Summary-Another take on how Buffy could have been called to become Slayer. She is rescued by a blond stranger and finds herself enrolled in Angel's School for the Gifted, but the gifted are not ordinary students.
Disclaimer-Not mine! All characters belong to Mutant Enemy and Joss Whedon.
Rating-PG, I suppose.
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Buffy groaned as she searched fruitlessly through her bag for her schoolbooks. She had totally forgotten about the essay that her Biology teacher assigned her two weeks ago, and now she had two days to write six hundred words. She wouldn't even write fifty if she didn't find those damned books.
"Bloody stupid chromosomes." She grumbled as she threw her bag down in disgust, no books in sight. Now she had to think of a plausible excuse to tell her teacher. Buffy collapsed onto her bed and gazed at the glow in the dark stars plastered over her roof. This was the third time she had forgotten her books, and the fourth time she had forgotten about an assignment. Her marks were dropping and her teachers were starting to get really agitated with her.
Well it wasn't her fault. Not really. Okay, well maybe a little bit. She did forget her books and she did forget to actually do her homework. Who really cared anyway? Other than her teachers, no one did. Her parents certainly didn't. If her parents stopped fighting long enough for Buffy to ask for help with her homework then they might be able to help her. Not likely. As if on cue, her mother's reprimanding voice drifted through the window, and she realized that they were now on the veranda.
She snorted in disgust and rolled onto her stomach, reaching over and switching her stereo on. She turned it up full blast, so that it drained out the sounds of her parents' raised voices. She closed her eyes and moved her head to the music; the hypnotic beat lulling her into a false security. She could no longer hear her parent's voices. She could no longer hear the screams and yells, the constant nagging and reprimanding. Nothing in this house could stop their disputes. Damn her parents.
The noise of smashing glass broke her trance and her eyes snapped open. A black figure tumbled through her window and into the room and Buffy shrieked, jumped off her bed and backed away. Her back hit the wall and she glanced about wildly for an escape route. The man was blocking the door and as he straightened she could see that she had no chance of escape. His tall, robust build and black clothing did nothing to calm Buffy and his bleached hair clashed against his unnaturally pale skin.
"Who the hell are you?"
He looked straight at her, his piercing blue eyes sweeping over her body. He smirked, a cocky, self-confident grin, and held up his hands in mock surrender.
"No time to explain, pet. I ain't gonna hurt you, but you need to come with me now."
"Not gonna harm me? You fly through my window looking like someone from the Matrix crossed with Billy Idol and you expect me to believe that?" Buffy crossed her arms defiantly, glaring at the intruder.
"Well, if you want to live to see tomorrow then I'm afraid you have to." His nonchalant words sent a chill down her spine.
" Afraid you're being hunted by some not-to-happy demons who want to play skippy with your intestines. You want that to happen?" At her vehement shaking head he nodded and held out his hand across the bed. " Then you have to trust me."
"What? No way! You could be trying to kidnap me for ransom. I'm not stupid, you know. I could scream once and my parents will come running. How'd you get past them anyway?"
"I ate them." He grinned again and Buffy looked startle, trying to decide whether he was joking. "No seriously, they call themselves parents? They couldn't look after a bloody kitten!"
Buffy opened her mouth to scream but he held up his hands and took a step back.
"Look, would you believe me if I said you are in serious danger?"
"No." But as soon as the word left her mouth another figure came hurtling through the window. He stood up and Buffy could see his horribly deformed face, yellow eyes and sharp fangs. "What the…"
The blonde growled and sent a punch flying into the thing's head. He quickly followed it with an uppercut and then jabbed a wooden stake through its heart. It crumbled to dust and Buffy stared at the spot where it had been standing not a moment before, stunned to silence. She raised her head and stared at the man in front of her.
"That's just one of hundred that are coming to find you. Wanna stay and meet them?" He held his hand towards her again.
Buffy hesitated; glancing at the door where she wished her parents would burst through and help her. However, the door stayed empty, and she shook her head in frustration before taking the offered hand. He grabbed it tightly, and she shivered at the coldness of his skin. He hauled her over the bed and towards the window, nearly causing her to shout in surprise when he effortlessly lifted her and un-ceremonially threw her outside. She picked herself of the ground as the blonde man landed with a grunt beside her. He motioned her to follow him and as they crossed the impoverished front yard Buffy could see the black motorbike resting against the tree.
A loud warrior cry echoed down the deceptively deserted street, and Buffy couldn't believe her eyes when a troop of motorbikes and cars raced towards them. The man cursed loudly and dragged her onto the seat behind him. He gunned the bike into acceleration and it skidded before shooting down the road in the opposite direction.
She glanced over her shoulder and saw the horde closing in on them.
"They're getting closer!" She yelled over the clamor of the numerous engines. "You 'gotta go faster!"
She gave a yelp and clutched his waist tighter when they suddenly accelerated.
"You alright back there, bit?"
"Just bloody peachy." He laughed at her sarcasm and they swerved past an on coming car. Buffy winced as she heard the screeching tires and the crunch of metal hitting metal. Suddenly another three motorbikes appeared beside them and she saw the same deformed faces. He cursed and swerved into a park.
They veered around the slide and then the swing set, trying to shake of their pursuers. They burst through the shrubs and onto the highway, skidding into the oncoming traffic. Buffy screamed and ducked her head, waiting for the inevitable screech of tires and feeling of falling.
However, it didn't come, and when she opened her eyes again they were surging down the highway towards Los Angeles, and away from Sunnydale, the place where she had lived the first sixteen years of her life.
"What?" she mumbled into his leather duster.
"We lost 'em in the traffic. They won't hurt you now," he said, keeping his eyes trained on the road.
"What the hell were they?" Buffy asked.
"Vampires," he replied, turning around to grin at her.
She gaped, unable to come up with any coherent answer. When she finally managed to choke out words, she said, "OK, let's say these vampires were after me. Why?"
His grin widened, and his eyes took on a mischievous gleam.
"Because you are the Vampire Slayer."
Again, all she, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, could do was stare back at him.
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This chapter just came to me while I was typing another story, so I just began to write (type) and it all came out. My fingers are so naughty; they won't listen to me and they just type whatever they want to. Anyway tell me what you think, and if I should continue.