Fic: Vin Slayer 3/7 The Magnificent Seven/Buffy: The Vampire Slayer
Series: The Prophecy of the Seven Title: Vin Slayer Author: Lopaka Tanu And Erika Tanner Disclaimer: I do not own Magnificent Seven or Buffy: The Vampire Slayer Characters: The Seven, Buffy Characters, Steven Travis. Words: Fandom: Magnificent Seven/Buffy: The Vampire Slayer Pairing: Ezra/Chris, Vin/Charlotte, Casey/JD, Vin/JD - Others. Rating: Adult Warnings: Language, Violence, Character Death, Sexual Situation. Summary: Vin is the unexpected victim of chance. Given his actions, he will become an unwilling pawn in the forces of light and dark. This is his story. Part 2 of the Vin Slayer verse. Author's Note: Unbetaed, so beware. It is one of only four M7 collaborations I ever wrote. The series was never finished, so this has never been posted before. ______________________________________
Here We Go
Vin laid on a bed of demon skins and assorted pillows, JD curled around him. Absentmindedly, he stroked a hand down JD's human ribs. He frowned at a thought. "Just how long have you lived here?" Glancing about at the one room cabin, he sighed. "For about 19 months well I was at Casey's for two months." JD looked at Vin's face.
Nodding, Vin blew at a cobweb. "It shows."
JD looked around them. "Huh?"
"The spider webs are old, nothing caught in them. Your smell must keep them away." He grunted in thought. Shifting, Vin pulled JD closer. "Don't worry, there is nothing wrong with your smell. It is comforting, like something home. Not that I know what home is, can't even remember if I ever had one."
"You probably did." JD said softly.
"More than likely not. From what I understand about my records, I didn't have an exactly ideal back ground and childhood." Stretching, he gave a yelp from a spasm. He rubbed at the sore area, having to stretch around JD. "It is probably best I don't remember."
"Most have somewhere to live." JD shivered a bit.
"Most aren't still wanted in three states for alleged crimes. Alleged because the witnesses disappeared before trial." He pushed JD off him so he could sit up. Now that he could reach the muscle, he began to vigourously rub it.
JD sighed and watched Vin. "Sorry."
"Don't be, I'm not." Ceasing all movement, he rested on his knees. "I am thinking of moving on."
"Why?" JD looked up and into Vin's blue eyes.
"I got no reason for being here, JD."
"You do." JD sat up and his joints popped as he moved.
Vin stood up to avoid the werewolf. Pulling on a pair of pants, he tightened the draw string. "Just cause these people say I am the slayer don't suddenly mean I got a duty to them or nothin."
"I'm glad you're here." JD got up and walked around infront of Vin.
"Why? I'm the slayer, I am supposed to kill people like you. Your being glad I am here, don't make no sense." Side stepping JD, he walked over to the old wood stove. He bent over and lifted the handle on it, then pulled open the door. "We need more coal."
"You are only supose to kill evil werewolves." JD corrected him and looked for something else to look at.
"Now that is where we differ. I kill things that kill sentients, good or evil, it doesn't have any meaning to me. If you aren't killing animals for food, then you had either be a vegitarian or stay out of my way." Slamming the door shut, he released the latch to lock it in place. Turning to face his pet, Vin's expression turned to pure anger. "I am dangerous!"
"So am I, but you protect me." JD stepped up to Vin. "You just need to find your middle ground."
"There is no middle ground! I am the slayer, there is only two modes, kill and kill harder!" Growling, Vin grabbed JD's head between his hands. His thumbs traced over the younger man's face, trembling with suppressed emotions. "It would be so easy. I don't know why I can't, I just.... I can't hurt you."
"Really?" JD said thankful that Vin couldn't hurt him, but hurt as he didn't remember why.
Vin blinked in confusion. "Yes."
JD put his hands on Vin's.
"If I stay, I might hurt you. You are precious to me." Giving JD's face a thorough scanning, he released the were and stepped back.
"You won't." JD said confendly.
"I might. I have almost no control and that scares me." Turning back to the stove, he grabbed a box of matches from a shelf beside it.
JD sighed. "I know you won't, I know you would never hurt me." JD stepped up behind him.
"You don't!" Opening the box, he pulled out a bottle of fluid. The small container was almost empty. The lid of the stove came open with a little jerk and he squirted the bottle's contents on the briquettes inside. He struck a match and tossed it into the stove through the top. Vin put the lid back down, knowing the coal inside would catch fire without any extra fluid.
"Look at me." JD told Vin.
"No. There is nothing to discuss. It is best we keep our contact to as little as possible before I leave." Vin reached up to the shelf and grabbed a pot off it. Checking the lid, he sniffed at the contents. "About ready. Just gotta let it cook for a few hours. Should be ready after patroling, I'll eat, pack my bags, then I'll be on my way."
JD growled deep in his throat.
"Look, don't start with me, JD! I won't hurt you because I am leaving, that's it!" Slamming the pot down on the stove, he stalked away towards the bed.
JD followed and pushed him onto the bed.
Rolling over, Vin brought up his hands to attack.
JD grabbed his hands and pushed them onto the bed.
Pushing JD off him, Vin stood up. "What is your problem? I will be out of your hair."
"Maybe I don't want you out of my hair. Don't you care that someone else might have something to say about what htey think you should do or are you just to damn selfish for htat?"
"I'm too selfish." Grabbing a shirt from their pile of clothes, he pulled it on.
JD got to up. "I can see that."
