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SuperSlayerVille: Season One 6/12 
8th-Sep-2009 08:21 pm
SuperSlayerVille Season One
Title: SuperSlayerVille
Fandoms: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Smallville/Supernatural
Pairings: Chloe/Angel, onesided Chloe/Sam, onesided Buffy/Giles, Cordelia/Dean
Rating: T
Discliamer: Don't own the characters or shows mentioned
Summary: When Chloe's father moved to Sunnydale he planned on forcing Chloe to have a safe, normal life...course, that's gonna be hard now that she's living on a Hellmouth and has some mysterious psychic connection with its mystic energies.

Despite the fact that Buffy and the gang had filled her in on this Anointed business that they’d stopped while she’d been sick, Chloe felt rather uneasy. Maybe it was remnants of the freak flu that’d affected only her and had her feverish and hallucinating for days, but she couldn’t help shake the feeling that she was forgetting something very important.

“You’ve been pouty all day.” Buffy announced as they made their way to a table and sat down, cradling the drinks they’d just gotten. Everyone had decided to go to the Bronze to celebrate Chloe’s return to the healthy, (well, everyone but Giles---it really wasn’t hisscene) and the girls were the first to arrive. “And that’s that we’ve been to the zoo today instead of classes. How anyone can be pouty at a zoo I will never know!”

Chloe smiled up at Buffy, feeling guilty for being such a mood killer. “The zoo was great, huh? Even though Kyle and his gang were being jerks as always.”

Tell me about it.” Buffy agreed, taking a sip of her drink.

Kyle and his gang, Rhonda, Tor and Heidi, were like the school predators, constantly tormenting those around them just for fun. Buffy admitted to wanting to beat them up most of the time but then Giles’ words of ‘Slayers are here to protect civilians---not beat them up’ would keep droning on and on in her head whenever the temptation was almost too much to bear.

The thought of a mini Giles in Buffy’s head, acting like her conscience, made Chloe giggle.

Kyle and his group had been tormenting Lance, as usual, when Principal Flutie had appeared and for some reason Lance had denied they were doing anything mean to him. That’d caused the group to be all chummy with him and they’d gone to the Hyena House together---the Hyena House that was quarantined and closed off with yellow barricade tape.

Dean had been off charming a flock of girls while Cordelia glared at him and stormed off, dragging Owen behind her, so Sam offered to go into the Hyena House and get Lance out before the gang decided to turn on him and do some malicious prank while he was separated from the crowd, alone and vulnerable.

Buffy and Chloe had been about to go in after him in backup capacity when the zookeeper had stopped them, spewing off about how hyenas preyed on the weak, how they were in quarantine after just arriving from Africa, and how one needed to stay out even if they called your name.

That last statement, of course, had warranted a couple of questions from Chloe and Buffy, to which the zookeeper answered that the Masai tribesmen had told him that hyenas were capable of understanding human speech. According to him (or the Masai tribesmen at least) the hyenas would follow humans around by day, learning their names, and at night, when the campfire died, they would call out to a person. Once they separated him from the others he was with, the pack would devour him.

With that creepazoid fact now in the girls’ brains, the zookeeper had left to go and scold some other high school student, and then Lance had come running out from the Hyena House, Sam and the others reemerging a little while later at a more sedentary pace.

Chloe had looked Sam over, making sure he was okay, and other than the fact that he sniffed her while she was doing that Sam seemed fine. He had somehow managed to free Lance without getting into a fight with Kyle and the others, but as they sat together on the bus, she couldn’t help but send him curious glances once in a while, wondering why he was smirking at her.

“Giles is such a kill joy.” Buffy pouted, looking around the room listlessly. “This would have been so much more fun if he’d just get his stiff English boxer’s out of his arse and have a good time once in a while.”

Chloe bit her bottom lip to keep from laughing at Buffy using that British word, but she knew the amusement was clear on her face. “You really got it bad, huh?”

“Me, huh?” Buffy tried to look innocent, but failed spectacularly and somehow knew she had, because she sighed. “That doesn’t bother you, right? I mean, I know you find him attractive too and I don’t want things between you and me to get weird or---.”

“Oh, no!” Chloe laughed, shaking her hands in front of her. “Sure, I mean, Giles is great looking and his knowledge is only another turn on, but I have nothing more than hero worship when it comes to him.” She lowered her hands and grinned at the relieved look on the Slayer’s face. “In fact, I’d probably be your biggest cheerleader if you two ever got together.”

Really?” Buffy smiled, happy. “Thank you.”

Chloe smiled back before tilting her head. “Just a thought of warning though, Giles won’t get with a high school girl. And you’ll make him uncomfortable if you come on too strong or it might just go over his head and he won’t realize what you’re doing and it’ll either annoy you to hell and back or make you feel insecure and lacking in feminine wiles.”

Buffy blinked at her. “Why do I have a feeling that you’re speaking from experience?”

Chloe ducked her gaze, blushing. “’Cause, well, I am.” She cleared her throat, playing with the straw of her drink. “Remember my friend Clark Kent? I’ve been kinda in love with him since the first moment I saw him, but he’s never seen me as anything other than a best friend, sister even, and I don’t want you going through that hell with Giles. I think I’m falling out of love with Clark now, so it doesn’t really bother me anymore, but it did a mean number on my self confidence back in the day.”

“I thought you might have the hots for him the first time you told me about him!” Buffy crowed triumphantly, before frowning, angry. “And he’s an idiot if he can’t see how incredible you are, Chloe! You deserve someone who does, so get him out of your mind and heart and find someone who’s worthy of that place.”

