~*~Okay everyone, this was originally a story called "Switching Slayers" I
changed the name and the first chapter but the premise is the same. I
decided the beginning needed more of a background. That way it would be
easier to understand. I hope you enjoy it! P.S. - I changed the villain's
name. Oh well. ~*~BelleArtiste~*~
~3000 years ago~
Asrakana, the supreme ruler of the world, stood in her palace looking down into the water portal she was using as her scrying bowl. This pitiful planet, she thought, it hadn't taken long to subdue the entirety of it. Those pathetic humans would never be a dominant race. They couldn't withstand virtually any pressure; they had no natural armor or defense mechanisms. They had to use tools to defend themselves. It had been easy to disarm them and take over their cities. Her minions were still out there destroying everything in sight and either killing the humans or forcing them to join her army. Asrakana watched as a crying mother and baby were forced into a corner and then slashed open by a 6 ft. Pylantia demon. She could still hear the screams as she ran her hand through the water in the bowl disrupting her view.
If she had only continued watching for another minute it might have changed everything. Little did she know that there was a force coming to destroy her empire. In a small glen in Africa, a man and a girl sat meditating around a fire. They were sitting inside a circle of power preparing a spell; an enchantment powerful enough to annihilate her and all of her magick. The man and girl began to whisper the words to their binding and transportation spell, the power rose and engulfed Asrakana but she never saw a thing. At the last second though, she felt it, and she knew what was happening. She screamed to herself, "That damn Slayer and Watcher!" But it was too late. She began to fade out of existence. Just as she was about to be locked in another dimension for all time, she called out magickally and bound herself to the Slayer and Watcher pair. She had found the loophole in the spell. Her own spell intertwined with theirs enabled her to regain her power, if and only if, the Slayer went without a Watcher, the next stipulation being that she could not return to this world unless it lacked a Slayer. The final magick trickled out of Asrakana and she faded into oblivion to wait. The Watcher felt the final dying spell of the empress but dismissed it. There would never be a time when a Slayer would be without a Watcher much less no Slayer. When the old Slayer dies a new one is called.
Into every generation a Slayer is born, one girl in all the world, The Chosen One, one born with the strength and to hunt the vampire.
The old Watcher thought to himself. "Well more than just vampires."
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~2 weeks ago~
Buffy Summers stood in shock as Travers pronounced Giles fired. But she needed him! He was her Watcher. She needed him like Cordelia needed a sanity checkup. He was her trusted confidant and practically a father to her. They couldn't take him away. It wasn't fair, she had done everything right, and she had killed the stupid vampire and won. It was over. So what if Giles had told her what was going on, he had needed to, the monster had kidnapped her mother. They couldn't fire him for something like that! As the reality slowly started to sink in, Buffy sat down in a chair. Travers walked out of the room and left her alone with Giles.
"Now Buffy, it's going to be alright. I can still stay here as the librarian and I will help you however I can. For the moment you have no Watcher. I'm sure you will be able to handle yourself until they appoint a new one. Don't worry." Buffy looked up at Giles with her tearstained face, "No Giles it wont be! That stupid council doesn't know what it has done! You are my Watcher, no matter who they bring in, no one can replace you."
"That's all well and good Buffy but I am no longer your active Watcher. And I can't pretend to be. That's the sad truth. For now you are without a Watcher, but I'm still here to support you like I always do."
~*~
In a hidden dimension Asrakana felt the magick seep back into her veins. She flexed her mind and got reacquainted with her magick, then in a show of sparks blasted the chains off her arms. "It looks as if someone lost a Watcher." She thought to herself as she freed her legs and stretched. It was nice to be free. She walked across the floor, and where the door should have been, she waved a hand and opened a portal to the dimension of time. She had a plan. It had only taken 3000 years to come up with. There was no fooling her this time. She would beat that stupid Slayer once and for all and rip off her pretty little head. Then she might be as kind to the Watcher. Perhaps not. She would have plenty of time to decide once she took over the world again.
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~3000 years ago~
Asrakana, the supreme ruler of the world, stood in her palace looking down into the water portal she was using as her scrying bowl. This pitiful planet, she thought, it hadn't taken long to subdue the entirety of it. Those pathetic humans would never be a dominant race. They couldn't withstand virtually any pressure; they had no natural armor or defense mechanisms. They had to use tools to defend themselves. It had been easy to disarm them and take over their cities. Her minions were still out there destroying everything in sight and either killing the humans or forcing them to join her army. Asrakana watched as a crying mother and baby were forced into a corner and then slashed open by a 6 ft. Pylantia demon. She could still hear the screams as she ran her hand through the water in the bowl disrupting her view.
If she had only continued watching for another minute it might have changed everything. Little did she know that there was a force coming to destroy her empire. In a small glen in Africa, a man and a girl sat meditating around a fire. They were sitting inside a circle of power preparing a spell; an enchantment powerful enough to annihilate her and all of her magick. The man and girl began to whisper the words to their binding and transportation spell, the power rose and engulfed Asrakana but she never saw a thing. At the last second though, she felt it, and she knew what was happening. She screamed to herself, "That damn Slayer and Watcher!" But it was too late. She began to fade out of existence. Just as she was about to be locked in another dimension for all time, she called out magickally and bound herself to the Slayer and Watcher pair. She had found the loophole in the spell. Her own spell intertwined with theirs enabled her to regain her power, if and only if, the Slayer went without a Watcher, the next stipulation being that she could not return to this world unless it lacked a Slayer. The final magick trickled out of Asrakana and she faded into oblivion to wait. The Watcher felt the final dying spell of the empress but dismissed it. There would never be a time when a Slayer would be without a Watcher much less no Slayer. When the old Slayer dies a new one is called.
Into every generation a Slayer is born, one girl in all the world, The Chosen One, one born with the strength and to hunt the vampire.
The old Watcher thought to himself. "Well more than just vampires."
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~2 weeks ago~
Buffy Summers stood in shock as Travers pronounced Giles fired. But she needed him! He was her Watcher. She needed him like Cordelia needed a sanity checkup. He was her trusted confidant and practically a father to her. They couldn't take him away. It wasn't fair, she had done everything right, and she had killed the stupid vampire and won. It was over. So what if Giles had told her what was going on, he had needed to, the monster had kidnapped her mother. They couldn't fire him for something like that! As the reality slowly started to sink in, Buffy sat down in a chair. Travers walked out of the room and left her alone with Giles.
"Now Buffy, it's going to be alright. I can still stay here as the librarian and I will help you however I can. For the moment you have no Watcher. I'm sure you will be able to handle yourself until they appoint a new one. Don't worry." Buffy looked up at Giles with her tearstained face, "No Giles it wont be! That stupid council doesn't know what it has done! You are my Watcher, no matter who they bring in, no one can replace you."
"That's all well and good Buffy but I am no longer your active Watcher. And I can't pretend to be. That's the sad truth. For now you are without a Watcher, but I'm still here to support you like I always do."
~*~
In a hidden dimension Asrakana felt the magick seep back into her veins. She flexed her mind and got reacquainted with her magick, then in a show of sparks blasted the chains off her arms. "It looks as if someone lost a Watcher." She thought to herself as she freed her legs and stretched. It was nice to be free. She walked across the floor, and where the door should have been, she waved a hand and opened a portal to the dimension of time. She had a plan. It had only taken 3000 years to come up with. There was no fooling her this time. She would beat that stupid Slayer once and for all and rip off her pretty little head. Then she might be as kind to the Watcher. Perhaps not. She would have plenty of time to decide once she took over the world again.
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