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SuperSlayerVille: Season One 11a/12 
16th-Sep-2009 09:46 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.

In the park, Chloe stood with the video camera filming. It’d been an idea of Giles’. Since he couldn’t always be with Buffy while she was patrolling, this way he could see how she was doing and see if he needed to help her in a certain part of the training.

Her lens zoomed in on the car parked in the darkness, recognizing it as Kevin’s. Kevin was Cordelia’s newest boyfriend, and the longest one she’d had so far. Dean had always been jealous and resentful of Cordelia’s many paramours, but he was especially insecure when it came to Kevin.

Probably because unlike with her other boyfriends, when Cordelia smiled at Kevin it was tender, and her eyes twinkled happily.

Chloe shook her head, thinking of the two teens in that car, probably making out, neither realizing what exactly was happening a couple of a little ways from them right now.

Buffy came falling into the field of view in almost slow motion and hit the ground hard on her back, exhaling. She propped herself up as a vampire approached her and growled.

Rolling in a reverse somersault, Buffy came up standing, ready to fight. She pulled out a stake from under her jacket behind her back and held it pointing out from her hips so the vampire could see.

A bit of his earlier self-confidence failed at the sight of both it and Buffy’s evil smile.

Buffy enjoyed her job way too much.

Infuriated by her lack of fear, the vampire launched himself at her.

The Slayer hit him with an out-to-in crescent kick, and then followed up with a high front snap kick, stunning him. She immediately plunged the stake home and he fell over backward, bursting into ashes when he hit the ground.

“Great job!” Chloe grinned, looking into the camera still.

Buffy turned to the camera and grinned, saluting. “Three in one night. Wow. Giles would be so proud.”

“Are we calling it a night or are we going out searching for more vampires?” Chloe stopped the recording and smiled up at Buffy, shaking her head at how normal it was for her to ask about hunting vampires.

Her life was so weird!

And yet she wouldn’t want it any other way.

Buffy considered the option before grinning. “Onwards with the hunt!”

Joining in the Slayer’s laughter, Chloe and Buffy looped arms around each others and continued on with the patrol, wondering how the boys were fairing with their father tonight.


The three sat tensely at their table, eating the microwave pizza that didn’t seem to have defrosted well and was kinda soggy. The brothers forced themselves to eat the disgusting thing while their father seemed to think it was manna of the gods, while observing them  suspiciously as he chewed.

“I haven’t been getting any calls from your teachers.” John Winchester announced, gaze on Dean before turning to Sam. “And you are never home anymore.”

Both brothers winced as they used chewing as an excuse not to answer.

John’s eyes narrowed further. “What are the two of you up to? Don’t think that just because I’m on the road all the time due to my job that you can do whatever the hell you want.”

“Yes sir.” The brothers murmured.

“I don’t want to get a call and find out that you’re on drugs or in a gang or something.” He threatened.

“No sir.” The brothers sighed.

“You damned kids think you don’t have anyone to answer to but yourselves.” He was grumbling to himself. “No sense of responsibility.”

Dean ducked his head, a muscle jumping in his cheek, jaw clenched.

Sam chewed dutifully, hand clenched, trembling angrily where it was resting on his knee.

“When I was your age I had a job! I was doing something for the community.” John continued on in between miserable bites of his pizza.  “Not just lazing around and having the time of my life as you two do.”

Dean closed his eyes, clamping his mouth shut, that muscle jumping erratically in his cheek at the effort to remain silent.

“You kids are so fucking ignorant.” John continued on his tirade. “You think you own the world, that you’re on the top of the food chain and nothing can bring you down. I’ll, all let you two know from now that there are horrors in this world that will leave you trembling in your big boy boots!”

Sam finally couldn’t take it anymore, snorting in disgust as he shook his head. “Were you always such a miserable, resentful old man, dad?”

In a flash like lightening John Winchester had stood and his hand swiped out, fist swinging into Sam’s cheek, knocking the boy backwards.

Dean was up in seconds, eyes darkened, pushing his father away violently. “Don’t you touch him! Don’t you fucking touch him or I swear---!”

