THE FORGOTTEN SLAYER:

summary: While doing a little research Willow and Buffy come across a gap in the slayer timeline. When they confront giles about it, he tells them a story of bravery, awe, and the ultimate price to pay to save the world! Here is the tale of the forgotten slayer.

A/N: this is a short story that i had on my mind for a while so i decided to write it!

It takes place in the 2nd season of Buffy! Characters are not mine they belong to joss whedon and fox entertainment.

1

Buffy flipped through the book in front of her absent mindedly. She wasn't really paying attention to it, more like looking at the demonic pictures it contained and guessing how lethal they would be in a fight. "I'd give this particular one a five on a scale from one to ten," she said staring at a grotesque looking demon. "What's that?" Willow asked poking her head up from her book.

"It's just something i'm doing to pass the time," she answered. Willow gave her a look, "Are you doing any research over there?" The slayer shrugged, "You know me, more of the observer than the actual researcher."

Willow smiled then sighed, "What would you guys do without me?" Buffy tossed the book on the floor and hopped off the counter she was sitting on, "We'd all be doomed." "Who's doomed?" Giles asked coming from his office.

"No one," Buffy said. "Ah..well..anyway here's something you might want to take a look at," Giles said handing Willow a thick brown book. "What's this?" The red head asked.

"It's a collection of previous vampire slayers and some of the demons they've fought." he explained.

"Am i in there?" Buffy asked staring at the book. "Not as of yet," he told her. Buffy's smile left her face, it was now sporting a pout. She folded her arms against her chest and went to take a seat next to Willow. "Do you think our demon will be in here?" Willow questioned.

"It's worth a try," He pulled of his glasses, cleaned them, then put them back on. "You know that gets very annoying," Buffy told him. Giles ignored her commit on his cleaning habits. Willow opened the book and began flipping through the pages until she stopped on one. "It's the slayer timeline," she said.

Buffy looked over and squinted at the page, she frowned, "Giles what's that?" He looked at where her finger was pointing. On the page it showed, in great detail, a slayer then her successor. But on one of them it showed a slayer then after her was the word "forgotten" in parentheses.

"Hmm," was all that came out of the watcher's mouth. Buffy's eyebrow arched, "Is that a 'I have no clue hmm?' or a 'I think i've seen this somewhere before hmm?" Giles didn't answer her, he turned and went back into his office. "I'm guessing door number two," Willow said.

"I knew it!" Giles' voice screamed from his office. The girls gave each other looks. Giles came back out with a much smaller book this time. "Have you found something?" Willow inquired. Giles nodded. "Well what is it?" the slayer asked in anticipation. "Its the forgotten," He said.

"Whats a forgotten?" Buffy asked puzzled. Giles sighed, "Not a forgotten, the forgotten."

"Still lost here, whats the forgotten?"

Giles clearly was excited to have found this, as he explained everything to the two girls. "She was a slayer."

"What happened to her?" Willow asked. "All we knew at the time was that she was active for two months until some unknown occurance. After that she completely vanished. She has been dubbed the forgotten because of her sudden disappearance. She has been unknown for a long time until now," Giles flashed them the book.

"It's her journal," he said noticing the puzzled looks on their faces. "Wait all this still doesn't make since, if she was forgotten why didn't her watcher tell the council where she was or something?" Giles grimaced, "He died, later on after his death this was sent in. I sent for it a week ago, oblivious of these facts."

"I'm still trying to figure out these things-" Giles interrupted her with a wave of his hand. "All will be explained in due time," he said. Buffy cocked her head, "Your not about to tell a story are you?"

"Why, are you doing anything later?" he asked. "Well no, but-"

"Good then you can stay?" Buffy stared at him. "I guess." she answered. "Who knows? We may be able to learn something about our current demon."

"This is so exciting!" Willow enthused. "Now lets begin," Giles said flipping to the first page.

2krysten

entry 45

date: march 5 1996

I walked in my boyfriend's apartment, stake in hand, bruised and battered. My shoulder length red hair was dirty and tangled. My green eye's burned for sleep. My body ached so bad i would be feeling this for days. "Michael!" I yelled. He came stumbling from his bedroom apparently just waking up. "Yes, Krysten, what is it?" he asked.

