The world was taking a getting used to for two young people. Nightmares haunted them and things like destiny just plain sucked. For Buffy Summers here fashion oriented world was shattered with the appearance of Merrick, her Watcher and Lothos, a Master Vampire that had his sights set on killing her. For William Winters, his stable I am the big bad reality shattered when he woke up one night to find that his world itself had changed. While he experienced life again and being reunited with his mother, he still did not know what in this new reality he had become.
And during that time Quentin Travers and the Watcher Counsel pulled the stings behind the scenes. They were leading their American slayer in the direction of the Hellmouth by first making sure that the girl's mother would find a job there as soon as the divorce between her parents was final. They hunted tirelessly for their new British male slayer as well and their efforts had paid off well. Now all they had to do was find some way of executing a plan that would bring him too them.
And then there were others too, others such as the likes of Angel, the souled vampire and Drusilla, his insane childe. For Angel, a messenger of the Powers that Be called upon him to travel to the Hellmouth where he would be needed. Drusilla however used her insanely dark power of foresight to look into the stars and see that the one she had been waiting for had finally arrived, ready for her to go and make her darkest dreams come true.
It would only be time before everything would fall into place.
London, England
"Mother, I'm home"
Spike entered the spacious townhouse that he and his widowed mother shared together. It had been only a mouth since he had woken up in this foreign world, where a wished seemed to have come true. Sure Buffy wasn't there with him, but he had saved her – she had things of her own to do now. This was his reward; to live again, to make things right and finally get that second chance he always yearned for.
"Oh William dear, how was your day" she smiled as he entered the drawing room.
"You know, my teachers are bloody pillocks and all that rot"
"Language William"
"Sorry mum" he blushed as he realized he was acting out too much of the Spike in him and not the William.
"Its okay dear, I had to expect that you would have to grow up one day" she sighed, her cloudy blue eyes reflecting her own inner sadness. "But I got word back today from the psychiatrist I phoned for you"
"Mum, I don't need a shrink"
"No, no, just hear me out. He told me that your nightmares could be related to the stress of your father's death with my illness. He really just wants to meet you, so I made an appointment for this time here tomorrow"
"But…"
She shook her head. "No buts young man. Mr. Roberts and an associate of his will be here tomorrow whither you like it or not"
Los Angeles, California
"But Merrick! The dance is tomorrow!"
"Buffy why can't you understand the seriousness of this? You are the slayer and killing Lothos is more important then some ridiculously silly dance"
Buffy gapped open mouthed at her watcher; his lack of understanding teenage girls and their needs was horrible. This dance was her life, vampires or no vampires. Over the last mouth her friends had been slowly dropping away from her and her only confidant seemed to be Pike – who woulda thought?
"Think Merrick!" she gasped excitedly, a thought coming into her head like the little light balb had just been turned on. "Vampires… teenagers…dance… isn't that a recipe for a smorgasbord with extra cheese?"
Merrick sighed and ran a hand through his graying hair. "Yes Buffy, I do believe you are right – for once"
"See!" she beamed. "Slaying and teen intel is mixy!"
"Good lord, what did I ever do to deserve this?"
London, England
The next day was there in a flash and Spike was dreading his night with Mr. Roberts. It was the only thing that had been on his mind all day, well that and the depressingly bad English weather that had turned out. The sky was dark and gray, a foreboding mix of something yet to come.
And he was late. Trudging into the house and soaking wet and foul in mood, Spike made is way up to his second floor bedroom to strip out of his sodden cloths. Once he had pulled on a pair of warm soft cloths and was about to head back down the stairs, he heard a gentle knock at the door and his mother going to answer it.
"Yes? Can I do something for you?"
From his place at the top of the stairs, Spike was unable to hear whoever was at the door speaking, but from the sound of his mother's voice that it wasn't Mr. Roberts.
"Oh you mean my son William?"
Was it someone for him?
"Yes he's home, he just got in actually. Are you a friend of his?"
Now that was suspicious. Whoever he had been before, he didn't have really any friends. Over the last month small snippets of memory would bombard him and he would see flashes of his past as an actually part of this world.
"Well please don't take too long, my son and I are expecting guest"What was going on?
"Oh I'm dreadfully sorry, please come in dear, its poring out there!""Mum, don't!"
He cleared the stairs in a single leap, only to hind that he was now staring into the dark hypnotic eyes of Drusilla as she crossed the threshold into his home.
Los Angeles, California
Buffy stood back watching as the gymnasium of Hemery High burned bright against the Los Angeles sky. She felt as if she had staked herself and she hurt so bad inside. Her heart was wounded and inside she knew she was a changed girl. She had witnessed Merrick's was death by Lothos' hand and now Lothos was dust, staked by her.