John sneered at them, shaking his head in disgust, before turning his back and storming to his room.

Dean waited until his father slammed the door shut before turning to Sam, who’d picked himself up. “You know not to antagonize him, Sammy. Why do you always do it anyway?”

“Sorry, Dean.” Sam whispered, hand to his throbbing jaw.

Dean sighed. “Come on then, you little girl, lets put some ice on that before you can’t talk tomorrow.”

“Thanks.” Sam sighed as they headed towards the kitchen.

“Bitch.” Dean whispered.

“Jerk.” Sam rejoined.

The brothers shared a smile.


In the library at school, Giles sat at the table researching the Codex Angel had brought him. While the Watcher in him still felt a little wary around the vampire, the man in him saw the way Angel was with Chloe. The fact that both times he’d been so terrified at the thought of her getting killed, his humanity had shown up, and Giles didn’t doubt that the soul was there, or that Angel would protect Chloe against anything.

And he was grateful for that, for not only did Chloe have a powerful protector, but they had an ally. A powerful ally who could get them things like the Permamum Codex---which everyone had thought to have been lost since the 15th century.

Getting up he went to his office to make some tea. It was quick and easy, and he soon found himself sitting at his desk with his cup of tea and reading from the Codex.

Ho korias phanaytie toutay…tay nuktee. ‘The Master shall rise…’ Yes, yes, this is it! ‘The Master shall rise, and the Slayer…’” He looked up in disbelief and horror, hoping to god that he’d just mistranslated that. “My God.”

Considering what he just read, Giles reached blindly for his tea. The cup began to jiggle, and he looked at it curiously. A few seconds later the whole building began to shake, and Giles stood rapidly as he realized he was experiencing his first earthquake.

Everything around him shook violently, and his teacup vibrated off of the desk, smashing to pieces on the floor.

Hurrying out of his office, Giles watched as several bookshelves fell over as the walls and the floor cracked, sustaining severe damage. And then, just as quickly and unexpected as it’d begun, it stopped, leaving Giles in the middle of a nearly destroyed library.

And yet Giles wasn’t worried about the books or the walls or even the floor.

He knew what strong earthquakes like this tended to herald, and as he thought back to what he’d just read his heart filled with dread. The Watcher stumbled back into his office, sitting down on his chair, thankful for the electricity still being on.

Grabbing the Codex with trembling hands, he took in a deep breath before rereading.

He stayed there all night studying, and only when the next morning as he headed out of his office towards the cage that had a volume referenced in the Codex, and Buffy sauntered, did Giles realize what time it was.

“Morning!” Buffy announced in her bright, sunny, and eternally cheerful way before stopping and looking at all the damage.

Giles winced as he turned and looked at her.

“Wow.” Buffy blinked, gaze on the library around them. “The damage looks fairly structural. Are we safe in here?”

Giles just looked at her.

Buffy, noticing the lack of response, trained her eyes on him and then suddenly blushed. “What? Do I have something on my face?” She patted her face self-consciously.

“No!” Giles shook his head, tearing his gaze away, telling himself not to worry her needlessly. He—he would find a way around this---she would never have to know. “Uh, and, and, yes, we’re, we’re safe.” He indicated the stacks, refusing to look at her least he give himself away any further. “Uh, but probably best not to go up there.”

“How’re you doing, Giles?” Buffy asked, concerned. “Did you get any sleep last night?”

“Um…I’ve been working.” He still couldn’t look her in the face.

“Me too.” Buffy came closer. “Chloe and I went out hunting last night, and it’s getting hairy out there. I killed five vampires last night, and that’s like a personal record for just one night. It’s never happened before. And the last three were practically on school grounds.”

“Their numbers are increasing.” Giles whispered in horror…the signs all beginning to point in the direction he didn’t even want to consider.

“And they’re getting cockier.” Buffy agreed. “Look, I’m not loving it. Last night was a pretty close call.”

This is not good. He turned his back on her. “I’m relieved you are both okay. I—uh—I-I need to verify, um…I just can’t really talk right now.”

A soft hand touched his arm. “Giles? Are you okay?”

