Harmony: The Vampire Slayer
Chapter 1: Breaking Nails
A/N: This is an alternate universe fic, meaning you can pretty much forget anything you thought
you knew about the Buffyverse.
Disclaimer: Buffy or Angel characters are not mine. They belong to Joss Whedon, David
Greenwalt, and 20th Century Fox.
In every generation there is a Chosen One. She alone will stand against the vampires,
demons and forces of darkness. She is the Slayer.
After the death of the previous slayer, Wesley Wyndham-Price went to the meeting to
determine who would be the next Slayer, and who would be her Watcher. Wearing a tweed
jacket in typical stuffy old Brit style, Wesley sat in the leather chair, waiting for the meeting to
initiate.
The Watcher's Council building was in London, England. It was a tall, brick building,
with gothic influences. With gargoyles serving multiple purposes as gutters and decorations, and
many Gothic columns, it was quite the architectural wonder. It had over one hundred stories and
at least five hundred rooms, accommodating offices, dormitories, training rooms, and many other
rooms. It had been erected in the late 1600's and the only reason it still stood was because
many witches and other magical beings had worked together to put protection spells on it that
would last thousands of years. Not a cannon nor a tank nor mortar could destroy it.
"Harm?" Cordelia Chase asked to her best friend, Harmony Kendall. They both went to
Sunnydale High. They were both rich and ran with the 'popular' crowd. In their sophomore year,
they both were, well, ditzy.
"Yeah? Sorry Queen C, I was just thinking about which color mascara I'm going to wear
tonight." Harmony snapped out of the trance-like state she had been in.
"Well, girl? What color? How about light powdery blue?" Cordelia questioned, getting all
excited at the mere mention of mascara.
Suddenly the girls' best friend, Devon, came up behind them. He also ran among the 'in' crowd.
He had briefly dated Cordelia. He was also in a band called Dingoes Ate My Baby, along with
some other guys, namely Oz and Matt.
"Boo!" Devon sneaked up behind them, interrupting their intelligent conversation. Harmony and
Harmony both jumped.
"Hey Queen C. What's up?" Devon asked innocently.
"Devon," Cordelia warned playfully, "I hate you." She shoved him, jokingly. Harmony laughed.
"Hey gang." Oz walked up to them.
"I've got a hot date tonight at the Bronze." Oz bragged.
At the Bronze that night, Oz met up with his date. She was beautiful. She had blonde hair, green
eyes, and a petite figure. After playing for the scheduled time, he had a sub, who was going by
the name of Nick, take over. He went down to his date, whose name was Buffy. She led him
out of the Bronze down to a back alley.
"Come on baby. You're so sexy. I just want to eat you up." Promptly, she changed into a
hideous… thing. Her forehead was wrinkled and her eyes were yellow. She had huge, sharp
canines. Oz screamed, obviously having adjusted his priorities so that having any sense of
masculinity was at the very bottom.
Meanwhile, back in England in the Watcher's Council building, the meeting had begun.
"I have consulted the Powers That Be and they have told me who the Slayer is to be." A man,
known only as Whistler spoke. Whistler was actually a demon, with a human "mask." He was
neither good nor evil. He acted as a messenger for the Powers That Be and kept a balance
between good and evil.
"Who is it?" A man, Quentin Travers asked.
"Harmony Kendall. She currently lives in Sunnydale." Whistler explained, letting those words
sink in for better effect.
"Wait a minute! Isn't that where the—" Wesley started.
"Hellmouth is. Yes." Quentin revealed more of what he knew.
"Wow. This is… good news. We'll finally have a protector on the Gate of Hell." Wesley
exclaimed.
"Who is destined to be her Watcher?" A woman named Jenny Calendar inquired.
"Is there a…" Whistler looked down to his notes, "Wesley Wyndham-Price here?"
"Yes that would be me." Wesley replied, a bit shocked.
"Well, you're this new Slayer's Watcher. So go to your dormitory and pack your bags. You're
moving to Sunnydale. You are to cover as a History teacher. One just died. Your flight leaves in
six hours." Ethan Rayne, the head Watcher ordered.
"Does she know she's been Called?" Wesley asked.
"No. You'll have to find some way to tell her." Ethan told him.
"Thank you, Whistler, for your services. This meeting is hereby finished." Ethan thanked and
announced.
Back in his dormitory, Wesley was still in a state of slight shock. This was his dream. Come
true. A few minutes later he realized he would have to cut off his relationship with Jenny. As
much as he hated to do that, he realized he must. He couldn't put her through all the pains of a
long distance relationship.
He walked down to Jenny's dormitory and knocked lightly on the large wooden door
with a brass knocker shaped in the form of a griffin. The door opened and standing behind it
was the love of his life.
"Hey babe." Wes greeted her.
"Hey. I don't know how to tell you this Wes, so I'll come right out and say it. I can't have a long
distance relationship." Jenny told Wesley before he could get a word out other than his previous
two.
"That's funny, because that's what I was going to tell you." Wesley replied.
"So we agree? We can't leave with our relationship soured." Jenny asked.
"Yeah. I couldn't bear to put you through that." Wesley told her.
Six hours later, Wesley Wyndham-Price was on his plane. He was sleeping until the f
light attendant came by and asked if he wanted lunch. He took one look at the disgusting muck
they called food and politely replied 'No thank you.' It looked like demon crap. He went back
to sleep and woke up to a voice.
"We're landing in fifteen minutes." A female voice said over the loudspeakers. Wesley started
getting ready, combing his hair and straightening out his tweed suit jacket. After a while, he
looked put-together for just getting off a plane. He got off the plane and met the principal of
Sunnydale High, Principal Flutie. They drove in his car the three hours it took to get to
Sunnydale High. Then, equipped with his international driver's license, Wesley went to get a car.
He picked out a used 1995 silver Honda Civic. All the papers are signed now and all I need
to do is get a permanent license plate for the car, instead of the temporary one I've got
now. He thought to himself. Oh well, I can do that later.
After he was set up in his classroom, he went to his apartment that the Council had set
up for him. Tomorrow would be his first teaching day, September 30th.
The next day, after meeting some of his students, he was starting to feel comfortable. It was
second period, the one with his Slayer. He taught the normal lessons and asked Harmony to see
him after class.
"You wanted to see me, Mr. Price?" Harmony asked.
"Yes, Harmony. It's something important." Wesley explained.
"Do you know what a vampire is?" Wesley asked, all with the cryptic, stuffy, old Brit.
"Yea. They're not real, though. Just like witches and werewolves." Harmony assured.
"Actually," Wes started, pulling an massive book that looked to Harmony to be three times the
size of their English book. "They are real. All of them. Vampires, witches, and werewolves."
Harmony looked at the green leather bound book. It said on it in golden text: 'Vampyre'
"You're funny, Mr. Price." Harmony laughed.
"I assure you, Ms. Kendall, this is no joke." Wesley said, all seriousness.
"O…okay." Harmony whimpered, suddenly feeling very small.
"There's a prophecy. In every generation there is a Chosen One. She alone will stand against the
vampires, demons and forces of darkness. She is the Slayer. That's you." Wesley told.
"No way! I could, like, break my nails or something!" Harmony exclaimed, alarmed.