This will be B/A soon, just not yet, but that's not saying she's with
someone else, cos she isn't, ok?
Disclaimer: What a shame, none of this belongs to me, I bet that's a surprise.
//I was born in 1981 in New York, to Joyce Julia Summers and Hank Andrew Summers. Look them up if you want, Tash, see what you can find.
My name then, was Buffy Anne Summers, and as I'm sure you've worked out I'm over 1050 years old. I wanted to tell you before but. . . //
Someone was knocking at her door. Maybe if she just ignored them they would get the message and go away. Couldn't she just be left alone, after all she had just buried her mother. But who ever it was, was persistent
//. . . I never knew how or when I should. I thought that it would put you in danger. If you ever set out to find my past, and your father, you would be hunted down. The path to your father is filled with enemies. But I'll come to that later. . . //
Someone was still at the door, banging at it non-stop. With a frustrated sigh the raven haired young woman stood and switched off the hologram. She wanted to keep her mothers secrets to herself until she actually knew what they were.
Making sure that everything was switched off she turned and entered the code to her main door, and checked to see if the person was recognised on her scan. Two seconds later the scan was completed and she knew exactly who it was.
Muttering under her breath she hit the open code and glared at the man on the other side.
"Spike."
"Well, what a nice welcome for your old friend, Natasha. What were you doing?"
"It's none of your business, but I was watching a hologram.umm."
"A hologram? Who from?"
"Um. . .no one you know, just an old friend from school. It's finished now anyway. What did you want?"
"I just wanted to check up on you, it's been pretty rough the last few days, and I wanted to make sure you were ok."
"oh. . . thanks Spike. I'm ok now." "If you're sure. . .Any way, I have some stuff of your mums for you. It's all in the bag there. I'll just leave then. . ." He turned uncertainly towards the door, having carefully placed a bag on the table by the door.
"Spike! Wait a minute! Um. . . would you just tell me the truth? How old are you?" She bit her tongue nervously, and stared him in the eye; deep bye eyes meeting ice blue ones.
"Tash, you know I don't talk about that. . ."
"No. Now you tell me. You have to be at least 400, because you said that you came from Old Earth, and that was destroyed 400 years ago. You are going to tell me, because tonight I bring an end to the lies my life has been built on!"
"Calm down. You want the truth? If I were to tell you that I was older than your mum would that give you any idea?"
"That would give me an idea, yes." She stated in a steady voice, although inside she was trembling. Her friend, her mothers' friend, her hunting buddy, was one of the Ancient Masters. A vampire that held so much strength. . .
"How? You don't know how old she was, do you?!"
"Yes I know! You're at least 1050. . . probably a lot older than that. . . "
"You really want the truth, midget?" He really didn't think she knew, how could she, unless. . .unless she got the disk. But if she got that she'd want to find her father: and probably end up dead. "I'm 1160. Now I've told you, you've got to promise me something. If you get sent a disk from your mother, don't open it. Promise me?"
Don't open it. . . Don't open it. . . why? And to promise. . .But surely, if it had already been opened she wouldn't be breaking the promise. . .if she got another disk she wouldn't open it, but this one was already open anyway.
"I promise. Any disk I get sent from this moment on, that's by mum, I won't open. You have my word."
"Alright. I've got to go now and see your sister. I'll see you later."
"Yeah, bye Spike. See you."
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He stood and looked at the closed door behind him after she left. There was just something going on that he didn't trust.
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She leaned against the door after she shut it and closed her eyes. Everything she had ever known was starting to unravel, and all that she was being left with was more questions. What was so terrible about her father that no one wanted her to find him?
Taking a deep breath she pushed way from the door and went to switch the hologram back on. It was too late to just leave it now. As the image of her mother re appeared she returned to her couch and sat back to listen.
//. . . The path to your father is filled with enemies. But I'll come to that later. As I said, I am over 1050 years old, and I've been through various names for myself over the years, but I started life as Buffy Summers in New York in 1981.
For the first 10 years of my life I lived in that city, with my family. My mum and dad weren't around all that much, but I had cousins that I loved, Cecile, Nicola, Tony and Corinna. I spent a lot of my time with them, but my cousin Cecile died when I was 7 and I never really got over it.
When I was 10 my father decided that it was best for his work if we moved to Los Angeles, a city in California. It was a nice place to live, and it was always naturally warm. I had a normal life there. I didn't know about demons and vamps back then. A lot more people know today than they did then, although even today some don't realise.
My image of the perfect world was ruined when I was only 15. That's when I was told I was a Slayer. I didn't believe it, until I staked my first vamp. I know that we usually use swords now, but back then that was too obvious and I just used a wooden stake. There was a Master in the area where I lived, not like the Ancient Masters that we fight, not so powerful, but back then I found them tough enough. I did manage to kill that vamp, but it cost me. I had to burn down the gym of my school, and I got expelled. My family was splitting up and in the end my parents divorced.
My mother moved me to a little town away from L.A, that's what we used to call Los Angeles, and I started another new life in another new place. I did make friends there, and they knew about me being the Slayer. It was great fun, those times, although, like everything, there were rough patches. But, on the whole, Sunnydale wasn't too bad. It held a lot of memories for me too.
That was where I met your dad. . .//
Ok, how was that?
Thanx to gel-gel, Werewearer and White Wolf 3, who were my first 3 reviewers on this story!
