Ever Graced. Forever Cursed
Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, shape, or form, have any part in the making or owning of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel, or their characters. I'm just an obsessed fan wanting to write a nice fic involving them in various situations. So don't sue me, I have no money for you.
Authors Note: This is the first chapter in the Ever Graced. Forever Cursed fic. All characters that are not mentioned in either of the shows are mine, and if you desperately need to use them in a fic, just write to me in a review or email me, asking for permission. Simple as that. (
Summary: Set after the 7th and final season. Willow's spell to create new slayers begins to weaken despite her power. Demons and Vampire sightings increase around a small town in western California near Sunnydale. A new Hellmouth begins to form, old and new faces alike appear. And Buffy finds herself trapped in a struggle to escape the destiny she'd thought to have left behind...
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Chapter One: Just another day in Paradise.
The girl ran fast. Her shoes clacked under her feet as she ran hurriedly down the alleyway, towards the scream. Her short black hair swished out behind her, as she reached upwards with both hands and ripped her jacket off herself, leaving it behind in the alleyway, hoping to return for it later... If there was a later... As she pulled her stake from her pocket, she ran faster, her lungs pumping air quickly, and her muscles burning as they applied more strength and adrenaline.
She was nearing them now. The sounds of a scuffle could be heard around the corner and she stopped running immediately. Backing into the shadows she listened for a moment, her back pressed against a wall, waiting for her heart to stop beating so loudly, and for some sort of sign that someone was still alive. Another scream confirmed it, and she started forward slowly, her right hand planted against the wall, following it to the edge of the building, and to the fight. Her other hand was wrapped tightly around her stake.
There was no turning back now, and she jumped out around the corner, to see two vamps, closing in around another girl. A body lay slumped on the ground, and on closer inspection, the girl decided it was another human, already dead. "Hey!" She said loudly to the two vampires, who turned to look at her quickly, forgetting about the other girl, who bolted down an opposite alleyway. "How about picking on something your own size, and strength for that matter?" She asked them, waving her stake about, as if to threaten them.
One of the vampire's, a tall, brown haired girl, snarled loudly. She moved her brown ponytail off her shoulder and prepared to battle. She clenched her fists and began to circle around the girl. The second vampire, a man, ran a hand through his short red hair. "I've been dying for another Slayer's blood." He hissed and began approaching her head on, although remaining cautious of the slayer's stake.
The Slayer swallowed nervously. 'Great...' She thought to herself. 'I've only just became what I am! I've never fought two vampires before!' She cursed herself mentally, wishing she could have known why she had been given these powers in the first place. She couldn't back out now...
The female vampire had grown dangerously close to the slayer while she had thought over the situation, and lunged quickly, hoping to claim the girl's blood. The slayer jumped backwards, and down onto her hands and knees. She balanced her weight on her hands and kicked outwards, knocking the vamp off of her feet in a moment.
She tried to stand up, but felt hands against her back, shoving her roughly against a wall. She fell on her stomach, and quickly rolled onto her back to see the male vampire heading towards her, fire in his eyes. The female vampire still hadn't stood up.
Focusing her energy, she kicked upwards, and picked herself up off the ground, and landed again on her feet. "Nice try." She told the vampires, a smirk on her face. The smirk was replaced quickly by a frown as she realized that the female vampire was no longer among them. "Lost your girlfriend?" She asked the male vampire, who smiled in return.
She felt a cold wind behind her, and even colder hands grasp her around the shoulder and waist, holding her in place, as the male vampire moved towards her, pulling out a pocket knife and cutting the skin on his arm. Blood poured forth as teeth sank into her neck and she felt the arm of the male vampire press against her lips...
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"No!" Buffy Anne Summers shouted, sitting up straight in her bed, the covers falling from her shoulders and into her lap. She was drenched in a cold sweat, and she sighed loudly. "Score one for the forces of evil." She said softly, and looked out the window towards the crescent moon that was shining down from high in the sky. For a moment, she was lost in thought, until she heard the door to her room creak open and voices speak.
"Buffy?" Willow, Dawn, and Kennedy all asked in unison, looking in upon their friend and comrade. Willow's red hair was messy, and hung down slightly past her green flannel pajama top. She came forward and sat on the edge of Buffy's bed, looking her friend over for a moment. Kennedy stood against the wall, her arms crossed over her pajama's that matched Willow's. Dawn moved to the opposite side of her sister's bed, and climbed up, settling herself down in her sister's bed. She pulled the covers up over her and smiled at Buffy soothingly.
"It's nothing." Buffy told them all, and shifted slightly, stretching out a little more. She bit her lip and replayed the dream over again in her mind, then took the time to speak again. "I saw another one. Of the slayers..." She admitted finally.
"But that's the third time this month Buffy!" Kennedy said, her eyes narrowed in confusion.
"I know it is." Buffy said back, looking down at her fingers, which were currently toying with the fabric of her bed sheet. "I've seen how many of them die now?" She asked, speaking mostly to herself then to anyone. "Twenty, thirty?" She asked. Her grip tightened on the sheet, and Dawn rested her head against her older sister's shoulder.
