Summary: William Jamison
Giles is the Slayer and
Buffy is a vampire with a death wish. When they meet the sparks fly and
things get really interesting in Sunnydale. Lots of familiar faces in
this ficcy, just not used in the same way as canon. Betaed by
Spikeslovebite.
Angelus smirked at his new
childe. "Buffy's little sister, Dawn, should
be arriving any time now. The spell should bring the little bitch to
our time at the exact moment that Buffy was turned. William's Watcher
will no longer exist without the sister." He chuckled evilly. "Next,
we'll kill them. We'll kill them all!"
"That sounds wonderful, Sire," Riley murmured as he rubbed himself
against his Sire. "But, I'm hungry right now. Can we go eat?"
"So am I," Angelus growled. "Hungry for you!"
"Sire," Riley screamed when Angelus plunged his fangs into his neck.
"Please."
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"Are you sure this is going to work?"
Willow looked up to see Buffy standing in the doorway of the room. She
waved the vampiress over to where she was sitting in front of the
Giles' computer. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure it'll work. It's not all that
difficult, and I think I can twist here." She pointed to a phrase in
the chant. "I can make the soul more permanent."
"I guess that'd be good," Buffy said. "Personally, I'd rather just dust
him, but then again, I've hated him since I was turned." She gave a
dry, little laugh.
"He never did anything to you, did he?" Willow gasped in horror.
"Oh, no. By the time I was turned, he didn't do girls anymore. Can't
say the same for when he turned Drusilla," Buffy said sadly. She knew
that her Sire was a good person prior to being turned.
"What did he do to her?" Willow asked with curiosity.
"She was about to become a nun and he stalked her, killing her entire
family in front of her." Buffy closed her eyes in memory of the times
her mad Sire whimpered in her dreams, pleading with Angelus to let her
little sister go. "He drove her mad before he turned her."
"He's a real sicko, isn't he?" Willow scrunched her face in disgust.
"How can the PTB pick him as their champion over you?"
"Better him than me, I say." The blond vampiress shrugged. "I'm happy
being here with Will. So, you want to try this?" Buffy indicated the
spell on the screen.
"Sure, but we need Will." Willow smiled shyly. "Why don't you check to
see if he's done upstairs? Didn't I hear the shower shut off?"
"Yeah, a few minutes ago," Buffy agreed with Willow. "Will didn't tell
me where the other Scoobies were gonna be tonight though."
"Oh, they're picking up the new Slayer, Faith." Willow stood up, and
she moved over to the dining room table where she started to take the
components for the spell out of a cardboard box marked 'The Magic Box'
on one side. "Oh, good, I was worried that Mrs. Giles wouldn't be able
to find an Orb."
Buffy used her vampiric hearing to see where Will was upstairs. She
grinned at Willow before she left the dining room, and she raced up the
stairs. She met Will on the top step where she flung her arms around
him and buried her nose in his chest.
"You okay, luv?" Will asked quietly, hugging his mate close.
"Yeah, just, you know, I still would rather stake Gramps than reensoul
him," Buffy murmured. "Besides, Willow's ready to do the spell and she
wants our help."
"Come on, the sooner this is done, the sooner that wanker Whistler can
take the big poofter away." Will lead Buffy down the stairs. They
entered the dining room, and once there, he asked, "Willow, where do
you want us?"
"Just sit anywhere," Willow said softly, not looking up from the stones
she was holding in her hands. "Here, Buffy, you take this bundle of
herbs and incense. Just keep waving them over the Orb. Will, grab the
book from the table. You just need to say the Latin phrases."
"Okay," Buffy and Will said together. Buffy picked up the bundle of
herbs, and she lit them with the lighter on the table. Will picked up
the book, and he turned to the page that was marked.
Willow cast her stones, and she gave Will the indication to start.
"Quod peditum est, invenietur. What is lost, return."
"Not dead... nor not of the living. Spirits of the interregnum I call
you." Willow's voice filled the room. As she continued to chant she
started to get weaker. Breathing heavily, she panted, "Return, I call
on..." Suddenly her head snapped back, and she looked up at the ceiling
with her eyes wide open. Her head jerked back down, eyes completely
black as she stared into the Orb.
Will and Buffy frowned at each other. This didn't look good, but Buffy
continued to wave the herbs over the now slightly glowing Orb.
"Te implor, Doamne, nu ignora aceasta rugaminte." Willow chanted the
Romanian words without translating them for the Slayers. "Nici mort,
nici al fiintei."
"Willow, are you okay?" Will asked softly. He gave Buffy a worried
glance. "Is this a good thing?"
"Lasa orbita sa fie vasul care-i va transporta, sufletul la el." The
table lurched under the power of the witch's spell. "Asa sa fie! Asa sa
fie! Acum! Acum!" The Orb glowed brighter for a moment before it went
completely black.
Will jumped towards Willow to catch her when she suddenly relaxed so
completely that she almost fell out of the chair. He brushed the hair
out of her face as she looked at him blankly.
"That took a lot of power out of her," Buffy said softly. "Maybe you
should lay her down on the couch."
"I agree." Will grabbed up his friend, and he hurried with her into the
living room where he laid her down. "Just take some deep breaths, Red.
