"Buffy and the Beast" Chapter 1 - A BtVS Fanfic
(Warning: Incomplete Indefinitely)
Title: Buffy and the Beast'
Chapter: 1 - Welcome to the English Hellmouth
Author: illyriaz_shell
Original Publish Date: Sometime in 2005
Rating: PG (so far)
Takes Place: Sort of AU Universe
Pairing: Spuffy
Story Summary: In an isolated English mountainside town, which also happens to be a hellmouth, American Teenage Slayer Buffy Summers and her Watcher Giles fight off vampires, demons and the forces of darkness. However, ignorant locals, Initiative presence in the form of Agent Riley Finn, and a curse on an even more isolated castle run by a vampire prince, lead to somewhat traditional fairytale antics. And untraditional romance.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, not mine, so don't sue.
A/N: I wrote this so so so very long ago, so it is a bit immature in it's writing. My writing of this fic has also been indefinitely suspended. Its not that I didn't know where I was taking this story. It's just when I was writing it, I got busy with other things, and by the time I had the time to write it, the flow was gone. However, positive comments may put me back in that flow. ;)
Chapter Summary: Buffy the Teenage American is stuck in an isolated English village that doesn't get so much as cell phone reception. Talk about tragedy. Also she has to fight vampires. With an annoying Initiative Agent Finn trying to best/recruit/nail her.
( Prologue) | ( Chapter 2)
The door to the hut slammed.
”Giles! I hate it here. Talk about the 'Hell' in Hellmouth. When are we leaving?” shouted Buffy as she stomped up the steps into the kitchen, where a very fatigued watcher awoke from his slumber.
“When all the armies of hell decide that this is not the epicenter for apocalypse after apocalypse, your duties as slayer are fulfilled, and tomorrow,” slurred the watcher with unequaled clarity for someone who a minute ago was asleep.
“What? Tomorrow? Yes. Can I pack, like, right now?” She hurtled towards her tiny room.
“Well, actually,” Giles pulled off his glasses and began to clean, “it’ll…it will just be me who goes. There’s an important lead from the council that arrived on horseback today. And though it is impressive to see a well bread Engllish stallion for a change, I must agree that I find this method of communication rather primitive.”
”Tell me about it! My cell phone’s almost completely dead! Why can’t the demons find somewhere more sophisticated to unleash hell on Earth? Or at least with better reception? Scratch that. Any reception would be good.” Buffy pouted and chucked the cell phone on her bed. She opened their cooler and opened a water bottle, a drink which was not as chock full with disease as the waters around the remote town of Sunnyhill.
“And, who would you be calling?” said Giles, skeptically.
Silence. “Well, my mom obviously,” Buffy covered, not mentioning she wanted to check up on the Facebook and the Twitters and just wanted a general wired connection. “Oh, Come On! She was all wiggy about me going to “The Middle of Nowhereland, England” with a strange and much older man…”
“We clearly explained the circum…”
“…and I don’t think ‘don’t worry, I’m just going to fight hordes of unspeakable evil and stop them from ending the world’ gave her the comfort to give her a full nights rest. Giles, just hate it here, and I want to talk to someone who isn’t just adjusting to the concept of not burning witches at the stake.”
“Yes, well. Both the watchers council and fate stationed you…”
“Ugh! Fate did nothing. It was all the snotty council's fault for not wanting to associate themselves with Brits who don't have that sophistacated London accent. Or sophisticated anything. My cell alarm went off and they literally started to raise their pitchforks. Pitchforks, Giles!”
“Now, Buffy.” Giles put on his glasses only to see the face of a guilty slayer hiding behind a water bottle. “It’s not fair to expect the locals to understand our ways.”
“You know, I don’t get why we just don’t tell them why we’re here anyway. It’s not like they wouldn’t understand me trying to kill demons. It’d be a hell of a lot better than our cover ‘I’m just the American high school student learning about old-fashioned morals so I bring them back to our country.’”
Giles replied with a hint of sentiment in his voice. “Terrible alias as it may be, secrecy is imperative. You know they’d cast the both of us out as witches before they’d accept a 17-year-old girl slaying vampires.”
“But they seem to have no problem with a twenty-something soldier boy marching around ‘protecting them from evil’” Buffy snorted, “God, that Riley pisses me off. He’s got an ego on him the size of…like, something super-macho”
At that, Giles raised an eyebrow.
“Whatever,” She rolled her eyes, “you know, if he keeps on insisting, I will wipe the floor with his face.”
