Author: Asrai
E-Mail: ikh@haefft.de
Rating: R
Summary: What if Buffy was the screwed up one?
Spoilers: General spoilers for Btvs seasons 1 - 3
Disclaimers: I don't own Btvs nor do I make any money out of this; no copyright infringement is intended.
Chapter 02 - Here
*"Are you Buffy?"
Buffy looked up from her lunch and stared at the secretary who was standing before her, surprised.
"Yeah?" She tried to remember if she'd done anything to piss off one of her teachers in the last weeks that would justify her being dragged to the director, but came up with nothing. She'd been an exemplary student. Well, almost.
"Your cousin is here to see you. He says it's important. Would you come with me?"
"My. what?" she asked, but the other woman had already turned around to leave the cafeteria; she had no other choice other than to follow her. Standing in the corridor was the person she wanted to see the least. The secretary smiled at him and left them alone.
"What are you doing here?" she hissed, annoyed, "didn't I tell you to stay the hell away from me?"
Thomas, the guy she'd bumped into at the door a week earlier, smiled at her. "I seem to remember something along the lines of "I'll kill you if you ever come near me again", yes. But as my presence is very important for your training I think I can disobey your. orders. I didn't find you at home, so I came to your school."
Buffy crossed her arms. "So. and what do you want now? I don't believe your mumbo-jumbo, no matter what you say. Vampires. monsters. you watched one Dracula movie too many. Or two."
"No, no, I won't try to convince you with words." he smiled even wider and she felt the sudden urge to punch him.
"I thought I'd show you."*
~~~
Something is ringing and I groan and turn around. Do I have school today, is there something big up or what's the deal with the ringing? I manage to open one eye and shut it again immediately. It's far too bright in here. Why doesn't he throw me out of bed like he usually does?
That thought wakes me up after all.
I grab the clock on the nightstand and stare at it. Eleven a.m.. It's in the middle of the night, what the hell was I thinking when I set the alarm? Ah, yes, now my brain starts working. It's Monday and I decided to introduce myself to SunnyD's slaying gang. After a shower.
The cold spray makes me completely awake and I feel human again as I dress. My wounds have healed, just a few scars here and there; but they'll disappear in a few weeks, I think. They always do.
My gaze sweeps across the room as I lock the door; it's a "bloody" mess. I'm not exactly the clean up fanatic, but hey, I always find what I need. I got to find a job if I don't want to go begging to keep this palace. My money's almost gone. Waitressing or something like that.
I looked up the high school yesterday; I know that the watcher is the librarian there, so he can always be near his slayer. How thoughtful. The school's quiet now; the lunch break hasn't begun yet and I'm glad about that. I don't want to run into a bunch of high school kids. Hmm. It smells like high school. No kidding, it really does. Like chalk and hair spray, disinfection stuff and crappy food. The school year's just begun- I'd be a senior now. Scratch that, I was a senior, just three days ago. I certainly won't miss going to school, I never was one for the schoolish stuff. Perhaps I'll look back in twenty years and regret that I haven't got a high school diploma. But hey, odds are that I'll be dead by then, so let's forget about graduation.
Where is that damn library? Can't be that hard to find. there it is. I push one of the double doors open and take a peek before I gingerly enter. There's a big desk with lots of books on it, bookshelves around it, a stair that leads up to, who would have guessed, more books. On one side there's something like a reception and there's a door, ajar. Interesting, I've never been to the library in my old school. There was quite a gang fight in there a couple of years ago and they're still renovating the room.
I step closer to the big table and look at a book. A demon grins back at me, with horns, slimy-looking skin and all that. Bingo. I flip open another book, about witchcraft, and snap my gum. Seems to be a popular one, Thomas had it, too.
"C-can I help you?"
I whirl around and come to face with a forty-something old man who's cleaning his glasses and musters me with a slightly panicked look.
"Yeah," I smile and lean against the table, arms crossed. "Are you Rupert Giles?"
He nods. "Yes, that would b-be me. Are, are you a new student?"
He's uncomfortable, I can tell. And what's it with the stuttering? Thomas told me some stuff about him, the brave watcher with the dark past. This guy looks like he couldn't harm a fly. Ripper, my butt.
"No."
He obviously waits for an elaboration and I decide to let him squirm a little, just for fun. But at the same time I ask myself. does he know about me? Slay-girl number two? I mean, he knows that FateFaithWhatever died. Right?
