Title: "A Different Type of Slayer" Part 1
By: DaughterKalika
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Rating: PG-13 for language and mild violence
Paring: N/A
Genre: mystery/action/suspense
Summary: A fiction that I put myself as a character. Part 1 focuses on introducing main characters of the fiction and collecting a few clues as to what may happen in later parts. Hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: The plot is mine, don't steal it.
1. Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Joss owns it all; I don't own any of the characters or settings.

Chapter 1

I know I am in the Hellmouth. I know this is Demon Town. I know that this town holds the Slayer, but that doesn't stop me. Nothing ever stops me. Nothing ever beats me, for I am the One. The One who knows all, who feels all, who does all. I am everything and anything. I am your darkest nightmares; I am the most heavenly dream in your mind. I know everything about anything and anything about anyone. I am me, and the Slayer is about to meet her match.

The Bronze; the most entertaining piece of junk in this whole town and still the most hopping place for teenagers and free feeding grounds for the undead. I can see vampires from yards away. My eyes double as mirrors and I can see in infrared, night, and extreme light. Anyway, with my special eyes as mirrors, I know that there are about a dozen vamps lurking in this hormone-infested building.

I make my way over to the corner of the building to meet an old friend.

"William," I say, "Good evening."

He jumps not realizing that I use his true name; the name I used to call him all of the time back when my second-cousin sired him. William the Bloody; Spike. A crude name he had adopted from embedding railroad spikes into defenseless people.

"Bloody hell," he says to me in his English accent, "the name is Spike now. William is long gone. How many times do I have to tell you?"

"My dear William, your name has been marveled upon since the day you were created; and killing those Slayers? Priceless. As long as there are those of us around who know the truth, William the Bloody will live forever."

He melts; I hit a nerve. He reaches into his trench coat and takes out a flask that smells of blood and vodka. As he puts the flask back into his coat, I notice he hides a dagger in his belt.

"So, do you have it or not?" he asks.

"I have mine, but where is yours?" I wave an envelope in front of his face. He tries to take if from me but I grab his hand in mid-air. So easy it would be if I want to break it. "Where is it?"

He snatches his hand back and leads me out the back door of the Bronze, his trench coat flies behind him. Outside I hear a girl scream about three blocks away. Some vamp has found his meal; the cemetery will welcome a new grave.

"Well, here it is," says William.

"Open it," I say in reply.

William kneels down and takes the dagger out of his belt to pry the box open; the box which he has pulled from behind a dumpster; the box which holds what I want. The box opens with a squeak and I hear something that I would have prevented if I didn't need what is in the box. I hear the Slayer drive a stake into the heart of a vampire; the vampire that had just killed the girl. The Slayer was not alone though. She has another vampire next to her. Why doesn't she dust him too? The thought perplexes me, but is brushed from my mind when William hands me something.

"The Blade of the Night Warrior," says William. "You know, I had to kill a lot of people at the museum to get you this bloody sword. It gonna cost you double."

I take the sword from his hands and unsheathe it. I hear William gulp in fear. He knew I am awesome with a sword. I even have one strapped to my back in case William decides to pull something, or if I have an unexpected visit from the Slayer.

"You will get what I promised you, no more, no less. And if you so much as try to cross me, dear William, you will be the one I sacrifice. Understand?" I say.

I see his face transform into the beast I knew he was. A vampire. A pathetic excuse for a creature of evil; but it is not me his face transforms for. I smell her before I know who she is. The Slayer. I smell blood on her hands from when she checked on the girl who was killed. I smile.