“The council insists you two work together to keep the demons from taking over this town. You’re just going to have to put your differences aside and…”
“What did they say, by the way? The council?” Buffy moved back over to the table and pulled up the enemy chair. She couldn’t be more uncomfortable with the straw and fancy carvings digging into her side. But she was a slayer, she could tough it out.
”Honestly Buffy, you think they’d give us vital information on horseback? Of course not. No, I’m now required to ride good old Faith to the nearest council outpost to see if there is anything that can stop this oncoming apocalypse. Until tomorrow…”
”I know. I know. It’s patrol time for Buffy! Stake the vamps, stab the demons, save the day.” She slipped into her more-stylish-than-you-deal-with-it leather jacket, threw a few stakes in the pockets, and headed towards the door. She noticed that, had she been taller, she would have wondered if this door was made for dwarves. But for her, she was perfectly happy feeling tall enough to have to duck to go outside. This may have catastrophe written all over it in the future, she thought, but for now, feeling tall is awesome!
It hit her a little late. “Faith. What? Riding faith? Is that some sort of watcher motto that I don’t get?” Giles motioned out the door, where Buffy could see the name ‘Faith’ clearly written on the horse’s saddle. Faith turned her head and glared into the eyes of the slayer, challenging her to move. Buffy never backed down from a challenge, but the horse looked wild. Buffy, a 17 year old who had never rode a horse in her life, was not inclined to climb aboard the young hellbeast anytime soon. Her attention turned back to discuss the most pressing matter.
“God, if I run into Riley again…I know we’re not supposed to kill humans, but tomorrow, ask the big shots if maiming is okay. I can settle for maiming.” Buffy went to close the door, when she looked back towards Giles.
”Buffy, be…”
”Careful. I know. Don’t get…”
”dead, I know.” He nodded, a look of fatherly protection upon his face, and she was gone into the darkness, ready to fight the good fight, again.
“Die! Die! DIE!”
Buffy spit out a mouthful of blood.
“Why do you have to be so difficult? It’s not like your life…sorry, unlifeis chock full of fun anyway. It’d be easier for the both of us if you just, like, gave up.”
The vampire lunged at her neck. Stakim had tasted the blood of a slayer before, and he wanted to conquer this slayer, if not to further his reputation, to get her to shut the hell up. It was clear she didn’t know who he was.
He laughed. “Slayer, your life was forfeit the moment you entered my lair. You are new to my world and not near full strength. I could snap you like a twig.” He leaned into the crevice of her neck. “Instead, I choose to drain you. I can do anything. I’m strong. I am powerful,” Stakim whispered in her ear, “I am immortal…”
To this, his jaw received the back of a blonde skull. He shrieked in pain as she twisted his arm and flipped him over her shoulder. A quick staking and retracting left fear in the vampire’s eyes.
“And now, you’re dirt.” A smile spread across Buffy’s features as the form crumbled to dust. Behind her, she heard the smallest echo of rocks falling. She whipped around, stake in hand, to be greeted by
“Alex!” The scrawny teenage boy stumbled back at sight of the pointy, wooden object.
“Hey! Be careful with that. You could poke someone’s eye out with that. More specifically, mine!”
“What did I tell you, Alex?”
“’Don’t sneak upon me when I’m killing evil things.’ I know. But come on, Buffy. I mean, the way you were like ‘HA!’” Alex mimicked her flipping the vamp over her shoulder, “and ‘You’re dust!’ Stabby, stabby,” he staked the air with an invisible stake, “it was so cool. Please. You said I could patrol with you tonight.” He made the saddest looking puppy eyes Buffy had ever seen. God, she’s so pretty. Alex thought.
God, he’s so pathetic. But pathetic should be met with pity, right? “It’s no use, Alex. I’m a slayer, and we are as impenetrable to puppy dogs as we are to a watchers glare.” Buffy dusted herself off, and began to clamber out of the cave, annoying local boy in tow. “Besides, I said you could come patrolling last night. I waited for 10 minutes outside town hall. You never showed.”
Buffy helped him climb up over a ledge as he explained. “Was that last night? Silly me. I was hanging out with Riley. We killed things too.”
Using slayer strength, Buffy hopped up the ledge, and gave Alex a good staring down. “Okay, so he killed one vampire, and I reclined on a nearby tree.” Her resolve didn’t shift.
Alex lowered his head, “I hid behind a rock.”