Would you like a drink of water?" When the girl nodded, he ran into the
kitchen to get it for her.
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Angelus watched with delight as his childe drained the young teenage
boy they had lured away from the Bronze. He was about to join Riley
when pain filled his entire being, and he fell to his knees while he
clutched his head. Angel moaned from the pain of his soul's return and
the guilt from the terrible things he had done in the past few days. He
was quite oblivious to Riley's race to his side.
"So the little witch accomplished the ensoulling." Whistler's voice
rang out. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised. After all, William Giles
does seem to be an exceptional Slayer. A bit like Elizabeth was in her
day."
"He was supposed to be mine," Angel muttered. "You promised him to me."
The guilt-ridden vampire didn't notice that he had hurt his childe's
feelings.
"I never said that, Angelus," Whistler said. "I said for your
redemption, you had to help the Slayer. Well, guess what, you now have
a Slayer to help for eternity." He snapped his fingers and a small card
appeared out of nowhere. "That's the address of a young seer name
Doyle. I suggest you leave for Los Angeles immediately before the other
Slayers show up."
Angel struggled to his feet. He looked glumly at his newest childe. Now
that the boy was a vampire, the lust he felt for Riley had faded quite
quickly. He knew that he couldn't abandon this one as he had the
others; not with the PTB watching over them so intently. Angel grabbed
Riley's arm, and he dragged him off towards where he knew his
convertible was parked.
Angel stopped up short when he saw the two humans standing next to his
car. Parked directly behind his convertible was a rental from the
Sunnydale branch of the Hertz rent-a-car. Whistler hadn't said anything
about anyone else joining him and Riley in Los Angeles. The vampire
recognized the female as Jenny Calendar, one of the teachers at
Sunnydale High. Just then the man stepped forward, cross in hand.
"My name is Wesley Wyndam-Pryce. I'm Joyce's cousin, and Whistler said
we were to accompany you to Los Angeles. I suppose we're to keep an eye
on you." The tall Brit didn't put his hand out in welcome. Instead he
gave the two dark-haired vampires a hard look that told them that he
meant business. They could expect no pity from him.
Angel wrinkled his brow in confusion. He remembered doing the spell to
bring Buffy's sister forward in time. So, how could Joyce still be in
existence if that had happened? Before Angel could ponder the dilemma
any further, Buffy and Will melted out of the darkness.
"This is our town, Angel," Will said with deathly intent. "You're no
longer welcome here. You or Riley. If any of the Scoobies find you in
our town, they have our permission to stake you."
"I took the reins away from the Anointed One, Gramps." Buffy gave Angel
a look of disdain. "That means that I am the Master of Sunnydale. As
Master, you're no longer welcome. If any of the vampires under my
control find you in our town, they have our permission to stake you."
Angel just nodded his head in agreement. He knew that neither he nor
Riley could take the two Slayers in a fight. Not with Wesley standing
there watching and waiting for a chance to dust them.
Will and Buffy went to Wesley, and they shook his hand. Buffy even gave
the man a kiss on the cheek. "Well, we're off to pick up my little
brother from his friend's house. Can't be too careful after dark!" Will
gave a wave as Buffy and he walked off into the darkness.
"You should be lucky you didn't go after Don with your perverseness,"
Jenny sneered at Angel. "I doubt very much that William would have
forgiven that." She marched over to Wes' car and got in the passenger
seat.
Angel mentally scratched his head. He knew that Will didn't have a
little brother named Don, and this made him wonder what went wrong with
the spell to get Buffy's sister to the present time. He slowly got into
his convertible, and then, he spent the drive to Los Angeles ignoring
Riley and pondering the paradox he had created.
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"I hope the house is good enough for you," Joyce said to the
dark-haired female Slayer. She smiled encouragingly at the young woman.
It was the same house that Maggie and Riley had stayed in. The rent had
been paid up for six months even before the late Watcher and her vamped
Slayer had even moved in.
"I'm sure it's five by five," Faith Lehane replied. She wondered if
somewhere in the universe there was a higher being laughing at her. She
couldn't believe that she had been picked to be a champion, not with
her juvie record anyway. The Watcher seemed to know what Faith was
thinking as she patted the young woman on the shoulder.
"It'll be fine, I promise." Joyce continued to smile encouragingly.
"William will help you. He was an unexpected Slayer much like you. He
never even knew he was a potential until he was Called. Buffy was a
Slayer before she was turned."
Faith gave Joyce a glance that said more than words could have. The
teenaged girl didn't have the confidence in herself that the Watcher
appeared to have. Because of this, she covered her insecurities with an
attitude of negligence and belligerence.
"You'll do fine, Faith." Joyce reassured the girl. "Will's a good boy.
I'm sure your training will be over faster than you think, and you'll
be able to move on if that's what you wish. I mean, there are always
plenty of vamps to stake and apocalypses to thwart here in Sunnydale.
Having three Slayers wouldn't be a bad thing if you decide to stick
around."
"We'll see," Faith replied. She looked around the living room of the
house. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow at school."
"As the librarian, I'm always there for you." Joyce gave the girl one
last smile before she left the house.