I turn around and touch one of the books and he reacts instantly.
"These books are v-very old, ancient myths and legends-"
"No need to pretend," I drawl. He's kind of cute when he's nervous like that- in a grandfathery kind of way. "I know about the whole deal. May I introduce myself." I bow ironically.
"Buffy the Vampire Slayer."
Dramatic pause as he almost drops his glasses and I smile. Somehow I have the feeling that this will be fun.
"W-w-what?"
Hilarious. I wish I could take a picture of his face right now.
"Buffy," I repeat, "the Vampire Slayer. You know, the Chosen One? With the strength and the skill blablabla?"
"How is that possible?" he asks and comes closer.
I shrug. "Go ask the PTB. It sure as hell wasn't my idea to be superwoman, although it has its perks. I was called when your slayer drowned and died for a few moments- remember that?"
Watcher guy cleans his glasses again. I swear, he'll rub a hole right through them. "I see." he says, "Very interesting. apparently the death of Faith's body was enough to call a new slayer. despite her surviving later on. And why are you here now? Is there a problem?"
Yes. You see, I don't have a watcher anymore, I don't have a place to stay, I don't know where else I could go, did I mention that I'm broke?
"No," and thank God, my voice sounds indifferent. Practice paid off after all. "Just though I'd drop by, see how things are on the hellmouth. There's enough action for two Chosen Ones, right?"
"Y-yes. do you have a watcher?"
"No." Drop it, Watch-guy, this is a topic I so don't need. My luck, the lunch bell rings in this moment and he hastily scurries to the books and closes them before an innocent student can come in and find the "ancient myths and legends". Indeed, the doors open and a group of youths come in- the slayer and her friends I saw two nights ago, plus another, unfamiliar guy.
"Giles," she calls out, "can I have the night off-" and stops abruptly as she sees me. Unlike at the Bronze, when I was still weakened, now I can sense her- oh, she's got power, I can tell. It's almost as if she were a vamp. there's this low tingle that starts in your stomach and spreads all over your body. but she doesn't feel dead- no, her energy is living, breathing, pulsating- a slayer, like me.
"Hello, sis'."
E-Mail: ikh@haefft.de
Rating: R
Summary: What if Buffy was the screwed up one?
Spoilers: General spoilers for Btvs seasons 1 - 3
Disclaimers: I don't own Btvs nor do I make any money out of this; no copyright infringement is intended.
Chapter 02 - Here
*"Are you Buffy?"
Buffy looked up from her lunch and stared at the secretary who was standing before her, surprised.
"Yeah?" She tried to remember if she'd done anything to piss off one of her teachers in the last weeks that would justify her being dragged to the director, but came up with nothing. She'd been an exemplary student. Well, almost.
"Your cousin is here to see you. He says it's important. Would you come with me?"
"My. what?" she asked, but the other woman had already turned around to leave the cafeteria; she had no other choice other than to follow her. Standing in the corridor was the person she wanted to see the least. The secretary smiled at him and left them alone.
"What are you doing here?" she hissed, annoyed, "didn't I tell you to stay the hell away from me?"
Thomas, the guy she'd bumped into at the door a week earlier, smiled at her. "I seem to remember something along the lines of "I'll kill you if you ever come near me again", yes. But as my presence is very important for your training I think I can disobey your. orders. I didn't find you at home, so I came to your school."
Buffy crossed her arms. "So. and what do you want now? I don't believe your mumbo-jumbo, no matter what you say. Vampires. monsters. you watched one Dracula movie too many. Or two."
"No, no, I won't try to convince you with words." he smiled even wider and she felt the sudden urge to punch him.
"I thought I'd show you."*
~~~
Something is ringing and I groan and turn around. Do I have school today, is there something big up or what's the deal with the ringing? I manage to open one eye and shut it again immediately. It's far too bright in here. Why doesn't he throw me out of bed like he usually does?
That thought wakes me up after all.
I grab the clock on the nightstand and stare at it. Eleven a.m.. It's in the middle of the night, what the hell was I thinking when I set the alarm? Ah, yes, now my brain starts working. It's Monday and I decided to introduce myself to SunnyD's slaying gang. After a shower.
The cold spray makes me completely awake and I feel human again as I dress. My wounds have healed, just a few scars here and there; but they'll disappear in a few weeks, I think. They always do.
