The Protector & The Slayer
Chapter I
One Day
AN: Hi everyone. This is gonna seem like a very odd fic, I know it is, but I'll try to explain it here as best as possible. So, this is a crossover of Buffy: The Vampire Slayer, and my original work, The Protector (which I haven't finished, but it can still be read on FictionPress or Ao3). You don't really need to have read The Protector anyway to understand this fully, as I'll try to explain the necessary parts of it throughout the rest of this fic, I hope it's OK. This is set in Buffy Season 2, I'd say anywhere in between episodes 18-21. WARNING: THIS FIC WILL CONTAIN BOTH HET (FxM) AND SLASH (MxM) STUFF LATER. IF YOU DO NOT LIKE THAT, THEN PLEASE DO NOT READ.
DISCLAIMER: Buffy The Vampire Slayer and its characters do not belong to me, all rights go to their owners. The Protector, however, does belong to me.
Constructive Criticism is welcome but must be phrased politely thanks! I hope you enjoy. – DarthOCD.
The Cemetery, Sunnydale, California, 1998
"You guys, I told you you don't have to be here. I can handle Angel myself – if I see him," Buffy assured her friends as they strolled through the graveyard, stake in hands, ready for any nasty vamps that dared to attack them. There was specifically one vamp that the team were searching for, though – Buffy's ex-boyfriend, Angel.
"Buffy, I don't think you understand – we want to help you take down Angel," Xander replied.
"Some of you more than others…" Buffy said, shooting a suspicious glance his way. She and Xander had had a… complicated relationship. The complications had only worsened since Angel lost his soul. He'd certainly been more vocal about killing Angel compared to the rest of the group. Every time he said how much he couldn't wait for Angel's death it wrenched Buffy's heartstrings. How could he say stuff like that so easily? It was like he didn't care. In fact, the only thing he really cared about was getting into Buffy's pants; his entire hatred for Angel didn't come from any of the awful things the vampire had done – no, it had come purely from jealousy. But as much as she hated to admit it, she knew he was right about him – eventually, one day, she was going to have to kill Angel, no matter how much it hurt. And it would.
"I'm just saying…" Xander began to argue, but Cordelia told him to hush.
"Guys! Listen!" she said, gesturing to the opposite end of the graveyard. The group went quiet, and, funnily enough, Cordy had picked up on something. It sounded like… a growling, similar to a vampire's. Then they could hear a loud smacking sound.
"Doesn't sound like a tea party, does it?" Buffy remarked, then started sprinting off, the rest of the Scooby Gang following behind her.
Angel had expected this guy to be an easy kill, a deliciously satisfying supper. Instead, he was now fighting someone with ability close to that of a Slayer, even if he maybe wasn't as strong as Buffy. But this brown-haired, brown-eyed boy could certainly put up a fight. Angel snarled at the boy after receiving a punch to the face. The vampire kicked the boy ferociously in the kneecap, then whacked him across the face viciously, knocking him to the ground.
"Argh! F*ck!" the boy cried out in pain. Angel giggled as the boy clutched his knee nearly helplessly – nearly.
"That's better. It's so rude when my meals fight back," he grinned. Much to his surprise, though, the boy wasn't finished yet – he leapt up off the floor as if nothing had happened, and pulled something out of his hoodie pocket – it appeared to be a syringe, of sorts.
"Well, my table manners have always been less than satisfactory…" the boy commented, smirking. Angel's eyes widened. Who did this guy think he was? The vampire crashed his fist against the boy's face again, a loud *crack* permeating through the air from impact, but the young man instantly hit him back, first in his teeth, and then in his chest. Angel hopped backwards after that.
"That's it! You know, you're really starting to p*ss me off!" he snapped.
"Good," the boy said cockily. He then came charging at Angel with the syringe poised in his left hand, but Angel struck him with his right foot before he could plunge the needle into him, causing the boy to crash to the ground once more.
"This was fun, boy. I'd like to do it again sometime, but unfortunately for you, there is no other time! Say goodnight to Angelus," Angel teased, slowly walking over to the boy and grabbing him by his collar, about to pierce his neck with his sharp fangs. He sensed the scrumptious red fluid that flowed like a rushing river beneath the boy's skin – he couldn't wait to get a taste. But just before he could sink his teeth into his prey, he received a harsh blow to the back of his skull, so unexpected that he dropped the boy and turned around to see a familiar face.
"Goodnight, Angel," Buffy said. Angelus grinned.
"Good evening, lover," he said, as Buffy raised the stake she held tightly in her fist.
"Run!" Buffy told the boy, although he ignored her. Angel launched himself at Buffy, colliding into her forcefully.
"Uh!" she grunted, hitting her head on a nearby gravestone as the rest of the Scoobies finally caught up with her. Buffy pushed Angel off of her with her feet, causing him to go flying past. As he did, Willow tried to stake him, but she missed completely. Angel steadied himself, and shoved the redheaded girl out of the way, narrowly avoiding the crossbow bolt that Xander had fired not one second ago.