"What would you hav me do? I can't stay here or I would harm you. I can't go because you won't let me." Grabbing his shoes, he slipped them on his feet.
"You really think that leaving will solive your problems?" JD countered.
"What do you expect from me," Vin shouted.
JD looked at him not sure what to say. Not sure that he wouldn't say something about their past together.
"That's what I thought. I'll be leaving." After tying his shoes, he stood up.
JD remembered that there was someone who could help. "If you are scared about hurting me talk to Charlotte."
"Hell no!"
"Why not? Scared he might know more than you do?"
Vin shot him a dirty look. "I don't think so!"
"Yeah, that's why you don't want anything to do with her." JD smirked and watched Vin's face.
"She doesn't interest me! There is just something about her I don't like." He wrinkled his nose. "Besides, she wears too much perfume."
"Tell her not wear any perfume around you. What's wrong eith her besides she put you in your place earlier." JD stepped toward the slayer.
Rolling his eyes, Vin drew in a slow breath. "She is infuriating."
"Because she showed you up earlier?"?
"No," Vin replied snidely. After a beat, he growled. "Yes!"
"You wouldn't do it so you can stay here with me."
"Why are you so insistant that I stay? I thought you hate being refered to as my dog?"
"I...Never mind." JD started to look for soemthing to wear.
Vin stood there in silence, thinking for a moment. Making a decision, he walked over to JD and picked him up. Placing the struggling young man over his shoulders, he growled. "Shift. If I am going to visit the old witch in her castle, I want my wolf to be ready."
JD groaned. "Do you think changing is fun or something?"
"Or something, now quit bitching and shift." Rolling the young man over, he tickled JD's belly. "Hurry!"
"Stop!" JD laughed.
"Are you gonna shift? You are getting kinda heavy in human form." Vin adjusted his position, giving JD room on his shoulders to wrap around his neck.
"Alright. You just have to say you don't want me talking back." JD shifted.
"It isn't that. I like you talking. She doesn't think you are good enough, so until she think's other wise, I won't put you in her way. Clear?"
JD barked at him.
Looking up at the now furry were, Vin smirked. "Good, now lets go." Standing, he walked towards the door of the cabin. He turned to look at the rest of the interrior, making sure nothing was wrong, then faced the door again. Vin opened the door and walked out.
END SCENE
Here We Go
Entering the library, Vin tugged at JD's ear to pull him back from a workman exiting the double doors. He scanned the room twice to make sure no others were left before moving in to the library proper. At the center table, he noted Charlotte going over a spell book and Josiah coming out of his office.
Josiah looked from Charlotte to Vin. The watcher walked over to the young man. "Vin."
Passing by the older man, Vin walked over the table and threw himself into a chair. Vin propped his feet up on the table. "All right, I am here, now make it worth my while."
Charlotte smiled at Vin. "I see you came."
"Yeah, I guess I did."
"You should have left the mutt at home." Charlotte said looking at JD.
"JD comes where and when I do." Grabbing JD by the ear, he scartched it until the wolf whined. Vin smirked and let him go. "What can you offer me. It had better be good or I am walking now."
"Walking to where?" Josiah asked as he stepped up to the table.
"Wherever the mood strikes me. I'm the slayer, Josie, aint no one gonna tell me no twice." He made a gun with his hand and shot the elder Watcher.
"I know you are the slayer and the name is Josiah." The older watcher said as he leaned over the table. "Why should we care?"
"That answer's that question." Sitting up, Vin grabbed the fur at JD's scruff and tugged. "Come on, JD."
"You're friend stays here." Josiah told the young man.
"No, I don't think so." Vin stood up, his eyes glaring defiantly at the older man. Smirking, he kicked the chair behind him backwards into the recently fixed banister cracking it again. "Oooops."
"He does have a choice and you need to let him make it."
"JD, I honestly don't know why you care so much for this ass." Looking down at his companion, Vin frowned. "This was a waste of time. I said I would come, I came, they showed their asses, I'm gone. Up to you."
"You haven't seen anything." Josiah told the slayer as he moved around the table. "I didn't think you had what it takes to be a slayer anyway."
"JD, here or with me?" Vin knelt down in front of the werewolf. "What is it gonna be?"
"Now Vin you don't want to go through what we did earlier." Charlotte said to Vin.
Vin kicked out, sending the table flying with Charlotte behind it. "JD?"
Josiah waved his hand. "Stop." The table froze. Josiah growled deep in his throat.
Charlotte hit the wall with a grunt, her chair rocking forward from the rebound. Steading herself, she glared at Josiah. "Thank you for the save!"
"I could have let the table crush you." Josiah glanced at her, then looked at the long haired young man. "What do you want us to prove?"
Grimacing, JD shifted back human. His fur slowly receding into his skin as his snout retreated to reform his human face. The last to shift human was his eyes. Blinking, he trailed a hand down his face. "Ouch!"
"JD why don't you go for a walk." Josiah suggested. He didn't want JD to get hurt here. He had been through enough.
"No! I am here for a reason." Standing up on unsturdy legs, he fell into Vin's arms. When he was sure of himself, he pushed off the other boy and faced the Watchers. "You two have only met him with force, a show of agression. He isn't normal, a show of agression only meets with one of two fates with him, he either kills you then leaves or he leaves."
"YOu have a better way?" Charlotte asked as she walked up to them, stiffly.
"Yeah, I do!" Stepping up to the Watcher, JD placed his hands on his hips, fingers twitching in the need to shred her. "You could offer to teach him instead of demanding he submit to you. He isn't a dog to come to heel at your call," he said with a little anger directed at Vin.
