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Disclaimer: All Buffy the Vampire Slayer works and facts etc belong to the talented Joss Wheaton, and everything Harry Potter related belongs to the wonderful J.K. Rowling.
Chapter ELEVEN.
Buffy was learning to love America. The family that she had been placed with was really kind and nice to her. They immediately enrolled her in the local school in LA, and she had made friends straight away.
The girl that had accepted her into her group was considered one of the most popular and she took Buffy under her wing.
She taught Buffy that to survive in America she needed to be cool and dress well. Buffy started to take gymnastic lessons, which she was surprisingly adept at, and then she joined the cheerleaders at her friend's encouragement. They took her out into the town and taught her how to apply her eye for colors to shopping and she became the queen of fashion.
The blonde hair that she had always wanted soon happened and really had a becoming effect on the young girl. She had everything that she had ever wanted yet she still wasn't happy. She missed Lily.
When she opened the window first thing in the morning, two months after she had arrived in America, she saw Ally, her sister's owl flying into the room. Delighted she ripped open the letters that were tied to her and went to open them when another owl flew in the window also carrying letters.
She read through all of them quickly, and then re-read them again and again, committing them all to memory. She was overwhelmed with her emotions. She understood that they couldn't write frequently because of the Dark Lord and she wanted to keep Lily safe. So she sat and wrote a long long letter to all of them, telling them about her life in America and the family that had adopted her.
Joyce and Hank Summers were the kindest people that she had met other than Mrs. Potter she told them, and she had been here only two months and she was starting to pick up the American accent. She was almost regretful about that but she didn't dwell on it. When she finally finished she patted Ally and the other owl gently and gave Ally a kiss.
"Get this to Lily for me, will you?" She said kindly.
The owl cooed in response and Buffy stood at the window and watched them fly away into the night.
***
Buffy and Lily continued to send letters to each other, and Buffy kept a photo of Lily in her back pocket always. She had never sent Lily a photo of her in her new look of Blonde hair and toned muscles from the gym.
Three years passed and Buffy started to moon over boys. She was fifteen only just and she had just been at a game of basketball. She was now the head cheerleader and she was darn good at it if she said so herself. All those extra hours that she had put in with her gymnastics had paid off. Their team had won and she was in the changing rooms the last to leave for the night. She sighed and grabbed her pack out of her locker. She had showered and changed into a fresh cheerleader uniform and wore a skimpy jacket over it. As the head cheerleader she was supposed to set a good example to the others and consequently had to wear the uniform all the time.
She was about to leave when a voice called out behind her. "Buffy Summers?"
She spun startled. "What do you want?" She asked of the little man who stood at the door. "Don't you know that this is a girls change room?" She said sarcastically. She slammed her locker and turned to face him.
"I have been looking for you."
"That's nice but I really have to go." She told him.
"You have been having the dreams, haven't you?" He said and it was more of an accusation than a question.
Her eyes widened. How did he know about that? The only person that she had told about the damsel in distress dreams was Lily and she had only sent that letter the day before. She studied the little man. "What dreams?"
"Those of the previous slayers death. That is your duty now. You have been chosen Buffy Summers. You are the next Vampire Slayer."
"Alright, here's something...huh?"
"One girl chosen from each generation, one girl in all the world. She alone will stop the vampires and the forces of darkness." He intoned darkly.
"Look I don't have time for this! You must have the wrong person, I see no darkness around here." She took a side step meaning to step past him.
"Forgive me please..." He said to her and his hand raised slowly. She saw that it held a knife. Before she could react he threw it at her. She was stunned into shock and her hands moved almost unconsciously up and she caught it inches from her chest.
"You threw a knife at me?!" She demanded incredulously of him, now mad and shocked.
"Yes, it was the only way to see if you were the one. I knew that you were. No one else could have caught that knife."
Buffy thought about that and she actually believed that part at least. "Look I don't know what planet your are on but there is no such thing as Vampires. Jeez." She rolled her eyes and again tried to get past him.
"Wait, let me show you something. Just let me prove to you that I am serious."
Buffy sighed. She knew enough kick boxing to take this guy out if her was doing anything that wasn't completely appropriate. "Fine, but you better be serious. What's your name anyway?"
"Merric. I am a Watcher."
They walked as they talked. "So what is a watcher?"
"A watcher is someone that trains the slayer."
"What ever you say." She looked at their surroundings and saw that they had walked from the school and were entering the cemetery that was down the road from her house. "Okay, now I'm worried." They came to a halt in front of a tombstone. "What are we doing here?"