He hung his head. “Yes, I—just a little tired.”

“Okay.” The Slayer sighed, letting go. “Good. I guess I can’t put it off any longer… I have to meet my terrible fate.”

At those words Giles turned around, eyes wide in horror. “What?!”

“Biology.” Buffy mourned before grinning at him and sauntering out of the library as the bell rung.

Giles watched her go.


“I can’t believe he hit you!” Chloe glared, grabbing the front of Sam’s shirt and pulling him downwards towards her so she could reach the purple bruise on his swollen jaw.

Sam looked away from her, not as embarrassed as he should be with her mothering him so openly when they should be getting to their next class. “I should have kept my mouth shut. I know what his temper’s like.”

“I hope he nearly had a heart attack during that earthquake last night.” Buffy growled out, arms folded angrily over her chest, just as protective of her friends as Chloe, though not as showy and motherly as the other blonde.

“That was an intense one, huh?” Dean asked, hands in his jacket pockets. “What do you think? 5.1?”

“A little higher.” Sam guessed. “But around there.”

“Where were you guys during this?” Dean asked the girls.

“Hunting.” Buffy grinned before Chloe finally let go of Sam, deeming him okay, and they continued going to their next class.

“Did you dust any?” Dean asked, shoving his hands into his jacket pockets.

“Five.” Buffy announced proudly.

“Wow, that’s more than usual.” Sam frowned. “Should we be worried?”

“That’s what I’m trying to figure out.” Buffy frowned, sending a look to a now pale Chloe. “Last night, right before the earthquake hit, Chloe started feeling sick, and then after it, she just fell to her knees and puked her guts out.”

Thank you Buffy, for giving everyone that stunning visual of my finer moments.” Chloe complained.

“What I’m saying, Chloe, is that you’re connected to the Hellmouth.” The Slayer reached over and placed her hand on her shoulder. “And you’ve been having nightmares every single night for this last week, nightmares you can’t remember.” She turned to Sam and Dean. “I slept over her house the other night and had to wake her up because she was screaming her lungs out while she slept. Mr. S rushed in and helped me. He said this has been happening for the last 14 days but it intensified this week.”

“Two weeks.” Sam glared at Chloe. “Why haven’t you told us anything?”

“They’re nightmares.” Chloe pressed. “Living here is bound to give me them. And anyway, I already told Jenny.”

“What did she have to say about them?” Buffy asked, making a face, still frustrated whenever it came to the computer science teacher.

Chloe bit her bottom lip. “She wants me to undergo hypnosis to see if I can remember what I’m dreaming.”

“Why haven’t you done it?” Dean pressed.

“Look, that’s not important right now.” Chloe shook her head. She turned to Buffy. “Did you see Giles? Is he okay?”

Buffy nodded, frowning, worried. “I—I went to see him this morning, and he was totally hiding something from me, and whatever it is, its wigging him out.” She turned to Chloe. “Why don’t you talk to him? You’re everyone’s confidant. And you’re the one who usually helps him anyway. Maybe he’ll talk to you.”

Chloe nodded. “I’ll see what I can do.”

“Thanks.” Buffy smiled as they reached their next class and entered.


In the library, Giles sat by his desk, on the phone, listening to it ring impatiently. He’d dialed Angel’s number a couple of times already and it’d only rung out, but he didn’t give up, ringing over and over again, guessing that the vampire was sleeping. After the gas incident in the boiler room Angel had given Chloe and him his number to call him in case they needed help, and Giles was never more thankful for a way to get into contact with him than now.

In mid-ring the phone was answered. “Whoever this is, I’m a little busy right now.” Angel’s voice was tense.

Giles cleared his throat. “Hello, uh, this is Rupert Giles.” He failed to notice Jenny Calendar walking up to his office door, leaning in the doorway. “I’m sorry to bother you, but it’s urgent. Life or death. I—I need to see you as soon as you can come over.”

“Is everything okay?” Angel’s voice was now worried. “Is Chloe--?”

“No, Chloe’s fine, but, but it’s urgent that you come over as soon as you can.”

