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Jillian K
Disclaimer: BTVS is property of Joss Whedon and Mutant enemy. This fic is intended for entertainment purposes only so no money is being made of it. As if anybody would pay.
Summary: In a different Sunnydale in where the demon threat has been neutralized the slayer protects a vampire from the Initiative labs.
I don’t want to be home. Living with William has been awkward ever since our falling out over Riley. So I went to Giles’.
Rupert Giles is my Watcher. He acts as the link between the Watcher’s Council and myself. Traditionally, the relationship between watcher and slayer is one of mutual dependence in which knowledge and strength combines to protect the world. But in recent times the relationship has shifted into one of a counselor and advisee. The Watcher guides the slayer’s life so that she can be a fit representative of the Council to the world.
Fortunately for me, Giles chose to be more than that. He became my father figure and often protected my interests over those of COW. Because of this he is one of the few people I truly trust.
But I couldn’t tell him what I was doing. He would see it as too risky for my safety and reputation and he was probably right. I was risking everything. That much was clear but deep inside I knew that I had to do it even if I lost. I hoped that if it ever came down to the wire Giles would understand.
As was usual, I began my routine. Giles insisted that I keep up my physical strength even if I didn’t really use it. The gym adjacent to his house had all the high tech exercise equipment available (even a small indoor track). In addition, he also encouraged me to learn Tai Chi, Karate, Judo etc. He wanted me to be as well rounded as possible.
Next to the gym was the largest rare book collection this side of the country. As was to be expected, most of these were of the occult persuasion. In addition to being the current Watcher, Giles was also the council’s slayer historian. He was in charge of collecting and protecting the slayer diaries. This was necessary because publishers were always after them ever since one was turned in by a rogue council member and became an international bestseller.
After working on my fighting skills, my time with my Watcher was also intended to cultivate my mind. Through him I learned about the history behind the role I now filled. I learned of all the proud, strong chosen ones who had come before me and had done the impossible. Of women who had actually given their lives to protect their world. It was quite a legacy.
Sometimes as Giles read to me from the diaries, I could imagine being those slayers of the past and knowing that I alone stood between good and evil. I could see myself struggling to kill a Ghora Demon, staking the master and closing a hellmouth. I could see myself being the Slayer.
Because in truth I am not the slayer. I carry a title I don’t deserve. I live in a world that I don’t protect.
"Buffy?"
Giles’ clipped English accent interrupted my thoughts.
"I’m sorry what?" I made myself focus on what he was saying.
"I just asked you if you had any breakthroughs on your search for William the bloody"
"No, nothing yet" I lied. "Even with Walsh’s constant prodding, I haven’t had any luck. I wonder why is so eager to get him back. Its not like she doesn’t have a hundred other vamps to torture".
Giles put down the book he had in his hands and wiped his glasses with a handkerchief. This usually meant that he wanted my full attention. I complied.
"Well, Buffy we haven’t been totally honest with you in regards to this particular vampire"
"What do you mean?"
"Buffy, William the bloody is probably one of the most ruthless, brutal vampires in history. He was responsible for the death of the Slayer during the Chinese Boxer Rebellion"
A cold wave washed over me. William had murdered a Slayer. The vampire in my basement had ended the life of one of the women I so wanted to be like.
"How?" I asked.
"We don’t have any accounts of the actual killing…but one of the locals saw him and his consort feed off the slayer. He also reported that they engaged in sexual intercourse next to her body".
I could see it in my head. A young Asian girl lying on a dirty floor with two demons f***ing over her, laughing over the life they just took.
My blood boiled.
"Unfortunately that is not everything. A century later Spike, as he also known as, emerged in Manhattan. As you know by now the population knew the activities of the council and the Slayer. Helen, the slayer before you, had chosen to go public when the hellmouth over Sunnydale opened up. She knew that she couldn’t fight anymore. She was in her fifties and no other slayer had been called. The council agreed with her decision and presented the evidence to the officials. The National Guard and later the army moved over Sunnydale. Consequently, the Initiative was founded and Maggie Walsh slowly rose through its ranks".
I nodded. I knew the history by heart.
"Spike was obviously none too pleased about how the situation had changed. He therefore managed to track down Helen’s younger daughter who was studying in N.Y. and broke her neck in an empty subway car" Giles’ cleared his throat and went on.
"This act was what turned all the Initiative’s resources to capture him. A few years later they were successful. Rumor has it that one of the vampires in Spike’s group betrayed him and he was sent to labs where he has been until now."
"Why didn’t you tell me before? I asked, surprised that I could still speak.
"We chose not to tell you because we wanted you to proceed in a manner not clouded by emotion. Anger or hate could prove dangerous to a Slayer"
Yes, Giles was probably right.
Moments later I drove blinded towards my home. My mind overwhelmed by the faces of the two young girls that the demon in my basement had killed. Somehow I made it to my house and let myself in.
Through the living room, past the dining room, through the kitchen and at the entrance to the basement. I kicked the door in and jumped one flight of stairs.
He was lying in his bed. I landed on top of him and pointed the stake towards his non-existent heart. His eyes burst open. I clutched my stake even tighter.
"Who the f*** are you anyway?"
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