Chloe smiled at the protectiveness in the Slayer’s tone. “Clark’s a great guy who deserves the love of the person he loves. I’d never wish anything else for him. I’m happy with whatever little piece of his heart I have, even if it’s the ‘friend’ bit. Anyway, I think this time in Sunnydale has helped me…it hurts less. I’m beginning to see him as a friend, a brother.”

“Good.” Buffy nodded.

Chloe grinned. “But, getting back to topic, I think your problem is more Giles being horribly oblivious to your attraction, or if he isn’t, he’s a damn good actor.”

“I’m suspecting that.” Buffy pouted. “He’s too damned noble.” She then giggled. “It’s one of the things I like most about him.”

“At least, though, a Watcher and Slayer are together for life, through the thick and thin.” Chloe pointed out. “Kinda like a marriage.”

The Slayer suddenly brightened up. “I’m married to Rupert Giles!”

“He just doesn’t realize it as yet.” Chloe added.

“Doesn’t matter.” Buffy announced, in such a good mood that that little point couldn’t dampen it in the least bit. “I’ll soon graduate, and in college the whole age difference won’t mean anything.”

“A glass half full kinda girl. I approve.”

“Thank you very much.”

Both blondes giggled.

“Hey, look. The boys finally decided to grace us with their presence.” Buffy pointed to the Winchesters, who were walking into the Bronze, Dean sending Sam a weird, confused look, Sam ignoring him, his gaze intent and scanning the people in the club before resting on where Chloe and Buffy where.

That unfamiliar smirk curled his lips.

“Girls!” Sam arrived at the table before Dean, resting his hand on the back of Chloe’s chair, leaning over her slightly. “Sorry for taking so long.”

“Yeah,” Dean arrived slower, face still troubled. “Sammy and I were, uh, having a, uh, talk.”

Buffy raised an eyebrow at the slightly freaked out look on the older Winchester’s face. “Okay?”

“Are you okay?” Chloe asked, twisting slightly in her seat, looking up at Sam, wondering why he looked taller tonight.

“Sure, why wouldn’t I be?” He asked, leaning down against her chair, bringing their faces closer.

She narrowed her eyes at his near predatory stance over her. “You’re just---I don’t know---acting weird.”

Talk about it.” Dean snorted from where he’d sat down.

Buffy raised a questioning eyebrow at Dean.

Dean shrugged, obviously not knowing what else to say about the matter.

“I’m fine.” Sam’s gaze was firmly on Chloe’s face, making her feel somewhat uncomfortable. “Just a little hungry…and restless.”

“We can leave and go to the pizza place or something.” Chloe offered, anything to have an excuse to get up and back away slowly without making a scene.

Sam smirked…again…it was unnerving. “I like it here.” He looked up and scanned the area a bit before leaning back down towards Chloe and sniffing her hair.

“Okay, that’s it.” She twisted further in her seat and glared up at him. “What’s with all of the sniffing?”

“You took a bath.” Sam replied as if that explained it all, before rubbing his hand against the back of her neck. He ran his fingers through her hair proprietarily, and then took another tentative whiff, smirk back in place when he pulled away. “Much better.”

Chloe was, by now, sufficiently freaked, and more than a little annoyed.

“What the hell?” Buffy summarized the thoughts in Chloe’s head quite well.

“She’d taken a bath.” Sam answered once more, more than a little annoyed that he had to repeat himself.

“We heard you the first time.” Dean quipped, looking freaked himself. “She does that often, you know. We all do, actually. You included.”

Sam wasn’t paying attention. His gaze was on the entrance, where Kyle and his crew appeared.

“Oh great,” Buffy grumbled, seeing them too.

Kyle and company came over towards them, gaze intent on Sam, and Sam stared right back at them just as intensely. Kyle stopped at their table and he and Sam stared each other down, Sam’s hand going from the back of Chloe’s chair to cupping her neck, gaze never leaving Kyle’s.

She looked back and forth, nearly jumping when Sam’s thumb brushed against her furiously beating pulse.

What. The. HELL?

Kyle’s group moved onto another table that was occupied, with Kyle leaning over the boy at the table. “Y’know, I don’t understand why you’re sitting at our table.”

“Yeah.” Rhonda, his girlfriend, nodded. “Shouldn’t you be hovering over the football stadium with ‘Goodyear’ written on you?”

They all laughed.

It was a scratchy, irritating sound.

Sam had been watching this and also laughed as he turned back his attention to Chloe. He stopped when her expression proved that she didn’t think it was funny.

“Kid’s fat.” He tried to explain.

Even Dean looked utterly shocked at that, and Dean could be a real ass when he wanted to be.

“And you’re a jerk.” Chloe glared up at him, standing, arching her back to glare up at his face.

Sam smirked down at her.

She would slap him if he weren’t so damned tall.

Sensing something, Chloe turned and looked at the entrance in time to see Angel step inside. Her glare transformed into a smile and she found herself moving away from Sam and the table, making her way towards Angel, whose gaze was on her, waiting for her.

“Hey.” She clasped her hands behind her back. “Anything needs slaying?”

“Hey.” Angel responded, looking somewhat awkward. “And no, um, I noticed you were out and about. Figured you’d be out here. You, uh, feeling better?”

Chloe blinked. “You knew I was sick?”

Angel frowned, staring at her oddly. “You don’t remember?”

“Remember what?” Chloe asked, that feeling of having forgotten something important nagging at her even stronger.

Angel opened his mouth.

Chloe felt arms go around her from behind before she was pulled back into a warm body. She was so shocked by this unforeseen development that she was speechless.