“Okay then, as soon as I deal with this problem I’ll be over there.” Angel agreed. “Are you sure she’s okay?”

“Yes, yes I’m sure. Just please come.”

“Okay. I’ll be there.” Angel hung up.

Giles hung up and sighed, taking off his glasses and pressing his hands to his face.

“You know, that outfit looks just like the one you wore yesterday. Only wrinklier.” Jenny Calendar’s voice caused him to jump out of the seat and twirl on his heel to finally see her frowning at him. “Were you here all night?”

Giles cleared his throat and put back on his glasses shakily. “M-Miss Calendar, I don’t have time to socialize---.”

“Me neither, this is a business call.” The pretty woman declared. “I don’t know if she’s told you this, but Chloe’s been having some intense nightmares for the last two weeks, even waking up with bruises and cuts she didn’t go to sleep with.”

Giles frowned, shocked. “She—she never told me.”

“Not only that.” Ms. Calendar frowned darker. “But she’s been very unstable in our lessons. She gets nauseas. I have her and Sam studying in separate corners so I don’t think he’s noticed, but she’s vomiting a lot lately, and I don’t think it’s that she has a bun in the oven. I think the mystical energy of the Hellmouth is in an upheaval and she’s so connected with it that it’s making her sick.”

Giles ran his hand over his hair.

Of all the signs, this could very well be the cementing one.

“Something’s going on, Rupert.” Ms. Calendar continued on. “And I’m guess you already know what it is.”

The Watcher sent her a suspicious glare. “What do you know?”

“Well, I have been surfing the ‘Net, looking for unexplained incidents. You know, people are always sending stuff my way. They know the occult’s my turf.” She put down the folders she’d brought with her on his desk and picked out a couple at random. “Now, here is the latest. A cat last week gave birth to a litter of snakes.” She passed him the folder. “A family was swimming in Whisper Lake when the lake suddenly began to boil.” She passed that one over as well. “And at Mercy Hospital last night, a boy was born with his eyes facing inward.”

Giles looked over the files in the folders, his heart sinking with each and every one.

“I’m not stupid, Rupert.” Ms. Calendar sat down on his desk. “This is apocalypse stuff. Throw in last night’s earthquake and I’d say we’ve got a problem.” She folded her arms over her chest. “I would say that the end is pretty seriously nigh.”

“I don’t know if I can trust you.” Giles admitted, a little disturbed that Chloe had told this woman about her dreams, and that Ms. Calendar had noticed Chloe’s sickness when none of them, her closest friends, had.

Chloe was always helping them, always looking after them. What if she’d needed them and they had been too busy to even notice?

“I have Chloe and Sam’s trust.” Jenny announced with a sigh. “That’s got to count for something.” She stood up. “Look, I’m scared, okay? Plus, I’ve got this crazy monk emailing me from Cortona about some Anointed One?”

Giles frowned, eyes narrowing. “The Anointed One? He’s dead!”

Her eyes widened. “Someone’s dead?”

‘And the Slayer will know him not, and he will lead her to hell’…

Giles’ eyes widened. What if they hadn’t killed the Anointed One? What if Andrew Borca had been a decoy to keep them away from the real Anointed? “Who is this monk?”

Jenny shrugged. “A brother Luca something? Keeps sending out global mailings about a prophecy.”

“I need you to talk to him, find out everything he knows.” Giles ordered.

She narrowed her eyes at him. “Look, Rupert, you haven’t told me jack, so what’s with the order?”

“Just do it!” He took in a deep breath, trying to calm himself. “I—I’ll explain later.”

She must have realized how much this was affecting him because she just pouted and nodded. “You better.” And with that she stormed out of his office.

Giles covered his face with his hands and collapsed onto his seat.


Chloe hugged herself as she walked down the halls towards Home Ec, one of the only classes she didn’t have with any of her friends. It was always kinda lonely because of that, but she liked the class so she put up with it.

She noticed Cordelia laughing happily ahead of her with Kevin.

“I’ll get everything tonight after practice. The guys will help me.” Kevin promised, squeezing Cordelia’s hand, smiling besotted at her.

