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Title: “A Different Type of Slayer” Part 1
By: Lynnae Rose
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Rating: PG-13 for language and mild violence
Paring: N/A
Genre: mystery/action/suspense
Summary: A fiction that I put myself as a character. Part 1 focuses on introducing main characters of the fiction and collecting a few clues as to what may happen in later parts. Hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: The plot is mine, don’t steal it.
1Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Joss owns it all; I don’t own any of the characters or settings.

Chapter 1

I know I am in the Hellmouth. I know this is Demon Town. I know that this town holds the Slayer, but that doesn’t stop me. Nothing ever stops me. Nothing ever beats me, for I am the First. The First who knows all, who feels all, who does all. I am everything and anything. I am your darkest nightmares; I am the most heavenly dream in your mind. I know everything about anything and anything about anyone. I am corporeal and I am non-existent. I am me, and the Slayer will soon meet her greatest match.

The Bronze; the most dull piece of junk in this whole town yet still the most entertaining place for teenagers and free feeding grounds for the undead. I can see vampires from yards away. My eyes double as mirrors. I can also see in infrared, night, extreme light, and sonar. Anyway, with my special eyes as mirrors, I know that there are about a dozen vamps lurking in this hormone-infested building. They are easy to find: there are only so many people grinding against nothing.

I make my way over to the corner of the building where I am supposed to meet an old friend. I have to change my eyes back to normal to see him.

"William," I say, "Good evening."

He jumps not realizing that I use his true name; the name I used to call him all of the time back when my second-cousin sired him. His name was, and is, William the Bloody. Also known as, Spike. A crude name he had adopted from embedding railroad spikes into the heads of his victims.

"Bloody hell," he says to me in his English accent, "the name is Spike now. William is long gone. How many times do I have to tell you?"

"My dear William, your name has been marveled upon since the day you were created; and killing those Slayers? Priceless. As long as there are those of us around who know the truth, William the Bloody will live forever."

He melts; I hit a nerve. He reaches into his trench coat and takes out a flask that smells of blood and vodka. As he put the flask back into his coat, I notice he hid a dagger in his belt.

"So, do you have it or not?" he asks.

"I have mine, but where is yours?" I wave an envelope in front of his face. He tries to take if from me but I grab his hand in mid-air. So easy it would be if I want to break it. "Where is it?"

He snatches his hand back and leads me out the back door of the Bronze, his trench coat flies behind him. Outside I hear a girl scream about three blocks away. Some vamp has found his meal; the cemetery will welcome a new grave soon.

"Well, here it is," says William.

"Open it," I say in reply.

William kneels down and takes the dagger out of his belt to pry the box open: the box which he has pulled from behind a dumpster; the box which holds what I want. The box opens with a squeak and I hear something that I would have prevented if I didn't need what is in the box. I hear the Slayer drive a stake into the heart of a vampire; the vampire that had just killed the girl. The Slayer was not alone though. She has another vampire next to her. Why doesn’t she dust him too? The thought perplexes me, but is brushed from my mind when William hands me something.

"The Blade of the Night Warrior," says William. "You know, I had to kill a lot of people at the museum to get you this bloody sword. It going to cost you double."

I take the sword from his hands and unsheathe it. I hear William gulp in fear. He knows I am awesome with a sword. I even have one strapped to my back under my own trench in case William decides to pull something, or if I have an unexpected visit from the Slayer.

"You will get what I promised you, no more, no less. And if you so much as try to cross me, dear William, you will be the one I sacrifice. Understand?" I say.

I see his face transform into the beast I knew he was; a vampire. A pathetic excuse for a creature of evil; but it is not me his face transforms for. I smell her before I know who she is. It is the Slayer. I smell blood on her hands from when she checked on the girl who was killed. I smile.

Chapter 2

"Found yourself a meal, Spike?" she says.

William growls in defense. I smile more. How incredible she is. How amazingly gullible she is. How strong she feels. I also sense the partner vampire next to her. I know his scent, but I forget his name. I curse myself for forgetting.

"Back off, Buffy," warns William.

"Aww, but then I wouldn't be doing my job, now would I?" she coos.