Josiah decided to remain quiet at this time and see how Charlotte handle this.
Vin glared at the woman over JD's shoulder. "I don't want your help."
Charlotte took a deep breath as she noticed Josiah watching her. "who's help do you want?"
"No one's."
"How will you learn new things?" Charlotte asked, she winced when she shifted her weight.
Vin gave her a slight smile. "I don't care, just so long as I aint gotta be around people like you."
"I don't want to hurt you, just make it better for you as a slayer."
"You gotta weird way of showing that, lady." JD crossed his arms, shivering at the room temperature.
"And you could use some clothes." Charlotte ran her eyes over JD's body.
"Get back to the point. How can you help Vin." Standing their nude, JD angrily turned his back on her.
Josiah tossed JD a blanket.
"I can teach you how to use magic and hone your slayer skills."
"Oh really, just how is light displays and turning werewolves back to human supposed to help fight on vampires? Unless you can produce a mini sun, I can't see how," Vin shot at Charlotte.
"And what would a mini sun do for you?" Charlotte rubbed her sore back.
"That does it, I quit!" Vin started for the door, but JD blocked his path. "Let me go, the woman is a complete idiot. What would a mini sun do against vampires? Gee, I dunno, give them a chance to catch up on their tans?"
"You talk about them being idiots and you are just as dense as they are." JD told his friend.
"All right, that is enough." Josiah rubbed at his forehead. "I can see we are going no where fast. Vin, put the table back where you found it. JD, wrap yourself in the blanket, and Charlotte do shut up."
JD sighed and got the blanket from where he had dropped it. "Better?"
"Quite." He gave the other two a look that said any further disobedience would not be tolerated.
Vin walked over and got the table then put it where it had been.
"I was not speaking metaphorically, Mrs. Richmond. I suggest you head to the table and sit before I dismiss you completely." Walking to the head of the table, he gestured for Vin and JD to join him. "Please, sit."
Charlotte walked over and sat down.
"Thank you. Now, we are here for a very simple purpose, yet we keep losing sight of that." Looking to the slayer, Josiah nodded. "I am sorry we seem to always be getting off on the wrong foot. It has been trying these last few months and your arrival could not have been at a worse time."
"True." JD muttered as he shifted in his blanket.
"However," he gave the boy a warning look, "I am here to set right what I can. You are in need of training, am I right?"
"You all seem to think I am." Vin said as he put his feet on the table and crossed his arms over his chest.
"I have had experience with previous slayers, I have trained one and cared for four others. I know how to help you, if you will allow me."
"How do I know you are telling me the truth." Vin looked at the man hard.
"The same way I know you won't go insane and start butchering our people, trust," Josiah bit back.
Vin looked Josiah in the eyes, trying to assasue the man.
JD slapped Vin on the shoulder. "Just say okay so we can get further"
Vin shot him a sideway glare. "Go on."
"I purpose a show of good will." Charlotte ignored Josiah's warning gestures and leaned forward to Vin across the table. "As I stated earlier, I can help you regain your memories."
"how?"
"Simply take my hand, I chant a spell, and your memories should come back to you all at once." Offering her hand, she waited for Vin.
Vin looked at her for a long minute, then put his hand in hers.
Staring into his eyes, hers bled black. "Goddess Hecate, work thy will, unblock that which is repressed."
Josiah and JD watched her cast the spell. "Charlotte." Josiah shouted at the young woman.
Vin's head snapped back as he cried out in pain. Shrieking, he jerked his hand back from Charlotte's and jumped from his chair. The entire world was screaming at him, people and places, languages he couldn't understand yet knew by heart. Everyone wanted to speak, to tell him something. All this he heard and knew, he understood it all. Clutching at his head, Vin cried out again. The lights in the room flutter as blood ran from his nose. Falling to his knees, he wanted everything to be silent. It just wouldn't be silent. Screaming, he sent a thought outwards and the room went silent.
JD ran to his side, the blanket forgot.
Looking up at the person sitting beside him, Vin blinked to clear his vision. When the world came into focus, he smiled tiredly. "JD."
"It's me." JD said stroking his hair.
Josiah bent down next to VIn.
Vin turned to Josiah. Upon seeing the older man, he threw his arms around the startled Watcher. "Josiah! Oh god, Josiah!"
"It's alright." Josiah tried to comfort Vin, though at the moment he was confused.
"I thought I would never see you again. They had me surrounded, I couldn't fight them off. I tried, I really did." Pulling back, Vin traced a hand down the side of Josiah's face. "What happened to you? You've gotten so old."
Josiah was really confused and looked at Charlotte knowing that something had gone wrong.
Twisting to see whom Josiah was frowning at, Vin's eyes narrowed. "Charlotte," he growled.
"Vin." Josiah held the boy in his arms.
Vin once again looked at Josiah. "Okay, I understand why you are happy to see me, but why are you and JD on the floor with me in the middle. We didn't do anything ew'ish, did we? Cause I already have major issues about the whole dad thing and I don't need anymore from my sarogate father figure."
Josiah rolled his eyes. "Let me look you over and make sure you are alright."
Vin did a quick body check. Sliding his hands down from his waist between his legs, he froze. "What is that?"
"What's what?" Josiah said as he stood up, preparing to help Vin up.
