Story: Brenn
Summary: A third vampire slayer is in the world now. She must face her past, which is mysterously connected to one of the Buffy characters.
A little note: this is happening somewhere in the 6th season.
Chapter 1
Dawn's Party
Dawn woke up and stretched. For some reason she was feeling really happy and excited. She glanced at the calendar, April 5th. What was so special about the 5th of April. Then she remembered. Her party.
"Buffy! Do we have everything for tonight?" she asked her big sister.
"Almost! I'm sending Willow to the store to pick up the last of the stuff," Buffy answered from downstairs.
"Xander is coming to pick us up, right?"
"Yes, after school."
Dawn went into the bathroom. She turned on the shower and started to think about all that could go wrong. No, she told herself. Everything would go right, no vampires, no demons. It had to go right, because she invited a junior, and if she said Dawn was cool, than her social status would take a huge step up.
"Dawn, hurry up! Your going to be late.
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Xander was sitting across the street from the school, waiting for the bell to ring. He started to involuntarily hum along to the radio. He was listening to an oldies station, not his choice, but the van he borrowed from one of his buddies at work was old and beat-up, so it didn't have a tape deck, CD player, or get any stations but this one. He looked back and counted the seats. Five. And the one beside him made six. Buffy had informed him that Dawn had invited 8. He figured a couple would either have to share a seat or sit on the floor.
RIIIIIIIIIIIING
The bell had rung and immediately kids began streaming out of the door. He got out of the van so Dawn could see him, and leaned against the driver's side door.
Dawn walked out the door, followed by a huge group of girls. She looked around searching for him.
"Dawn!" he shouted, waving his arms. "Over here!"
She saw him, walked over, and gave the van a look of disgust.
"Hey, it wasn't my choice, all right?"
"Whatever."
They all got in, but the last girl getting in caught his eye. She was wearing a black hat, her hair pushed up under it, and sunglasses, so dark he couldn't see her eyes or anything beneath the dark lenses. She got in the door and pushed her way to the very back.
"What, are you trying to hide from someone or something?" he joked, looking at her through the rear-view mirror. The girl returned the look, her mouth a thin line. She tilted her sunglasses down, glared at
him, and gave him the middle finger.
"Okay," he said to himself," some people have no sense of humour."
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Buffy was racing around the kitchen, setting out the snacks. She knew how much this party meant to her, she couldn't screw it up.
Willow came downstairs, Tara behind her.
"Should we bring out board games, or are fifteen-year-old girls too old for that?" Willow asked, holding Monopoly in her hands.
"I don't know. Dawn plans to go to the Bronze, they might play after they come back."
"Oh, okay."
"Buffy! I'm home!" Dawn called, coming in the door. The others followed her in. Xander was trailing behind with the bags. Most of them were light, but one in particular he was having trouble with. It weighed a ton. He dropped it on the floor as soon as he got a couple feet in. It hit the floor, making a crashing sound.
"Watch it!" the girl in the hat and sunglasses exclaimed. She huffed over to the bag, picked it up, and hefted it over her shoulders.
Xander's mouth dropped in amazement. He knew how much that bag weighed. How did she do it?
"How di-" he was cut off by Buffy calling from the kitchen, "Snacks!"
All of the girls went into the kitchen, except for the one girl. She put her bag down and wandered into the living room. Finally she took off the hat and glasses.
Blonde hair cascaded down to her shoulders, and bright blue eyes sparkled underneath barely visible eyebrows. Xander looked her over, really looking at her. She was about five foot five and a half. Tall and slim, she had a long body and slender limbs. She wore all black. Her shirt was skin tight, with elbow length sleeves. He pants were plain, tight black jeans, and her shoes jet black sneakers. She kept standing, looking at one place in the wall for a few minutes, then joined the rest of them in the kitchen.
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At the Bronze, Xander was still staring at the girl. He hadn't asked her her name. He tried to look away, but her clothes didn't help much. She was still wearing black, but these clothes left a little less to the imagination. She was wearing a black spagetti-strap tank
top that stopped just below her ribs. Her pants were black leather, the really tight kind. She was wearing black boots. That was all, except her gold necklace and butterfly tattoo and her right shoulder blade.