I turn around to face her. "It's quite all right. I am quite capable of handling myself." I hold the unsheathed sword in my hand and twirl it professionally around my body and point the tip of the blade directly at her neck. "See?"

The vampire she is with is another old friend of mine…his name is Angelus. He growls.

The Slayer is shocked; I see it in her eyes. Her body is tense and her weight shifts, just visibly, uneasily. I know she wants to lunge; to find out what kind of creature I am. I know she won't. I also know that William is coming up behind me. He wants a piece of the Slayer, as he always does. The first few times he faced her, he lost horribly.

I spin the sword around again and aim it right at William's head.

"I don't think so," I say. My eyes tell him to leave immediately so I too can go home after a brief message to the Slayer.

He realizes what I mean and his face comes back to normal. He reaches inside my jacket and takes the envelope without the Slayer seeing. He bolts into the shadows and disappears into the night.

I sheathe my new sword and tie it to the belt of my jeans. I turn to the Slayer.

"You’re Buffy, right?" I ask.

The Slayer regains composure and answers me in a snobby sarcasm tone of voice. "Yeah, what's it to you?"

I laugh, "Is that the way you greet strangers?"

She is shocked again by my hypnotic charm and apologizes. "I'm sorry, it has been a long night. Let me get you something to drink.”

She turns to go back inside.

"I'd like to thank you for the invitation, but I have a strict rule not to communicate with those who mercilessly slay my cohorts."

She stops in mid-step. Angelus growls at me again. She turns around slowly and before she gets close to looking at me, I jump clear over her head and land without a sound behind her.

"You see," she jumps, "I dislike Slayers.” Angelus heads over to me and I whip out my new sword and aim it at his head. I turn back to the Slayer. “We shall meet again, Buffy."

I jump in the air again and land on the rooftop of the Bronze, again without a sound, and I walk off into the night, sheathing my sword once again. Angelus wants to follow me, Buffy won’t let him. The Slayer wants to try and find out information about me. That’s what she does when she meets a new enemy. I give her all of my luck; there is not a single piece of evidence that traces my entire family in the world. She will have a hell of a time looking.

Chapter 3

The Magic Box; the Slayer and her friends are inside. The Watcher is pacing in the back of the store searching for information on me. The only thing that they have to work with is the fact that I know how to use a sword and that I can jump extremely high; while maintaining my grace and charm.

I know them all by name and face; for I can see their body heat which shapes their faces and bodies. The “Scoobies” is the name of their “group.” Alexander Harris is the friend who does no good but tells lame jokes. Anyanka. I knew her once, but not on the greatest of terms. I just know what she has done in her demon days. Anya is now the house-broken ex-demon. Rupert Giles is the Slayer’s Watcher; always rummaging through old texts and training the Slayer. Dawn Summers is the Slayer's sister; a Scooby wannabe. Willow Rosenberg; one who uses her newly found powers of magic for minuscule obstacles. Tara Maclay is the last one. She is Willow's girlfriend and the love of her life. Tara is also a witch, but more of a sorceress.

It is Tara whom I fear most. I have been attracted to her since the moment I found out of her powers and her name. She has the power of a goddess, the strength of a hundred Slayers. She is my sister, and she doesn’t know it.

I need supplies for my series of rituals. I need to get into the Magic Box, but I cannot go like this. The Slayer will attack me as soon as I walk into the place. I fine a nearby bush and hide behind it for a moment. After making sure nobody is around me, I transform my body into a high school-aged teenage girl. Actually, I just change my hair color, my clothes, and my face. Instead of my long brown hair, it is a short strawberry-blonde, and my face becomes less toned. I wear a pair of tight blue jeans, a light green tank top and sandals. It is a perfect outfit for the second week of summer.

The purse I carry on my shoulder holds four simple things; a cell phone, a wallet, a mirror, and a locket. Only one of these things is important for now; my wallet. I walk into the store and immediately the group becomes uneasily quiet, but only for a moment.

"Hello. Welcome to the Magic Box. I’m Mr. Giles. If you need assistance, please do not hesitate to ask," says the English man. Rupert Giles is a fine man indeed; a little rough around the edges, but still fine.

