Buffy champion of Ankhseram
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to Joss Whedon, Fairy Tail belong to Mashima. I own nothing or earning money from writing this.
Summary: During summer break, while she was in LA staying with her father. She went to explore her father's attic, because she heard a thumping at night, where she found a book, which was planted there by god of life and death and was pulled inside by a black and gold vortex.
Author note: Time difference, dear readers, doesn't make sense don't try to make sense of it. Just roll with it. – This is about the only thing that I won't try to clarify anywhere.
Prologue: Journal of the woman that existed, died and then lived her life to the fullest
I debated what to do with this free time I have, then I remembered that I haven't written down my thoughts, feelings, and events in years, which is ironic since I inherited my writing in a journal bug from mom. Or learned it, I'm not sure which came first; perhaps it was getting my first diary when I had learned how to write. At that time my mom had told me while giving me neatly a wrapped bundle, "Buffy, sweetheart, I received mine when I learned to write, so I can not think of a better reward than giving you the same". Did it?
I can't say I wasn't happy to receive the little booklet with the tiny lock and key. I still remember that it had Walt Disney's Cinderella in a ball gown painted on the front. That journal is long gone, destroyed in the fire like most possessions of mine - but we'll get there. The one I just wrote these words in has a red and orange bird of paradise in green foliage. It is thicker and bigger as well. And it's fire and mechanical damage proofed by magic. I did learn my lessons well.
After years of gathering dust, I unearthed this diary; I think it was a birthday gift – for reaching 15 year of my life from my dad, Hank. It was the last gift I received from him, just a couple of weeks after the arguments between my parents escalated.
They divorced later. But that was before I landed a death sentence lottery. Of course at 15 I didn't see it like that. I saw being the Chosen One as a burden to my social life; in my defense I didn't know much beyond my life as socialite in LA. I was darling daughter to my mother and Princess to my father. I was elected both Prom and Fiesta Queen and had been head cheerleader at Hemery High School. My grades weren't bad either and I was popular. Then one sunny afternoon when I was waiting for my girl friends, minions really, girls that listened and agreed on anything I've said. I was approached by a middle aged man named Merrick. He told me I'd been Chosen, capital C, to fight vampires. I didn't believe a word he said, or rather refused to – but what he was saying so closely resembled dreams I had, dreams of a barmaid in Italy, serving ale to knights, then of a pretty girl, a princess in a castle during Dark Ages, an Asian girl, all of them fought vampires. Death - they all found death by fighting vampires. I thought those were just dreams caused because I've read Bram Stoker's Dracula. But Merrick proved me wrong that night in the local cemetery.
We didn't get along at first, Merrick and I. In fact the first words he ever said to me were, "Do you know how many girls I've trained to be Slayers? Five, they worked harder than you've worked in your entire life, and I saw them all ripped apart, Buffy."
Two of the Slayers Merrick trained, were killed by a master vampire that went by the name Lothos.
A bit about Merrick that I had found out, and still remember to this day. He was a round man … in a way he reminded me of Dr. Watson from Sherlock Holmes movies and books.
He was raised from a young age to be a Watcher in Britain. His father, who was a navy officer, before he retired due to injury and joined his wife, whom was working for the Watcher's Council, taught him "a lot of subtleties the Council never bothered with" regarding training, legends, and research. Unfortunately he wasn't able pass on to me anything besides training and fond memories of him.
At first, Merrick's attitude towards me was sarcastic; he did that better than me, though, which was probably due to his training by his father and not the Council. Neither Giles nor Wesley had that. Merrick was stern; again something that neither of my later Watchers had. But he grew frustrated by my lack of commitment to the calling. Now he that he had in common with Giles and Wesley, I frustrated them both often. I still do even now years later, when they'd long retired from being field Watchers; it is funny how Wes still stutters and how Giles clucks his tongue and polishes glasses.
Back to Merrick, he grew somewhat attached to me the longer we worked together, and I came to respect him a great deal; he was like this grumpy uncle. Later when I had brought myself to actually read his Watcher's journal I never told anyone that I have it, and now it is destroyed in the fire-ry explosion of doom anyway he wrote, "Buffy, she possesses an inner strength that I had rarely seen in Slayers, even if she doesn't acknowledge it herself."
He did something for me that no Watcher for a Slayer would have done, not even Giles, but a human for another human. Which shows me when I look back now that Watchers in general do not look at Slayers and see, a person, a girl, a young woman, the Chosen One, or even a tool … but as disposable tissue. But I'll be getting to the way the old and gone Watcher's Council operated in a minute.
While patrolling the streets of LA with Merrick, we dispatched fledging vampires with ease, but what we could not know was that Lothos became obsessed with me. Come to think of it he started a trend of master level vampires that became obsessed with me. I'm still unsure if I should be flattered by that – the part of me that is vain is flattered by that; the other larger part is creped out beyond belief, even if two of the obsessed vampires are dust in the wind, Lothos and Kralik.
Kralik was mostly unknown to the masses, since he was apparently used by Watchers as a birthday present to Slayers that reached 18, as testing of Slayer's worth to their calling. If she survived she was worthy, if not, and it was usually not, since she was drugged by her Watcher no less, she was unworthy. As if surviving that long wasn't enough.