Angel.” Sam’s voice was mocking as he leaned his chin against the top of her head. “How nice to finally meet the guy who practicallystalks my girl.”

“His girl?” Angel asked Chloe.

Your girl?” Chloe asked Sam, outraged, struggling to get out of his possessive hold. “Now you listen here Samuel Winchester! This is it! I don’t know what’s wrong with you but if you don’t let go of me this instance I swear I’ll turn you into Samantha!”

“Calm down sweetie,” Sam didn’t take his gaze off of Angel. “Remember that the alpha in this relationship is me.”

“Relationship?” Chloe growled before elbowing him hard in the ribs.

Not having expected that, Sam let go with a grunt of pain.

The blonde escaped his hold and stood by Angel’s side, glaring at Sam. “I’m going home.” She turned to Angel. “Walk with me?”

He nodded silently.

She ignored Sam’s growling her name and walked out of the Bronze with Angel, both silent, feeling kinda awkward, eyes on the darkness around them, knowing how dangerous nighttime in Sunnydale could be.

“I’m really sorry about that.” Chloe sighed, hugging herself, as they walk silently side by side. “He’s been acting weird ever since this morning.”

Angel shrugged, gaze ahead of him. “He’s a teenaged boy, they’re allowed to be jerks once in a while.”

Chloe chuckled at that, rubbing her arms. “I know that, but Sam’s always so mature it’s bothersome that he seems to have regressed. He’s a total jerk. I hope someone slaps him up a bit, hopefully Buffy. Maybe a hit to the head would knock some sense into him.”

“You’re cold.”

“He deserves it.” Chloe defended.

“No.” Angel stopped walking and took off his leather jacket, placing it over her shoulders. “You’re cold.”

“Oh.” Chloe blushed, slipping on the jacket, gaze dropping. “Thanks.”

Angel stood awkwardly before clearing his throat. “We shouldn’t stay too long in one place, it’s not exactly safe.”

“Right.” Chloe nodded, unable to meet his gaze, smiling to herself as they began to walk once more.

They walked in companionable silence till they reached her home, Angel even walking her to her doorstep.

“Thanks, for coming here with me, you didn’t have to.” Chloe turned to him, hesitating to enter.

“Yeah, I didn’t.” Angel agreed with a somewhat shy, crooked grin. “But I wanted to.”

Chloe bit her bottom lip but it didn’t stop her grin from growing.

“Well, I, I should go now.” Angel turned and shucked his hands into his jeans pockets, taking the few steps up to the door two at a time.

He didn’t look at all chilled despite the fact that he was only wearing a white tank top.

“Your jacket!” Chloe called after him.

He turned in mid-walk down the driveway, walking backwards, grin a smirk. “It looks better on you.” And with that he turned and continued walking until he disappeared around the corner.

Chloe watched him go, blush scarlet, heart thumping wildly in her chest. “Oh boy.” Taking in a deep breath she turned and unlocked the door before entering, closing the door, and leaning back against it.

She closed her eyes and grinned.

Oh boy…


“At least something good came out of last night!” Buffy giggled as they walked the halls the next day, having been brought up to date on what had happened with Angel the night before.

“I know.” Chloe grinned, blushing faintly. “He---ah---I don’t want to get my hopes up like I did with Clark but Angel, argh!” She then laughed, shaking her head.

Hearing kids squealing around them, both girls looked up in time to see something darting towards them on the ground. Chloe passed Buffy her books and waited before catching the squealing thing with an ease that made everyone look at her in surprise.

“What?” She asked, feeling uncomfortable under everyone’s gaze. “My best friend lived on a farm. I’m used to helping catch stray animals.”

“Lordy, Herbert!” Principal Flutie gasped, panting ferociously as he arrived before them, bending over, unable to catch his breath. “Gave Mr. Flutie quite a scare, didn’t you?” He finally managed to stand straight. “Students, I’d like you all to meet Herbert, our new mascot for the Sunnydale High Razorbacks!”

Okay, that made the getup the poor piglet was in more explainable.

The students clapped.

Chloe stroked Herbert calm again, smiling as the piglet relaxed into her hold trustingly.

“He’s so cute!” Buffy announced.

“He’s not cute.” Principal Flutie was deluded enough to apparently truly believe this. “No! He’s a fierce Razorback!”

Buffy raised an eyebrow. “He doesn’t look mean, Mr. Flutie.”

The Principal frowned. “He’s mean, he’s ready for action! See?” He motioned towards Herbert’s helmet and foam tusks. “Here are the tusks…” he gestured towards the piece of serrated green foam tied to Herbert’s back. “…the scary Razorback!”

Buffy opened her mouth to debate how the tusks and razorback just added to the piglet’s cutness.

Chloe quickly intervened. She knew someone deep in denial when she saw one. “You’re right, Mr. Flutie. He’s a fine mascot and will engender school spirit, and fear into our adversaries.”

Buffy snorted.

Principal Flutie beamed with pride. “True, true. Now, though, we need to get Herbert into his cage.”

Herbert squealed when Chloe tried to hand him to the principal.

The chubby man pointed behind himself, refusing to take the piglet. “This way.”

The girls exchanged looks before shrugging and following the principal down the halls to the faculty room, Herbert falling asleep in Chloe’s arms and beginning to snore in an entirely cute way.

“So cute.” Buffy whispered to Chloe.

“I know!” Chloe whispered back as they stopped outside of the faculty room.

Principal Flutie went inside to ready the cage.

