Disclaimer: I don't own anything save for the Original Characters.

N: You guys are probably wondering why I'm not posting my fic at BTVS crossovers. The reason is, I don't get as much reviews as I do here. The people here are so much more generous! ;-)

This is AU. But the timeline is set on 2022. AU alright!! So don't ask how Buffy got all the way there.

A quick recall on what happened in the end of "The Beginning of War": Buffy and her gang had their battle with the First which they emerged victorious save for the losses of Spike and Anya. Max, Alec, and their gang had their war with the Seattle Gov. They managed to escape TC just before it burst into flames.

A/N: A few of the stuff that happened in the DA episodes will be happening now in my fic albeit a different version of it. Hope you guys will enjoy this fic as much as you did the last one! Don't forget to Review!!! ;-)

Oh, and for a while, there won't be any mentioning of the characters of the other characters. For example: Buffy won't be thinking of Max. And Max won't be thinking of Buffy, kapeesh? Not that they have anything against each other. It would just go well with the fic if they just remember each other when they finally meet each other again. Understood? Good. Now read on!!!

"Judgment Day"

Chapter One: Tainted Blood

She was running as fast as her legs could carry her, her feet pounding loudly on the grassy ground, and her heart beating wildly in her chest. She raced past identically shaped stones that stood from the ground. This was unfamiliar to her as she grew up in a place that did not play host to any of these strange monuments. In fact, she barely recognized everything around her. Her surroundings seemed to be nothing than a blur of black, white, and gray.

Her legs were starting to tire, but she couldn't stop.

Because someone was chasing her.


Adrenalin coursed through her as she cut through the darkness that wrapped itself around her in a cloak of black. Behind her, she could hear the wind parting as a body would slice through it, noiselessly following her with abnormal speed.

Fear enveloped her as her pursuer drew closer.

He was hunting her down.

And that was when she reached a dead end.

With a startled cry,, she spun around and came face to face with – "Vampire," she whispered, her voice laced with fear.

"Slayer," the vampire growled, before vanishing in a wisp of smoke.

And standing on the spot where the vampire had stood was HER.

"Impure child," she hissed, her pitch black eyes glowing with anger. "You have disgraced the Family. How dare you join their side? For years we have educated you to become one of us, and yet you throw all of our precious teachings away through revolutionizing? Perhaps your blood isn't as pure as we thought it was...and now it evidently isn't. Your blood has been permanently stained...tainted. And impurity is something that we despise in our Family. As we all know the consequences of such as these are most severe... "

...

A thousand miles from where the nightmare took place, Lucas awoke with a start, the callous voice of the Maistre echoing repeatedly in her head. You have disgraced the Family...

She shivered, more from fear than from the icy coldness that never seemed to leave her room. These dreams that she had been having was becoming more and more consistent, and at night, when she slept, they would come. And the unreal images that would flood her mind would shatter her heart into pieces. The pains of condemnation could do that to you.

And it was slowly breaking her.

She was a Chosen One. An allegedly mythological girl whom her family would indisputably detest. If they knew she existed. To her family, the Slayer was nothing more than a mere myth.

She squeezed her eyes shut to keep the daunting image of the Maistre out of her mind. If her family would ever find out...

Her nightmare might just become a reality.

...

It had been one year, five months, and twenty-three days since the genocide in Seattle took place. But the memories of that fateful day was not lost on the transgenics that had survived it. Not many of them were able to escape Terminal City unscathed, and although they had plenty of time to recuperate, the wounds that had scarred their souls were permanent.

The one hundred and fifty-seven transgenics that were able to flee the flames of TC had retreated into hiding in a rather large community of warehouses in Vancouver, Canada where they remained until now, carefully watching their backs and keeping tabs on the news.

So far, they were safe, no one had discovered their covert hiding place yet. The Seattle government may not have given up on them just yet, but the deaths of their best defense force made them stop and think for a while. The fight that they had with the transgenics had made them reach a staggering conclusion.

They were dealing with extremely deadly genetically-enhanced supersoldiers who had no intention of going down easily.

It was very early in the morning, and the sun had barely risen, but thanks to her Shark DNA, she was already wide awake. Max crept out of the room that she had been sharing with Alec and into the "Common Room", where most of the X5s hung out to relax and laze around.

They were living in Barracks 8 along with ten other X5s. They had renovated the whole place to make living there more comfortable. Although doing so was a bit difficult considering the lack of equipments...But they managed. They were X5s, after all. Of course, the other barracks containing the transhumans and X6s were a lot messier, but they were comfortable. All of them were comfortable. Max had picked the best hideaway: VMB. Vancouver Military Base.

It was an abandoned military base located in the outskirts of Vancouver, completely far-off from human civilization which only gave them the peace and relaxation that they really needed. Max had discovered this place when they had bee-lined all the way to St. Louis Pier (an abandoned pier) which was a few blocks from here—overlooking the ocean.

A smile of contentment graced her tired features as she walked out of the warehouse and was greeted by the coolness of the morning breeze. The past year had been rather hectic for them. They barely had enough rations to keep them alive, so she had to assign a few of their more experienced X5s and X6s to "borrow" and "take" some supplies and foods from the ordinaries which proved to be somewhat difficult. But again, they managed.

They always did.

A/N: Okay, so that was a little peek into the world of Max. Hope that explained things, and since I've never been to Canada before, I just made up the addresses, you know the 'community of warehouses in St. Louis Pier.'? I just made that up...anyway...REVIEW!!!

Translations: Maistre means (female) master in Old French.

The next chapter will give you guys a little peek into the world of Buffy. Plus, more info on Lucas and who she really is. :-)