She dropped something on the floor and bent over to pick it up. Xander craned his neck to get a better view.
"What an ass," he murmured.
"Xander!" Buffy snapped at him. "She's fifteen."
"Looks a little older than that."
"So what, she's still too young for you."
"You have to admit she's hot."
"She is Buffy."
"Willow!"
"What?"
Tara started to chew Willow out. Xander turned away, tuning them out. He glanced at Dawn's friend again. She had walked over to the pool table. 'This is my chance' he thought to himself, 'I'll teach her to play pool.'
He sauntered over, stopping when another boy began to talk to her. He got a little closer, eavesdropping on their conversation.
"Hey hottie."
"Fuck off."
"C'mon, don't be that way. I checked you out and knew right away that we were compatible."
"And I repeat, Fuck off."
"I don't think I have to do what you tell me to."
"Can you not take a fricken clue?"
"You don't have to be such a bitch, but then again, that turns me on even more. Do you know why?"
"Frankly, I don't know, and don't really care."
"Stop being like that and give me your number."
She didn't give him any warning, she just kicked him, right where it hurt. Then he left, not quite walking right. Xander thought this would be the perfect opportunity to make a good impression.
"Don't you hate guys like that?" he asked.
"With a flaming passion," she answered, looking him in the eyes, then giving him the once over. "Not bad," she murmured.
"I'm Xander, if you were wondering."
"I wasn't."
"What's your name."
"Brenn."
"Nice. How long have you been friends with Dawn?"
"Couple days. I moved here a week ago. She must have felt sorry for me and invited me."
"So that's why you're not over there with them."
"That'd be it."
He couldn't think of anything else to say. This Brenn girl seemed like she didn't want anyone to mess with her, but maybe she was shy because she's new.
"It was weird when she invited me. I really didn't know her. I'm almost 17 and a grade ahead of her. Maybe Mandy told her about me. Or, maybe it's because we're both in the advanced computer class."
"Hey Brenn! Come meet this guy," one of Dawn's friends called. "He says he's from Seattle too!"
Brenn went over and Xander returned to Willow, Buffy, and Tara.
"You, outside!"
Xander whipped around. That was Brenn's voice. She kicked him over, yanked him up, dragged him out the door.
"What the hell?" Buffy followed. So did Dawn, Tara, Willow, and Xander. He opened the door and immediately had to dodge a flying stake.
"What do you think you are doing, following me from Seattle, huh?" Brenn asked, slamming the guy up against a wall.
"Just following orders, Miss Slayer, ma'am," the guy stuttered out.
"Well, my orders are to kill vampires, so buy-bye!" Brenn pulled a stake out of her shoe, tossed it into the air, and plunged it into the guy's chest. He burst into dust.
"So much for a vampire free party," Dawn said with a sigh.
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Back at the house all of Dawn's friends had gone to bed except for Brenn. She and Dawn were talking to Buffy and the rest of the Scoobies.
"Let me get this straight, your a slayer?" Xander asked again.
"How can that be. Did Faith die or something?" Willow wondered.
Dawn was confused. How could Faith be dead? She was in a high security prison, and none of the inmates would be able to take her on.
"I don't know. About a year ago this old guy came up to me on the street and told me I was destined to be the Slayer. The old one had died, so it was my turn to keep the legacy going, or something like that."
Everyone was quiet for a minute. They knew what had happened. A new Slayer had been called when Buffy had died.
"Who is your Watcher?" Buffy asked.
"Don't have one."
"Why?"
Brenn didn't answer. She wasn't going to tell them why she didn't have a watcher or why she was here, and if they asked, she was lying.
"Died"
"Why are you in Sunnydale?"
"Don't know, felt like coming here."
"Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa," Dawn yawned.
"You'd better get to bed, Dawnie," Willow said. "You too, Brenn.
Neither argued. They were dead tired.
(A/N)
I told you, didn't I, SpikesLittleBit, that chapter 1 would be up. thank you sooooo much for reviewing. I'm loving 'Take the Coda'. Cool name. At least someone out there knows musical terms.
