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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.
Author’s notes: Thanks again for reviewing. This is my first fanfic although it’s been in my head for some time. I’ve been getting some criticism since this is supposed to be Buffy’s journal writings. I know that it seems unnecessary but the fact that she is writing everything down will play a part later on in the story. I need a written record (evidence if you will;). Also, like Buffy, William is not all that he could be…yet. This unassertive Buffy and helpless Spike are products of their universe. They both have to overcome their world in order to become the people they were meant to be. Otherwise I’m gonna need a sequel.
Since I was the official slayer I could not stay away from what Giles calls the "trappings of my calling". The world needed to know that it had a slayer even if it didn’t need one. So every few weeks or so there would be some function or ritual that would require my presence. Sometimes it was a formal event, like an awards dinner, where I would have to dress up to the nines and be escorted and everything. Riley usually did the honors. On the other hand in a ritual or celebration I would be all "kick ass slayer" in leather and stakes. I preferred the latter even though some of the rituals were borderline sadistic such as the annual beheading of the Chaos demon that coincided with Thanksgiving. It was quite a tradition: Turkey and televised sacrifice on Pay-per-view. Giles said it is very Roman. I think it is very sick.
Of course, I wasn’t about to go public with my views, especially since I performed all the rituals.
Fortunately or unfortunately this function was the dress up kind. There were three things that were wrong with this. 1) I had to dress up. 2) Riley was going to pick me up and 3) afterwards Riley would expect to stay over.
I couldn’t decline the invite since both Walsh and Giles had emphasized how important it is for the slayer and a member of the Initiative to show a united front in the face of the current escapee crisis. And I couldn’t refuse Riley without arising suspicion since he is my boyfriend.
Obviously I have a problem or I would have a problem if Riley got wind of my new roommate.
As I ran through my options one thing became certain. I would need outside help and one name came up: Willow.
Willow Rosenberg has been my best friend since I was fifteen and newly introduced to the public as the slayer. The previous slayer, who had died of natural causes at the age of 87, had been a very well liked and intelligent woman. When my name came up as the next slayer the Council of Watchers wasn’t exactly jumping from joy. They saw that their new slayer was an undisciplined, underachieving girl who was currently on academic probation and had been kicked out of one school for recurrent fighting. Their solution was moving me out of LA and into a more structured environment and getting me a tutor/role model that was my age. Willow filled both roles excellently and although we couldn’t be more different she became my friend.
Our relationship wasn’t a one way street. She changed me as much as I changed her. She often said that if it hadn’t been for me she would have never been brave enough to attempt a relationship with Tara. I wasn’t sure about that, but I was sure that my calling inspired her to research into the occult and become a very accomplished witch.
Willow was open-minded and I needed her to be when I told her about William.
Once I graduated from high school I no longer needed Willow as a tutor. I seemed to be getting through college just fine. Still, we met for lunch twice a week and called each other on the phone everyday. She and Giles had been my strongest support when my mother passed away last year. I was counting on her to support me on this too.
Since I didn’t want to talk to her in a public place, she agreed to come for lunch just as long as I ordered out. Buffy-cooking is not to be tried more than once.
By 11:30 am all my preparations were complete. The house was cleaned, the Thai had been ordered and I locked William in the basement.
My undead houseguest no longer wears his chains. I see no point in them. Where could he run and what could he accomplish by himself in a town controlled by the Initiative? He has free run of the house although he chooses to remain in the basement for most of the time. He only comes up for lunch and his daily dose of Passions. I had to take dinner downstairs to him.
I have to admit that I am worried about him. He seems tense and anxious. I can’t blame him. He knows very well what we are up against. The chances of him getting out of Sunnydale alive are slim even with my help.
But if I couldn’t get him out, at least I wouldn’t let him be recaptured. This is where Willow came in. I was counting on her to help me hide him the day of the function so that Riley could spend the night and be none the wiser the next day.
As usual Willow was right on time. We greeted each other warmly and caught up on the gossip over Thai. We were almost done with our meal when I finally got the courage to tell her. I tried the indirect approach.
"You know I have to go to that lame induction next Wednesday. I am so not looking forward to it"
Willow smiled. My dislike of formal events is a well-known fact to her.
"You never look forward to it. But on the plus side you get to spend time with Riley. You are going with Riley right?
"Uh huh. Walsh and the G-man claim that we need to be seen as if we are in control of situation. The press won’t let up on the Initiative’s security issues"
She laughed. "Yeah they finally got some dirt on the establishment. Walsh runs that place like its Fort Knox. You know I found it hard to believe that many vamps got pass her security. She was lucky you were able to catch all but one"
Okay, here it goes.
"Actually I got all of them"
"What? But the news said last night that there was one missing. They showed his picture and everything"
"Will, I have to tell you something. And I know that it’s gonna sound crazy but just hear me out okay"
She looked worried but nodded her agreement.
"Willow, I caught the missing vampire over three weeks ago but I didn’t tell anyone"
Her eyes widened and her next words were stammered.
"Why didn’t you? Where is he?"
"I just couldn’t take him back to the lab"
"You let him go?" Incredulous.
"No, he is downstairs"
"What???"
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