Dracula -yes he exists, and no the reality of that guy is a tad different than in the novel. As for Angel, Drusilla, and Spike, well they are good now; they had regained their humanity, and in fact they are like some kind of male slayers. Drusilla however had received psychological help when she regained her soul; she is more or less sane now and working for Global Guardian Inc. that came to be after the old Watcher's Council crashed and burned – figuratively speaking.
Back to Lothos – he suddenly appeared and attacked Merrick and I. Merrick then figured out, how I do not know, Lothos plans for me. And Merrick was truly concerned for my safety. Being newly called, I've been perhaps four months old as a Slayer, and I was no match physically or mentally for a Master Vampire like Lothos was or a master level vampire as Amilyn, Lothos' second in command vampire, had been. In fact it was an achievement fighting Amilyn to a draw as two weeks ago called Slayer, which earned me Lothos' obsession.
So Merrick used his gun to distract Lothos while I had run away to a local homeless shelter, where Merrick had some contacts and was Vampire proofed. Just as I had passed the threshold to safety I heard a gunshot. Later I found out from the news on TV that a man, that committed suicide by shooting himself, was found in the alley – Merrick shot himself in the head to prevent Lothos from siring him.
I nearly had given up slaying after that, but Pike pulled me out of depression to attend the school dance with him – now that was a classic 'Lady and the Tramp' story, Pike and I, or would have been if we'd stayed a couple. Now Pike is a good friend, hitched with another good friend of mine – I hadn't seen that couple coming, considering how that witch was obsessed with some other boy, but that again is another story that I'll come to later.
Considering how Pike and I have started off, it was probably mind boggling how head cheerleader, valley girl that I was got together with Oliver Pike.
Anyway just because I was grieving for Merrick and hurting over my parents constant screaming at each other, that didn't mean that Lothos obsession had went away. Far from it, he, Amilyn, and their minions attacked the dance that was held at high school. Pike took on the minions and Amilyn; Lothos' right hand man included, and staked his best friend, Benny Jacks, that was turned.
Most of those minions caught fire that broke out by accident when I fought Lothos with flag pole and staked him through the heart with the wooden part of the pole. Didn't see how the fire happened, Pike told me later; let's just say that alcohol, sparks, and flammable ornaments are not good combination. Amilyn was staked later in an alley.
After the dance, we went to Las Vegas – we meaning Pike and I with his motorcycle. He taught me how to drive his bike, how to pick a lock, and how to play billiards and poker. When I returned to LA, Pike suddenly felt that that he was more of a hindrance than an aid to my Slaying career. He said that I spent more time focused on his safety than slaying. That's what happened in Vegas, when we were fighting vampires on the roof opened his eyes to the problem. At the time Pike tried to jump off the roof while I was fighting to take him out of the picture and give me the chance to focus on the fight. I had to retreat soon after since these vampires got reinforcements. So I had to come up with a plan to solve a problem. I got a priest and had him bless the hotel's water tanks before activating the sprinkler system. So after the break up he returned to Vegas and I went home. But then – even now it's difficult to write the words, mom and dad went through my things and found my diary. The result of that: me being committed to a hospital for delusions about vampires and me being The Chosen One.
I wasn't in that hospital for long; of course my stay wasn't demon free. In fact in that asylum was the first time I came face to face and defeated a demon, and the other doctor that wasn't a demon pretending to be human, declared that I didn't have any hallucinations or delusions, but had done some creative writing and used it to try to get my parents together. Anyway after mom got me out we moved to Sunnydale.
Later it turned out that Haig school was located directly over a mouth of hell – well nexus of energy that was also a weak point where beings, mostly other dimensional demons, could enter Earth.
I have a clear memory of telling Giles when he dropped a thick old book about Vampires in the school library, turns out that the Watcher was pretending to be a high school librarian, that, "It's my first day! I was afraid that I was gonna be behind in all my classes, that I wouldn't make any friends, that I would have last month's hair. I didn't think there'd be vampires on campus."
Later I meet Willow Rosenberg, resident computer genius and total nerd, but she was a shy, sweet girl – now she is not so shy, in fact she is becoming a typical redhead and a witch. Cordelia Chase, that was like mirror of me from my pre-slayer gig, but she still helps. Xander Harris, class clown but steadfast friend. They in a way made Slaying fun; it was fun and cathartic to save people from monsters and vampires.
I've meet Angel, and I'd admit that I felt attracted to him, even when I found out that he was a master level vampire – who was cursed with a soul by vengeful gypsies – he was the only person that made sense to me in my whacky world. Or so I've said. We slowly drifted together and then a prophecy about my death was discovered. I went down to where an ancient vampire was trapped, where I found out that it is my death that sets him free; I drowned in a puddle of water and was revived by Xander – CPR- who was guided there by Angel. Master got dusted; I danced with Angel the entire prom night. The next day however I sat on the bus on the way to spend almost an entire summer vacation with my dad in LA.
And that was the beginning of the adventure of my lifetime. Adventure that I'm still living in.
Adventure that really started off after the nightmare and then visiting (the) Renaissance Faire with my dad.