"Actually, I was hoping you could help me find some ingredients that I need. I’m afraid that I know the ingredients well, but I am never able to find them," I say. Actually I know exactly what I am looking for and I know exactly where to find it. Although I know where everything is, I want to stall for time to take in my surroundings and the people in it. It is my own reconnaissance mission, yet I actually need more than supplies; I need the information.

"Very well," said Giles, "what are you looking for?"

I rattle off the ingredients that I need and even go out of my way to mispronounce some of them for sake of not making myself seem suspicious. The prices of the ingredients that I need are extremely expensive, and I wonder if the group behind me wondered why a teenager would have so much money. As Giles helps me look for the ingredients, I hear Buffy talking to her friends in hushed tones.

“Angel even growled at her! You guys know that if Angel knows something is bad, it means the apocalypse is coming.”

Giles finishes finding my ingredients and wraps up my supplies. I pay and he hands me the bag of items. I smile and turn around.

"Well, is this some sort of magical book club where you get together and find neat, nifty spells to do?" I ask.

"Actually we hunt down the forces of evil and make sure they don't come back," says a woman. Everyone hisses at her.

"Anya! Shush!"

I laugh, "So what's the big bad demon this week? Giant snake creatures that you give sacrifices to which makes you become rich? How about invisible people running around making chaos? Oh wait, what about powerful demons that use a sacrifice to open a portal between dimensions?"

The entire time that I talk about their past incidents, I laugh about them as if I made them up. The group, I know for a fact, is completely dumbfounded as they just chuckle along with me.

I walk out of the store with a wicked smile on my face and a bag of ingredients in my hand. Oh how menacing I can be. Wait. I stop in my tracks a few blocks away and remember something that I just realized now. Tara wasn't there. I was so sure she would be there but I did not see her now that I remember it. My memory is like a photo album, and I do not remember her being in there. The bag of ingredients dropped from my hand and spilled onto the ground.

Chapter 4

Tara wasn't there. I sit in my little apartment running my fingers through my long brown hair and figuring out how I could possibly not notice the absence my sister. I saw her aura before I walked in. Where’d she go? I shake off the idea of possibly missing her and decide that she must've been in the back room. You see, the redhead was there; Tara's girlfriend, Willow. Willow sat next to the Slayer and was one of the few who chuckled when I joked about their past adventures.

Well, all of my ingredients are packed away and ready to use when the time was necessary.

My cell phone rings.

"Hello?"

"I want double for this," says a gruff voice.

Riley Finn. I remember him from when he dated the Slayer. I was one of his best and only friends. He had worked for a secret underground facility that harvested all sorts of demons and placed government chips into portions of their brains so they do not hurt people anymore. After a couple mishaps and problems that I do not wish to get into, the place was deserted and all of the workers vanished.

"You have a lot of nerve to be calling me at this point in the game. I take it that William has not called you yet to update you on the situation. He too asked for more than he bargained for and almost lost his head in the process. Now, dear cousin," I tell Riley after the update, "do you have everything set up?"

"I do, and do not call me your cousin. We are not related in any fashion and I do not wish to be. You are a monster and I am only in this for the money," he says.

"Ah, a brave mercenary," I say, "but don't forget, dear cousin, we are related. Blood bound and honor stricken, we are related. Anyway, the money is on the way. I sent a messenger just this afternoon."

There is a silence on the other line for a few seconds. Riley is thinking of a new deal. He is a bargaining sort of man and is trying to come up with a new deal before his time quota is up. You see, in his position, there is a time limit on everything. It just so happens that he is extremely smart and has so many contacts that he can do anything that is asked of him in such a short amount of time; a good thing to keep himself alive.

"As soon as I receive the money, I will send you the remainder of what you need. It should become extremely clear why Spike and I have asked so much," he says. A few minutes later and brief good-byes, both lines go dead, but not before I hear another click after Riley hung up.

He's been captured. He's been captured and the line's been tapped!


To be continued…

i always like ur stories baby... and i need the other one from u btw lol.. keep writing! lol, love u heart

You guys really liked it? I mean 'cuz I already have another one written for my creative writing class. I'll post it if you want.

lol ok you got it

btw, part 2 is up

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