Sam entered the hall from outside, his gaze sliding over the girls and the piglet.

Herbert squealed and reacted to Sam’s presence as he walked by. The creature seemed terrified.

Buffy and Chloe shared confused looks as Chloe struggled to keep Herbert from jumping out of her arms.

And that wasn’t where the strange behavior finished.

After putting Herbert back into his cage, Chloe and Buffy had hurried off to P.E.

Since it was raining outside like cats and dogs everyone was inside, Coach Harrold looking hellishly happy to announce that they would be playing dodgeball. Buffy had been on the team that unfortunately also included Sam and Kyle’s gang, while Chloe and Dean had been on the opposing team.

The game had started and balls had begun to fly.

While Chloe’s aim wasn’t exactly good she always found it easy to dodge the balls, but hadn’t really paid much attention to how the others were fairing, so when everyone on the other team turned to look at her (Sam, Kyle’s gang, a frowning Buffy, and Lance) she paused and finally looked around her, realizing that she was alone on her side.

Her heart plummeted in her stomach.

There was no way she’d be able to dodge all those balls.

Buffy dropped hers. “I’m done.”

Chloe sent her a thankful look.

Sam, Kyle, and Kyle’s group looked at Chloe briefly, assessing her, before turning and focusing on Lance…their own teammate.

Lance looked up at them, eyes wide, before taking a step back, tripping, and falling to the ground. He cowered as they each threw their ball at him, hard.

Buffy pushed passed them and helped Lance up, asking if he was okay. He nodded, and she sent a glare in Sam’s direction. “What the hell is wrong with you?” She snapped.

Sam ignored her, sneering, before his gaze slid back over Chloe in a way that told her that this was somehow her fault. He then turned and left with Kyle and his gang.

Dean followed after, calling Sam’s name.

Chloe, finally unfrozen, went to Lance’s side. “Are you okay?”

Lance nodded, visibly shaken. “I guess I should be used to this by now.”

“No, you shouldn’t have to be.” Buffy glared before stalking off to follow Dean.

Chloe patted his shoulder. “Sorry.”

They stayed talking for a couple of minutes before heading to the changing rooms. By then everyone had already changed, and Chloe hurriedly did the same, hurrying out to find Buffy and the others and see if they’d managed to knock some sense into Sam.

She went towards the lockers and stopped when she saw Dean and Buffy glaring at Sam, Kyle and his pack waiting a foot away, not even pretending to not be listening to the conversation.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Dean snapped. “You’ve been acting all psycho and unlike you!”

“This stops now!” Buffy agreed.

Sam looked at the others briefly before pulling his brother and the Slayer aside. “Look, you’re my brother, and you’re, well, you’reBuffy,” he sneered. “So I’ll give you the score. I hate you both. You suck. I’m going to be hanging out with other people now. I’ve outgrown you both.”

Chloe was surprised to see the hurt flash on Dean’s face before he turned and left, storming away.

Buffy glared at Sam before turning and following Dean.

Sam’s gaze then went to Chloe, and she noticed the eyes of the pack behind him on her as well. All intent, analyzing.

What?” She glared, crossing her arms over her chest. “Anything else you want to say?”

Sam just looked and her and then started laughing, those behind him laughing as well, that same loud, annoying laugh that grated on her nerves. He went back to the pack, and they left as one.

Chloe, having an idea of where the other two had went, headed towards the library, indeed hearing Giles speaking as Buffy hounded his heels and Dean leaned against the desk, glaring at the empty space in front of him.

“Sam’s taken to teasing the less fortunate?” Giles asked.

“Uh-huh.” Buffy nodded, still following him around as they spoke and he arranged the books.

“And there’s been a noticeable change in both clothing and demeanor?” Giles prompted.

“Yeah.” Dean answered.

“And, well, otherwise all his spare time is spent lounging about with imbeciles?” Giles asked.

“It’s bad, isn’t it?” Buffy asked.

“It’s devastating.” Giles turned to her. “He’s turned into a sixteen-year-old boy.” He paused, face mock serious. “Course, you’ll have to kill him.”

Dean, despite it all, snorted.

Buffy glared at Giles. “I’m being serious here!”

“So am I.” Giles replied. “Except for the part about killing him. Testosterone is a great equalizer. It turns all men into morons. He will, however, get over it.”

Buffy shook her head. “I can’t believe that you, of all people, are trying to Scully me! There is something supernatural at work here.” She grabbed some books. “Get your books! Look stuff up!”

Giles took the books from her. “Look under what?”

“I don’t know.” She instantly deflated. “That’s your department. I do the slaying, you do the thinking.”

“Or, in other words, you’re the brains and she’s the brawn. You’re Jane, she’s Tarzan.” Dean announced, getting a death glare from Buffy.

Chloe bit her bottom lip to keep from giggling at that one.

Giles ignored Dean, gaze still on Buffy. “The evidence that you’ve presented me with is sketchy at best.”

“He scared the pig.” Buffy pouted at the look Giles gave her. “Well, he didand he sniffs Chloe---constantly! That can’t be normal!”

Giles blinked, turning to the blonde in question. “He sniffs you?”

She frowned. “And he doesn’t seem to like the fact that I bathe.”

“Excuse me?” the librarian blinked, confused. “He doesn’t want you to bathe?”

“Yeah.” Chloe pouted, remembering that incident. “He started rubbing his hand all over me, then sniffed me again, and seemed to deem me worthy again. He also told me he was my Alpha.”

“Your what?” Buffy asked.

“Kinky bastard.” Dean snorted.

Giles was frowning. “That---that sounds a lot like scent marking.”

