Title: Ghosts of the Past: Book One of the Legacy of the Slayer Trilogy
Author: DarkStar Disclaimer: Anything on the show isn't my property. Spoilers: Not many that actually happens on the show. Most of the stuff is altered so if you're new to Buffy don't think that everything I say happens on Buffy: The Vampire Slayer.
Feedback: PLEASE! I really need some constructive criticism or advice any of you may have.
Chapter One: Hi, I'm Ashley!
The morning breeze blew in though her bedroom window. The sun was just rising over the horizon and shed a soft ray of light into her room, which landed on her lightly tanned face. However, her rest was soon interrupted by the ringing sound of her alarm clock.
Ashley Vaughn unknowingly erupted from her slumber and threw her hand on her alarm clock, thereby by stopping the aggravating beeping noise and breaking the third one since she had learned of her previously unknown strength.
She could still remember the day she went out with her old boyfriend, Samuel Miller. The night was wonderful and on a spur-of-the-moment decision they shifted the car into park on a less visited corner of Make- Out Point. It was the night a fist punched though the driver's side window of Samuel's car and when she saw her unsuspecting boyfriend be dragged out with it. When she jumped out of the car she saw a strange man's lips at the neck of her dark-haired boyfriend, and then she realized what was going on.
She ran.she didn't know how long, but she ran. She ran until she heard heavy footsteps behind her and then she panicked. As it came to pass it was an old man running to catch her; a man called Mr. John Larrinburg. And ever since that night she was Ashley Vaughn: The Vampire Slayer.
As the months went by her encounters with vampires and other demons were limited. Her nights patrolling Atlanta and its surrounding suburbs were just as eventful as occasionally stopping a man from taking a woman's purse.but on the slaying basis she killed 4 vamps a week. Then, on a special operation by the Council, it was arranged that she and her family would move to Sunnydale because of the threat the Hell Mouth imposed on the world.
And so here she was. Waking up to a new morning in a new town in a virtually new world. As she went through her morning rituals, sometimes meaning to go into the bathroom but instead walking into the linen closet. It would take her a while to get used to this new house layout.
However, her biggest dilemma came in what to wear. She knew it would be fine as long as she didn't have the 'slayer' look, but somehow it seemed impossible. Everything she wore she noticed didn't change the look of being a slayer. Eventually she was down with a purple, loose-neck sweater and faded jeans. She let her shoulder length red hair hang straight and curled the ends of her hair slightly in-ward.
Before she knew it she was stepping out of her mom's black Trailblazer and walking up towards the school. Thoughts ran through her head of what people would think about her. The term 'new girl' sent chills down her spine for some reason.
*******
Eric Douglas raced up to his blonde-haired friend, Collin Johnson and immediately questioned him about the new girl.
Collin merely laughed and said: "Listen dude, I don't know anything about here.oh.here she comes."
Eric turned around and saw the very embodiment of his dream girl walk through the double doors of the entrance hall of the school. He looked back to Colin and then decided that he would 'attempt' to talk to her.
"Hey," said Eric, stuffing his hands in his pockets, "you're new right?"
Ashley smiled, she knew someone would call her that, "Yeah, I-I "m from Atlanta. And I'm kinda lost."
"Oh, well.what are you trying to find?"
"The principal's office."
"Oh, Snyder's lair.just go through that door," he pointed to the glass and metal door to her left, "and straight down the hallway beside the desk and Snyder's door is the first on the right."
Ashley smiled, "Thanks," as she began to walk off then stopped herself and looked back at him, "I'm sorry, where are my manners.I didn't even introduce myself! I'm Ashley Vaughn."
Eric smiled back, "Eric Douglas."
"Its was nice to meet you." She said and then walked straight through the door and towards Snyder's office.
Eric sighed and brushed his hand through his short brown hair.
*******
The sound of papers hitting a desk abruptly shot Ashley out of her thoughts.
"So we have a new girl joining us this semester." Snyder said as he eyed her papers.
"Yes sir, that's me." Ashley made no effort to cover up the fact she was nervous. To her, Snyder looked like a miniature bald troll that could lash out at any moment.
"Your record reads nicely, straight A's, only one write up for a tardy to class.looks like you're an almost perfect student."
"Thank you sir." Ashley smiled.
"Just behave and do exactly as I say and I won't expel you.have a nice day." He handed to her, her schedule.
"You too sir." Ashley said as she left.
