Title – Buffy the Vampire Slayer My Way
Summary – I decided I wanted to change some stuff in the Buffy world. She still has her powers and all the normal people are there, its just I always thought she was a little too preppy and I wanted to add some adventure to her previously dull "before slayer" years. Oh, this is my first fanfic, so send lots of flames.
Warnings- About the same amount of violence and stuff as in the TV show, and some language.
Authors Note - / \ thoughts, the whole she thought, he thought, they thought thing can get REALLY old. And so I don't get sued. I don't own Buffy :sniffle: or any of the show, company, or dialogue that I use form the show. I am but a petty teen who like to write fanfiction.
Chapter 1: The Beginning
The wind ripped through the trees, sending eight-year old Buffy clutching for her dear life. Hands bleeding and hair tangled with sticks and leaves, she forced her head up against the powerful winds. This was why she was here. Why she had climbed up the towering tree. To see. She saw. Wave after wave came crashing down. The water swept over the village whose roots went back to the slave trade era, were now being degraded to splinters swept into the ocean.
"Buffy! Buffy, where are you?" her mother screamed, throat hoarse. She called against the winds.
Buffy looked down, there her mother's neck snapped back and forth, searching for her. Her precious daughter. She should call down. Scream. Assuring them, she was safe. She leaned over, opened her mouth…nothing. Silence. They wouldn't have been able to hear her anyway.
She sat there, watching the destruction before her. Miles away, a mere watcher. No remorse. No sorrow. This was nature's way. That's what her dad said. Destruction begot creation. There was always something new to take place of the old. Right?
15 years later…
"Buffy can you hand me the chisel?" her mother, Joyce Summers, a renowned archeologist and ancient world expert, asked, hand held out by her back.
Buffy gazed at the toolbox. She remembered how quickly she had been entranced by their designs. Her parents had been quick as well to show her their proper uses and origins but she hadn't cared. To her if she didn't learn it herself it wouldn't stick. Something her parents never really caught on to.
"Buffy?"
"Oh sorry….um chisel right?"
She grabbed a rather pokey figure from the box, placing it carefully in her mother's hand.
"You okay?"
"Oh yeah just tired."
"I told you not to stay up too late."
"It wasn't that I couldn't sleep."
"Something bothering you?"
Buffy thought.
/Yes of course, I haven't slept in weeks because these freiken nightmares. They're so real.\
"No, weird dreams that's all. Nothin to worry about."
"Ok, as long as you're sure."
"I'm sure." This was a lie. She wasn't sure of anything. For months now, sleep had been avoiding her. She could barely close her eyes without seeing them. The monsters. The monsters that were only supposed to be in really cheesy movies wearing way too much make-up and crappy costumes. , except these guys were real. Real as real could get, and they seemed to think it was cool to bother me all night long.
/Mean vampires. Mean.\
Coming up next…
It was a traditional thing. Go out at night. Have your parents pack you down with survival equipment; ice picks, rope, flare, ext. Drop them on the way and have fun. Fun that most teenagers dreamed of. It was a tradition, and my parents were breaking it.
"No Buffy. No way. You're not going out there." My mother chastised, wading through the swampy waters.
"Dadddd?" I pleaded. He was the relaxant. A rule breaker. The person that considered anyone that didn't go out in a blizzard was a wuss. My last hope.
"No, your mother's right. There's some psycho murderer out there and you're not gonna be his next victim." Crush. There go my hopes. Crumpled into a ball and thrown into the trashcan. On the other hand...
/I think its time for a sneak out.\