“Scent marking?” Dean frowned.

Giles nodded, taking off his glasses and cleaning them, expression thoughtful. “It’s also known as territorial marking. It’s a behavior used by animals to identify their territory. Felids such as leopards and jaguars mark by rubbing themselves against whatever they consider their territory.”

Chloe felt horrified and vaguely intrigued.

“Since when has Samuel been acting like this?” Giles asked, apparently finally beginning to believe them.

Dean frowned. “Since he and that pack of Kyle’s went into the Hyena House.”

“That laugh!” Buffy exclaimed.

Giles frowned. “You think Sam’s become a hyena?

“What if they’re being possessed by them?” Chloe asked, causing everyone to turn to look at her questioningly.

Giles’ eyes widened. “Well, I---I---I—I’ve cer-certainly never heard of---.”

“Did you hear about what happened to the pig?” Someone asked as he crossed the opened library doors with a friend.

“No, what?” The girl asked.

“They found him. Dead. Eaten.” The boy exclaimed. “Principal Flutie’s freaking out.”

Everyone turned to look at Giles.

The librarian turned and headed towards his office.

“What’re you gonna do?” Dean asked, pushing away from the wall.

Giles paused, turning to look at them. “Get my books. ‘Look stuff up’.”

“Good. Research. Something I can do!” Chloe closed the door to the library behind her and hurried after him, Buffy and Dean groaning as they did the same.

Sometime later found them at the table, pouring over countless volumes of books.

“Wow!” Buffy exclaimed. “Apparently Noah rejected the hyenas from the Ark because he thought they were an evil impure mixture of dogs and cats.”

“Well, if Noah didn’t let them in the Ark, how come they’re still around?” Dean countered, not looking up from his book, testy and rubbing his temples as if he was getting a headache.

“Maybe they’re good swimmers.” Buffy countered, snapping her book shut.

“Maybe that legend’s just a piece of crap.” Dean replied.

Chloe rolled her eyes at them. “Well, whether that legend is true or not, it’s a well documented fact that hyenas aren’t well liked.”

“Here here.” Giles agreed, coming over from the cage where he kept a lot of the things he wanted to protect. “Listen to this. The Masai of the Serengeti have spoke of animal possession for, for generations.” He frowned. “I should have remembered that.”

“So, how does it work?” Buffy asked.

Chloe frowned, wondering why the Masai sounded so familiar.

“Well, apparently there’s a, a sect of animal worshippers known as Primals.” Giles began. “They believe that humanity, uh, consciousness, uh, the soul, is a perversion, a dilution of the soul. Uh, to them the animal state is holy. They are able, through trans-possession, to draw the spirit of certain animals into themselves.”

“And then they started acting like jackasses,” Dean grumbled. “Or, I mean, like hyenas.”

“Only the most predator of animals are of interest to the Primals, so yes, that would fit, yes.”

“So what happens to the person once the spirit’s in them?” Buffy asked the question that was on their mind.

Giles hesitated a second. “If it goes unchecked…” He handed Buffy a book opened to a certain page.

She took one look, slammed the book shut, and quickly got up to go. “I gotta find Sam.” And she was gone.

Dean picked up the book and opened it to the bookmark. His face went ashen before he narrowed his eyes in determination and followed after her.

After this reaction in both of them, Chloe was reluctant to reach for the book, but she knew she wouldn’t rest until she knew what they knew. So with a sigh she reached for the book, gasping in horror as she saw the drawing of people with limbs bitten off, heads missing, and other massive injuries.

“They’ll find him before something happens.” She whispered, trying to convince herself of this.

Giles silently lowered his gaze to his book.

They researched in silence until a pale, stricken looking teacher appeared inside, asking Giles to accompany her to a teacher’s meeting.

Chloe wondered what had happened, before shaking her head and reemerging herself into the books, not noticing that minutes later the doors swung open silently, and someone slipped into the library with her.

“Do you know how long I’ve been waiting in the other room for that old Brit to get lost?” A voice asked in her ear.

Chloe jerked up, standing, turning. Unfortunately she realized he was closer to her than she’d thought, and she leaned backwards away from him, ending up sprawled backwards on the table with a grunt of pain.

Sam smirked as he positioned himself between her thighs, palms down on the desk on either side of her waist, leaning down on her. “Couldn’t have planned it better myself.”

“Get off of me.” Chloe growled.

“Is that what you really want?” Sam asked, leaning down further against her as Chloe struggled a bit. “We both know what you really want. You want danger. You like your men dangerous.”

“What crap are you talking about?” She looked up at him, surprised into stopping her struggles. “You know nothing about my taste in men.”

He scoffed at that. “I know what I see. You like ‘em dangerous and mean, right? Like Angel. Your Mystery Guy. The only guy who can step into the Bronze and make you see no one else.”

“That’s ridiculous!” Chloe blushed.

She hadn’t acted like that—right?

“Just admit it to yourself already.” Sam sneered down at her. “You like a dangerous side to your men. Well, baby, guess who just got dangerous?”

“You got mean, there’s a difference!” Chloe struggled once more, but he was just too strong.

“I like it when you’re scared.” He whispered hoarsely, bringing his mouth to her neck and inhaling with an agonized groan. “The more I scare you, the better you smell.”

And that fear grew as Chloe felt something hard pressing up against her abdomen.

“Sam stop it! This isn’t you!” She felt tears beginning to prick her eyes as she struggled harder, in vain. “You’re possessed with some hyena spirit! This isn’t you! You wouldn’t do this! Stop this!”

