Harmony: the Vampire Slayer
Chapter 2: Just Want to Be Left Alone
Disclaimer: Buffy or Angel characters are not mine. They belong to Joss Whedon, David
Greenwalt, and 20th Century Fox.
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A/N 2: Alright I know some of the characters are a bit out of character, as I haven't exactly
figured out how I want to write Harmony. But anyway, here's your story. Please review!
Suggestions would be great! I'll give you a cookie…
"Would my makeup get smeared?" Harmony genuinely panicked at the notion.
"Yes, Harmony. You could also, and probably will, lose your life!" Wesley raised his voice
getting perturbed.
"But then who will carry on the family fortune? I'm too young to die!" Harmony got flustered.
"Harmony, listen to me. If you let me train you in the ways of the Slayer, you'll have a lot less
chance of dying."
"O-okay. But if I don't get all my beauty sleep, I'm holding you responsible!" Harmony told him.
"Today, during your lunch block, eat your lunch quickly, and come see me. No one else can
know about you being the Slayer, so just make up an excuse as to why you're leaving early."
Wesley told her.
Waiting until both Wesley and Harmony were out of the room, Cordelia gathered up her
stuff. She had been standing there, waiting to welcome Mr. Price to Sunnydale when she
overheard Wesley and Harmony's conversation. Harmony and Wesley and both been so
engaged they hadn't noticed her standing there. She couldn't believe what she'd just heard.
Harmony and Wesley were crazy!
Oz couldn't believe it. He was a vampire. He was loving it, too. Buffy had taught him
everything he needed to know about being a vampire. She had even took him to the Ripper's
lair! Plus, Ripper said he could help by being bait. Ripper, he was like the god of vampires!
Very few vampires ever got to meet Ripper.
"I was sired by Ripper. Way back in the, what, 16th Century? Yes. It was. I was sick, suffering
from some kind of –ephesia disease. I don't remember anymore. My past is behind me now.
Nevertheless, you've gotta know the history of Ripper, Spike, myself, and Ripper's ancestors.
So anyway, after Ripper went all vampy, it was all I could do not to scream. In delight. See, I
had worshipped vampires. The other vampires, taking me as just another anguished teenager,
ignored me. But Ripper knew better, being the wizened Brit he is. He sensed my stifled scream
of delight, of pleasure. He knew I would be the perfect daughter. Now you know some of my
story. You must know his, also. Sired by a vampire in the early 14th century name Angelus.
Angelus, in the 15th century, was staked by the Slayer of that time. Angelus was sired by a very
insane vampire named Drusilla in the 11th century some time. She had had a vision of Ripper
and knew she had to sire Angelus. She was staked also, by a Slayer, by the name of Nikki
Wood, somewhere in the late 14th century. No one knows who sired Drusilla, though. Oh, but
I'm getting off track. Back to Ripper. Anyway, after being sired by Angelus, he roamed the
world with Angelus, killing many people, turning some, most of whom were pathetically weak
and were dusted by various Slayers. When Angelus was dusted by that Slayer, Ripper went on
a killing spree. Ripper also sired a young man, at the time, named Alexander. Now, besides me,
of course, Xander is Ripper's right hand man. But then, trying to open the Hellmouth, an
earthquake struck Sunny-D, and Ripper was stuck in between realities and dimensions. In one
reality he was Giles, a stuffy old Brit who was a Watcher to a Slayer, who looked exactly like
me, and had my name too. He's still stuck in that dimension. It's my job, as his daughter to get
him out. Its your job, as his grandson, too." Buffy explained to him, not letting him get one word
in.
"Wow." Oz breathed, though he didn't have to, being a vampire.
Back at Sunnydale High, Harmony was just finishing her lunch. In about five minutes,
she was done. Getting up to leave, Harmony made up an excuse. "I have to get help with my
math."
"Bye, Slayer." Cordelia called after her. Of course, Harmony being Harmony, she thought
nothing of it.
"Okay essentially, vampires are corpses possessed by demons, though the demon possessing
the body has all of the knowledge of the dead person, and most of their personality. The
vampire may look and talk like the person it formerly was but it will be a vicious killer and very
evil. The new vampire is created when a living person is killed through draining of blood by a
vampire. The new vampire will wake up the next night, ready to feed. Its demonic nature is
obvious what with its golden-rimmed eyes, long, sharp canines, and thickened, animal like facial
features. After its first meal, said vampire can take the shape of the human it used to be." Wesley
explained after Harmony got to his room.
"Okay, Harmony, there are countless ways to slay a vampire." Wesley begun.
"Shoot." Harmony encouraged.
"No, not shooting." Wesley corrected, obviously not used to American slang yet.
"No, I meant shoot like go ahead. Oh forget it." Harmony gave up.
"First and foremost way to kill a vampire? Staking them through their heart." Wesley pulled a
pointy wooden chair leg out of his weapons chest.
"Wow. It's a wooden... thing." Harmony exclaimed, thoroughly confused.
"This would be a stake." Wesley said, waving the stake around.
"Another way is beheading." Wesley pulled out a large sword.
"A sword. Like a pirate. Arrr." Harmony brightened at recognizing the weapon and imitated a
pirate.
"Vampires will also dust if they come in contact with holy water." Wesley took a vial of holy
water out of his trunk.
"Oh. Cool." Harmony said, quite bored, though she didn't tell Wesley that.
"If a vampire comes in direct sunlight, it will dust also." Wesley pointed to the sky, in which a
golden sun was glowing brightly, emphasizing his point.
"Also fire will kill them." Wesley got out a container of hellfire.
"Fire in a jar?" Harmony inquired.
"In a sense, yes." Wesley said.
"Another way to hurt vampires, and possibly kill them, is touching a cross to their skin. It will
burn them." Wesley pulled out a crucifix.
"Alright," Wesley dismissed, looking at the clock, "It's time for your next class. Come tomorrow.
We'll start training you and next week you can start patrolling."
"Bye Mr. Price." Harmony called, leaving Wesley's classroom.
"Mom! I'm going to the Bronze! I'll be back at 11!" Harmony shouted, walking out.
"Alright!" Harmony's mother called as Harmony walked out the door to the Bronze.
Harmony was walking to the Bronze when she sensed someone following her. She went
around the building she had been walking past and waited for the person to come near her.
When the person was near enough, she came out from the corner and punched the man, as she
now knew it was. It was a bleach blonde wearing a black leather duster.
"Well hello there, ma'am. Is there a problem?" the blond asked, in a heavy British accent.
"Yes, there is. You," Harmony accused, pointing at his chest, "were following me!"
"Y'know, I thought you'd be taller, bigger, more muscular. But you've definitely got spunk, that's
for sure." The man wondered aloud, rubbing the spot where she'd punched him.
"What?" Harmony asked, confused, and a bit frightened.
"We both want the same thing. To kill them all." The man told her.
"Did you ever think that maybe, just maybe, I want to be left alone?" Harmony raised her voice,
almost shouting. "I acted all goody goody in Mr. Price's office because I thought maybe I could
get to have a normal life! But no!"
"Here," The blond tossed a square box to Harmony, "You're gonna need this."
"For what?" Harmony caught it instinctively.
"The Harvest." The man revealed.
"What's that? And who are you?" Harmony was beyond confused, not to mention angry.
"Let's just say, I'm a friend." The Brit went all cryptic and ran away.
Harmony opened the box. Inside was a beautiful golden cross on a golden chain. She put it on.
It looked beautiful.