Disclaimer: If you recognize it I don't own it.
AU: Some things are different, some are not. You can figure it out. Throw most of the cannon out of the window through.
Authors Note: I will worn you that there will be, unconventional pairings (No slash though). While Buffy and Angel are the real focus, early on that will not be the case. There will be death, mayhem, and destruction. Also I know I have yet to finish one of my BA stories. It's been a year. I have tried going back, I just can't. If anyone else wants to complete it, its theirs (although do tell me so I can read it). I will even give them the outline, but they of course have the option to ignore it.
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Buffy POV;
After a while it almost becomes a routine. Nothing new, nothing special. Like any other job, it becomes little more then that
Jab, punch, thrust, slice, Just part of the routine. Nothing-glamorous there. Innless cuts and the occasional near death experience are glamorous.
That's not what my last boyfriend said, as his fingertip's glided over my scars one morning. He decided that night sleeping in fear for my life was the last. He was out. He didn't care that he was one of the few reasons left that I still feared for my own life.
I jumped up, and heel kicked a vampire in the face. He groaned, which was vaguely amusing Seconds later he was gone, a wooden stake through a dead heart.
There was someone behind me still. I couldn't feel breath on my neck, so that meant he probably didn't breath. I didn't even bother turning a round, I just stabbed behind me, and I felt his presence vanish.
Sure I was just going through the motions. but I was doing my job, better then I had ever had before, so I wouldn't dwell on it. I did one final search of the graveyard, then noticing the sun packing over the far distant horizon, I stumbled home, tumbled into bed, and stars in my eyes fell asleep.
I woke up, as one eventually does. I could still feel bruises deepening on my back. Silk sheets are soft but not that soft. I through them off, and stepped on to the sumptuous carpet.
I needed coffee. It was that kind of morning. I glanced at my bedside alarm clock that was flashing 1:03 on its LED screen. Damn I guess it was that kind of afternoon there.
After a warm bubble bath, and a several changes in clothes, I stumbled downstairs. Alfred already had a steaming plate, of eggs bacon, and French toast prepared for me, and set out on the table.
His back was turned to me when I entered, but I could see him pouring the coffee and adding one teaspoon of sugar for good measure.
"Ah, mistress Buffy, You are awake"
I gestured to the beautifully prepared food, as I set down. "You didn't need my presence to tell you that"
"Indeed I did not," Alfred said with a trademarked glimmer in his eye.
He handed me the newspaper as I Pushed a second huge piece of egg and French toast into my mouth.
"Apparently you did good "
I glanced down at the paper getting a droplet of egg yoke on it in the process.
There on the third page (as usual) was a picture of me, fighting the vampire with the backhanded thrust.
Huh, I must be getting used to the paparazzi presence, I didn't even notice them last night. Yet this picture was obvious evidence that they were indeed there. Not that I cared. It was part of my job as slayer to be in the public eye. It paid for all this, Alfred, the mansion, and the cars the bikes the occasional over priced vacation. The slayer before me. Harmony I think her name was started all this. I was given the choice. Either takes up the mantle publicly, or secretly. No offence, but would you pass up a mansion, a butler, cars, and a get out of class free pass, if you could?
Of course I had made that decision when I was 14, 5 years ago now. So much had changed. For one I had never expected to live this long in the first place, why should I no other slayer had.
TBC. . . .
Next chapter, and an angel
