TITLE: V-Day
FEEDBACK: You know. I hope.
DISTRIBUTE: Woot woot. I mean, er, spread the love, right?
AUTHOR: never look back
SUMMARY: Anne Summers is the first female, Slayer, and youngest person to be accepted into the Watcher's Council -- the political haven for all thingsSlayer concerned. She is seen asthe Chosen One, but what happens when a prophecy about her goes awry and a rebellion against her begins, leading into the dreaded V-Day?
DISCLAIMER: I obviously don't own any of the characters listed in this story. Why write fan fiction when I could control minds on tv? All belong to Joss Whedon, etc. I also don't know why I use that same line over and over and over again… : )
AUTHOR NOTES: italics are thoughts/dreams/flashbacks/writing
Chapter One
Night had fallen over the city; over the entire country of the US. No longer were the streets a safe haven of solitude, but a road to literally a bloodless death. Even LA, the city of California which never sleeps, gradually became tired over the years as "strange activity" kicked up a notch.
No one slept without worries anymore. Even Sunnydale, in all their oblivion, began to realize the seriousness of the situation. The nightmares they dreamed about were slowly becoming reality.
Anne Summers had no time to think about darkness at the moment -- she was fighting for her life against it. Her deep green (or blue?) eyes scanned the barren streets, recognizing at least four dark figures rushing towards her. Quickly pinning up her blonde hair, Anne crouched in a fighting stance as the battle began.
"Slayer," a nearby vampire in game-face hissed before charging at her.
Anne sighed. "Can't you guys come up with a better greeting? I mean, I do this night after night after night -- "
She flipped one onto it's back before whipping out her stake and plunging it into his heart. At least, where his heart was supposed to be, Anne thought smugly before kicking another vampire in the stomach. Anne lunched and struck the next three almost continuously.
Anne turned around after dusting her last vampire. "So? How'd I do, Giles?"
Another figure stepped out from his hiding in the shadows, a stopwatch in hand, a digital video camera in the other, and a smile on his face. Rupert Giles walked into the streetlight and faced the Slayer.
"You beat it," he gleamed. "You beat the worlds' fasted time for killing a vampire nest in under fifteen minutes! And I got it all on tape!"
Anne smiled, lifting her chin slightly higher. "Wow. That definitely says something."
The two began to walk towards the Summers household. As they quietly made their way through the neighborhood, Giles started up the conversation with a cough.
"You know," Giles said disarmingly, causing Anne to look at him. "You might want to send the Council a note on your achievements. I mean, at nineteen you're definitively a candidate for the Chosen One -- "
"Cut it out, Giles," Anne interrupted. "Screw the Council. Corrupt politic games don't make me all giddy like some people I know." She looked beyond the street. "I have no plans on becoming a Watcher."
Giles sighed. "Anne, think for a moment. You said your finances are getting harder for your family. I should imagine, with housing all of us, you would want some kind of reward. And with all the findings you've discovered, all the times you've saved the world, you're bound to -- "
"We," Anne said quietly.
"I beg your pardon?"
"We," she said, louder. "We made the discoveries, Giles. We saved the world. I couldn't have done it by myself."
Giles smiled, knowing she was talking about himself and her five closest friends. "I guess you're right."
The Watcher and Slayer went for another sweep in the area before retiring to Anne's house. With her father in LA and mother dead, Giles acted as the legal guardian for Anne's household. Xander and Anya, a not-so serious couple, shared a room because Xander's house was set on fire due to a leak about him being the Slayer's ally -- which was entirely true. Willow and Oz stayed over occasionally when there was nothing to do at the dorm.
Anne had decided to dedicate her life to her Slayerhood. As an activist for good, unfortunately, she didn't get paid. She depended on her friends and family to help with the payments. Unfortunately, times were hard with the recent vampire upbringings and weird behavior.
After she said goodnight to Giles and tip-toed upstairs as to not disturb Xander and Anya, Anne climbed out her window and onto the roof. She looked at the stars and began to seriously think.
There must be something we're missing. Vampire business is doubling; death rates are higher. Even with the increase of Slayers around the world, Anne realized not much was being done to bring evil to a halt.
Something's going on, Buffy mused. The city lights of LA could be seen from her house. The lights burned and blurred in the skies at the late night hour. Giles is right. The Council would know about this.