*******
Ashley rushed down E-hall until she came to room 128. She walked into the room and was met by a small hallway with two doors on her right, one labeled 'Storage' and the other labeled 'Dark Room'. To her left was a window that looked into the teacher's office. Then she stepped out into the classroom with a very large space full of different modules and students at work in them, to her left and to her right was lecture area with six rows of desks, each the bottom row sat on the floor and each other row was seated on a risen step about a foot higher than the previous.
She eyed her schedule at her schedule to make sure she was in the right class. Indeed she was, Modular Technology with Mrs. Becky Edenfield.
She walked up to her blonde teacher who was busy at work in the modules helping students. After two minutes Ashley was put in Photographic Development and was partnered with a bleach-blonde with faint blue streaks in her hair named Sherri Connely.
After a brief period of silence between the new acquaintances, the two 16 year old girls began to talk and found out that they had a lot in common. By the end of the period Ashley had found out that Sherri was an Honor's student, had straight A's all her life and was going out with a 22 year old construction worker. She also learned that Sherri was not the most popular girl in school, as a matter of fact she was considered by most as braniac poor-white trash girl from New York.
The two girls also got into a deep conversation about their past. Ashley told her of Sam's death but not by what and just some knick-knacs from Atlanta. Sherri's was much more complicated, and it took a lot of pleading from Ashley to get it out of her. Sherri had lived in New York for 14 years, and when she lived there she had a father that abused her mother and did other things to Sherri (Sherri never gave the details on the other, but Ashley knew what she meant.) Finally, at the age of 12 her mother went to the police and her father was locked up for 30 years. When she was 13, two months from her birthday, money was tight around the house and her mom shot herself over a bottle of vodka and Sherri was sent to a foster home here in Sunnydale.
When Ashley face went from shocked to sad Sherri smiled, "Don't feel sorry for me, I'm fine."
"I just-it sounds very lonely."
"Nah, I'm happy.my foster parents, Richard and Tina, are great! And I'm happy with my boyfriend, I actually think I got the good end of the deal."
Needless to say, the girls exchanged numbers and left the class feeling like they were best friends.
*******
Ashley followed the crowds down B-Hall until she reached room 126, Mrs. Faye Singletary, and asked the elderly teacher where to sit. The teacher pointed out the fifth desk on the second row, where Ashley soon sat down. Ashley watched as the rest of her homeroom class filtered in through the door.
A brunette followed by two blondes and a redhead came and sat down beside her. The brunette took the seat in front of her, the two blondes on both sides of her and the redhead sat behind her.
The brunette turned to her: "Oh hi," she said, "Umm, I don't believe I know you. Are you new?"
"Yeah," Ashley replied, "Just moved here from Atlanta.I'm Ashley Vaughn."
"Nice to meet you," said the brunette, "I'm Carolyn James."
"Nice to meet you too." Ashley smiled.
Thereafter Carolyn proceeded to introduce Ashley to the other three girls. The red head sitting behind her was named Brenda Thompson, and the two blondes were twins, Krysta and Krystal Bailey. All four of them were cheerleaders on the Sunnydale High Varsity Cheerleading Squad, and Carolyn was the CO-captain. After about fifteen minutes of simple chatting, that Ashley was about to die of boredom from, Krysta turned to Ashley and said:
"Are the Ashley Vaughn from Herrington High?"
Ashley had hoped that question wouldn't come up. She had been a cheerleader at her old school, indeed.she was the best freshman cheerleader the Herrington squad had ever had. It was about her mid-freshman year that the cheerleading coach came to her and asked her to attend the state competition, and of course Ashley agreed. Sam, who was a junior, was proud of her and was there when the judges rated her squad as the third best in the state and named her as the second best individual cheerleader next to some extremely talented girl from South Georgia.
The top three squads were then asked to attend Nationals and her squad was ranked eighth, the highest Georgia rank, and she was named eleventh best cheerleader in the country. All in all it was a big year for her, but when Sam was killed and Mr. Larrinburg told her that she was the slayer she dropped out of cheerleading and had hoped that same rep wouldn't follow her here.but it did.
But she wasn't going to lie to the girls: "Yes, I am."
The next minute or so was confusing due to all four girls talking at once, as if she was Avril Lavigne who just walked in, but soon Carolyn was the only one talking.
"You could do so much for our squad, were only the worst in California!" Carolyn stated, "You have to help us.come to practice after school at three thirty.please!"