Sam kissed her neck roughly, nipping the skin with his blunt teeth.

“STOP IT!” Chloe screamed.

And then there was a flash of movement, a thud, and Sam collapsed on her, deadweight.

Behind him, Dean stood, one of Giles’ impossibly thick volumes in his hand. “Chloe?” He dropped the book and dragged Sam’s body off of her, allowing him to crumble to the ground. His eyes were wide and scared. “Are you okay? Did he?”

Chloe refused to look at Dean, horrified, wiping at the few tears that just wouldn’t stop falling. “L-lock him up in the cage before he wakes up.” She whispered, voice hoarse, wincing when she realized that the top button of her shirt had popped off sometime during the struggle.

Dean nodded silently, dragging Sam’s body to the cage and locking him in it before turning to her. “Did he?”

“No.” Chloe shook her head, standing. “You came on time.”

“Sammy would never do that.” Dean whispered, unable to look at her in her face.

“I know.” Chloe hugged herself, feeling cold. “I know that. Sammy’s a puppy dog.”

Dean nodded in agreement.

“If---if he doesn’t remember this when we get him back, you won’t tell him.” Chloe ordered, eyes on Sam’s unconscious body.

“What?” Dean exclaimed, shocked.

“It would destroy Sam if he knew what that thing in his body nearly did to me!” Chloe finally looked at Dean, eyes hard. “It wasn’t Sam! He shouldn’t have to bear with the guilt! If he doesn’t remember this, it stays between you and me. No one else can know. Swear it to me!”

Dean opened his mouth to argue, but then his gaze went to his brother and he sighed, nodding. “I swear.”

“Thank you.” Chloe whispered.

Giles entered the library, in a daze. “The rest of the pack were spotted outside Herbert the mascot’s cage. They were sent to the principal’s office.”

“What did Principal Flutie do to them?” Dean wanted to know.

Giles exhaled but remained silent, obviously searching for what to say.

Chloe went cold all over, remembering all too well Sam’s attack on her. “They didn’t hurt him, did they?”

“They, uh…” Giles cleared his throat. “Ate him.”

Chloe collapsed into the closest seat.

Dean’s eyes widened. “They ate Principal Flutie?”

“The official theory is that wild dogs got into his office somehow.” Giles shook his head in disgust at the idea itself. “There was no one at the scene.”

“You think Sammy--?” Dean asked, horrified.

Chloe shook her head, still hugging herself. “He said he’d been waiting for a long time for Giles to leave.”

Giles’ eyes narrowed. “You’ve seen Sam?”

Chloe pointed to the cage, where Sam was laid on the floor, unconscious.

Giles blinked. “Oh! Uh, well, that’s a small mercy.”

“Giles, how do we stop this?” Dean asked, looking a little desperate, sending an uncomfortable look in Chloe’s direction. “How do you trans-possess someone?”

“I-I’m afraid I still don’t have all the pieces.” Giles admitted. “Um, the accounts of the Primals and their methods are a bit thin on the ground. There is some talk of a predatory act, but the exact ritual is, um…” he thought for a second, picking up a book. “The Malleus Maleficarum deals in particulars of demonic possession, which…may apply…” he looked through a few pages. “Yes, one, one should be able to transfer the spirits into another human.”

“How do we choose that sorry son of a bitch?” Dean wanted to know.

Giles frowned. “You have a point there. What we really needs is to put the hyena back into the hyena.”

“Wasn’t life so much easier when the only problems you had to figure out where like what the square root of 35 was?” Chloe snarked, leafing through a book but not really seeing what was on the pages.

Dean frowned. “What is the square root of 35?”

Chloe blinked, looking at him, surprised. “I have no idea. I don’t even know if 35 has a square root.”

Giles sighed, rolling his eyes at the teenagers. “What we need is someone who knows something about this sort of thing.”

Chloe frowned, looking up. “I bet you anything that the zookeeper could tell us, that he didn’t quarantine those hyenas because they were sick.”

Giles nodded. “We should talk to him.”

“I’ll stay here and tell Buffy when she comes back.” Chloe sighed. “I don’t feel much like moving.”

Dean sent her a worried glance. “Are you okay?”

She nodded, reaching up for the key. “Buffy will be back any minute now, it won’t be like I’m alone.”

Giles looked between them, obviously curious as to the odd undertones of this conversation.

Dean sighed before passing her the key. “Be careful.”

Chloe nodded. “Now get out of here, the both of you.”

Both men nodded before rushing out.

Sending a look in the cage’s direction, Chloe sat down, and when Buffy hurried inside circa twenty minutes later, she filled the Slayer in on what’d happened---except for Sam’s attack on her.

Both blondes sat on the stairs.

“They ate him.” Buffy couldn’t get over that fact. “The actually ate him.”

“And you thought life couldn’t get grosser on the Hellmouth.” Chloe nodded, both looking unseeingly in front of them.

“And to think our parents brought us here so we’d have safe, normal lives.” Buffy murmured.

“If only they knew.” Chloe snorted.

The girls leaned against each other, seeking silent comfort.

Sam groaned painfully from the cage, beginning to wake up.


That wasn’t Sam’s voice.

Chloe’s gaze followed the sound, eyes widening in fear as she looked at the small arched windows high up on the wall. Kyle was looking through one, Heidi through the other.

Buuuuuuuffffffyyyy.” Kyle called again.

Buffy stood up, ready to fight.

“No, this is an ambush.” Chloe stood up as well, tugging Buffy back. “Remember that they wait for you to be alone and then they descend on you as a pack. And together they’re too strong for you.”