Beth
Summary: A third vampire slayer is in the world now. She must face her past, which is mysterously connected to one of the Buffy characters.
A little note: this is happening somewhere in the 6th season.
Chapter 1
Dawn's Party
Dawn woke up and stretched. For some reason she was feeling really happy and excited. She glanced at the calendar, April 5th. What was so special about the 5th of April. Then she remembered. Her party.
"Buffy! Do we have everything for tonight?" she asked her big sister.
"Almost! I'm sending Willow to the store to pick up the last of the stuff," Buffy answered from downstairs.
"Xander is coming to pick us up, right?"
"Yes, after school."
Dawn went into the bathroom. She turned on the shower and started to think about all that could go wrong. No, she told herself. Everything would go right, no vampires, no demons. It had to go right, because she invited a junior, and if she said Dawn was cool, than her social status would take a huge step up.
"Dawn, hurry up! Your going to be late.
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Xander was sitting across the street from the school, waiting for the bell to ring. He started to involuntarily hum along to the radio. He was listening to an oldies station, not his choice, but the van he borrowed from one of his buddies at work was old and beat-up, so it didn't have a tape deck, CD player, or get any stations but this one. He looked back and counted the seats. Five. And the one beside him made six. Buffy had informed him that Dawn had invited 8. He figured a couple would either have to share a seat or sit on the floor.
RIIIIIIIIIIIING
The bell had rung and immediately kids began streaming out of the door. He got out of the van so Dawn could see him, and leaned against the driver's side door.
Dawn walked out the door, followed by a huge group of girls. She looked around searching for him.
"Dawn!" he shouted, waving his arms. "Over here!"
She saw him, walked over, and gave the van a look of disgust.
"Hey, it wasn't my choice, all right?"
"Whatever."
They all got in, but the last girl getting in caught his eye. She was wearing a black hat, her hair pushed up under it, and sunglasses, so dark he couldn't see her eyes or anything beneath the dark lenses. She got in the door and pushed her way to the very back.
"What, are you trying to hide from someone or something?" he joked, looking at her through the rear-view mirror. The girl returned the look, her mouth a thin line. She tilted her sunglasses down, glared at
him, and gave him the middle finger.
"Okay," he said to himself," some people have no sense of humour."
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Buffy was racing around the kitchen, setting out the snacks. She knew how much this party meant to her, she couldn't screw it up.
Willow came downstairs, Tara behind her.
"Should we bring out board games, or are fifteen-year-old girls too old for that?" Willow asked, holding Monopoly in her hands.
"I don't know. Dawn plans to go to the Bronze, they might play after they come back."
"Oh, okay."
"Buffy! I'm home!" Dawn called, coming in the door. The others followed her in. Xander was trailing behind with the bags. Most of them were light, but one in particular he was having trouble with. It weighed a ton. He dropped it on the floor as soon as he got a couple feet in. It hit the floor, making a crashing sound.
"Watch it!" the girl in the hat and sunglasses exclaimed. She huffed over to the bag, picked it up, and hefted it over her shoulders.
Xander's mouth dropped in amazement. He knew how much that bag weighed. How did she do it?
"How di-" he was cut off by Buffy calling from the kitchen, "Snacks!"
All of the girls went into the kitchen, except for the one girl. She put her bag down and wandered into the living room. Finally she took off the hat and glasses.
Blonde hair cascaded down to her shoulders, and bright blue eyes sparkled underneath barely visible eyebrows. Xander looked her over, really looking at her. She was about five foot five and a half. Tall and slim, she had a long body and slender limbs. She wore all black. Her shirt was skin tight, with elbow length sleeves. He pants were plain, tight black jeans, and her shoes jet black sneakers. She kept standing, looking at one place in the wall for a few minutes, then joined the rest of them in the kitchen.
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At the Bronze, Xander was still staring at the girl. He hadn't asked her her name. He tried to look away, but her clothes didn't help much. She was still wearing black, but these clothes left a little less to the imagination. She was wearing a black spagetti-strap tank
top that stopped just below her ribs. Her pants were black leather, the really tight kind. She was wearing black boots. That was all, except her gold necklace and butterfly tattoo and her right shoulder blade.