"I have a... There is a... I'm a guy! Who's been playing with the dark magics again? If it was Casey that did this to me, I am seriously going to have a talk with that girl about the appropriate use of magics. If it is Inez, well there is just going to be a good old fashioned witch bon fire. Way too late for redeption with that girl." Standing up, he tossed JD and Josiah off him. Looking down, he felt himself up. "Whoa, nice bod. A little on the stringy side, but I can work with that."
"What did you do Charlotte?" Josiah growled,glaring at her. Christos couldn't have done better.
Slumping in her chair, Charlotte waved a weeak hand at him. "I released his hidden memory. He should be remembering everything about who he really is."
"Don't sound like it to me." Josiah told her, then turned to Vin. "VIn sit down."
"Vin?" Vin raised an eyebrow. "I can understand the need for hidden identities around new people during a spell mix up, but Vin? What kinda name is that?"
"You're name. If Vin isn't your name then want is?"
"Okay, you wanna play that way. I'm Vin and you are Josiah, school librarian and I am not the vampire slayer." Giving Charlotte a look, Vin wrinkled his nose. "What is she doing here? I thought she would be off somewhere drunk and on her back by now. Charlotte the Harlotte a Watcher, how drole."
Josiah helped Vin sit down. "What is your name?"
"Therry, dear. You are a very nice man, but I do not believe I have made your aquaintance enough to allow your hands to remain where they are. If you do not terribly mind, please remove them." Vin looked down at them then back up at Josiah.
Josiah moved his hands. "Therry?"
"Yes. Therry the Vampire Slayer, at your service."
"Therry, sit here. JD you stay with Therry." Josiah looked at Charlotte. "My office now." Josiah pointed to where he had told her to go.
Vin shook his head as he turned to look at the naked JD. "This is all your fault, JD, if you hadn't brought me here, I would never have gotten mixed up with that voodoo witch and her spells. Now I am stuck with all these girls in my head!"
JD looked at him dumbfounded.
"Don't give me that look, fluffy, when we get home you are going to do a lotta begging." Standing up, he glared at Josiah and Charlotte. "We'll talk later." He picked JD up over his shoulder and slung him around like a boa. "You are going to stay like this until we get home!"
"Vin stop, put me down. We need to talk about this." JD squirmed.
"No, no talking. You've already done enough damage. Why did I even think you could be right. From now on, I do the thinking in this partnership..." His voice trailed off as they disappeared through the library doors.
"dammit Vin put me down."
"No. This is all your fault. If you hadn't gotten me to listen to tits and Josie back there, I wouldn't be wondering why I have a dick instead of the vagina I was born with." Growling, he shook JD. "Stop squirming."
END SCENE
HERE WE GO
Charlotte came in the house and locked her door. She was going to step into her livingroom when she stopped dead as she noticed someone was in there. She softly spoke the words of a protection spell.
"Oh come off your horse, web. You do seem to be a bit frazzled of late, is something the matter?" Vin sa back in his chair, cleaning his nails out with a switch blade. Hair tied back in a leather band, he wore black make up to match the polish on said nails.
Charlotte rolled her eyes. "waht do you think you are doing here?"
"Think not, be what. I damn well please." Looking up from his fingers, he smirked at Charlotte. "You really are the prig you pretend to be, aren't you."
Charlotte walked over to him. "What do you want?"
"Straight to business is it then. No time for friends and lovers, or both as the case may be? Very well." Sighing, he sat forward. Twirling the knife between his fingers, he watched her with a keen gaze. "You were right, I was wrong."
"You need me then." Charlotte sat down on the sofa.
"I always needed you." Standing up, Vin closed the blade. "But that isn't what I meant. You were right about me being too mulish for my own safe being, I ended up dead because of a warlock. Thus, web, you were right and I was wrong."
Charlotte nodded. "So you want me to train you." Charlotte stated watching him.
"That would be greatly appreciated." Sashaying his way across the room, he reached out a hand for her. When she backed away from his touch, he affected a hurt expression. "You don't want me?"
"you're not Therry."
Vin put a hand to his chin, index finger at his lips. "You're right on that fact, I am not Therry per say. But she and I are one in the many."
Charlotte sighed. "That maybe true, but I don't need that now."
"Pity." Turning around, he headed away to a sideboard next to the sofa. He poured himself a drink from a crystal decanter, then tossed it back with a grimace. "Really poor substance that. I would have expected better from you had I not known you grew in to this fine, up standing boring old sod."
"I didn't think I would have to come to this hellhole to live either."
"Oh, I dunno, the HellMouth really isn't that bad. The slaying is fest. Already I have wiped out three coveys of Balrash Demons, nasty little babe eaters. Dreadful things." Shivering for dramatic effect, he chuckled. There was a light in his eyes when he looked at her that went dead at her expression. "Fine, you wanna be that way. I put my terms in plain script, black and white and all that rubbish. You train me in being super slayer, able to leap tall buildings in a single bound, I'm already more powerful than a locomotive and faster than a speeding bullet, so that just leaves the eyes and breath. Make me the baddest slayer there is and I will give you whatever you want."
"What might I want form you?" Charlotte walked up to him.
"Look, love, I know we've had a bad time of it, but I am willing to start again fresh. You were always good with the books and magic, I prefered to use my braun. At the time I thought it was best, and look where it got us. You a Watcher and me," he glanced down. "Well we can't do anything about that. But you must admit, this body does have its advantages."
"It just might have at that." Charlotte said as she let her hand slid down his body.
"That's the spirit."
"When do you want to start training?" Charlotte looked into his eyes.
"Tomorrow." Removing her hand from his, he brought to his lips and kissed each finger. "I have already visited that blow hard, and cow toed to his wishes just long enough to understand what he wants. Have to keep up a good cover for the locals, wouldn't want them to know the exact reason I am staying would we, webs?"