Buffy shot Chloe a worried glance as she realized that she was right.

Kyle and Heidi kicked in the windows, and Buffy’s hand curled around Chloe’s before bolting out of the room, using her superior speed to get them further away as the pack slid into the library through the broken windows, heading towards the cage where Sam was finally conscious once more.

Buffy and Chloe searched the classrooms, Buffy forcing one of the locked doors open and threw Chloe in before hurrying in herself. The Slayer hurriedly blocked the door with a chair against the handle, and then picked up the desk, moving it against the door as well. She then pressed against the table, Chloe joining her, both silent as they heard hurried footsteps in the hallway.

There were sniffing, and animalistic sounds, before suddenly the pack were trying to open the door, throwing themselves against it when the handle turned loosely in their hands. Buffy and Chloe grunted in pain as the forces of the blows jerked the table into their backs, but the girls continued to push back, and after a howl of frustration the pounding stopped.

They could hear the pack walking away.

“I think they’re going.” Buffy whispered, body still tense.

“They could be faking it.” Chloe wasn’t going to go out on a limb.

“No, they’re hungry. They’ll be looking for somebody weak.” The Slayer frowned. “They must have tracked Sam down and come to save him before going on a hunt. I think whatever spirit possessed him is their leader.”

“I think so too.” Chloe nodded.

Suddenly the pounding returned to the door.

“Girls! Are you in there?” Giles’ voice whispered through the wood.

Both females relaxed instantaneously, pulling the desk and chair from the door, opening it to reveal Giles and Dean, who entered the room quickly.

“Are you two okay? We arrived and saw them trying to get into this room, but then they left.” Giles looked over both girls worriedly, only moving on when he was sure they were fine. “Thankfully we were down wind from them so they didn’t scent us.”

“Did the zookeeper know of a way to stop this?” Buffy asked.

Giles nodded. “We must lead the pack back to the zoo if we’re going to stop this.”

“And before their next meal.” Buffy agreed, sighing. “Guess that’s my job.”

Giles frowned, obviously worried. “Individually they’re almost as strong as you. As a group they’re…”

“They’re tough,” Buffy agreed. “But I think they’re getting stupider. You guys go to the zoo and I will bring them to you.”

“I’m coming with you.” Dean announced.

Buffy opened her mouth to argue with him, but then she saw the stark determination in his eyes and sighed. “Okay, let’s do this.” They both took in a deep breath and ran out in the direction the pack had disappeared in, searching for them.

Waiting until they couldn’t hear Buffy and Dean’s footsteps, Giles and Chloe nodded at each other before leaving and running in the opposite direction.

Not used to so much running, Chloe’s side was cramped up and she could barely breathe by the time they arrived at the Hyena House. She nearly collapsed, out of breath, by the yellow barricade tape.

“The zookeeper must be inside.” Giles announced. “I-I’ll go in and prepare things. You---you stay here, catch your breath and warn us when you hear Buffy and the others approaching.”

Chloe barely had the energy to give him a thumbs up.

Giles took off running down the path to where the hyenas were kept.

Bent over, breathing in and out frantically, Chloe decided that if she lived through this she’d ask Giles to let her join in on the physical training sessions he was giving Buffy. The man was in way better shape than she was!

Hearing the sounds of rapid footsteps heading towards her in the darkness, Chloe groaned and hurried down the path towards the hyena cage. “They’re almost here! Giles! Giles!” She frowned, not seeing Giles, but seeing the zookeeper, dressed in ceremonial robes and with his face painted. “Where are the hyenas for the trans-possession?”

“They’re right here in the feeding area.” He motioned to the fenced in area behind him.

Chloe frowned, looking around her, eyes narrowed. “Where’s Giles?”

“He’s…laying in wait.”

It was the hesitation that did it for Chloe.

Her eyes narrowed. “Where. Is. Giles?”

The zookeeper moved forwards. “I already told you. He’s laying in wait.” He stood above a symbol painted red on the ground, hand outstretched towards her, beckoning her to his side. “I am on your side.”

Chloe’s eyes darted to the symbol and then up at him before scoffing. “Right.” She took a cautious step backwards, sneer on her face. “And Giles is laying in wait.”

His face changed at that moment, anger and ferocity.

Primal.” She hissed, recognizing him for what he was.

“They’re right behind us!” Buffy screamed, heading towards where they were.

Chloe turned towards the entrance. “IT’S A TRAP!” She screamed as the zookeeper lurched for her, trapping her in his hold against his body, producing a large knife from his robe and pressing it against her neck, the blade biting into her skin.

She went deathly still.

Buffy and Dean hurried into the room and stopped once they saw Chloe and the zookeeper. The pack charged in after them, grabbing them from behind, everyone falling to the floor above the symbol.

“YU BA YA SA NA!” The zookeeper, the Primal, screamed out the words.

The pack looked up at him, and their eyes all flashed green.

Chloe felt the magic that rushed from them and entered the zookeeper, it was cold and dark and ugly.

The zookeeper growled, the hyena spirits now within him as he dropped the knife and grabbed Chloe’s head, moving in to bite her.

“Chlo!” Sam cried out, getting free of the tangle of limbs on the ground and charging the zookeeper, knocking him down and away from Chloe.

The pack, now purely human, got off of Buffy, confused, looking around them, obviously having no idea what had happened or what they were doing there. They noticed Sam fighting with the hissing, vicious zookeeper and began to crawl away on their butts, terrified.

Buffy rushed to the zookeeper and pulled him off of Sam, punching the older man, kicking him back when he charged at her with an animalistic growl.

