Disclaimer: I do not own the fandoms of 'Buffy the Vampire Slayer' or 'The Vampire Diaries', though I wish I did. Time frame for 'Buffy' is after the movie when she burns down the gym and goes to the asylum; she just got out. Time frame for 'TVD' is the same year. The POV changing is only in this chapter.
I couldn't stand to look at my so-called parents, especially Hank Summers. At this point I refused to call him my father. They locked me in an asylum where they said I had schizophrenia because I told Mom and Hank about me being the vampire Slayer. To get out, I had to recant my statements involving the vampires and other supernatural stuff.
Regardless, I am now out and in my bedroom in our house in Los Angeles, California. It was a large, three-story Victorian style home in the suburbs. Hank was an architect and made a lot of money, so I got pretty much whatever I wanted. Now, I was packing two bags with clothes, my saved up allowance, and whatever else I might need when I left tonight. I also wrote a note saying I was leaving and that I wasn't coming back, at least anytime soon.
I played my part perfectly at dinner. I acted like I had been lately, which was more distant than the day before. I made small talk and went back to my room, where I made the final preparations for tonight.
Once the night came, Hank and Mom fought as usual, they went to bed, and I made my move. I snuck down to the kitchen and got a few bottles of water and snacks and put them in my bag before I went out the door and never looked back.
I went to the bus station and got the ticket for the first bus out of California, not caring where it was going.
I was bored. Bored was an understatement. I was in a bar and grill in Las Vegas and wanting a drink. I looked around the room and that was the first time I saw this girl. She must be the new waitress. She was a little over five feet, had medium length blonde hair, was still developing, and seemed sad. She didn't look like she was old enough to be a waitress here. She looked like she should still be in school, not working in a restaurant at eleven in the morning on a Tuesday in the middle of May.
She was a mystery in a world of ordinary. I stared at her for a moment longer before she looked up at me and narrowed her eyes; even more interesting. She walked over to me and stared at me for a moment before speaking in a dangerously sweet voice.
"How are you out during the day?"
I froze in place. How did she know? I had to find out. "I don't know what you mean, sweetheart."
She rolled her eyes. "Don't play dumb with me." She leaned in so only I could hear. "You're a vampire."
I looked at her dangerously. No use trying to 'play dumb' as she put it. I'll just compel her and she'll forget that I'm a vampire. There still is the issue of how she found out in the first place. I'll just compel her to finish working so we can continue this conversation later after she gets off of work. I looked directly into her eyes and felt the compulsion coming.
"Return to your work. Finish your shift. Forget we had this conversation."
She stared at me. Then she started laughing. I was in shock. I couldn't believe it. Apparently, she couldn't be compelled, which meant she had Vervain on or in her, or she was a vampire too. I knew it wasn't the second one because she wouldn't be walking around in the day and asking how I do it. She had Vervain on. Where did she get it from?
"You've got to be kidding me! You can't tell me what to do. However, I do need to get back to work, so if you will, I want to talk to you afterwards. I get off at four." She turned and walked back to where she was before and continued working. I decided to pay for my drink and go spend five hours thinking about what to do next.
Third Person's POV
Once four o'clock came around, Buffy was so glad. She walked out of the restaurant and ran right into a large body. She had been paying attention to where she was going, so it surprised her. She looked up and saw the man from before. Now that she could say things more freely, and more free to look at him closer, she looked him up and down and had to admit that he was kind of really hot. Yeah, definitely a vampire... who else could look like that?
"You should watch where you're going. You might run into someone dangerous." Damon was standing there with calculating eyes that were clearly lethal. He had on dark jeans, a black t-shirt, and dark tennis shoes.
Buffy rolled her eyes. "I can handle myself. I may not feel like fighting, but I will if I have to." She took a step trying to go around him, but he caught her by the arm to stop her.
"How old are you?" He looked at her like he really wanted to know, but also like he was suspicious of her.
She sighed. "It doesn't matter. Let me go." She tried pulling her arm out of his hand, but she barely got it to move in another direction.
"No." He held her arm tighter and pulled her close. "I'll release my grip on one condition. Come with me and talk. No running." He looked into her eyes intensely.
She stared back into his for a moment. "Why should I? I don't even know who you are."
He rolled his eyes. "Because A- It's the only way your arm is getting loose, and B- I'll tell you who I am if you come with me."
She held still for a long moment before she sighed. "Fine."
He let go of her arm and looped his arm around hers before leading her in the direction of his temporary living quarters, aka his hotel room.
The room was decorated with beautiful furnishings, neutral colors, and was very sophisticated. He sat down on one of the couches and offered Buffy the other.
"So, what's your name, beautiful?" Damon was intrigued, yet he believed that she was hiding something major.
"Anne. What's yours?" She sat with her hands under her legs to keep from jumping around too much. She was already bouncing them up and down.
He smirked. "Damon." He leaned forward. "How old are you really?"
She held back a laugh. "Why does it matter so much?"
He suppressed a growl. "It just does." He rolled his eyes and sighed. "Alright, if you won't answer that right now, then answer this. Where did you get Vervain and how do you know to wear it?"
She looked confused now. "What's Vervain? Why would I wear it?"
He looked at her astonished. "You mean you don't know?" Buffy shook her head. "Vervain is a flower that keeps you from being compelled by vampires. You have some on." She looked even more confused, which only frustrated him more.
"What do you mean compelled?" she asked him.
Damon sighed and put his hands on his face and braced his arms against his knees. While staying like this, he asked, "What do you know about vampires then?"
Buffy rolled her eyes. "I know that they can't go out in the sunlight, otherwise, they burst into flames. A stake through the heart means a pile of dust. Holy water and crosses only hold them off for so long. Finally, their game face gives them a bumpy forehead with glowing yellow eyes."
He sighed and rolled his eyes. Of course, she only knew about that kind of vampire. "Okay, you have a lot to learn, Blondie." With that, he stood up and poured himself a drink before sitting back down. "First thing though, how did you find out about vampires and how could you tell I am one?"
She took a deep breath. "Because I am the Slayer."