"Waiting for this young man to rise."
"Great, it's going to be a long night." She muttered and sat on top of the stone opposite the fresh grave. She pretended to be half listening to him as he talked about the history of slayers and watchers. She had perfected the look that said to anyone that she wasn't listening but really she was. It kept up the appearance that she was cool and in control. Buffy listened intently to him, believingly. Her worries were confirmed when the undead man rose from the grave. After a short fight he was dust.
From that night on, Buffy's life was different. She hooked up with a boy named Pike who also knew about the existence of Vampires.
Buffy trained with Merric after cheerleading practice and then snuck out at night to patrol with him. That was how they found out about Lothos, the big bad for the moment. He seemed to have some sort of vendetta against Merric and it all ended rather messily. Lothos had Merric killed in front of Buffy, and then Buffy ran.
The school dance was on, and she attended only to have the vampires attack the gym they were in. Buffy fought them all off but the only way that could take care of the job was to burn down the gym. She did what had to be done.
There was hell to pay when she got home. The people that she had come to think of as her parents and actually called mom and dad were more than angry. Neither of them had yelled at her like they did before. Of course they never lifted a hand to her like her real father would have done, but they certainly weren't happy.
Buffy's only mistake was telling them her reason.
"Why did you do it sweetie?" Her 'mother' asked so kindly, with tears in her eyes. 'Way to lay on the guilt mom' Buffy thought to her self. She sat forward in the chair.
"You probably won't believe me, but I am the Vampire Slayer. This is what I have been told anyway. There are things that I have seen that are beyond my control but I have had to face them. When I burnt down the school, it was full of Vampires. I promise that I am not lying to you. I wouldn't do that to you considering how serious this is. The only way to save the lives of everyone at the dance was to burn the gym down."
Joyce burst into tears and buried her face into Hanks shirt. "Honey, why do you lie to us? Of all the things that I didn't think you would do it was make up a story like this. The school has expelled you and you have been dismissed from the gymnastic center, just when you were making such progress! Why would you give all of this up and lie about it?" He demanded of Buffy.
"I'm not lying, I promise!" Buffy sobbed.
"How can we know that? Buffy think about what you have done. There is no point in continuing this conversation. Go to your room." Joyce told her absolutely furious. Crying, Buffy fled.
Disclaimer: All Buffy the Vampire Slayer works and facts etc belong to the talented Joss Wheaton, and everything Harry Potter related belongs to the wonderful J.K. Rowling.
Chapter ELEVEN.
Buffy was learning to love America. The family that she had been placed with was really kind and nice to her. They immediately enrolled her in the local school in LA, and she had made friends straight away.
The girl that had accepted her into her group was considered one of the most popular and she took Buffy under her wing.
She taught Buffy that to survive in America she needed to be cool and dress well. Buffy started to take gymnastic lessons, which she was surprisingly adept at, and then she joined the cheerleaders at her friend's encouragement. They took her out into the town and taught her how to apply her eye for colors to shopping and she became the queen of fashion.
The blonde hair that she had always wanted soon happened and really had a becoming effect on the young girl. She had everything that she had ever wanted yet she still wasn't happy. She missed Lily.
When she opened the window first thing in the morning, two months after she had arrived in America, she saw Ally, her sister's owl flying into the room. Delighted she ripped open the letters that were tied to her and went to open them when another owl flew in the window also carrying letters.
She read through all of them quickly, and then re-read them again and again, committing them all to memory. She was overwhelmed with her emotions. She understood that they couldn't write frequently because of the Dark Lord and she wanted to keep Lily safe. So she sat and wrote a long long letter to all of them, telling them about her life in America and the family that had adopted her.
Joyce and Hank Summers were the kindest people that she had met other than Mrs. Potter she told them, and she had been here only two months and she was starting to pick up the American accent. She was almost regretful about that but she didn't dwell on it. When she finally finished she patted Ally and the other owl gently and gave Ally a kiss.
"Get this to Lily for me, will you?" She said kindly.
The owl cooed in response and Buffy stood at the window and watched them fly away into the night.
***
Buffy and Lily continued to send letters to each other, and Buffy kept a photo of Lily in her back pocket always. She had never sent Lily a photo of her in her new look of Blonde hair and toned muscles from the gym.
Three years passed and Buffy started to moon over boys. She was fifteen only just and she had just been at a game of basketball. She was now the head cheerleader and she was darn good at it if she said so herself. All those extra hours that she had put in with her gymnastics had paid off. Their team had won and she was in the changing rooms the last to leave for the night. She sighed and grabbed her pack out of her locker. She had showered and changed into a fresh cheerleader uniform and wore a skimpy jacket over it. As the head cheerleader she was supposed to set a good example to the others and consequently had to wear the uniform all the time.