Ashley couldn't believe this, someone asking her to go to somewhere.begging more or less, "Sure, I guess."
"Great, meet us in the gym after the bell."
*******
The rest of the day was relatively uneventful. Her second period was Algebra II with Miss Carrie Crowe, a 28-year-old fresh-out-of-college teacher. She was pretty, dark hair streaked with colors of golden blonde and she was incredibly thin. Her third period was US History with Mr. Gary Ford, a 57 year old Republican who had a talent for dozing off in class and causing other students to nod off also. She shared Algebra II and US History with Sherri and Eric was also in her US History class with her.
Her fourth period class proved to be the most devastating. Not because of disaster, but because she shared it with half of the cheerleaders from the Varsity squad.
When she walked into the room, which was about four times the size of a regular science room, Carolyn and Krysta signaled her to come to over to them, and so she did. She figured that at least she knew someone in the class and wouldn't have to deal with that 'new girl' feel.
When she got over there it was more than obvious she was in the midst of the 'prep' crowd. There were very pretty blondes, and preppy brunettes, her and Brenda were the only redheads. However, Ashley couldn't complain because there were some extremely hot guys in the crowd too.
One in particular that she noticed would sneak looks at her every now and then, mainly because he would catch her eyeing him, really caught her attention. He had a beautiful face, evenly tanned, defined jaw line, white teeth, and deep blue eyes. He had blonde hair, although Ashley had the suspicion his hair was naturally dark. He was tall, about 6'2, he was slim but it was obvious that he worked out.
Little did she know, he felt the same way. He couldn't help it. When he saw her earlier in the day he did everything he could to find out who she was, only to find out that no one knew. But when he asked Carolyn she immediately set herself on the course to get him and Ashley hooked up. He was snapped out of his thoughts by Carolyn's voice:
"And this is Parker Robinson," Carolyn eyed Parker.
Parker held out his hand, "Nice to meet you." He noticed how soft and warm her hands were.
"Nice to meet you too." Ashley smiled.
"OKAY class, take your seats." Said their husky teacher, Mrs. Amphrodesia Roundtree, emerging from her office. As it turned out she was an excellent choral teacher who had a voice that would make a lion cry.in pain.
Author: DarkStar Disclaimer: Anything on the show isn't my property. Spoilers: Not many that actually happens on the show. Most of the stuff is altered so if you're new to Buffy don't think that everything I say happens on Buffy: The Vampire Slayer.
Feedback: PLEASE! I really need some constructive criticism or advice any of you may have.
Chapter One: Hi, I'm Ashley!
The morning breeze blew in though her bedroom window. The sun was just rising over the horizon and shed a soft ray of light into her room, which landed on her lightly tanned face. However, her rest was soon interrupted by the ringing sound of her alarm clock.
Ashley Vaughn unknowingly erupted from her slumber and threw her hand on her alarm clock, thereby by stopping the aggravating beeping noise and breaking the third one since she had learned of her previously unknown strength.
She could still remember the day she went out with her old boyfriend, Samuel Miller. The night was wonderful and on a spur-of-the-moment decision they shifted the car into park on a less visited corner of Make- Out Point. It was the night a fist punched though the driver's side window of Samuel's car and when she saw her unsuspecting boyfriend be dragged out with it. When she jumped out of the car she saw a strange man's lips at the neck of her dark-haired boyfriend, and then she realized what was going on.
She ran.she didn't know how long, but she ran. She ran until she heard heavy footsteps behind her and then she panicked. As it came to pass it was an old man running to catch her; a man called Mr. John Larrinburg. And ever since that night she was Ashley Vaughn: The Vampire Slayer.
As the months went by her encounters with vampires and other demons were limited. Her nights patrolling Atlanta and its surrounding suburbs were just as eventful as occasionally stopping a man from taking a woman's purse.but on the slaying basis she killed 4 vamps a week. Then, on a special operation by the Council, it was arranged that she and her family would move to Sunnydale because of the threat the Hell Mouth imposed on the world.
And so here she was. Waking up to a new morning in a new town in a virtually new world. As she went through her morning rituals, sometimes meaning to go into the bathroom but instead walking into the linen closet. It would take her a while to get used to this new house layout.