My gaze sweeps across the room as I lock the door; it's a "bloody" mess. I'm not exactly the clean up fanatic, but hey, I always find what I need. I got to find a job if I don't want to go begging to keep this palace. My money's almost gone. Waitressing or something like that.
I looked up the high school yesterday; I know that the watcher is the librarian there, so he can always be near his slayer. How thoughtful. The school's quiet now; the lunch break hasn't begun yet and I'm glad about that. I don't want to run into a bunch of high school kids. Hmm. It smells like high school. No kidding, it really does. Like chalk and hair spray, disinfection stuff and crappy food. The school year's just begun- I'd be a senior now. Scratch that, I was a senior, just three days ago. I certainly won't miss going to school, I never was one for the schoolish stuff. Perhaps I'll look back in twenty years and regret that I haven't got a high school diploma. But hey, odds are that I'll be dead by then, so let's forget about graduation.
Where is that damn library? Can't be that hard to find. there it is. I push one of the double doors open and take a peek before I gingerly enter. There's a big desk with lots of books on it, bookshelves around it, a stair that leads up to, who would have guessed, more books. On one side there's something like a reception and there's a door, ajar. Interesting, I've never been to the library in my old school. There was quite a gang fight in there a couple of years ago and they're still renovating the room.
I step closer to the big table and look at a book. A demon grins back at me, with horns, slimy-looking skin and all that. Bingo. I flip open another book, about witchcraft, and snap my gum. Seems to be a popular one, Thomas had it, too.
"C-can I help you?"
I whirl around and come to face with a forty-something old man who's cleaning his glasses and musters me with a slightly panicked look.
"Yeah," I smile and lean against the table, arms crossed. "Are you Rupert Giles?"
He nods. "Yes, that would b-be me. Are, are you a new student?"
He's uncomfortable, I can tell. And what's it with the stuttering? Thomas told me some stuff about him, the brave watcher with the dark past. This guy looks like he couldn't harm a fly. Ripper, my butt.
"No."
He obviously waits for an elaboration and I decide to let him squirm a little, just for fun. But at the same time I ask myself. does he know about me? Slay-girl number two? I mean, he knows that FateFaithWhatever died. Right?
I turn around and touch one of the books and he reacts instantly.
"These books are v-very old, ancient myths and legends-"
"No need to pretend," I drawl. He's kind of cute when he's nervous like that- in a grandfathery kind of way. "I know about the whole deal. May I introduce myself." I bow ironically.
"Buffy the Vampire Slayer."
Dramatic pause as he almost drops his glasses and I smile. Somehow I have the feeling that this will be fun.
"W-w-what?"
Hilarious. I wish I could take a picture of his face right now.
"Buffy," I repeat, "the Vampire Slayer. You know, the Chosen One? With the strength and the skill blablabla?"
"How is that possible?" he asks and comes closer.
I shrug. "Go ask the PTB. It sure as hell wasn't my idea to be superwoman, although it has its perks. I was called when your slayer drowned and died for a few moments- remember that?"
Watcher guy cleans his glasses again. I swear, he'll rub a hole right through them. "I see." he says, "Very interesting. apparently the death of Faith's body was enough to call a new slayer. despite her surviving later on. And why are you here now? Is there a problem?"
Yes. You see, I don't have a watcher anymore, I don't have a place to stay, I don't know where else I could go, did I mention that I'm broke?
"No," and thank God, my voice sounds indifferent. Practice paid off after all. "Just though I'd drop by, see how things are on the hellmouth. There's enough action for two Chosen Ones, right?"
"Y-yes. do you have a watcher?"
"No." Drop it, Watch-guy, this is a topic I so don't need. My luck, the lunch bell rings in this moment and he hastily scurries to the books and closes them before an innocent student can come in and find the "ancient myths and legends". Indeed, the doors open and a group of youths come in- the slayer and her friends I saw two nights ago, plus another, unfamiliar guy.
"Giles," she calls out, "can I have the night off-" and stops abruptly as she sees me. Unlike at the Bronze, when I was still weakened, now I can sense her- oh, she's got power, I can tell. It's almost as if she were a vamp. there's this low tingle that starts in your stomach and spreads all over your body. but she doesn't feel dead- no, her energy is living, breathing, pulsating- a slayer, like me.
"Hello, sis'."