Buffy moved on. “Alex, I’ve been hunting this vampire for almost two weeks…”
“Xander.”
“Huh? Sand where? What?” a look of utter confusion spread across the slayers face.
“No. Xand-ER. X.A.N.D.E.R.” he spelled the word in slow beats.
“It doesn’t matter how slow you spell it, Alex.” Buffy said as she stared blankly.
“It’s my name, now. Riley gave it to me. He said it was cool and American and…”
Buffy raised her hand to her temple, “Oh my god, Alex. You do everything that jerk says. I mean, if he told you to jump off a bridge, would you?”
The meaning of the question was lost on the local. “I would, ‘cause he did. Last night.” Buffy continued to stare. “The rock…it was under a bridge, and Riley said to jump and…”
“You know what? I can’t take this right now. Go home Al…Xander.”Buffy glared at the disheartened boy before realizing that she may not want to piss off her only friend in town.
What? she thought to herself. Giles doesn’t count. He’s old. Besides, I don’t want to lose a friend to Riley. “Actually, you know what? Stay. I could use some company.” She gave him a little reassuring smile, and Xander was back to his bouncy self. “Just don’t tell Giles. He would eat my eyeballs if he knew that a local knew my secret.”
He motioned zippering his lips shut. “Whatever you say, old Buffy, old friend, ol’ pal of mine.” He looked off into the distance, across the field they just emerged into, “speaking of pals, here comes Riley. Riley!” Xander shouted.
“Xander, quiet!”
”Oh, right. Quiet. Vampires.”
”No. Quiet. Riley.” She arched her head towards the large mass of soldier moving quickly towards them.
No! It’s too late. He’s spotted us. Well, here he comes, and he’s going to say something all macho and egocentric and lame.
“Hey Xander.” Riley said as they gave each other a comfortable high-five. He turned towards the small blonde slayer. “Hey Buffy. You okay?”
Ugh! I knew it. What a jackass. He knows I’m a girl, so assumes that I can’t take care of myself. Jerk.
“Was, until now.” Buffy shrugged. “What are you doing here?” She gave a quick up and down look, seeing his machine gun, before snorting.
“Same as you two, ‘d expect.” He gave her a once over, a bit slower than was welcomed, “except I’m guessing you did all the grunt work for me?” He smiled.
“Yah.” Buffy spit back with attitude. “I found Stakim, tracked him down to his layer, and staked the unliving daylights out of him,” she clasped her hands together and did her best impersonation of a toddler who just went potty for the first time. “And I did it all by myself.” She rolled her eyes and began to move closer to town.
“I’m just saying. You know, you could have used a strong man for backup. Since you know that I fit that description, you should have given me a call.” Both the soldier and the boy followed the stomping teenage girl towards the lights.
Buffy didn’t like this, and she didn’t like him. She didn’t like being talked down to like some freshman at police academy. She knew she was being a bitch, but honestly, given the circumstances, the location, the adrenaline from killing a vampire, and the fact that the king of testosterone was trailing behind her, she really couldn’t care less.
“Buff,” Alex caught up to her, “why are you being so rude to Riley? And slow down, not all of us have super human strength and speed.” He demonstrated this when he stumbled, grabbing his foot and cradling it as if it would rid him of the pain.
“When I need the United States military to help with the dusting of one tiny local vamp, I’ll give them a call on my dead cell phone.”
“Oh, Buffy,” Riley chuckled, “if you’d just take up my offer, you could get yourself a brand new BlackBerry, compliments of the Initiative.” He raised his eyebrows, as if that would sweeten the deal.
Ooooo, receptiony goodness… Buffy stopped. No, I will not be tempted by the devil!
“Which offer would that be, Agent Finn? Joining the Initiative? Or joining you on a date to the local pub?” Buffy watched, entranced, as he pulled out two Blackberrys, one which looked like it had never been used. Why do they call them Blackberry’s anyway, they’re not even black… anymore. Gasp! Does that have my name inscribed on it?
“’Cause I’m interested in neither.” Resolve returning, she continued onwards.
“It’s a great opportunity, Buffy. You’ll be backed by a strong military force that can protect you. On the other hand, joining the Initiative is also a good call.”
A roundhouse kick to the face sent that smirk flying about ten feet. A nonchalant slayer casually strode away from the scene as Xander rushed to help the drill sergeant.
“Buffy, come back. God, is that blood?” Nothing but utter satisfaction and pride filled Buffy, and she decided to quit while she was ahead and call it a night.