However, her biggest dilemma came in what to wear. She knew it would be fine as long as she didn't have the 'slayer' look, but somehow it seemed impossible. Everything she wore she noticed didn't change the look of being a slayer. Eventually she was down with a purple, loose-neck sweater and faded jeans. She let her shoulder length red hair hang straight and curled the ends of her hair slightly in-ward.
Before she knew it she was stepping out of her mom's black Trailblazer and walking up towards the school. Thoughts ran through her head of what people would think about her. The term 'new girl' sent chills down her spine for some reason.
*******
Eric Douglas raced up to his blonde-haired friend, Collin Johnson and immediately questioned him about the new girl.
Collin merely laughed and said: "Listen dude, I don't know anything about here.oh.here she comes."
Eric turned around and saw the very embodiment of his dream girl walk through the double doors of the entrance hall of the school. He looked back to Colin and then decided that he would 'attempt' to talk to her.
"Hey," said Eric, stuffing his hands in his pockets, "you're new right?"
Ashley smiled, she knew someone would call her that, "Yeah, I-I "m from Atlanta. And I'm kinda lost."
"Oh, well.what are you trying to find?"
"The principal's office."
"Oh, Snyder's lair.just go through that door," he pointed to the glass and metal door to her left, "and straight down the hallway beside the desk and Snyder's door is the first on the right."
Ashley smiled, "Thanks," as she began to walk off then stopped herself and looked back at him, "I'm sorry, where are my manners.I didn't even introduce myself! I'm Ashley Vaughn."
Eric smiled back, "Eric Douglas."
"Its was nice to meet you." She said and then walked straight through the door and towards Snyder's office.
Eric sighed and brushed his hand through his short brown hair.
*******
The sound of papers hitting a desk abruptly shot Ashley out of her thoughts.
"So we have a new girl joining us this semester." Snyder said as he eyed her papers.
"Yes sir, that's me." Ashley made no effort to cover up the fact she was nervous. To her, Snyder looked like a miniature bald troll that could lash out at any moment.
"Your record reads nicely, straight A's, only one write up for a tardy to class.looks like you're an almost perfect student."
"Thank you sir." Ashley smiled.
"Just behave and do exactly as I say and I won't expel you.have a nice day." He handed to her, her schedule.
"You too sir." Ashley said as she left.
*******
Ashley rushed down E-hall until she came to room 128. She walked into the room and was met by a small hallway with two doors on her right, one labeled 'Storage' and the other labeled 'Dark Room'. To her left was a window that looked into the teacher's office. Then she stepped out into the classroom with a very large space full of different modules and students at work in them, to her left and to her right was lecture area with six rows of desks, each the bottom row sat on the floor and each other row was seated on a risen step about a foot higher than the previous.
She eyed her schedule at her schedule to make sure she was in the right class. Indeed she was, Modular Technology with Mrs. Becky Edenfield.
She walked up to her blonde teacher who was busy at work in the modules helping students. After two minutes Ashley was put in Photographic Development and was partnered with a bleach-blonde with faint blue streaks in her hair named Sherri Connely.
After a brief period of silence between the new acquaintances, the two 16 year old girls began to talk and found out that they had a lot in common. By the end of the period Ashley had found out that Sherri was an Honor's student, had straight A's all her life and was going out with a 22 year old construction worker. She also learned that Sherri was not the most popular girl in school, as a matter of fact she was considered by most as braniac poor-white trash girl from New York.
The two girls also got into a deep conversation about their past. Ashley told her of Sam's death but not by what and just some knick-knacs from Atlanta. Sherri's was much more complicated, and it took a lot of pleading from Ashley to get it out of her. Sherri had lived in New York for 14 years, and when she lived there she had a father that abused her mother and did other things to Sherri (Sherri never gave the details on the other, but Ashley knew what she meant.) Finally, at the age of 12 her mother went to the police and her father was locked up for 30 years. When she was 13, two months from her birthday, money was tight around the house and her mom shot herself over a bottle of vodka and Sherri was sent to a foster home here in Sunnydale.
When Ashley face went from shocked to sad Sherri smiled, "Don't feel sorry for me, I'm fine."
"I just-it sounds very lonely."
"Nah, I'm happy.my foster parents, Richard and Tina, are great! And I'm happy with my boyfriend, I actually think I got the good end of the deal."
Needless to say, the girls exchanged numbers and left the class feeling like they were best friends.
