffy the Vampire Slayer Fanfiction
by DaBear
This story is a work of (fan)fiction. The characters of Buffy The Vampire Slayer in no way belong to me, they belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. In other words there is no intent to make money here, so don't sue me.
Rating: R for violence, sexual situations and language
Spoilers: Up until the end of season 2 then I am off into my own little AU
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Xanders POV
Suddenly the crushing grip on my throat disappears along with the fangs piercing my neck. Standing in front of me is a dark-hired girl wearing black and holding a stake, acting on pure instinct I twist my body hard and spin the female behind me so that her back is to the new arrival. Luckily my instincts prove true and in a second the grip on my arms disappears.
Unfortunately, that was the only things holding me up. Dropping to my knees I start coughing trying to get the feeling back in my neck and trying to ignore the agony that is my kidneys.
I hear a low, husky voice behind me say "Well stud, looks like that rescue didn't go according to plan."
Chuckling to myself I reply "Plan? What plan? There was no plan." Pushing yourself up to your feet while trying not to move any muscles in your back is not as easy as it sounds. "A plan would involve thought, and you can ask any of my friends that thought and moi do not meet up all that often." Groaning in pain I turn around to face my savior, and promptly forget how to breathe.
She is a Goddess in black. Curly raven tresses fall to her shoulders, a belly shirt clings to her chest in ALL the right places and shows off her cute little belly button to best effect, and her jeans...lets just say some people couldn't get away with it. With all these thoughts running through my head all I can manage to say to her is "Urggif hab nar." Which roughly translated would be "Hi, I'm Xander and will you be friend?" Or something similar.
"Uh huh." says the Goddess as she quirks her eyebrow at me. Looking at her I realize something. She's the new slayer. Out at night, with a stake, around the right age to be called. The attitude as if what she had done was no big deal, just the general attitude in fact. Yep, she's the Slayer all right.
I reply without thinking. "Can I have you?" Realizing what I said the instant I said it, I slap my hand over my mouth in mortification.
Giving out a full throated laugh that makes my knees weak, well weaker anyway. She replies "Direct and honest, I like that. Maybe later stud." Saying that she turns around to walk off down the alley.
"What is it with me and Slayers?" I mutter to myself as I turn around to collect my fallen weapons.
From behind me I hear a startled exclamation from the Slayer and suddenly I feel her grab my shoulder in a crushing grip and spin me around. Pinning me against the alley wall with her forearm across my throat and a stake covering my heart asks me urgently "What did you say?"
Playing dumb I answer "Urgiff hab nar?"
"No, the next part. How'd you know I was the Slayer?"
Gulping I answer "Cuz I knew the last two?"
"You knew the last two Slayers? What are you? A Watcher?" she asks in disbelief glancing down at my cloths and their obvious lack of tweed I'd imagine.
"No, I'm just some Joe Schmoe that found out about the nocturnal volleyball league and couldn't leave well enough alone."
"What? Nocturnal volleyball league? What the hell is that?"
"Read it in a book. 'Nocturnal volleyball league' 'Things that go bump in the night'. Sounded cool. Now can you let me go please? I'm a good guy, I hunt vamps."
"You trying to tell me that you hunt vamps?" the brunette scoffs at me with a laugh. "You'd be chow if I hadn't a saved your ass."
At that I start to get pissed off at her attitude, which incidentally seems to echo Buffy's tired diatribe of 'without superpowers you can't fight evil' blah, blah, blah. I have been fighting evil quite successfully for 3 months now. Ten minutes earlier I had thought something about the memories from Halloween coming back, but what I truly meant was that the instincts, reactions, and responses were coming back, there are no memories really. I just seemed to know things with no seeming frame of reference, the knowledge just appearing in my mind. Those responses and knowledge are what have kept me alive these last 3 months. It seems that every time I roll into a new town, within 3 days I am involved in some sort of local demon or vampire plot, it gets tiring. But, these instincts have kept me alive and have always allowed me to come out on top, and by on top I mean I am alive and they aren't.
So when my instincts tell me to do something - I do it. That's the only reason I can give you for taking on a pissed off slayer.
Jabbing upwards with both hands I hit the nerve clusters on the underside of the Slayers arms with my thumbs, which in a human would cause the arms to go numb for a good few minutes. With a Slayer I am hoping for maybe a minute leeway. She gasps in pain as her arms fall uselessly to her sides and she drops her stake to the ground. Hooking a foot behind her ankle I give her a hard shove to the shoulders, which knocks her back on her ass. I dodge a kick aimed at my knees and back off a few steps towards the entrance to the alley. Reaching into my coat I pull the pistol out and eject the clip and quickly grab one of the spares from my pocket and slam it in. Cocking the slide I level the Desert Eagle at the girl as she is just starting to scramble to her feet.
I am impressed with myself. It all took less then five seconds. "Yeah I hunt vamps." I answer snidely to her stunned look. "Quite successfully most of the time as well. If I had more time to plan I could have taken all five of them. Unfortunately there was no time to plan." She snarls at me and curses under her breath. I think I hear something about my mother and a goat, but I could be mistaken.