"God, Buffy. Can't a guy ever just try to have a nice meal without you stopping him?" Angel asked.
"Not if that meal's a living creature," a voice responded. It was the other boy from earlier. He lunged his syringe at the vampire; however, Angel picked him up and slammed him out of the way. Angel knew this was not going to end the way he wanted, and so, he decided to bail. He dashed off into the moonlight as Xander attempted to fire one more bolt at him, although he was miles off this time. Before they knew it, Angel had vanished.
"Ow…" Buffy moaned, rubbing the back of her head as she shuffled away from the gravestone that she'd hit.
"Buffy, are you alright?" Willow questioned.
"I've been better – but I've certainly been worse, too," the Slayer said.
"Here: I have some band-aids in my bag if you want-" Willow revealed, taking her backpack off and searching around inside it.
"Thanks, Will. It's really not that bad, though," Buffy insisted. The boy that had been brawling Angel came over cautiously.
"Oh my- it is!" he mumbled. Buffy and the others all wore confused expressions.
"Care to clarify?" Xander said.
"It's you! Buffy! The Vampire Slayer!" the boy exclaimed. "And Willow, and Xander, and Cordelia!"
"Do we… know you from somewhere?" Cordelia asked, looking around to see if her friends were as bewildered as she was.
"No. But I… know you. I'm presuming this is a dream, anyway, so none of this is happening," the boy concluded.
Buffy chuckled in disbelief. "Yeah… this is not a dream. That really just happened. Vampires are real, and… ugh, I can't be bothered to explain all this, can one of you guys do the honours?" she said, wincing at the pain she still felt.
"Oh no! Don't worry. I know vampires are real. And demons, and hell beasts and all that," the boy confessed. Buffy then realised something – this guy wasn't from around here; at least, not originally. He was British – English, although he wasn't from the same region as Giles, if his accent was to be believed. Before anyone else said anything, the boy got down beside Buffy and took off a green ring from his index finger. He offered it to Buffy.
"Here, take this," he said.
"Jeez. Normally people get to know each other before proposing," Xander commented humorously. The boy rolled his eyes.
"No, no. This is the ring of life. It has magical healing powers, i.e., it heals injuries quickly. I'm not really supposed to do this, but here, Buffy, put it on – that head scrape should be patched up much sooner," he said. Buffy carefully took the ring from him and put it on her finger, and, surely enough, the pain started to feel relieved even faster than with the self-healing powers being the Slayer gave her. This boy clearly wasn't just a boy.
"Who are you?" she inquired.
"Derek Chylersworth. But my 'official title', I suppose, is the Protector. And as you've heard, I already kinda know who you are…"
Crawford Street Mansion, Sunnydale
"Drusilla, would you stop pacing around like that," Spike ordered, watching the woman wandering around, panicking about Angelus. "Angel is fine. Unfortunately…" he said, making the last part was under his breath.
"He never takes this long to get his evening meal. I think… the Slayer has caught him!" Dru yelped. Spike scoffed.
"I can't believe I'm saying this, but I wish she had," Spike said.
"Spike… that's not a very nice thing to say…" Drusilla told him.
"Well, it's true - if he was dead, then we could actually get on with, y'know, killing the Slayer, instead of having to put up with all his faffing around, making drawings of her sleeping and leaving them on her bed. I mean, does he actually want to kill her?" Spike shouted, and Drusilla whimpered.
"Yes, he does, actually. He just likes to get under her skin first, if you know what I mean," a voice announced as the mansion's doors opened.
"Angel!" Drusilla cried happily, dashing over to wrap him a big hug. But then, she sensed something… off. "Oh… my poor Angel. You're still hungry," she said.
"Too right. I found this guy in the cemetery – he was just lying on the floor. He was young, about 20 or something. He was going to be so delicious. But just as I tried to get my well-earned snack, he fought back! And by that I mean he fought back with strength similar to the Slayer's, who also turned up to help him, by the way," Angel grumbled.
"What you're trying to say is that you got your arse kicked," Spike taunted with a pleasured smile.
"I put up a good enough fight – better than what you would've managed, Roller Boy," Angel responded. "Anyway, I had to instead settle for some drunk, middle-aged man I found outside the movie theatre. It was… less than satisfying…" Suddenly, Drusilla pulled away from him and looked up to the ceiling. The expressions of the two male vampires became alert almost at the same time, as they focused on her.
"Dru? What do you see?" Spike wondered.
"This… this boy you fought… he… he isn't supposed to be here!" she said, shaking her head. She grabbed a doll that was on a nearby table.
"What?" Angel said flatly. Drusilla placed the doll next to her ear, pretending to listen to it.
"Miss Edith says that something's gone wrong. The boy shouldn't be here, and now he must be dealt with appropriately, otherwise he and the Slayer could be unstoppable together!" she wailed, cuddling the doll, and rocking back and forth to comfort herself.
"Then stop him, I will…" Angel plotted.