BTVS High
Callings-Part 2
By Emily
Buffy was perched on a seat around a large table in the next room. There were about ten suited men around her, and a seemingly leader-like man, who was identified as Quentin Travers.
"So-Why am I here?" she asked bluntly.
"Miss Summers, you have been brought here in front of the Watcher's Council to be explained and assigned your sacred duty and birthright," Quentin said placidly.
"Okay, I heard about the birthright part, but not the Council and the sacred duty," she said nervously.
"Your sacred duty is as the new Slayer. As long as there have been vampires, there as been the Slayer. Into every generation a Slayer is born. One girl, in all the world, a chosen one. One born with the strength, speed, and skill to hunt the vampires, to stop the spread of evil-need I say more? A Watcher is her trainer, her guide. This Council has been watching you, Buffy Anne Summers, and will continue watching you as you continue your duty."
Buffy gave them a blank look. "What? Vampires, Slayers-Watchers who watch the Slayers- not a very funny joke, guys. So who do you work for? My friends, mom, who?"
"No joke, Miss Summers," he said, then softly, almost to himself. "Although sometimes I too wish it were. Come," he said, returning to normal. "We will prove to you that they are real."
Buffy curiously followed the men to yet another room, this one containing several chained up men and women, their faces oddly distorted.
"Eew. Clinique facial solution hurt much?"
"Be quiet girl!" Travers said sharply. "Look closer."
She peered harder in the dark room. "Ugh-what's wrong with them? They have- fangs? Yeah, they do. Those are fangs!"
"These are vampires. There are numerous ways to annihilate---kill---them." He motioned to a suited man and he rushed forward.
"Decapitation is one." The man stepped forward, unsheathing a sword, and cleanly sliced off the head of one of the 'vampires' in front of him. Immediately the man-or was he a man?-burst into dust, and crumbled at the floor. Buffy cried out.
"Oh my God!" she screamed, and shrieked hysterically as the ones still chained up sneered and laughed cruelly at her.
"This is the most effective method. The Slayer should have one of these, a stake, on hand at all times. You must always be prepared."
The man produced what looked to Buffy like a sharpened wooden stick. He advanced on a vamp, who was seemingly powerless, and thrust the stake directly into its heart. The demon, like the other, fell to ashes. Buffy could only stare, shocked. This was the farthest thing from her mind when she got in that limousine.
"I can't believe this," she said mutely.
"Well believe it," Quentin said. "Because its what you'll be doing the rest of your life. You will be battling against vampires, demons, anything evil practically, battling against things even worse than final exams you haven't begun to study for. You must be well trained, you must be alert, you must always be ready for anything to come at the drop of a hat. You must always be prepared. Come now, you have to start training with a temporary Watcher, just until we can find you a permanent one."
The older man turned his back and started down yet another hallway. Buffy followed, thinking, 'The rest of my life?'
Three days later, Buffy was really getting the Slaying down. She was out with her temporary Watcher, Merrick, on her first real kill. The kindly man was supportive of the young woman, and understood, or tried to understand, what she was going through. Buffy had told only Willow what happened that night, even though it was supposed to be a deadly secret. She hadn't even told her mother.
"Careful, Buffy, here comes one," Merrick called.
Buffy got in position and waited for the vamp to approach, casually adding a remark.
"Well, well, lookie what we got here." The male vampire rushed Buffy and she responded with a swift kick to the head, sending him stumbling with a curse. The Slayer had been amazed with her newfound powers, still not knowing exactly how strong she was and what she was capable of. Back to the attack, Buffy quickly punched his gut and pinned him, pulling out a stake from her back pocket and ramming it-through his stomach.
"The heart, Buffy, the heart!" Her Watcher called.
"Oops!" she cried, then staked him again, this time successfully. He turned to dust with a poof! and Buffy got up, brushing herself off.
"You need to be more careful, Buffy." The Watcher scolded her. Then, at her puppy-dog eyes: "But good job dear; very successful for your first kill. I think you're ready for your real Watcher now."
"Yeah, Buff, good job!" cheered Willow, who was sitting on a grave.
"Will?" Buffy cried, surprised. "What are you doing here?"
Willow frowned. "Sorry, Buffy. They practically beat it out of me."
"Who's they?" asked Merrick.
Xander, Anya, and Oz stepped out from behind various hiding places.
"I knew she was up to something," Oz contemplated.
Xander just grinned. "Yay! Now we've got our own SuperBuff! Hey, get it? She's Super Buff! SuperBuff!"
"Yes, we get it, honey." Anya patted his arm and smiled at Buffy.
"Oh, great," the Slayer muttered.
TBC.