"No. I think you should leave now." Charlotte pulled her hand away.
"Until tomorrow." Backing away, he headed for the door. Pausing before he opened it, he looked over his shoulder. "Charlotte, I, she really did care for you. Remember that." Without waiting for a reply, he left, softly closing the door behind him.
END SCENE
Here we go
Chris leaned on the door frame that led to the kitchen. He watched the lawyer who was reading a book. "You say we are connected and our fate is the same. So if I die, you die."
Ezra took a deep breath to compose himself. "I have already explained this to you beyond reason, Mr. Larabee. We are connected through a magical bond. Our souls are now one. Anything I feel, you feel, anything that happens to you, happens to me. The only way we can die permanently is if we kill each other. Does that satisfy your curiosity? If not, too bad. Now leave me be, I was attempting to enjoy a quiet repast."
"So the slayer can't kill me." Chris stated watching the man.
Ezra frowned. "To be honest, I am not sure. The slayer is a being who's whole existance means to cause others to be deceased. There is no way of knowing aside from testing and I do not plan on taking part in a clinical trial."
"Then you don't know if what you are saying is true." Chris stood up straight.
"Your leaps of ignorant illogical are not surprising." Ezra snorted and went back to his book.
"Fuck you Standish." Chris turned to leave the room, then he smiled.
"That is an honor you have only had the privilage of partaking once and never again."
CHris turned back toward the lawyer. "You think?"
Ezra ingored him and turned the page of the book.
Chris smirked as he ran his hand over his cock.
"You may do as you please to yourself, it will not effect my actions one way or another."
"No?" Chris rubbed himself.
"No." Ezra shifted in his chair, but continued to read.
Chris slid his hand in his pants.
Slamming the book closed, Ezra stood up from his chair. He headed determindedly to the kitchen past Chris. Once in the room, he opened the ice box and pulled out a tray. With a smile, he stuck them down the front of his pants. Walking past Chris, he head back to his chair, sat down, and picked up his book again.
Chris cleared his throat. "That was cold."
"Yes, well I would suspect it was. Your feeling it was an example of what I was saying, thus proving my statement of our shared experiences." Pulling the ice tray from his pants, Ezra set it on the table beside him. Sitting back in his chair, he opened the book and began to read.
Chris walked into the kitchen, then he walked back into the livingroom and passed Ezra and out the door.
Glancing up from his book, Ezra smirked. "Don't be out too late, we have school tomorrow! You are going to carry those books!"
"You have school. I don't." Chris called back.
"You have no choice in the matter, Mr. Larabee. I suggest you do not fight me on this, you shall not succeed."
Chris just waved his hand.
END SCENE
Here We Go
Buck waved his fists at the bus pulled away. "She wasn't that pretty anyway." He yelled at the disappearing bus.
"Don't you have some place to be?" The demon with a Fedora barely covering his tiny horns glared at Buck. "You know, time doesn't grow on trees, and you are running out!"
Buck turned toward the demon. "What do you mean by that?"
He adjusted the fedora, sticking his tongue out to lick his lips. "Look, pal, you are running out of time. The powers don't like that someone has been fudging with their plans. Your destiny has been interupted, you aint supposed to be here, to meet him like this, but things changed. Sorry, pal, but you gotta get to Willy's now or nothing of this nightmare can be salvaged."
Buck looked at the demon for a moment shook his head to clear it.
"I aint a hallucination, idiot!" Whistler walked up to Buck and tapped him on the forehead. "I am more real than you. Get your ass to Willy's and whatever you do, stay the hell away from the slayer."
"Where is Willy's?" Buck asked glaring at the demon.
"How should I know, I just work here?" Whistler disappated in a stream of ashes.
Buck rolled his eyes and walked off.
A large car with the windows blacked out jumped the curb in front of Buck. The driver started cursing when the engine died. "Bloody hell!"
Buck jumped out of the way, watching the car and it's oppenions.
The window cracked a little and a blue eye peaked through the opening. "Eh, you know where I can find a bloke called Christos?"
"No." Buck shook his head as he looked around.
"Aye, k, guess I'll ask that weasil, Willy." The window started to roll up again.
"Wait!" Buck called, holding up his hand.
The window rolled down again. "What?"
"I need to see Willy."
"Why? Willy don't like your kind."
"I was told to see him."
"Forget it, go see that bloomin, nancy boy Watcher in the highschool library, he'll be able to help you. Willy, he'd only sell your ass to a flesh peddler if yer lucky. And since I am feeling so generous," a blue eye winked at the back seat, "tell the watcher his missing cub is in good hands." The engine roared into life again. With a grinding sound, the car pulled off the curb and back into the street. The sex pystols blared loud enough to vibrate through the entire bus depote as the car sped away.
Buck sighed wondering what to do next. He was told to see Willy, now he was told he shouldn't. He sighed again and looked around.
A bright yellow bus passed by him along the street. It continued on down a ways, turned an embankment and went into a parking lot across the street. A sign directly across from him said school crossing. Children of all ages, from kids to young adults started appearing on his side walk, all heading across the street.
Buck followed the kids. He wondered into the school.
A sniveling little old man in a suit stopped Buck at the door. "You can't come in here!"
"I'm looking for someone."
"Take your pedophilic self out of my school, buster!"
"I'm looking for..." Buck looked at the man. "The librarian."