"Buffy, you can't blame yourself." Dawn told her truthfully. "They all just got their powers a few months ago. And they don't have a watcher training them like you did when you first got your powers." She told her sister. "And you of all people should know that without training, you're not going to last long in this world where fighting the undead night life is quickly becoming the average teenage girls' high priority." She said, her tone sarcastic, as she'd learned from Buffy.
Buffy smiled at Dawn. "When did you get so grown up?" She asked, sounding oddly similar to Joyce, her mother, who had passed away a few years ago. A pang of guilt and pain hit her. When Sunnydale was destroyed, the town had sunk, taking her mother's body with it. There was nothing that could be done about it now...
Dawn smiled at Buffy and pushed the covers off of herself and climbed off the bed. "When I had a role model to follow after." She told her, and walked to the door to leave. "Now I'm getting some sleep, see you in the morning." She said, and took her leave.
Kennedy pushed herself up back onto her feet. "Well..." I'm going back to bed too." She told Willow, placing a hand on her shoulder and squeezing it gently. "I'll see you later." She told her and followed Dawn from the room.
Now that Willow and Buffy were alone, Willow's smile faded and she donned a more serious expression. "I'm worried about you Buffy." She told her truthfully. "When you were the only Slayer out there... Besides Faith of course, you got these visions for a reason. You saw the potentials being cut down, one by one by the Harbingers in your dreams. How is this any-"
Buffy interrupted her quickly, not letting her finish her sentence. "Will, chill alright?" She asked her friend. "It'll all be all right, don't worry about it. I'm not the slayer anymore, it's not my destiny anymore and I don't have anything to worry about. I'm sure it's just..." She started, her mind searching for perfect response. "A fluke or something." She decided finally.
Willow opened her mouth to speak again, and Buffy again, beat her to the chase. "I'm fine really. And if it means that much to you, I'll talk to Giles about it in the morning. We are in England after all, and we do get the whole seeing Giles every day thing." She told the red head. "Now go back to sleep." She commanded firmly.
"Alright Buffy." Willow said finally, sighing loudly and standing to her feet. She walked to the door of the room and paused to look back in on her old friend. Buffy cradled her face in her hands, wishing the memory away. "See you in the morning."
"Just another day in paradise..." Buffy spoke softly.
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Authors Note: Well there it is, the first chapter up and running. If you're confused at all, don't worry. I'm having it all fall into place in the next few chapters. ( Please Read and Review! Constructive Criticism is appreciated. –hands you cookies-
Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, shape, or form, have any part in the making or owning of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel, or their characters. I'm just an obsessed fan wanting to write a nice fic involving them in various situations. So don't sue me, I have no money for you.
Authors Note: This is the first chapter in the Ever Graced. Forever Cursed fic. All characters that are not mentioned in either of the shows are mine, and if you desperately need to use them in a fic, just write to me in a review or email me, asking for permission. Simple as that. (
Summary: Set after the 7th and final season. Willow's spell to create new slayers begins to weaken despite her power. Demons and Vampire sightings increase around a small town in western California near Sunnydale. A new Hellmouth begins to form, old and new faces alike appear. And Buffy finds herself trapped in a struggle to escape the destiny she'd thought to have left behind...
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Chapter One: Just another day in Paradise.
The girl ran fast. Her shoes clacked under her feet as she ran hurriedly down the alleyway, towards the scream. Her short black hair swished out behind her, as she reached upwards with both hands and ripped her jacket off herself, leaving it behind in the alleyway, hoping to return for it later... If there was a later... As she pulled her stake from her pocket, she ran faster, her lungs pumping air quickly, and her muscles burning as they applied more strength and adrenaline.
She was nearing them now. The sounds of a scuffle could be heard around the corner and she stopped running immediately. Backing into the shadows she listened for a moment, her back pressed against a wall, waiting for her heart to stop beating so loudly, and for some sort of sign that someone was still alive. Another scream confirmed it, and she started forward slowly, her right hand planted against the wall, following it to the edge of the building, and to the fight. Her other hand was wrapped tightly around her stake.
There was no turning back now, and she jumped out around the corner, to see two vamps, closing in around another girl. A body lay slumped on the ground, and on closer inspection, the girl decided it was another human, already dead. "Hey!" She said loudly to the two vampires, who turned to look at her quickly, forgetting about the other girl, who bolted down an opposite alleyway. "How about picking on something your own size, and strength for that matter?" She asked them, waving her stake about, as if to threaten them.
One of the vampire's, a tall, brown haired girl, snarled loudly. She moved her brown ponytail off her shoulder and prepared to battle. She clenched her fists and began to circle around the girl. The second vampire, a man, ran a hand through his short red hair. "I've been dying for another Slayer's blood." He hissed and began approaching her head on, although remaining cautious of the slayer's stake.
The Slayer swallowed nervously. 'Great...' She thought to herself. 'I've only just became what I am! I've never fought two vampires before!' She cursed herself mentally, wishing she could have known why she had been given these powers in the first place. She couldn't back out now...