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( Prologue) | ( Chapter 2)
Title: Buffy and the Beast'
Chapter: 1 - Welcome to the English Hellmouth
Author: illyriaz_shell
Original Publish Date: Sometime in 2005
Rating: PG (so far)
Takes Place: Sort of AU Universe
Pairing: Spuffy
Story Summary: In an isolated English mountainside town, which also happens to be a hellmouth, American Teenage Slayer Buffy Summers and her Watcher Giles fight off vampires, demons and the forces of darkness. However, ignorant locals, Initiative presence in the form of Agent Riley Finn, and a curse on an even more isolated castle run by a vampire prince, lead to somewhat traditional fairytale antics. And untraditional romance.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, not mine, so don't sue.
A/N: I wrote this so so so very long ago, so it is a bit immature in it's writing. My writing of this fic has also been indefinitely suspended. Its not that I didn't know where I was taking this story. It's just when I was writing it, I got busy with other things, and by the time I had the time to write it, the flow was gone. However, positive comments may put me back in that flow. ;)
Chapter Summary: Buffy the Teenage American is stuck in an isolated English village that doesn't get so much as cell phone reception. Talk about tragedy. Also she has to fight vampires. With an annoying Initiative Agent Finn trying to best/recruit/nail her.
( Prologue) | ( Chapter 2)
The door to the hut slammed.
”Giles! I hate it here. Talk about the 'Hell' in Hellmouth. When are we leaving?” shouted Buffy as she stomped up the steps into the kitchen, where a very fatigued watcher awoke from his slumber.
“When all the armies of hell decide that this is not the epicenter for apocalypse after apocalypse, your duties as slayer are fulfilled, and tomorrow,” slurred the watcher with unequaled clarity for someone who a minute ago was asleep.
“What? Tomorrow? Yes. Can I pack, like, right now?” She hurtled towards her tiny room.
“Well, actually,” Giles pulled off his glasses and began to clean, “it’ll…it will just be me who goes. There’s an important lead from the council that arrived on horseback today. And though it is impressive to see a well bread Engllish stallion for a change, I must agree that I find this method of communication rather primitive.”
”Tell me about it! My cell phone’s almost completely dead! Why can’t the demons find somewhere more sophisticated to unleash hell on Earth? Or at least with better reception? Scratch that. Any reception would be good.” Buffy pouted and chucked the cell phone on her bed. She opened their cooler and opened a water bottle, a drink which was not as chock full with disease as the waters around the remote town of Sunnyhill.
“And, who would you be calling?” said Giles, skeptically.
Silence. “Well, my mom obviously,” Buffy covered, not mentioning she wanted to check up on the Facebook and the Twitters and just wanted a general wired connection. “Oh, Come On! She was all wiggy about me going to “The Middle of Nowhereland, England” with a strange and much older man…”
“We clearly explained the circum…”
“…and I don’t think ‘don’t worry, I’m just going to fight hordes of unspeakable evil and stop them from ending the world’ gave her the comfort to give her a full nights rest. Giles, just hate it here, and I want to talk to someone who isn’t just adjusting to the concept of not burning witches at the stake.”
“Yes, well. Both the watchers council and fate stationed you…”
“Ugh! Fate did nothing. It was all the snotty council's fault for not wanting to associate themselves with Brits who don't have that sophistacated London accent. Or sophisticated anything. My cell alarm went off and they literally started to raise their pitchforks. Pitchforks, Giles!”
“Now, Buffy.” Giles put on his glasses only to see the face of a guilty slayer hiding behind a water bottle. “It’s not fair to expect the locals to understand our ways.”
“You know, I don’t get why we just don’t tell them why we’re here anyway. It’s not like they wouldn’t understand me trying to kill demons. It’d be a hell of a lot better than our cover ‘I’m just the American high school student learning about old-fashioned morals so I bring them back to our country.’”
Giles replied with a hint of sentiment in his voice. “Terrible alias as it may be, secrecy is imperative. You know they’d cast the both of us out as witches before they’d accept a 17-year-old girl slaying vampires.”
“But they seem to have no problem with a twenty-something soldier boy marching around ‘protecting them from evil’” Buffy snorted, “God, that Riley pisses me off. He’s got an ego on him the size of…like, something super-macho”
At that, Giles raised an eyebrow.
“Whatever,” She rolled her eyes, “you know, if he keeps on insisting, I will wipe the floor with his face.”