“Well, it’s all in the A-V room.” Cordelia grinned. “The sound system, and the decorations…Oh! And Aura needs help moving the coolers.”

Kevin grinned and tapped his finger lightly against her nose. “Don’t sweat it.”

“Well, bring everything to the Bronze, and I’ll meet you there in the morning!”

“Done.” Kevin nodded.

Cordelia giggled, smiling happily at him, and maybe a bit besotted herself. “You’re so sweet! Why’re you so sweet?”

“I dunno.” Kevin grinned, rubbing his nose against hers. “’Cause I’m usually mean as a snake.”

Cordelia smiled, rubbing back, before spotting Chloe, smiling brightly. “Chloe!” She turned to Kevin. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Okay.” He smiled and they squeezed hands before letting go and he left.

Cordelia smiled, watching him go, before turning to Chloe and coming towards her. “Hey, how have you been doing?” She got into step with Chloe, also heading towards Home Ec.

“Fine thanks, and you?” Chloe asked.

Cordelia’s and her relationship was an odd one. At first they’d clashed, then after Chloe had saved her from becoming vampire meat Cordelia had become extremely civil with her, even sometimes nice, and after the whole Marcie thing whenever Chloe was without Buffy Cordelia would come over and spend time with her, grinning and acting like…like a friend.

“Busy!” Cordelia exclaimed. “You know how I’m organizing the Spring Fling? Well, the Bronze won’t let us use their sound system, and I need someone who knows how to hook one up.”

“I could help.” Chloe offered. “I’m not a pro or anything, but I know my way around that stuff after hanging around with Sam so much.”
Cordelia’s eyes widened and she grinned. “Really? Thank you so much! You’ve just saved my life! Could you show up tomorrow morning to help? I’d be really grateful.”

“Sure.” Chloe nodded.

Great!” Cordelia smiled, hugging her books to her chest. “So, are you coming?”

“To the Spring Fling?” Chloe was surprised. “Dances really aren’t my thing.”

“Oh come on, you have to come! Especially if you’re helping me with the sound system!” Cordelia announced. “I’m organizing it so you know that it’ll rock.”

Chloe snorted, always amused by Cordelia’s high self-confidence. “I don’t have a date.”

“Aren’t you and Sam a thing?” Cordelia made up her nose in confusion.

“No, just really good friends.” Chloe shook her head. “Buffy, Dean, Sam and I? All friends. There’s nothing romantic between any of us. At all.”

“Really.” Cordelia cleared her throat, looking ahead of her. “Not even Dean and Buffy? They, uh, they fight a lot.”

“So?” Chloe raised an eyebrow.

“Dean and I fight a lot, or, well, we used to.” Cordelia hugged her books closer.

“Oh.” Chloe could see now another reason why Cordelia was so insecure when it came to Buffy. “No, believe me. Those two only fight because they’re too much alike. There is no attraction there. And anyway, Buffy’s in love with someone else.”

“Oh.” Cordelia tried to fight the small smile but it was still visible. “Okay… Not that I care or anything.”

“Of course you don’t.” Chloe backed up, trying not to laugh.

Maybe Dean still had a chance after all.


Chloe and Buffy had returned from patrolling the school campus. Since three vampires had been on the school grounds last night they’d decided to make this their hunting grounds tonight, while Sam and Dean took the cemetery. The boys were just all too happy to stay out of the house while their father was home.

Another reason Buffy and Chloe wanted to make the school their hunting ground was so they could return and have a talk with Giles, who they knew would be in the library until an ungodly hour of the morning---if he left at all.

They went to the bathroom after Buffy put away her stake in her locker, and Buffy used the bathroom while Chloe waited for her, both having washed the dirt and grim from a tussle with a couple of vampires off of their hands and arms.

Chloe had even managed to stake her first vampire tonight without any help. It’d been a giddy, powerful experience, she’d felt as if she were high, but as she leaned against the wall listening to Buffy talk while in one of the toilet stalls, that giddiness turned into nausea as she felt the energies shifting around and beneath her.