Sam hurried to Chloe. “Are you okay?” He looked at the slight bruises he himself had left on her earlier, eyes flashing angrily. “That son of a bitch! He hurt you! I’m going to kill him!”

He didn’t remember.

Chloe smiled up at Sam and surprised him by throwing herself at him, hugging the tall male tightly, crying, hiding her face in his shirt, sorelieved.

It was so good to have her Sam back again!

Sam, obviously thinking that the knife to her neck was what had her crying now, drew her close and whispered that everything was fine, that she was safe again.

And she didn’t feel scared in his arms, because unlike the unforgiving hold he’d had on her in the library, he was soft and protective now.

He was her Sam now.

Thank God!

The zookeeper charged Buffy again and she tossed him over onto his back. Undeterred he got up and tried again. The Slayer got under him and threw him up and into the hyena pit. He hissed and her and tried to climb out, but screamed as the hyenas inside began to cackle and all bit at him, dragging him back down as they began to feast on him.

Kyle and the others got up and scrambled away, terrified.

There was a pounding sound, and then Giles stumbled out of the backroom, looking around him a little disoriented. “Uh, did I miss anything?”

Buffy just smiled at him.


After school the next day, everyone congregated at the library, happy that everything was back to normal, or, uh, as normal as it could get while one lived on a Hellmouth.

“I heard the vice-principal’s taking over till they can find a replacement.” Dean announced, changing the subject.

“It shouldn’t be too hard to find a new principal.” Giles decided, before frowning. “Unless they ask what happened to the last one, of course.”

“Okay, but I had nothing to do with that, right?” Sam asked, a tinge of panic in his voice even though he’d already asked this before…countless times.

“We already told you, bro.” Dean leaned over and patted Sam on his back. “You didn’t eat Principal Flutie, I’d already knocked your ass out and caged you. You only ate the pig.”

Sam still made a face. “That poor pig. I feel so bad.”

Dean and Chloe exchanged meaningful looks.

If Sam felt this bad over what’d happened to Herbert, they knew how he’d react if they had told him about his attack on Chloe.

“Thank God I didn’t do anything stupider than eating a pig, and hurt you all.” Sam whispered, looking at them all seriously. “I would never have been able to forgive myself if I had done something and got you hurt.”

Chloe nodded. “I know.”

He smiled at her.

Chloe and Dean’s last look promised eternal silence on the matter, and the blonde smiled, doing her best to repress the incident and never think about it again.

“Why don’t we celebrate?” Buffy suddenly chirped. “We can go to the Bronze!” She narrowed her eyes at Giles as he opened his mouth. “All of us.”

The Watcher pursed his lips somewhat petulantly before sighing and shaking his head. “Oh alright. But I’m not buying your food and drinks! We go dutch!

Buffy grinned immediately, knowing without a doubt that she’d somehow manage to get Giles to pay for her food and beverages. “Yeah! Let’s go!”

Chloe laughed and shook her head as she got up and began to follow the others out before pausing and turning to look at the table.

For a split second the fear she’d felt as Sam pinned her to it sprang up within her, and she felt her heart race in remembrance.

“Are you okay?” Sam’s voice asked, concerned.

She turned and noticed that he’d stayed behind, concern in his eyes. And like that the memory was conquered, and she smiled. “Yes, I think I am.”

Looping her arm around his, Chloe smiled up at him and led him out of the library, destination, the Bronze.


9th-Sep-2009 03:08 am (UTC)
OMG!!! This just keeps getting better and better.

Love the Chloe and Angel. It was too cute.
And the Sam turning into the hyena, damn!!! That was so awesome.
9th-Sep-2009 03:27 am (UTC)
Yay! Glad you're enjoying this! For me Sam was the only one who could turn into the hyena since he's the least predator of the whole group, a very big puppydog, so his drastic change in itself would alert everyone immediately that something was wrong.
9th-Sep-2009 04:30 am (UTC)
So amazing! I loved Sam as the hyena and I really liked that Chloe didn't want him to find out what he had done. Because what she said was true, Sam wouldn't have been able to forgive himself. Loved the Chloe/Angel interaction. And oh, the sniffing and marking his territory, so funny. Loved the chapter, can't wait for more!
9th-Sep-2009 04:46 am (UTC)
I'm so glad you enjoyed this! I had a blast writing Sam so out of character and trying to imagine him acting this way and freaking everyone out! lol
9th-Sep-2009 07:39 am (UTC)
Great chapter. Is it wrong that I found Hyena!Sam incredibly sexy, aside from the whole trying to rape Chloe thing *grins* I would so let that man sniff my hair. The Angel/Chloe scene was awesome and you know she is wearing that jacket to bed from now on *grins* I totally would. Can't wait for the next installment!
9th-Sep-2009 12:22 pm (UTC)
I understand you---I found hyena!sam incredibly hot too! lol
11th-Sep-2009 09:41 pm (UTC)
Ohh this one was very exciting because I didn't know the original Episode. That's why I don't know whats from you and whats original. But still I liked it very much but I really start to miss Pete/Clark maybe you wrote something in the next two *hopes so and goes reading the rest*
11th-Sep-2009 09:46 pm (UTC)
Clark/Pete should come back soonish...don't worry about it!
2nd-Jan-2010 06:07 am (UTC)
Poor Sam, hope he never finds out. Love all the writing, you did really well in the replacing Xander there. I still find it funny that Dean & Cordy are an item--kinda. XD
2nd-Jan-2010 07:28 am (UTC)
Oh, I fell in love with Dordy/Cean lol
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