I'm so so so sorry it took so long. I actually planned to have this chap out like months ago, by the latest. But you know how school is, plus I had a stomach virus. Hope you liked! Please review. ~Em })i({
Buffy was perched on a seat around a large table in the next room. There were about ten suited men around her, and a seemingly leader-like man, who was identified as Quentin Travers.
"So-Why am I here?" she asked bluntly.
"Miss Summers, you have been brought here in front of the Watcher's Council to be explained and assigned your sacred duty and birthright," Quentin said placidly.
"Okay, I heard about the birthright part, but not the Council and the sacred duty," she said nervously.
"Your sacred duty is as the new Slayer. As long as there have been vampires, there as been the Slayer. Into every generation a Slayer is born. One girl, in all the world, a chosen one. One born with the strength, speed, and skill to hunt the vampires, to stop the spread of evil-need I say more? A Watcher is her trainer, her guide. This Council has been watching you, Buffy Anne Summers, and will continue watching you as you continue your duty."
Buffy gave them a blank look. "What? Vampires, Slayers-Watchers who watch the Slayers- not a very funny joke, guys. So who do you work for? My friends, mom, who?"
"No joke, Miss Summers," he said, then softly, almost to himself. "Although sometimes I too wish it were. Come," he said, returning to normal. "We will prove to you that they are real."
Buffy curiously followed the men to yet another room, this one containing several chained up men and women, their faces oddly distorted.
"Eew. Clinique facial solution hurt much?"
"Be quiet girl!" Travers said sharply. "Look closer."
She peered harder in the dark room. "Ugh-what's wrong with them? They have- fangs? Yeah, they do. Those are fangs!"
"These are vampires. There are numerous ways to annihilate---kill---them." He motioned to a suited man and he rushed forward.
"Decapitation is one." The man stepped forward, unsheathing a sword, and cleanly sliced off the head of one of the 'vampires' in front of him. Immediately the man-or was he a man?-burst into dust, and crumbled at the floor. Buffy cried out.
"Oh my God!" she screamed, and shrieked hysterically as the ones still chained up sneered and laughed cruelly at her.
"This is the most effective method. The Slayer should have one of these, a stake, on hand at all times. You must always be prepared."
The man produced what looked to Buffy like a sharpened wooden stick. He advanced on a vamp, who was seemingly powerless, and thrust the stake directly into its heart. The demon, like the other, fell to ashes. Buffy could only stare, shocked. This was the farthest thing from her mind when she got in that limousine.
"I can't believe this," she said mutely.
"Well believe it," Quentin said. "Because its what you'll be doing the rest of your life. You will be battling against vampires, demons, anything evil practically, battling against things even worse than final exams you haven't begun to study for. You must be well trained, you must be alert, you must always be ready for anything to come at the drop of a hat. You must always be prepared. Come now, you have to start training with a temporary Watcher, just until we can find you a permanent one."
The older man turned his back and started down yet another hallway. Buffy followed, thinking, 'The rest of my life?'
Three days later, Buffy was really getting the Slaying down. She was out with her temporary Watcher, Merrick, on her first real kill. The kindly man was supportive of the young woman, and understood, or tried to understand, what she was going through. Buffy had told only Willow what happened that night, even though it was supposed to be a deadly secret. She hadn't even told her mother.
"Careful, Buffy, here comes one," Merrick called.
Buffy got in position and waited for the vamp to approach, casually adding a remark.
"Well, well, lookie what we got here." The male vampire rushed Buffy and she responded with a swift kick to the head, sending him stumbling with a curse. The Slayer had been amazed with her newfound powers, still not knowing exactly how strong she was and what she was capable of. Back to the attack, Buffy quickly punched his gut and pinned him, pulling out a stake from her back pocket and ramming it-through his stomach.
"The heart, Buffy, the heart!" Her Watcher called.
"Oops!" she cried, then staked him again, this time successfully. He turned to dust with a poof! and Buffy got up, brushing herself off.
"You need to be more careful, Buffy." The Watcher scolded her. Then, at her puppy-dog eyes: "But good job dear; very successful for your first kill. I think you're ready for your real Watcher now."
"Yeah, Buff, good job!" cheered Willow, who was sitting on a grave.
"Will?" Buffy cried, surprised. "What are you doing here?"
Willow frowned. "Sorry, Buffy. They practically beat it out of me."
"Who's they?" asked Merrick.
Xander, Anya, and Oz stepped out from behind various hiding places.
"I knew she was up to something," Oz contemplated.
Xander just grinned. "Yay! Now we've got our own SuperBuff! Hey, get it? She's Super Buff! SuperBuff!"
"Yes, we get it, honey." Anya patted his arm and smiled at Buffy.
"Oh, great," the Slayer muttered.
TBC.
I'm so so so sorry it took so long. I actually planned to have this chap out like months ago, by the latest. But you know how school is, plus I had a stomach virus. Hope you liked! Please review. ~Em })i({