"Did you forget you were suppose to meet me tonight at the park tonight?" i asked furious. His eyes widened, "Oh i'm so sorry," he said. "Are you okay?" he asked watching as i wiped blood from my head on my jeans. "Actually i'm not, these creatures that did this are powerful and strong...a little too strong," i said thinking of how three beat on me.

"I don't know what too say other than i'm sorry," he said sincerely. "What were you doing?" i asked. "Sleeping," he answered. I shook my head. "Did you even research the demons?"

"I did," he answered. He walked over to a small coffee table with papers piled high on them. He took a couple of sheets off and gave then to me. I looked down at them. I set them down, "I'm too tired to look at this i'm going to wash up," I told him. I walked down the short hall that led to his bathroom. I stopped when i passed his room. I back tracked and stood in the doorway. I peered in the darkness. There was a lump in his bed. Was that? I flicked on the lights, walked over to the bed and pulled the covers down. A woman lie there naked and sound asleep. It was.

"Just as i thought," i muttered under my breath. "Krysten," came Michael's voice from behind me. "Don't," i said my voice breaking. He touch my arm, and i turned and slapped him. I forgot all about my slayer strength, so when i hit him he soared across the room and hit the wall, leaving a crack in it. He slowly stood up and looked at me apologetically. The girl woke up instantly. She saw us, grabbed the covers and covered herself. She looked at me, "Who the hell are you?"

"I was his girlfriend but i guess im not anymore," I told her turning and leaving. "Krysten, wait!" Michael yelled after me. I walked out of his house and slammed the door.

I pulled up to my Watcher's house and got out. I rapped lightly on the door. It opened to reveal my watcher. He was a forty-something american guy who read books constantly(dont they all). Drank tea constantly and spoke a little too proper to be from the good ol' U S of A. If i didn't know any better i'd say he was british.

"Krysten, what happened?" He asked gesturing for me to enter. I did. He closed the door and led me to his kitchen. He got a wash cloth and ran some hot water over it and began cleaning my wounds.

"How did the patrol go?" he asked. I thought about it, "Horrible."

"What happened?" he asked. It took me awhile to get it out since i was still reeling from the incident earlier. "Well the plan was that Michael meet me at the park. While i distracted the ogre-demons he was suppose to slice a bit of their flesh off for a spell he was doing thats suppose to help me kill those things. Except he figured screwing another girl was more important at the time," i finished.

"I'm so sorry, i should have been there," he said. "It's ok," i told him. I pulled a wet bloody piece of skin from my back pocket. "I got the flesh." He took it from me and laid it on the counter. "I figured you could do something with it."

"Why don't you give it to Michael he's the warlock right?" He looked at me quizzically.

"While that may be true you probably forgot the part about me never talking to him again," I told him. "Oh right," he said. "Well despite what you might think i have no clue how to perform witchcraft, So.."

"So that means i have to go to Michael right?" I finished his sentence. "Unless you expect to learn magick in a couple of hours then yeah." he said. I sighed, "Maybe tomorrow, right now i'm going to get some sleep. I went to the spare bed room and passed out.

3present day

date: november 7

Giles looked at the girls with a puzzled expression. The seemed to stare back at him in awe. "What is it?" He asked. Buffy blinked, "Wow, i thought i had problems."

"It's so sad how Michael was with that girl," Willow added. "While she was getting beat up by demons, the nerve!" she huffed.

Buffy's eyebrows were knit in concentration on something. Giles looked over at her, "What's the matter Buffy?" She looked up at him, "It feels like i'm forgetting something," she answered.

As if to prove her thoery correct, the skylight above the table smashed, raining shards of glass down upon the trio. A demon jumped down from the newly made hole in the ceiling.

He glared down at them, "Prepare for a blood-" His words were cut off from an ax slicing off his head. It tumbled of the table and on to the floor. Buffy dropped the ax and kicked his body off the table.

"We were right in the middle of a story, how rude!" she said. She sat back down, "Continue Giles," she said totally oblivious to the stares she was receiving from Giles and Willow.

She looked at them, "What?"

A/N: stay tuned for the next up-date!