*******
Ashley followed the crowds down B-Hall until she reached room 126, Mrs. Faye Singletary, and asked the elderly teacher where to sit. The teacher pointed out the fifth desk on the second row, where Ashley soon sat down. Ashley watched as the rest of her homeroom class filtered in through the door.
A brunette followed by two blondes and a redhead came and sat down beside her. The brunette took the seat in front of her, the two blondes on both sides of her and the redhead sat behind her.
The brunette turned to her: "Oh hi," she said, "Umm, I don't believe I know you. Are you new?"
"Yeah," Ashley replied, "Just moved here from Atlanta.I'm Ashley Vaughn."
"Nice to meet you," said the brunette, "I'm Carolyn James."
"Nice to meet you too." Ashley smiled.
Thereafter Carolyn proceeded to introduce Ashley to the other three girls. The red head sitting behind her was named Brenda Thompson, and the two blondes were twins, Krysta and Krystal Bailey. All four of them were cheerleaders on the Sunnydale High Varsity Cheerleading Squad, and Carolyn was the CO-captain. After about fifteen minutes of simple chatting, that Ashley was about to die of boredom from, Krysta turned to Ashley and said:
"Are the Ashley Vaughn from Herrington High?"
Ashley had hoped that question wouldn't come up. She had been a cheerleader at her old school, indeed.she was the best freshman cheerleader the Herrington squad had ever had. It was about her mid-freshman year that the cheerleading coach came to her and asked her to attend the state competition, and of course Ashley agreed. Sam, who was a junior, was proud of her and was there when the judges rated her squad as the third best in the state and named her as the second best individual cheerleader next to some extremely talented girl from South Georgia.
The top three squads were then asked to attend Nationals and her squad was ranked eighth, the highest Georgia rank, and she was named eleventh best cheerleader in the country. All in all it was a big year for her, but when Sam was killed and Mr. Larrinburg told her that she was the slayer she dropped out of cheerleading and had hoped that same rep wouldn't follow her here.but it did.
But she wasn't going to lie to the girls: "Yes, I am."
The next minute or so was confusing due to all four girls talking at once, as if she was Avril Lavigne who just walked in, but soon Carolyn was the only one talking.
"You could do so much for our squad, were only the worst in California!" Carolyn stated, "You have to help us.come to practice after school at three thirty.please!"
Ashley couldn't believe this, someone asking her to go to somewhere.begging more or less, "Sure, I guess."
"Great, meet us in the gym after the bell."
*******
The rest of the day was relatively uneventful. Her second period was Algebra II with Miss Carrie Crowe, a 28-year-old fresh-out-of-college teacher. She was pretty, dark hair streaked with colors of golden blonde and she was incredibly thin. Her third period was US History with Mr. Gary Ford, a 57 year old Republican who had a talent for dozing off in class and causing other students to nod off also. She shared Algebra II and US History with Sherri and Eric was also in her US History class with her.
Her fourth period class proved to be the most devastating. Not because of disaster, but because she shared it with half of the cheerleaders from the Varsity squad.
When she walked into the room, which was about four times the size of a regular science room, Carolyn and Krysta signaled her to come to over to them, and so she did. She figured that at least she knew someone in the class and wouldn't have to deal with that 'new girl' feel.
When she got over there it was more than obvious she was in the midst of the 'prep' crowd. There were very pretty blondes, and preppy brunettes, her and Brenda were the only redheads. However, Ashley couldn't complain because there were some extremely hot guys in the crowd too.
One in particular that she noticed would sneak looks at her every now and then, mainly because he would catch her eyeing him, really caught her attention. He had a beautiful face, evenly tanned, defined jaw line, white teeth, and deep blue eyes. He had blonde hair, although Ashley had the suspicion his hair was naturally dark. He was tall, about 6'2, he was slim but it was obvious that he worked out.
Little did she know, he felt the same way. He couldn't help it. When he saw her earlier in the day he did everything he could to find out who she was, only to find out that no one knew. But when he asked Carolyn she immediately set herself on the course to get him and Ashley hooked up. He was snapped out of his thoughts by Carolyn's voice:
"And this is Parker Robinson," Carolyn eyed Parker.
Parker held out his hand, "Nice to meet you." He noticed how soft and warm her hands were.
"Nice to meet you too." Ashley smiled.
"OKAY class, take your seats." Said their husky teacher, Mrs. Amphrodesia Roundtree, emerging from her office. As it turned out she was an excellent choral teacher who had a voice that would make a lion cry.in pain.