She dropped something on the floor and bent over to pick it up. Xander craned his neck to get a better view.
"What an ass," he murmured.
"Xander!" Buffy snapped at him. "She's fifteen."
"Looks a little older than that."
"So what, she's still too young for you."
"You have to admit she's hot."
"She is Buffy."
"Willow!"
"What?"
Tara started to chew Willow out. Xander turned away, tuning them out. He glanced at Dawn's friend again. She had walked over to the pool table. 'This is my chance' he thought to himself, 'I'll teach her to play pool.'
He sauntered over, stopping when another boy began to talk to her. He got a little closer, eavesdropping on their conversation.
"Hey hottie."
"Fuck off."
"C'mon, don't be that way. I checked you out and knew right away that we were compatible."
"And I repeat, Fuck off."
"I don't think I have to do what you tell me to."
"Can you not take a fricken clue?"
"You don't have to be such a bitch, but then again, that turns me on even more. Do you know why?"
"Frankly, I don't know, and don't really care."
"Stop being like that and give me your number."
She didn't give him any warning, she just kicked him, right where it hurt. Then he left, not quite walking right. Xander thought this would be the perfect opportunity to make a good impression.
"Don't you hate guys like that?" he asked.
"With a flaming passion," she answered, looking him in the eyes, then giving him the once over. "Not bad," she murmured.
"I'm Xander, if you were wondering."
"I wasn't."
"What's your name."
"Brenn."
"Nice. How long have you been friends with Dawn?"
"Couple days. I moved here a week ago. She must have felt sorry for me and invited me."
"So that's why you're not over there with them."
"That'd be it."
He couldn't think of anything else to say. This Brenn girl seemed like she didn't want anyone to mess with her, but maybe she was shy because she's new.
"It was weird when she invited me. I really didn't know her. I'm almost 17 and a grade ahead of her. Maybe Mandy told her about me. Or, maybe it's because we're both in the advanced computer class."
"Hey Brenn! Come meet this guy," one of Dawn's friends called. "He says he's from Seattle too!"
Brenn went over and Xander returned to Willow, Buffy, and Tara.
"You, outside!"
Xander whipped around. That was Brenn's voice. She kicked him over, yanked him up, dragged him out the door.
"What the hell?" Buffy followed. So did Dawn, Tara, Willow, and Xander. He opened the door and immediately had to dodge a flying stake.
"What do you think you are doing, following me from Seattle, huh?" Brenn asked, slamming the guy up against a wall.
"Just following orders, Miss Slayer, ma'am," the guy stuttered out.
"Well, my orders are to kill vampires, so buy-bye!" Brenn pulled a stake out of her shoe, tossed it into the air, and plunged it into the guy's chest. He burst into dust.
"So much for a vampire free party," Dawn said with a sigh.
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Back at the house all of Dawn's friends had gone to bed except for Brenn. She and Dawn were talking to Buffy and the rest of the Scoobies.
"Let me get this straight, your a slayer?" Xander asked again.
"How can that be. Did Faith die or something?" Willow wondered.
Dawn was confused. How could Faith be dead? She was in a high security prison, and none of the inmates would be able to take her on.
"I don't know. About a year ago this old guy came up to me on the street and told me I was destined to be the Slayer. The old one had died, so it was my turn to keep the legacy going, or something like that."
Everyone was quiet for a minute. They knew what had happened. A new Slayer had been called when Buffy had died.
"Who is your Watcher?" Buffy asked.
"Don't have one."
"Why?"
Brenn didn't answer. She wasn't going to tell them why she didn't have a watcher or why she was here, and if they asked, she was lying.
"Died"
"Why are you in Sunnydale?"
"Don't know, felt like coming here."
"Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa," Dawn yawned.
"You'd better get to bed, Dawnie," Willow said. "You too, Brenn.
Neither argued. They were dead tired.
(A/N)
I told you, didn't I, SpikesLittleBit, that chapter 1 would be up. thank you sooooo much for reviewing. I'm loving 'Take the Coda'. Cool name. At least someone out there knows musical terms.
Beth