Disclaimers: See previous chapter.
A/N: This story is set when the initiative is still around and before Buffy learns who they are and as this is my story the initiative knows that Buffy is the Slayer.
A/N 2: This chapter becomes violent towards the end.
In Remembrance Of Who She Was
Chapter Two: How It Began
Flashback
"I don't care Dawn! You are NOT coming patrolling with me!" "But..." "No Dawn! Now here's some money to order take-out, but no pizza or Doublemeat Palace." "Eeww! I swear I'm not gonna have Doublemeat palace, but you'll have to take me with you to stop me ordering pizza!" "Fine Dawn" "So I get to go patrolling?!" "No you get a babysitter. No pizza, no magic and bed by 11." "...! I don't need a babysitter!" "Fine you don't need one but you're having one." Fine leave me! I hate you!" "Night Dawnie. Tell Willow I said thanks for looking after you." "...OH!" came the reply, punctuated by the front door slamming behind Buffy as Dawn vented her rage.
'Teenagers! Well actually the key is millennia old, but the monks made Dawn 2 years ago; she just has the thoughts, memories and hormones...defiantly hormones of a teenager. But does that make her a toddler teenager or millennia old energy. No, No! She's my sister! My little sister who I'm gonna look after. Not 'cause of those monks, but coz she's my sister. Fuck I can't believe I thought that! I really need a fight to work out some tension. Here vampy, vampy. Slayers coming for you.'
'I really shouldn't have snapped at Dawn like that earlier. I hope she knows I didn't mean it. I'll tell her I didn't mean it when I next see her. I could take her shopping. With this new bad around we never get to talk except when one of us is about to die.'
'Now which cemetery shall I go to. Hmm... a whole 12 to choose from.'
She unconsciously muttered, "Welcome to the Hellmouth, living population less each night, undead population... I better do something about that."
Then they came and sent my spider sense screaming in my head. "About what slayer?" Around twelve demons with karki ..skin? No... scales? No. "What the hell is that stuff covering your flesh, 'coz that is so not a good look." I caught a familiar scent on the air emanating from the demons... alcohol. "I have to fight twelve drunk demons?! This just gets better and better!" I grumbled as one of the demons dived towards me brandishing a katanna. It over-lunged and received a cruel kick to where its ribs should be for its efforts. My kick sent the demon flying, but apart from being confused as to how 'he' had moved so far, so quickly the assault had no effect- the demon remaining unaffected by my most brutal kick. Another one of the demons seemed pissed off about my attacking one of their brethren and pointed what turned out to be a weapon at me. A bright electric-blue beam of...light or energy erupted from the barrel and I dived out of the way. I took advantage of the demons surprise and confusion at my speed, back- flipping out of the way I landed on both feet and sprung off the ground high into the air reversing my direction back towards the demon. I snapped my leg out from my hip, towards its head. The blow was enough to shatter bone. Mine, it turned out, when the recipient had that armour. The demon grabbed my injured leg and twisted viciously, grinding the fragmented ends of my thigh into each other splintering them and sending the loose pieces into my muscle, as it used my own momentum to fling me into the mausoleum of;
Principal S. J. Snyder
1946-2002
Husband, Father
and Beloved Principal.
May he find true peace eternally.
"Somebody actually married him?!" Damn what a load of crap they wrote about him. He's even managed to piss me off when he's dead! That is so like him! I shook my head from the already apparent concussion, half blinded by the blood running into my eyes like a crimson stream. My blood.
A/N: This story is set when the initiative is still around and before Buffy learns who they are and as this is my story the initiative knows that Buffy is the Slayer.
A/N 2: This chapter becomes violent towards the end.
In Remembrance Of Who She Was
Chapter Two: How It Began
Flashback
"I don't care Dawn! You are NOT coming patrolling with me!" "But..." "No Dawn! Now here's some money to order take-out, but no pizza or Doublemeat Palace." "Eeww! I swear I'm not gonna have Doublemeat palace, but you'll have to take me with you to stop me ordering pizza!" "Fine Dawn" "So I get to go patrolling?!" "No you get a babysitter. No pizza, no magic and bed by 11." "...! I don't need a babysitter!" "Fine you don't need one but you're having one." Fine leave me! I hate you!" "Night Dawnie. Tell Willow I said thanks for looking after you." "...OH!" came the reply, punctuated by the front door slamming behind Buffy as Dawn vented her rage.
'Teenagers! Well actually the key is millennia old, but the monks made Dawn 2 years ago; she just has the thoughts, memories and hormones...defiantly hormones of a teenager. But does that make her a toddler teenager or millennia old energy. No, No! She's my sister! My little sister who I'm gonna look after. Not 'cause of those monks, but coz she's my sister. Fuck I can't believe I thought that! I really need a fight to work out some tension. Here vampy, vampy. Slayers coming for you.'
'I really shouldn't have snapped at Dawn like that earlier. I hope she knows I didn't mean it. I'll tell her I didn't mean it when I next see her. I could take her shopping. With this new bad around we never get to talk except when one of us is about to die.'
'Now which cemetery shall I go to. Hmm... a whole 12 to choose from.'
She unconsciously muttered, "Welcome to the Hellmouth, living population less each night, undead population... I better do something about that."
Then they came and sent my spider sense screaming in my head. "About what slayer?" Around twelve demons with karki ..skin? No... scales? No. "What the hell is that stuff covering your flesh, 'coz that is so not a good look." I caught a familiar scent on the air emanating from the demons... alcohol. "I have to fight twelve drunk demons?! This just gets better and better!" I grumbled as one of the demons dived towards me brandishing a katanna. It over-lunged and received a cruel kick to where its ribs should be for its efforts. My kick sent the demon flying, but apart from being confused as to how 'he' had moved so far, so quickly the assault had no effect- the demon remaining unaffected by my most brutal kick. Another one of the demons seemed pissed off about my attacking one of their brethren and pointed what turned out to be a weapon at me. A bright electric-blue beam of...light or energy erupted from the barrel and I dived out of the way. I took advantage of the demons surprise and confusion at my speed, back- flipping out of the way I landed on both feet and sprung off the ground high into the air reversing my direction back towards the demon. I snapped my leg out from my hip, towards its head. The blow was enough to shatter bone. Mine, it turned out, when the recipient had that armour. The demon grabbed my injured leg and twisted viciously, grinding the fragmented ends of my thigh into each other splintering them and sending the loose pieces into my muscle, as it used my own momentum to fling me into the mausoleum of;
Principal S. J. Snyder
1946-2002
Husband, Father
and Beloved Principal.
May he find true peace eternally.
"Somebody actually married him?!" Damn what a load of crap they wrote about him. He's even managed to piss me off when he's dead! That is so like him! I shook my head from the already apparent concussion, half blinded by the blood running into my eyes like a crimson stream. My blood.