"You perverts should get a room. He and his little band of sickness are at the end of the hall, double doors with the 'O' shaped windows. You can't miss them." The little man placed a hand on Buck's chest, preventing him from passing. "I am principle Wicks, you cross me and I will make your life a living hell."
"Like it's not already." Buck mutter as he headed down the hall.
Wicks watched the big man walk down the hall and glared. First day back and it was already turning into a night mare. Suddenly, his principal senses were tingling, there was mischief a foot. Looking around with narrowed eyes, he spotted two kids fighting over a water fountain. "Hey, you kids, stop that! Detention for both you! Congratulations, Gentlemen, you are this year's first lifers. I'll see you at the end of school in the physic's lab!"
"Oh man." one of them said. "My dad is going to kill me."
"Not if you don't move it, then I'll save your father the trouble." Looking at the gathered students laughing at them, he fumed. "Wicks' Town is always looking for new blood, ladies." The students scattered.
Buck stopped at hte library doors. A young black man came out of the doors and headed down the hall.
Josiah rushed out the doors waving a paper. "Don't forget your homework assignment, Than! I know Mrs. Richmond is trite at times, but you must learn to keep a good head around her or you risk her wrath."
Than came back and grabbed the paper. "Whatever." He said as he headed for his class.
"Don't let Charlotte here you say that or you'll think whatever." Adjusting his glasses, Josiah noticed the figure next to him for the first time. "Oh, sorry, didn't see you there, children these days." He gestured for Buck to follow him into the library. "If you will come in, we can get out of the chaos that are the school halls. First day of school is always a nightmare around here."
Buck nodded and followed the older man into the library, he looked around and noted the damage that someone had caused. "Looks like someone had one hell of a fight."
"What?" Josiah looked around at the damaged shelves and table. "Oh, Earth Quake. We seem to be very fond of those around here, I think the library is on a fault line in fact."
"If you say so." Buck told him.
"Excuse me? Just what do you want here, Mr...."
"Wilmington, Buck Wilmington." Buck reached his hand out.
"If you give me a double 'O' number, I am going to seperate your head from the rest of your body." Accepting the hand, he shook it with obvious reluctance.
"I wasn't going to." Buck told him.
"Sorry, force of habit. When you have a British accent in southern California, there are somethings one deals with on an almost daily basis." Moving further in to his library, Josiah held out a hand towards the new table. "Please, have a seat and tell me what i can help you with."
Buck sat down. "I'm new in Sunnydale and I was told that I should talk to you, that is assuming you are the librarian here."
"Well this is the library, and I do seem to be at home here, you do the math."
The doors swung open letting in a young man with long curly hair. His scruffy features were set in complete hatred. Turning glowering eyes on Josiah, he stomped forward. "This is your fault!"
"What have I done now, Vincent," Josiah asked in a patently deceptive tone to hide his irritation with the slayer.
"According to that damn handbook, you are the senior Watcher, you are the one who is in charge of this little circus we got going on here on the HellMouth! Why do I have to go to school? I have no use for fancy book learnin, I apparently did just fine on the street! And another thing, don't call me Vincent! I don't like it, call me Vin or Slayer, nothing else!" Finally noticing the retreating half demon, Vin turned his icy gaze on Buck. "On the first day of school and already you are being threatened by demons? You really are accident prone!"
"I'm not being threatened. Calm down."
Vin snorted as he looked over at Josiah. "Oh, so I suppose that demon is here fer tea and cruppets? And where do you think you are going?" Without looking, Vin pulled a thin dagger from the cuff of his leather jacket and sent it flying towards the half demon. It sank into the wood next to Buck's head as he pressed against the doorway.
"Vincent I told you he wasn't a threat and I meant it. You are going to have to learn the difference between a good demon and a bad." Josiah met the boy's look with aglare. "I want you to stop now."
"Stop what? And you call that a glare?" Snorting, Vin gave the older man his best menacing stare. Moving slowly, he crept up towards the older man, scenting the air the closer he got. "I have no use for weakness, I am the slayer, any weakness will end my existance that much quicker."
Josiah stood his ground. "You are not to hurt humans."
"I will defend myself." Narrowing his eyes, Vin snorted air out through his nose. "You stink."
Josiah's hand moved quickly to slap the boy up side the head.
Vin growled and tried to jerk away, but went still as his hair was held fast in Josiah's grip. "Let go!"
"Not until you learn that I'm the one you listen to."
JOsiah held him tight.
"I am not the dog, Josiah, you can't order me around like JD!" He tried to pull back again, but yelpped with pain when Josiah jerked him back. "Let go, damn you!"
"JD isn't a dog and you need to listen just like he does." Josiah growled, forcing Vin down on his knees by the hold Josiah had on his hair.
"No!"
"Yes you will. Slayer or not." Josiah stated, holding him in place.
Vin glared at the older man. "Make me."
Josiah brought is knee up until it connected with Vin's chin.
His head snapped back then was jerked back down by the watcher's grip. Blood started to fill his mouth where he had bit into his cheek, but he refused to show any sign of weakness. When he could focus again, Vin's gaze returned to glaring at Josiah.
"Now you will do as you are told including going to school." Josiah told the slayer. Holding him in his grip. "You understand?"
"I understand." His look promised retribution, but he gave a curt nod.
Josiah tilted his head back and leaned down to him. "Remember I'm the one in charge and that means I'm in charge of you too. You will listen and do as you are told even if you don't like it. Don't even think about getting back at me." Josiah's voice was a whisper, but it was full of malice.
"Fine! Can I go now?"
"Where are you going?"
