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A/N: Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer. Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to Joss Whedon. All we own is a wicked obsession with both.
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We consider this story take place pre-Twilight and during BtVS Season 3, between Episodes 2-4. All characters and characteristics are as closely canon as we could make them. As you're reading, consider what Buffy and Edward have to offer each other, and how their meeting at this point might affect their futures as SM and JW originally wrote them.
I couldn't believe that this was my life. Or, existence, I supposed. Considering my heart hadn't beat in over a century, I sincerely doubted what I did could be considered "living".
Seconds, minutes, hours, days, months, and years passed...and I was simply there. Not alive, but not dead either.
It was a morbid thought, I'd admit...but the truth was: death would have been a blessing. A near impossibility for one such as me, but a welcome alternative to the purgatory I was forced to suffer now.
...for almost the ninetieth year in a row.
Yes, if I could die, I would. Death couldn't possibly be worse than this.
I pulled my car into its usual spot in the Forks High parking lot and stepped out into the cold drizzle of a fall day in the Pacific Northwest. It was Monday, and the school grounds were already overflowing with students eager to find their friends and discuss their weekend exploits. Nobody cared about the light rain as they stood about and chatted; it was actually kind of a nice day by comparison.
I tried to let my mind go blank as I made my way through the crowds, but I couldn't help overhearing some of the gossip...both with my ears and in my head. Sure, reading minds could be a useful talent, but for the most part it was just annoying. People were all the same on the inside...sex, money, power, possessions...the more the better. And when they weren't thinking about how to get these things for themselves, they were either admiring or detesting another for having them. It seemed that today would be no different, either. The buzz was centered around a new senior student...a girl from California...Buffy Summers.
My curiosity piqued, I scanned the minds of those I was passing, hoping to catch a glimpse of this new girl and put a face to the unusual name. I finally lucked out in Tyler Crowley's head, ignoring his lewd thoughts about her body and instead focusing on her blonde hair and bright smile.
She was admittedly attractive, though I usually preferred brunettes, but even in Tyler's memory there was a wisdom in her sparkling eyes that surprised me. She looked like she had seen more from life in eighteen years than most people would if they lived a hundred years.
Not unlike myself, I thought wryly. In all this time I had encountered more than my share of hardship, pain, suffering, and death. Though, if I was being honest, I would have to admit that I'd dealt out my fair share, too. I tried not to remember those days...they depressed me.
As I made my way into the Biology classroom, I wondered if this new girl's maturity came from a difficult upbringing, or if it was simply borne into her. I doubted the latter; people who were naturally responsible, caring and considerate were more than hard to come by.
I had just dropped my backpack onto the empty tabletop beside my chair when it occurred to me that for the first time in...well, maybe ever...I was actually thinking about a human. A human girl, even. Normally I couldn't care less about the comings and goings of their lives, but something about her genuinely intrigued me...and I hadn't even met her in person yet.
That kind of freaked me out. I resented my pathetic excuse for a "life", but at the same time I had grown comfortable in it. I had accepted who I was, or more accurately, what I had become, and did my best with the hand I was dealt. I was bored, yes, but I was also secure.
Suddenly things were feeling...off, though. It was eerie. If I were able to get goosebumps, I was sure they would have been be prickling up my spine right now.
Before I could contemplate this new development any further, though, our teacher strode into the room and dumped a stack of books and papers on top of his desk. The loud 'thud' got everyone's attention and the class went quiet.
"Good morning," he said distractedly, but then he looked up and added, "Hat off, Mr. Newton. Gum in the garbage, Ms. Mallory."
Lauren sighed exasperatedly as her chair scraped across the floor and she stomped to the front of the room, glaring at Mr. Banner as she spit the disgusting wad into the wastebasket.
I held back an eye roll and pulled out my textbooks, just wanting to get today over and done with so I could go home and do anything else. This really was my hell on earth.
"Okay, we have a new student joining us today, so we'll just give her a minute to finish up her registration before we get started. She should be here any second," Mr. Banner informed us.
The class instantly burst into hushed chatter and giggles while I wondered why a senior would be taking a junior level Biology class, but my musings were quickly interrupted by a soft knock on the door.
"Ah, here she is. Ms. Summers, welcome. You can take a seat there beside Mr. Cullen."
Startled, and strangely nervous, I pulled my bag over to my side of the desk and watched as she made her way into the room.
She thanked Mr. Banner and strode confidently toward me, but then abruptly stopped in her tracks. My insides prickled as her back went rigid and her eyes darted around the room, the one word I least expected suddenly echoing through her head.
Holy shit, she knew.
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