But the only way you could access their information is through contacting them. And, unfortunately, joining.
Anne was less than optimistic about joining the Watcher's Council. It was just a bunch of old guys (no offense to Giles, who served as a sort of secretary for the Council along with all the other Watchers with Slayers) who liked to be referred to as Master Watchers and "supposedly" watched every inch of evil.
The money would be helpful for home, Anne gloomily thought. But that would mean I would have to leave. Pack up for England.
Anne sighed before crawling back into her room and slowly falling asleep on her bed. She made up her mind, and would talk to the Scooby Gang about it in the morning.
"So what's the deal, Anne?" Xander asked, taking a bite of his sandwich. The group was huddled in her living room a little after lunch time. "New apocalypse now-ish?"
Anne smiled grimly. "No, we've got an even bigger thing that than."
"Bigger than an apocalypse?" Oz asked. He looked to Willow. "Now that's pretty big." Willow grinned in response before looking to Anne.
Giles cleared his throat. "This is actually quite serious, everyone. Anne has an important announcement to make."
All eyes were on her. She took in a breath and closed her eyes. This is it.
"Giles and I have been talking about the Watcher's Council for a while, now," she started. "And we've been bickering about it ever since I can remember."
Anne looked to everyone individual before continuing on. "I've decided I'm going to send in my portfolio to the Watcher's Council."
Willow gasped. Xander managed to choke out, "What!"
"It's just like a resume," Anne said softly. "I won't know if I've received a position on the Watcher's Council until they contact me personally. So, it's basically just a shot in the dark -- "
"Anne, you're going to get the job!" Anya exclaimed incredulously. "There's no better Slayer out there!"
"She's right," Oz stated.
Willow stood up and gave her best friend a hug. "I don't know if I'm supposed to be happy you're doing great things, or sad that you'll be leaving us."
Xander followed suit and hugged the two. "I didn't think you'd ever relent to joining the Watcher's Council, Ann."
"But I'm not joining, I'm asking for -- "
"I have to agree with Anya, Anne," Giles said. "There's no way they can turn you down."
"Good thing the G-man's been keeping track of your Slayer style on video, huh?"
Giles sighed. "Don't call me G-man."
"When will you find out when you're going to London?" Willow asked, tears threatening her eyes.
"I should know by the end of this week," Anne answered. "The Council has "their ways" and all that good stuff."
Xander chuckled. "Just think," he said. "Pretty soon, Anne's going to be part of the Council. Which also means she'll be part of the butt of all our jokes."
Everyone laughed, trying to bring light to the situation. If only it were that easy, Anne thought to herself before taking everyone out to diner later on that night. Slaying can wait a while.
About a week later, the Scooby Gang's predictions about Anne getting accepted into the Watcher's Council were confirmed. A knock on the door woke up Anne's mid-day nap, causing her to stumble out of bed and travel down stairs.
Fortunately, Giles had already answered the door. He was talking -- no, begging -- the suited young man to come into the house.
"It looks as if you were not kidding, Mr. Giles," the man said with a thick British accent. Anne cautiously made her way down the stairs, listening carefully. "That Slayer of yours really has kept the streets clean."
"The cleanest a Hellmouth can become, I suppose."
Giles has jokes? Anne smiled to herself. Giles has jokes!
The two shared a chuckle. Giles turned to Anne and smiled. "Anne, you're here just in time. Meet Mr. Andrew Wells. A representative of the Council."
Mr. Wells offered his hand, and Anne didn't hesitate to take it. After introductions were made, he told her to pack up by tomorrow morning.
"A private jet will be located at this address to pick you up," he said, giving her a folded card. "Remember -- tomorrow, five thirty in the morning."
"Where will you be?" Anne asked.
"I will meet you in England at the location provided on the card. Don't worry. You'll see me."
With a wave, Mr. Wells was off, leaving an ecstatic Giles and mildly content Anne.
Am I really doing the right thing?
Anne called all of her friends and told them of the news. She wasn't sure whether to classify it as 'good' news or 'bad' news. Somehow, neither word seemed to fit. Everything wasn't just black and white anymore, but there were grays all around her.
Hmm...I don't know where I'm going with this...
Please review if you want me to continue...need ideas : )
Um, it's similar to Star Wars if you haven't noticed...or you will, in the next chapters.