"To class, I am late for English," Vin said through gritted teeth.
"Then you had better get there." Josiah let him go, but watched for the boy to try something.
Vin didn't disappoint him. Sticking his tongue out, he did a backward tumble and landed upright. "See ya, Josie PussieCat!" He turned and ran back out the library doors cackling.
Josiah shook his head.
Vin's hand sneaked back through the doors, grabbed the blade from the wall, and jerked back out.
Josiah knew this one was going to be a more of a challenge then any of the other slayers he had trained.
Buck stared up at the man, eyes wide from shock. "So, that's the slayer?"
"That's him." Josiah sighed. "What did you need?"
"I'm not exactly sure." Sitting up, he rubbed at the back of his head. "I seemed to have forgotten the reason I was coming to Sunnydale in the first place. When I got off the bus, some crazy dude with horns and a hat out of the twenties said something about going to Willy's and salvaging something. That I wasn't supposed to meet him this soon and all this crap I am assuming he represents some asshole in charge cause he disappeared in a cloud of dust. I was lookin for Willy's when some asshole driving a beat up car with the windows blacked out, I think he was a vampire. Anyways, he said to come see you, that Willy would only sell me to a whore house, which isn't all that bad considering I enjoy the company of women very much. Oh, and one last thing, he had a message for you, your missing cub was in good hands. And I think that about covers it."
Josiah looked at him puzzled for a moment.
"So, can you help me out here? Why am I here?"
"I have no idea why you are here. You should probably go see Willy." Josiah told Buck.
"I dunno, I get a bad feeling, like something might happen if I do."
Buck stood up, holding his leg as a cramp shot up the muscles
"You can stay here, if you want to until you figure out what you want to do."
"Take sometime and decide what to do. I'll try and talk to you in awhile."
"You're serious about stayin in the library, why on Earth for?"
"I don't mean you have to live here, but you might be able to figure out what you want to do." Josiah told him as he looked over at some books.
"I just want to enjoy life, like any red blooded man." Walking up to the double doors, he looked out the glass window. "Though, I am quite impressed with the local female population."
Josiah sighed, this was going to be the year that killed him, he just knew it. "Very well, I have a couch in my flat, you are welcome to it for just a month, no more. That is probably the best offer you are going to get. Don't come in too early, I will be out late aiding in the training of that damnedable slayer. During the day when you aren't looking for a job, I need help with research. I used to have... people who helped, but they are gone now. Room and board are free for now, anything else you will have to come up with yourself. What do you say, take it or leave it?"
Buck turned toward Josiah. "I have to look for work?"
"Of course, there is no other option. I work, so must you."
Buck looked the man up and down. He looked the man in the eyes.
"What now?"
Buck sighed. "Where might I find a job?"
"Tried the local lately?" With a dismissive snort, Josiah walked into his office and slammed the door shut.
Buck sighed and decided to go and look around the town.
END SCENE
Here We Go
Ezra sighed with disgust as he dropped the last box of books in his new office. It had been previously occupied by a Law Professor some thirty years ago before he was mysteriously served on the local vampire menu. He dusted off his hands and looked up at the only clean wall in the place. His Law Degree was center stage along with several others that more than qualified him for the position. They had arrived yesterday morning along with his books, clothes, and cards among other things. Turning just as Chris came in with a new book shelf, read old but cleaned for reuse, Ezra pointed at the bare wall behind him. "Over there, Mr. Larabee, if you will."
Chris nodded and put the book shelf against the wall. He turned leaning on the shelf with one arm. "How's that?"
"Fine," he said distracted. He really needed to hand it to the vampire, he was taking the past events really well. Then again, the hand around his waist lifting him over the brute's shoulder had Ezra reevaluating his partner's temperment. "What exactly do you think you are doing?"
"Going somewhere." Chris told him as he headed out the door.
"And where, pray tell, might that be?" He watched the shocked faces of his fellow SunnyDale University Professors and the hyena like laughing of his soon to be students with equal contempt. "This is not helping my image one bit!" That earned him a swat on the rear. "Put me down this instant, you primate of a vampire or I will expose you slowly to the sun!"
"Promise or threat." Chris asked as he kept walking.
"A promise! And judging by the time..." he glanced at his watch and stopped when he saw it. "Just past one. Tell me, this wouldn't happen to be about the fact that we are bound and you can feel everything I can feel would it?"
"Reckon it is." Chris smirked.
"So aside from the fact that you can enjoy a steak for the first time in over two hundred years, you care nothing for my health. Glad to know where we stand." He punctuated his remark with a kick to Chris' side that left both of them gasping. "I really must learn not to do that!"
"You must." Chris told him as he dropped him.
"Yes, well, I must offer you the same curtosy." Stepping closer to the older being, he whispered in a clipped tone. "The next time you feel the urge for a marthon jerk off competition with a Ratha Demon, I suggest you wait until after I was through interviewing potential TA's! By the time I had successfully removed my undershorts and sat in a cold shower, my new Teacher's assistant thought TA was short for T and A!"
Chris just glared at him.
"Do not act the offended party with me, Mr. Larabee, I am the one who has been sullied!" Ezra spun away from him and began walking towards the lunch line. He was fully aware of the Vampire behind him, knowing Chris would dog his every step as he had the past two days. "It is hardly my fault you were summond back to this hell hole of a small town!"
"Why was I?" Chris asked still not knowing why he had been brought back. Sarah was dead and he didn't know what had happened to his son.
