Harmony the Vampire Slayer
Chapter 3: Soul Boy
A/N: Yay! More reviews! Replies:
Karmawiccan: LOL. Actually, you did spell those words right, but that's besides the
point. More of Oz in this chapter and next. Plus, in this chapter, you'll get to see Ripper
instead of hearing Buffy talk about him the whole time.
Disastered: No, Harmony doesn't get enough stories. Thanks; I'm still working out how
to get some of them in there, like Willow.
Disclaimer: All Buffy and Angel characters belong to Joss Whedon, David Greenwalt, and 20th Century Fox
"You loved me, Spikey boy. You were my puppy dog, my little lap dog. For over two
hundred years, you followed me around like I was your threshold. We had fun times, we
did. You, Ripper, and me. Killing hundreds of innocents, slaughtering them like there
was no tomorrow. Well, really there was no tomorrow, 'cause ya know, hello immortal.
But then you had to get your hands on that Princess. And now you're soul boy."
"Buffy, out, now!" Spike told Buffy forcefully.
"I made you. I turned you into one of us. So you could be mine. Now you're living in a
crypt, drinking," Buffy gestured to the packets of blood in the open refrigerator, "packets
of blood from the butcher's. It's pathetic, that's what it is. Pathetic!" Buffy accused
Spike.
"Buffy, I told you to leave!" Spike pulled out a stake and pointed it into Buffy's chest. He couldn't do it, and
would never be able to do it. Couldn't stake his sire, couldn't break the unwritten rule. You didn't stake your
sire. Actually, you didn't stake any of your family, but it applied much stronger to the sire.
"Okay, okay soul boy. Bye Spikey." Buffy grinned evilly. She went to the crypt's door and opened it, going
back to Ripper's lair.
"Um, Mr. Price?" Harmony asked the next day after class.
"Yes? And from now on just call me Wesley."
"Okay. But last night, I think I met a vampire." Harmony told Wesley in a proud voice.
"Did you dust him?" Wesley asked, excited at the notion of his Slayer dusting a vampire before even being
trained a bit.
"No. He ran away before I could do anything. But I got a good punch on him." Harmony's eyes lit up and
that's when she realized something. She was loving this. Being the Slayer. It got her adrenaline pumping so
much. Plus, Harmony thought to herself, I really need to work out.
"But he gave me this," Harmony pulled the golden cross necklace out of her shirt and showed it to Wesley,
"And he said something about the Harvest. Plus, when I asked him who he was, he was all 'Let's just say
I'm a friend.' And god I hate when cryptic cute guys do that."
"Um, Harmony, vampire." Wesley said of Harmony's little stint, calling a vampire cute.
"Oh, yeah. Sorry."
"What did he look like?" Wesley asked, in a resigned voice, sighing.
"Um, slicked back blonde hair, kinda cute, wearing a black cloak... thing. Like people in Harry Potter."
Harmony gave a brief description of this 'mystery man.'
"What about a hairy potter?" Wesley asked, obviously not having read the books.
"Jeez, have you been trapped under a rock lately?" Harmony asked, stating the obvious.
"Uh, no. Back to the vampire." Wesley prompted the always off-track Harmony.
"Okay, so you said he was blond, with a... would a duster be the right name for it? And he was... civil for a
vampire right? He didn't try to hurt you or anything?" Wesley inquired.
"Yeah. Duster sounds about right. And no, he didn't try to hurt me." Harmony answered Wesley.
"Wait one minute, will you?" Wesley went to the back room and got a book.
"Oh, Lord. I think I've found something. It says here:
Spike, aka William the Bloody, was sired by Buffy. He has killed two Slayers in his time, one during the
Renaissance, the other during the Civil War. Then, in about 1870 he killed and turned a Persian princess.
The rest of the royal family, furious with Spike, cursed him with a soul. Plagued with the guilt of having
killed hundreds of people, he went into hiding for one hundred years.
Wow. Harmony, this is a vampire.With a soul."
"Oh. Cool. Does that mean he's good? 'Cause y'know I wouldn't want to stake a good vampire. But
he's a vampire, so..." Harmony stopped in mid-sentence.
"I don't know. But one thing's for sure. Don't go looking for him. You're not trained yet."
"Okay, fine."
"Hello, Ripper, Oh, Evil One. I have brought you a servant." Buffy greeted Ripper in his underground
lair.
"Wonderful, Buffy. What is his name?" Ripper was thrilled, well, as thrilled as he could get for being a
vampire, not to mention the next Big Bad.
"His name is Oz. Come, my childe, you must meet your grandsire."
"Yes, Buffy." Oz obeyed with no protests. Thus was the sire-childe relationship. The childe obeyed the sire
without dispute for the first nine months to a year. Then, as the vampire began to make a name for him or
herself he started to drift apart from his sire, going back to the life he was living before.
"Well then. You look like quite the vampire. When were you turned? Into a vampire, I mean." Ripper asked
the newly born vampire.
"Um," Oz looked at Buffy for permission to continue and she nodded,
"Two days ago."
"Well? Show me. Turn." Ripper ordered of the new vampire. Oz looked at Buffy questionably and she
nodded again. Letting his demon side take over, Oz shifted to his demon visage, yellow eyes, wrinkled
forehead, and extended fangs. Ripper clapped gleefully, for a demon.
A/N: I know this was shorter than any of the other chapters but I'm going to be out of state tonight and
tomorrow night so I thought I'd get something up.