Please tell me what you think? Please!
Disclaimer: What a shame, none of this belongs to me, I bet that's a surprise.
//I was born in 1981 in New York, to Joyce Julia Summers and Hank Andrew Summers. Look them up if you want, Tash, see what you can find.
My name then, was Buffy Anne Summers, and as I'm sure you've worked out I'm over 1050 years old. I wanted to tell you before but. . . //
Someone was knocking at her door. Maybe if she just ignored them they would get the message and go away. Couldn't she just be left alone, after all she had just buried her mother. But who ever it was, was persistent
//. . . I never knew how or when I should. I thought that it would put you in danger. If you ever set out to find my past, and your father, you would be hunted down. The path to your father is filled with enemies. But I'll come to that later. . . //
Someone was still at the door, banging at it non-stop. With a frustrated sigh the raven haired young woman stood and switched off the hologram. She wanted to keep her mothers secrets to herself until she actually knew what they were.
Making sure that everything was switched off she turned and entered the code to her main door, and checked to see if the person was recognised on her scan. Two seconds later the scan was completed and she knew exactly who it was.
Muttering under her breath she hit the open code and glared at the man on the other side.
"Spike."
"Well, what a nice welcome for your old friend, Natasha. What were you doing?"
"It's none of your business, but I was watching a hologram.umm."
"A hologram? Who from?"
"Um. . .no one you know, just an old friend from school. It's finished now anyway. What did you want?"
"I just wanted to check up on you, it's been pretty rough the last few days, and I wanted to make sure you were ok."
"oh. . . thanks Spike. I'm ok now." "If you're sure. . .Any way, I have some stuff of your mums for you. It's all in the bag there. I'll just leave then. . ." He turned uncertainly towards the door, having carefully placed a bag on the table by the door.
"Spike! Wait a minute! Um. . . would you just tell me the truth? How old are you?" She bit her tongue nervously, and stared him in the eye; deep bye eyes meeting ice blue ones.
"Tash, you know I don't talk about that. . ."
"No. Now you tell me. You have to be at least 400, because you said that you came from Old Earth, and that was destroyed 400 years ago. You are going to tell me, because tonight I bring an end to the lies my life has been built on!"
"Calm down. You want the truth? If I were to tell you that I was older than your mum would that give you any idea?"
"That would give me an idea, yes." She stated in a steady voice, although inside she was trembling. Her friend, her mothers' friend, her hunting buddy, was one of the Ancient Masters. A vampire that held so much strength. . .
"How? You don't know how old she was, do you?!"
"Yes I know! You're at least 1050. . . probably a lot older than that. . . "
"You really want the truth, midget?" He really didn't think she knew, how could she, unless. . .unless she got the disk. But if she got that she'd want to find her father: and probably end up dead. "I'm 1160. Now I've told you, you've got to promise me something. If you get sent a disk from your mother, don't open it. Promise me?"
Don't open it. . . Don't open it. . . why? And to promise. . .But surely, if it had already been opened she wouldn't be breaking the promise. . .if she got another disk she wouldn't open it, but this one was already open anyway.
"I promise. Any disk I get sent from this moment on, that's by mum, I won't open. You have my word."
"Alright. I've got to go now and see your sister. I'll see you later."
"Yeah, bye Spike. See you."
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He stood and looked at the closed door behind him after she left. There was just something going on that he didn't trust.
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She leaned against the door after she shut it and closed her eyes. Everything she had ever known was starting to unravel, and all that she was being left with was more questions. What was so terrible about her father that no one wanted her to find him?
Taking a deep breath she pushed way from the door and went to switch the hologram back on. It was too late to just leave it now. As the image of her mother re appeared she returned to her couch and sat back to listen.
//. . . The path to your father is filled with enemies. But I'll come to that later. As I said, I am over 1050 years old, and I've been through various names for myself over the years, but I started life as Buffy Summers in New York in 1981.
For the first 10 years of my life I lived in that city, with my family. My mum and dad weren't around all that much, but I had cousins that I loved, Cecile, Nicola, Tony and Corinna. I spent a lot of my time with them, but my cousin Cecile died when I was 7 and I never really got over it.
When I was 10 my father decided that it was best for his work if we moved to Los Angeles, a city in California. It was a nice place to live, and it was always naturally warm. I had a normal life there. I didn't know about demons and vamps back then. A lot more people know today than they did then, although even today some don't realise.
My image of the perfect world was ruined when I was only 15. That's when I was told I was a Slayer. I didn't believe it, until I staked my first vamp. I know that we usually use swords now, but back then that was too obvious and I just used a wooden stake. There was a Master in the area where I lived, not like the Ancient Masters that we fight, not so powerful, but back then I found them tough enough. I did manage to kill that vamp, but it cost me. I had to burn down the gym of my school, and I got expelled. My family was splitting up and in the end my parents divorced.
My mother moved me to a little town away from L.A, that's what we used to call Los Angeles, and I started another new life in another new place. I did make friends there, and they knew about me being the Slayer. It was great fun, those times, although, like everything, there were rough patches. But, on the whole, Sunnydale wasn't too bad. It held a lot of memories for me too.
That was where I met your dad. . .//
Ok, how was that?
Thanx to gel-gel, Werewearer and White Wolf 3, who were my first 3 reviewers on this story!
Please tell me what you think? Please!