"It wasn't my idea. Mother, Maude, my boss, decided that the locator spell would be used. Besides, had I known my precious rear would be on the line, as you like to put, I would never have wrisked even coming here. However, I don't make those kinds of decisions. Since my former boss was quite literally sacrificed to the senior partners of my firm by my dear mother and she took his job along with any hope of me ever succeeding in the business, I have been relegated to menial tasks! Now you will simply have to settle for little information I do know." He took his place in line and started grabbing what he felt was a nutrious, yet reasonably well tasting diet based on the lack of variety in the menu. However, his plans were soon changed when Chris began pyling on several deserts and fatty foods. "What do you think you are doing?"
"Getting something that will taste good."
"Tasting good does not necessarily constitute healthy, Mr. Larabee. And, after all, this is my body!" He removed several of the desserts, but froze when Chris traced a hand down his back, ending at his waist line. "Just two, no more."
Chris nodded and picked out a banana pudding and a piece of chocolate cake.
"Chocolate cake, have you completely flipped your lid? I want to continue breathing for a few more years." Grabbing the cake, he roughly dropped it on the tray of the boy in front of him and grabbed a piece of the pineapple upside down cake. "I am highly allergic to the bovine dung they call chocolate cake here!"
Chris crossed his arms and sulked.
"Don't pout, it makes your lips look fat and stand up straight, bad posture is something I will not tolerate." Ezra moved to the cashier, handed the woman the appropriate amount and his punch card. She glanced at it, then at him and made a hurmph. "Just stamp the card, Helga, or enjoy your new profession as wind shield scrubber on main street."
Helga did as she was told, though she glared at the man. She hated to be threatened. She did know that this could make his threats happen and that pissed her off even more.
"Thank you, your corpulance!" He jerked back the card and moved off with the tray into the cafeteria. "I shall never understand the need to mass feed these people. One would think this place was a poultry farm and not a institution of higher learning. Considering where this place was built, at least the institution part is correct."
"Everyone needs to eat, Ezra." Chris said as he sat down. "Even me."
"Well just don't expect me to become your next meal. I have already sacrificed enough for you, thank you very much." He winced at the bitter tone he had taken, but wouldn't retract his statements. "Neither you or I had a hand in the factors that have forced us together in this backwater hell. We must learn to get along and accept what we can not change. I believe that in time we can..." Ezra lowered his head, groaning at the sensation. "Get your hand out of your pants immeadietly!"
Chris leaned in close. "You like it."
"That is beside the point! We are in a public location, please refrain from doing... guh, such things! Oh, oh, oh, no more, please!" He gasped and clenched his eyes closed at the sensation and shook violently twice then sagged against the table. Ezra stared at Chris with hooded eyes. "You will pay for that, Larabee." Suddenly, his face transformed into a welcoming smile that both knew was full of shit. "Ah, Mrs. Travis, how nice to see you. How are you? Please, have a seat, Mr. Larabee here was just explaining to me how he felt about your psychology classes." His eyes were twinkling with evil as the blonde woman came to their table.
Chris glared at him, but turned a smiling face to the lady.
Ezra's grin grew three sizes at the feeling he got from Chris over the arrival of Mary. "Hello, Mrs. Travis, I do hope you are having a wonderful stay in Sunnydale. I hear the change from England's temperate climate after you have lived there for a few years to the hot and dry SunnyDale air is most unpleasant."
Chris rolled his eyes as he shifted in his seat.
"Good afternoon, Professor Standish, Chris."
Chris nodded his reply.
"You will have to excuse my companion, he is here merely for my benefit, a body guard if you will." He leaned over the table to her and stage whispered. "He was highered more for his brutish behaviour than intelligence, if you get my meaning."
Chris gave a low growl deep in his throat.
Ezra patted him on the head. "Hush, boy, you will get your doggie treat later."
Chris glared at him for a minute then got up and walked away.
Watching the irate Vampire, Ezra gave a theatrical sigh to his dinner companion. "So, how are the first days of life at SU for you, Mrs. Travis? I hear your husband was most unpleased to learn that you would be staying to look for your step son."
"They have been fine. He was not happy that was for sure. I am my own woman." Mary informed as she looked him over.
"I am sure you are, Mrs. Travis. However, any liasons you might be planning with me or my vassel must strictly be fantasy only. For though I may tease him about you, and encourage your flirtations with him, we are all bound by laws even you can not break to stay merely aquaintances."
"Is that so Professor Standish."
"Extremely." Ezra got the sudden urge to see what the woman's intestines would look like draped around her neck along with that cross she was wearing.
Chris leaned against the doorway of the cafertia. He gave Ezra an evil smile when Ezra glanced at him.
Smirking at the Vampire, Ezra took a large gulp of the soy milk he had grabbed from the alternative a-la-carte. He knew the stuff tasted aweful, but to the vampire it would be ten times worse.
Chris made a horrible face and disappeared outside the door.
Making sure to finish the small carton, Ezra grimaced with distaste. "Now, Mrs. Travis, I do believe you are a lovely lady, but you are a married lady. Married to a man whom I am representing at the moment and there are strict rules at WolfRam and Hart about Client/Lawyer interactions. If I were to allow you to follow through with your solicitaitions, I could lose my job and my head."
"You could stay a professor here." Mary ran a foot up his leg.
Ezra brought the heel of his other shoe down hard on her foot. "No. I would be unable to do much without my head, literally."
Mary cried out in pain and pulled her foot away.
"If you will excuse me," Ezra grabbed the deserts from his tray and walked away. There were cafeteria staff to clean up after him.