At her side was Pike and he had been there to help her through this night when she needed it the most. He was the one positive thing that had happened to her as all around everything reminded her of the deaths and her parent's divorce. This battle, her first battle as the slayer was won and it was her time for a rest.
"Let's go"
"You sure?" Pike asked, his expression was serious for the first time opposed to usually grinning one he wore.
"I'm sure"
So without further questions Buffy hopped onto the back of his motorcycle and left the shallow girl she had once been behind her.
London, England
"Drusilla! Mother, get away from her!" Spike gasped as he moved to position him in front of his mother and the vampiress.
"William what's going one here? You know this girl?" his mother demanded, fear entering her voice like and icy spear.
"That doesn't matter mum, just stay back"
"William thi – "
"Oh now she is a special one to you, yet just to look at her brings back terrible memories… ones of blood and death" Drusilla purred as she moved closer towards Spike who was backing away into the adjacent drawing room.
"What is she – "
"Mother hush!" Spike nearly snapped at her, placing a hand over her mouth.
"So what are you my sweetling? Are you Prince of Sunlight or Prince of Moonlight? The stars are unwilling to tell me all"
She moved closer and reached out a hand to caress his cheek that sent vile shivers down his spine.
"You are a tricky little one, aren't to slayer boy"
"What are squawking about?" Spike snapped, her words confusing and making him sick. "I know you're out of your gourd Dru, but now your just plan batty"
"And the little pet knows the princess, but the princess doesn't know him? Is that your special power slayer boy?"
"Why do you keep calling me that?"
"Because that is what you are my pet – slayer boy, boy slayer and you will be mine" she giggled before striking out at him.
He knew it was coming long before it came, but he was far too entranced to react on time. She struck him in the side of the head, causing him to fall backward and strike his head upon a table going down. He barely heard his mother screaming when all went black.
"Can you really believe it?" Roberts was babbling. "A male slayer – a real male slayer!"
"Yes Martin, but please speak a little softer because you've already broken my eardrums with that chatter"
"I'm not that bad Rupert"
Rupert Giles groaned inwardly as he drove down the busy London streets. As much as he was excited about getting to meet the world's first male slayer, but this was outrageous. Roberts was acting like he had eaten far too much sugar or he had become a schoolgirl with crush.
"You are so"
Roberts grumbled, but kept his mouth shut and only opened it when his giving directions. When they finally arrived at the house in which the Council had finally located their second slayer, both watchers stepped from the car and headed up the front steps. They found that the door was eerily left ajar and when they pushed it back, they found the house deathly quite.
"Now, now, it wasn't that bad was it" a voice hissed from the next room.
Peering into the room, they the object of their visit was getting groggily to his feet, a trail of blood running down from a small cut on his head.
Three feet from him was the vampire, Drusilla – one third of the Scourge of Europe and at her feet was the dead body of Anne Winters.
"She tested icky anyway – like diseased puppy ready to be putdown"
"Why you wretched bitch!" the boy yelled and launched himself at her.
To the surprise of the two watching watchers, the slayer held his own against the vampire and all the skills he used looked as if he had been fighting for years. This had nothing to do with his new inherited slayer strength and abilities; this was pure first hand knowledge.
"She didn't deserve to die! She was meant to live!"
He stuck her hard and knocked the dark vampiress to the ground with the force of his blow. She was about to move again when he snatched his dead mother's fallen cane and held it over her heart, stilling her movement.
"You will always be mine slayer boy" she growled. "Dust or no dust, the stars will haunt you for me"
"I'm sure they will luv"
And without hesitation he trust the cane down into her unbeating heart, watching her turn to dust without a flicker of emotion. And he just sat there for the next few moments just looking at what seemed to be the end of a perfect life until he noticed their presence behind him. Turing his gaze fell on Giles and let out an exasperated groan.
"Oh great, just what I needed"
So I hope that was good enough for you. Oh and to Briedee for your review – thanks for the awesome comment (to all of you actually!)and shame on you for thinking that I wouldn't update (it just takes some time). And I know that I kinda lied about not having much of Buffy, but I figure to kill two birds with one stone and get the pre-Sunnydale part over with fast and I'll also have an explanation to why I made Spike a slayer in the next chapter too!
I hope you also didn't mind about me killing off Spike's mother, but it was a have to do kinda thing. I needed him to not have his mother for reasons you'll find out in the next chapter as well as Dru getting dusted. But if you have any suggestions for me, please review. Later!