“The council insists you two work together to keep the demons from taking over this town. You’re just going to have to put your differences aside and…”
“What did they say, by the way? The council?” Buffy moved back over to the table and pulled up the enemy chair. She couldn’t be more uncomfortable with the straw and fancy carvings digging into her side. But she was a slayer, she could tough it out.
”Honestly Buffy, you think they’d give us vital information on horseback? Of course not. No, I’m now required to ride good old Faith to the nearest council outpost to see if there is anything that can stop this oncoming apocalypse. Until tomorrow…”
”I know. I know. It’s patrol time for Buffy! Stake the vamps, stab the demons, save the day.” She slipped into her more-stylish-than-you-deal-with-it leather jacket, threw a few stakes in the pockets, and headed towards the door. She noticed that, had she been taller, she would have wondered if this door was made for dwarves. But for her, she was perfectly happy feeling tall enough to have to duck to go outside. This may have catastrophe written all over it in the future, she thought, but for now, feeling tall is awesome!
It hit her a little late. “Faith. What? Riding faith? Is that some sort of watcher motto that I don’t get?” Giles motioned out the door, where Buffy could see the name ‘Faith’ clearly written on the horse’s saddle. Faith turned her head and glared into the eyes of the slayer, challenging her to move. Buffy never backed down from a challenge, but the horse looked wild. Buffy, a 17 year old who had never rode a horse in her life, was not inclined to climb aboard the young hellbeast anytime soon. Her attention turned back to discuss the most pressing matter.
“God, if I run into Riley again…I know we’re not supposed to kill humans, but tomorrow, ask the big shots if maiming is okay. I can settle for maiming.” Buffy went to close the door, when she looked back towards Giles.
”Buffy, be…”
”Careful. I know. Don’t get…”
”dead, I know.” He nodded, a look of fatherly protection upon his face, and she was gone into the darkness, ready to fight the good fight, again.
“Die! Die! DIE!”
Buffy spit out a mouthful of blood.
“Why do you have to be so difficult? It’s not like your life…sorry, unlifeis chock full of fun anyway. It’d be easier for the both of us if you just, like, gave up.”
The vampire lunged at her neck. Stakim had tasted the blood of a slayer before, and he wanted to conquer this slayer, if not to further his reputation, to get her to shut the hell up. It was clear she didn’t know who he was.
He laughed. “Slayer, your life was forfeit the moment you entered my lair. You are new to my world and not near full strength. I could snap you like a twig.” He leaned into the crevice of her neck. “Instead, I choose to drain you. I can do anything. I’m strong. I am powerful,” Stakim whispered in her ear, “I am immortal…”
To this, his jaw received the back of a blonde skull. He shrieked in pain as she twisted his arm and flipped him over her shoulder. A quick staking and retracting left fear in the vampire’s eyes.
“And now, you’re dirt.” A smile spread across Buffy’s features as the form crumbled to dust. Behind her, she heard the smallest echo of rocks falling. She whipped around, stake in hand, to be greeted by
“Alex!” The scrawny teenage boy stumbled back at sight of the pointy, wooden object.
“Hey! Be careful with that. You could poke someone’s eye out with that. More specifically, mine!”
“What did I tell you, Alex?”
“’Don’t sneak upon me when I’m killing evil things.’ I know. But come on, Buffy. I mean, the way you were like ‘HA!’” Alex mimicked her flipping the vamp over her shoulder, “and ‘You’re dust!’ Stabby, stabby,” he staked the air with an invisible stake, “it was so cool. Please. You said I could patrol with you tonight.” He made the saddest looking puppy eyes Buffy had ever seen. God, she’s so pretty. Alex thought.
God, he’s so pathetic. But pathetic should be met with pity, right? “It’s no use, Alex. I’m a slayer, and we are as impenetrable to puppy dogs as we are to a watchers glare.” Buffy dusted herself off, and began to clamber out of the cave, annoying local boy in tow. “Besides, I said you could come patrolling last night. I waited for 10 minutes outside town hall. You never showed.”
Buffy helped him climb up over a ledge as he explained. “Was that last night? Silly me. I was hanging out with Riley. We killed things too.”
Using slayer strength, Buffy hopped up the ledge, and gave Alex a good staring down. “Okay, so he killed one vampire, and I reclined on a nearby tree.” Her resolve didn’t shift.
Alex lowered his head, “I hid behind a rock.”
Buffy moved on. “Alex, I’ve been hunting this vampire for almost two weeks…”
“Xander.”