The female vampire had grown dangerously close to the slayer while she had thought over the situation, and lunged quickly, hoping to claim the girl's blood. The slayer jumped backwards, and down onto her hands and knees. She balanced her weight on her hands and kicked outwards, knocking the vamp off of her feet in a moment.
She tried to stand up, but felt hands against her back, shoving her roughly against a wall. She fell on her stomach, and quickly rolled onto her back to see the male vampire heading towards her, fire in his eyes. The female vampire still hadn't stood up.
Focusing her energy, she kicked upwards, and picked herself up off the ground, and landed again on her feet. "Nice try." She told the vampires, a smirk on her face. The smirk was replaced quickly by a frown as she realized that the female vampire was no longer among them. "Lost your girlfriend?" She asked the male vampire, who smiled in return.
She felt a cold wind behind her, and even colder hands grasp her around the shoulder and waist, holding her in place, as the male vampire moved towards her, pulling out a pocket knife and cutting the skin on his arm. Blood poured forth as teeth sank into her neck and she felt the arm of the male vampire press against her lips...
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"No!" Buffy Anne Summers shouted, sitting up straight in her bed, the covers falling from her shoulders and into her lap. She was drenched in a cold sweat, and she sighed loudly. "Score one for the forces of evil." She said softly, and looked out the window towards the crescent moon that was shining down from high in the sky. For a moment, she was lost in thought, until she heard the door to her room creak open and voices speak.
"Buffy?" Willow, Dawn, and Kennedy all asked in unison, looking in upon their friend and comrade. Willow's red hair was messy, and hung down slightly past her green flannel pajama top. She came forward and sat on the edge of Buffy's bed, looking her friend over for a moment. Kennedy stood against the wall, her arms crossed over her pajama's that matched Willow's. Dawn moved to the opposite side of her sister's bed, and climbed up, settling herself down in her sister's bed. She pulled the covers up over her and smiled at Buffy soothingly.
"It's nothing." Buffy told them all, and shifted slightly, stretching out a little more. She bit her lip and replayed the dream over again in her mind, then took the time to speak again. "I saw another one. Of the slayers..." She admitted finally.
"But that's the third time this month Buffy!" Kennedy said, her eyes narrowed in confusion.
"I know it is." Buffy said back, looking down at her fingers, which were currently toying with the fabric of her bed sheet. "I've seen how many of them die now?" She asked, speaking mostly to herself then to anyone. "Twenty, thirty?" She asked. Her grip tightened on the sheet, and Dawn rested her head against her older sister's shoulder.
"Buffy, you can't blame yourself." Dawn told her truthfully. "They all just got their powers a few months ago. And they don't have a watcher training them like you did when you first got your powers." She told her sister. "And you of all people should know that without training, you're not going to last long in this world where fighting the undead night life is quickly becoming the average teenage girls' high priority." She said, her tone sarcastic, as she'd learned from Buffy.
Buffy smiled at Dawn. "When did you get so grown up?" She asked, sounding oddly similar to Joyce, her mother, who had passed away a few years ago. A pang of guilt and pain hit her. When Sunnydale was destroyed, the town had sunk, taking her mother's body with it. There was nothing that could be done about it now...
Dawn smiled at Buffy and pushed the covers off of herself and climbed off the bed. "When I had a role model to follow after." She told her, and walked to the door to leave. "Now I'm getting some sleep, see you in the morning." She said, and took her leave.
Kennedy pushed herself up back onto her feet. "Well..." I'm going back to bed too." She told Willow, placing a hand on her shoulder and squeezing it gently. "I'll see you later." She told her and followed Dawn from the room.
Now that Willow and Buffy were alone, Willow's smile faded and she donned a more serious expression. "I'm worried about you Buffy." She told her truthfully. "When you were the only Slayer out there... Besides Faith of course, you got these visions for a reason. You saw the potentials being cut down, one by one by the Harbingers in your dreams. How is this any-"
Buffy interrupted her quickly, not letting her finish her sentence. "Will, chill alright?" She asked her friend. "It'll all be all right, don't worry about it. I'm not the slayer anymore, it's not my destiny anymore and I don't have anything to worry about. I'm sure it's just..." She started, her mind searching for perfect response. "A fluke or something." She decided finally.
Willow opened her mouth to speak again, and Buffy again, beat her to the chase. "I'm fine really. And if it means that much to you, I'll talk to Giles about it in the morning. We are in England after all, and we do get the whole seeing Giles every day thing." She told the red head. "Now go back to sleep." She commanded firmly.
"Alright Buffy." Willow said finally, sighing loudly and standing to her feet. She walked to the door of the room and paused to look back in on her old friend. Buffy cradled her face in her hands, wishing the memory away. "See you in the morning."
"Just another day in paradise..." Buffy spoke softly.
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Authors Note: Well there it is, the first chapter up and running. If you're confused at all, don't worry. I'm having it all fall into place in the next few chapters. ( Please Read and Review! Constructive Criticism is appreciated. –hands you cookies-