Disclaimers: Mutant Enemy and Joss Whedon own it all. I'm just doing this for fun, and hopefully entertainment
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What if the Initiative came to Sunnydale a few years earlier than we thought? And what if Angel got chipped instead of Spike? Just an idea…
Professor Walsh looked at the non-descript woman on the other side of the two-way mirror. So, this is the mother of the slayer, she thought. And she has no idea what her daughter is or what she does. She shook her head and let a rare laugh escape her lips. She nodded at Forrest. "Open the door, I'm going in."
"Yes ma'am." He did as he was told. He really hated the bitch, but as long as he was on assignment here she was his superior. It just really irked him that he had to forcibly bring in the non-combatant. She knew nothing and was scared to death. He hated this and he hated the damn bitch. Maybe Riley was right…no point going in that direction, he thought. Four more months and he'd be reassigned. He could handle four more months.
Maggie Walsh entered the interrogation room and sat across from Joyce Summers. She put a bottle of water in front of the woman and waited.
"Please. What am I doing here? What did I do?" Joyce could barely choke out the questions, her fear so tangible. She had been preparing supper after working late at the gallery when she heard the knock at her door. As soon as the door was opened, six or seven uniformed men rushed into her house. She turned and ran as fast as she could, tripping over furniture in her way, trying to get to the back door. But she was tackled and thrown against a chair. She was sure she was bruised, but she couldn't feel anything right now. Just mind numbing fear.
"You, my dear Mrs. Summers, did nothing but give birth to a very unusual daughter. A slayer to be exact." She smiled, waiting for the woman's denial.
"You must have a case of mistaken identity. My daughter is just a normal girl, okay maybe a little bit of a trouble maker, but never a premeditated or malicious one." Once she cleared this up she was sure she would be out of here. And once Buffy was home, one more thing to ground her for.
"Are you really that blind? I mean, she must have blood on her clothes all the time. And she's out 'til all hours of the night. You never question that? And what about Sunnydale? I suppose you are one of the majority here who just ignores the pages and pages of obituaries?" Maggie Walsh shook her head and continued. "This is just one of the reasons I am so grateful for the fact that I have no children. I would have to live in a constant state of denial just to get through their teenage years." She leaned forward on the table that separated them. "I need to tell you a little story about a young girl who has spent the last three years of her life keeping a huge secret from her mother. Please, have a drink and relax."
Joyce Summers hadn't said a word since Professor Walsh began what she believed was some strange, twisted fairy tale. Vampires, werewolves, demons. The woman was insane.
With a chuckle, Maggie Walsh finished her story. "So, I take it you are unconvinced?" She stood. "Please, come with me." She knocked twice on the door and a young soldier opened it and stood aside as both women exited. "We have several holding cells for the hostiles. Guess seeing is going to have to be believing."
Joyce followed the woman she was quickly learning to dislike when they came upon what appeared to be a solid steel door. The professor slide a card through a slot and a green light came on, granting them access. "This is the holding area for some of the more exotic demons that run the streets, or more accurately, the sewers, of Sunnydale. I'm sure your daughter is very familiar with one and all."
Turning toward the glass enclosures, Joyce was shocked to find herself face to face with a beast of some sort that had a red jewel set into its forehead. The next cage had what appeared to be snake like man. But the one after that held a young man that was restrained in a metal chair, a normal human man.
"Why is he in here?" Joyce questioned.
Professor Walsh laughed. "Theses are the worst kind of creatures Sunnydale can lay claim to Mrs. Summers." She turned to the cage and pushed a button causing the man to writhe in pain as electrical current passed through him. When he raised his head, what had been a normal face a few seconds before was now distorted with ridges on his brow and ferocious fangs snapping at the air. "You fucking sadistic bitch. If I ever get out of here you are going to suffer years of torture!" Maggie Walsh snorted and hit the switch again.
"Please, stop hurting him." Joyce was almost in tears.
"It's a vampire Mrs. Summers. The type your daughter kills every night of her life. What she was born to kill."
The vampire looked up at the two women. "Yeah, but at least we have a chance with her. To fight or to run. But this," he looked around the cell, "this is all bullshit!"
Looking closely at the vampire, Joyce spoke to him. "You know of my daughter? You know Buffy?"
"The slayer? Well, I've heard of her, of course, who hasn't? She's gotta be the strongest slayer since…well since most can remember."
She turned to Maggie Walsh. "What do you want with my daughter, with me?"
The vampire spoke up. "Lady, she don't want you, she just wants the slayer. And what better way to get her than to hold her mom?"
"Is this true?"
The professor attempted to put a sympathetic look on her face before she spoke. "We are living in a time when legends and myths just won't do. The demon problem is bigger than anyone knows and we need to study your daughter, find out what makes her so strong, so invincible. We need her help."
"So why not just ask her? This all seems noble, trying to help the human race. Why all the subterfuge, the cloak and dagger? Why kidnap me?"
"'Cause she wants to breed your daughter with her vampire-lover. You really think she would just hand over her kid to this crazy bitch without a fight? You think she would just let her impregnate her in the first place?"
Turning to the vampire, Walsh gave him a malevolent smile as she turned the current up and hit the switch. The man went up in ashes with a departing bone chilling scream. "He out lived his usefulness a while ago." She shrugged.
With terror in her eyes, Joyce asked incredulously. "You killed him."
"It was a demon Mrs. Summers. One who preys on innocent victims. Kills them for their blood."
"Is what he said true? Do you want to experiment on my child?"
"It's for the greater good Mrs. Summers." She said calmly as she turned to Forrest. "Take Mrs. Summers to one of the doctor's rooms and place a guard on her door." Looking at Joyce she shrugged. "We do what we have to do." With that, she left.
Shaking his head, Forrest did as he was ordered. "Please ma'am, come this way."