“Huh? Sand where? What?” a look of utter confusion spread across the slayers face.
“No. Xand-ER. X.A.N.D.E.R.” he spelled the word in slow beats.
“It doesn’t matter how slow you spell it, Alex.” Buffy said as she stared blankly.
“It’s my name, now. Riley gave it to me. He said it was cool and American and…”
Buffy raised her hand to her temple, “Oh my god, Alex. You do everything that jerk says. I mean, if he told you to jump off a bridge, would you?”
The meaning of the question was lost on the local. “I would, ‘cause he did. Last night.” Buffy continued to stare. “The rock…it was under a bridge, and Riley said to jump and…”
“You know what? I can’t take this right now. Go home Al…Xander.”Buffy glared at the disheartened boy before realizing that she may not want to piss off her only friend in town.
What? she thought to herself. Giles doesn’t count. He’s old. Besides, I don’t want to lose a friend to Riley. “Actually, you know what? Stay. I could use some company.” She gave him a little reassuring smile, and Xander was back to his bouncy self. “Just don’t tell Giles. He would eat my eyeballs if he knew that a local knew my secret.”
He motioned zippering his lips shut. “Whatever you say, old Buffy, old friend, ol’ pal of mine.” He looked off into the distance, across the field they just emerged into, “speaking of pals, here comes Riley. Riley!” Xander shouted.
“Xander, quiet!”
”Oh, right. Quiet. Vampires.”
”No. Quiet. Riley.” She arched her head towards the large mass of soldier moving quickly towards them.
No! It’s too late. He’s spotted us. Well, here he comes, and he’s going to say something all macho and egocentric and lame.
“Hey Xander.” Riley said as they gave each other a comfortable high-five. He turned towards the small blonde slayer. “Hey Buffy. You okay?”
Ugh! I knew it. What a jackass. He knows I’m a girl, so assumes that I can’t take care of myself. Jerk.
“Was, until now.” Buffy shrugged. “What are you doing here?” She gave a quick up and down look, seeing his machine gun, before snorting.
“Same as you two, ‘d expect.” He gave her a once over, a bit slower than was welcomed, “except I’m guessing you did all the grunt work for me?” He smiled.
“Yah.” Buffy spit back with attitude. “I found Stakim, tracked him down to his layer, and staked the unliving daylights out of him,” she clasped her hands together and did her best impersonation of a toddler who just went potty for the first time. “And I did it all by myself.” She rolled her eyes and began to move closer to town.
“I’m just saying. You know, you could have used a strong man for backup. Since you know that I fit that description, you should have given me a call.” Both the soldier and the boy followed the stomping teenage girl towards the lights.
Buffy didn’t like this, and she didn’t like him. She didn’t like being talked down to like some freshman at police academy. She knew she was being a bitch, but honestly, given the circumstances, the location, the adrenaline from killing a vampire, and the fact that the king of testosterone was trailing behind her, she really couldn’t care less.
“Buff,” Alex caught up to her, “why are you being so rude to Riley? And slow down, not all of us have super human strength and speed.” He demonstrated this when he stumbled, grabbing his foot and cradling it as if it would rid him of the pain.
“When I need the United States military to help with the dusting of one tiny local vamp, I’ll give them a call on my dead cell phone.”
“Oh, Buffy,” Riley chuckled, “if you’d just take up my offer, you could get yourself a brand new BlackBerry, compliments of the Initiative.” He raised his eyebrows, as if that would sweeten the deal.
Ooooo, receptiony goodness… Buffy stopped. No, I will not be tempted by the devil!
“Which offer would that be, Agent Finn? Joining the Initiative? Or joining you on a date to the local pub?” Buffy watched, entranced, as he pulled out two Blackberrys, one which looked like it had never been used. Why do they call them Blackberry’s anyway, they’re not even black… anymore. Gasp! Does that have my name inscribed on it?
“’Cause I’m interested in neither.” Resolve returning, she continued onwards.
“It’s a great opportunity, Buffy. You’ll be backed by a strong military force that can protect you. On the other hand, joining the Initiative is also a good call.”
A roundhouse kick to the face sent that smirk flying about ten feet. A nonchalant slayer casually strode away from the scene as Xander rushed to help the drill sergeant.
“Buffy, come back. God, is that blood?” Nothing but utter satisfaction and pride filled Buffy, and she decided to quit while she was ahead and call it a night.
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( Prologue) | ( Chapter 2)