She was about to leave when a voice called out behind her. "Buffy Summers?"
She spun startled. "What do you want?" She asked of the little man who stood at the door. "Don't you know that this is a girls change room?" She said sarcastically. She slammed her locker and turned to face him.
"I have been looking for you."
"That's nice but I really have to go." She told him.
"You have been having the dreams, haven't you?" He said and it was more of an accusation than a question.
Her eyes widened. How did he know about that? The only person that she had told about the damsel in distress dreams was Lily and she had only sent that letter the day before. She studied the little man. "What dreams?"
"Those of the previous slayers death. That is your duty now. You have been chosen Buffy Summers. You are the next Vampire Slayer."
"Alright, here's something...huh?"
"One girl chosen from each generation, one girl in all the world. She alone will stop the vampires and the forces of darkness." He intoned darkly.
"Look I don't have time for this! You must have the wrong person, I see no darkness around here." She took a side step meaning to step past him.
"Forgive me please..." He said to her and his hand raised slowly. She saw that it held a knife. Before she could react he threw it at her. She was stunned into shock and her hands moved almost unconsciously up and she caught it inches from her chest.
"You threw a knife at me?!" She demanded incredulously of him, now mad and shocked.
"Yes, it was the only way to see if you were the one. I knew that you were. No one else could have caught that knife."
Buffy thought about that and she actually believed that part at least. "Look I don't know what planet your are on but there is no such thing as Vampires. Jeez." She rolled her eyes and again tried to get past him.
"Wait, let me show you something. Just let me prove to you that I am serious."
Buffy sighed. She knew enough kick boxing to take this guy out if her was doing anything that wasn't completely appropriate. "Fine, but you better be serious. What's your name anyway?"
"Merric. I am a Watcher."
They walked as they talked. "So what is a watcher?"
"A watcher is someone that trains the slayer."
"What ever you say." She looked at their surroundings and saw that they had walked from the school and were entering the cemetery that was down the road from her house. "Okay, now I'm worried." They came to a halt in front of a tombstone. "What are we doing here?"
"Waiting for this young man to rise."
"Great, it's going to be a long night." She muttered and sat on top of the stone opposite the fresh grave. She pretended to be half listening to him as he talked about the history of slayers and watchers. She had perfected the look that said to anyone that she wasn't listening but really she was. It kept up the appearance that she was cool and in control. Buffy listened intently to him, believingly. Her worries were confirmed when the undead man rose from the grave. After a short fight he was dust.
From that night on, Buffy's life was different. She hooked up with a boy named Pike who also knew about the existence of Vampires.
Buffy trained with Merric after cheerleading practice and then snuck out at night to patrol with him. That was how they found out about Lothos, the big bad for the moment. He seemed to have some sort of vendetta against Merric and it all ended rather messily. Lothos had Merric killed in front of Buffy, and then Buffy ran.
The school dance was on, and she attended only to have the vampires attack the gym they were in. Buffy fought them all off but the only way that could take care of the job was to burn down the gym. She did what had to be done.
There was hell to pay when she got home. The people that she had come to think of as her parents and actually called mom and dad were more than angry. Neither of them had yelled at her like they did before. Of course they never lifted a hand to her like her real father would have done, but they certainly weren't happy.
Buffy's only mistake was telling them her reason.
"Why did you do it sweetie?" Her 'mother' asked so kindly, with tears in her eyes. 'Way to lay on the guilt mom' Buffy thought to her self. She sat forward in the chair.
"You probably won't believe me, but I am the Vampire Slayer. This is what I have been told anyway. There are things that I have seen that are beyond my control but I have had to face them. When I burnt down the school, it was full of Vampires. I promise that I am not lying to you. I wouldn't do that to you considering how serious this is. The only way to save the lives of everyone at the dance was to burn the gym down."
Joyce burst into tears and buried her face into Hanks shirt. "Honey, why do you lie to us? Of all the things that I didn't think you would do it was make up a story like this. The school has expelled you and you have been dismissed from the gymnastic center, just when you were making such progress! Why would you give all of this up and lie about it?" He demanded of Buffy.
"I'm not lying, I promise!" Buffy sobbed.
"How can we know that? Buffy think about what you have done. There is no point in continuing this conversation. Go to your room." Joyce told her absolutely furious. Crying, Buffy fled.