Hand going to one of the sinks to steady herself, Chloe’s other hand went to her stomach as the lurching of the energies entered her, messing with her insides and causing a deep buzzing in her ears.

Beneath that buzzing was the sound of evil, demonic laughter, and then a woman screaming in pain…a woman that sounded so much like

Chloe!” Buffy shook her, causing Chloe’s gaze to turn to her, wondering when she’d appeared. “What’s wrong?”

Chloe pushed Buffy away and hurried to the toilet, barely managing to lift the lid, and bend over before she heaved violently. She could feel Buffy behind her, rubbing her back soothingly and telling her she was going to be okay, that it would pass.

Finally, when there was nothing left to vomit, Chloe flushed the toilet and stumbled to the sink, turning on the water and washing her hands and mouth out, hating the acidic taste in her mouth. But at least the energies were calming down.

Buffy passed her a piece of paper toweling. “Here you go.”

“Thanks.” Chloe swiped it over her mouth, turning to turn off the faucet, hand freezing at what she saw.

Blood poured down from the faucet.

Her eyes widened, unable to delude herself into being calm anymore. “We have to find Giles. Something horrible is going to happen.”

They hurried to the library and stopped when they heard Giles’ voice talking. They followed the sound through the stacks to peer curiously from their hidden position inside, wondering who could still be here so late with Giles.

“It’s clear. It’s what gonna happen.” Giles sounded both hysteric and defeated. “It’s happening now!”

Angel moved into the light to read the Codex, coming into their view.

Buffy and Chloe exchanged surprised, confused looks.

“It can’t be.” Angel shook his head. “You’ve gotta be wrong.”

“I’ve checked it against all my other volumes.” Giles seemed about to tear his hair out in frustration. “It’s very real.”

“Well, there’s gotta be some way around it.” Angel declared, closing the Codex with a snap. “This can’t be allowed to happen.”

Listen!” Giles nearly exploded. “Some prophecies are, are a bit dodgy. They’re, they’re mutable. Buffy herself has, has thwarted them time and time again, but this is the Codex! There is nothing in it that does not come to pass!”

“Then you’re reading it wrong.” Angel insisted.

“I wish to God I were.” Giles whispered, slumping down on his seat, defeated. “But it’s very plain… Tomorrow night Buffy will face the Master, and she will die.”

Chloe’s eyes widened in horror as she turned to her friend.

The Slayer stood in shock, gaze on Giles, unable to believe what she’d just heard. Then, shaking her head, she began to laugh, the sound broken and nearly hysteric.

The men stopped talking. They looked out of the office and saw the two horrified girls, before exchanging a look and walking out towards them.

Buffy slowly started to walk away from the stacks towards the library table before turning and facing them. “So that’s it, huh?” She asked, trying hard to be brave. “I remember the drill. One Slayer dies, next one’s called… Wonder who she is.” She looked up at Giles, eyes watering. “Will you train her? Or will they send someone else?”

Giles looked in torment. “Buffy, I…”

“They say how he’s gonna kill me?” Buffy interrupted, voice breaking with emotion. “Do you think it’ll hurt?” Tears began to flow freely from her eyes.

Chloe moved to hug her, but Buffy put her hands up and quickly stepped away.

“Don’t!” She wiped at her tears. “That’s what you’ve been sensing, that’s what you’ve been having nightmares about, isn’t it?” She asked the blonde. “My death.”

“I don’t know.” Chloe whispered, truthfully, trying to be strong for her friend. “I don’t remember my nightmares.”

Buffy nodded slowly, believing her, before looking up at Giles. “Were you even going to tell me?”

“I was hoping that I wouldn’t have to.” Giles whispered. “That there was…some way about it. I…”

“I’ve got a way around it.” Buffy declared vehemently. “I quit!”

Angel shook his head. “It’s not that simple.”

“I’m making it that simple!” Buffy snapped at him. “I quit! I resign---I-I fire myself! You all can find someone else to stop the Master from taking over!”

Giles lowered his head. “I’m not sure that anyone else can. All the…the signs indicate…”

“The signs?” Buffy snapped, grabbing a book from off of the table and throwing it at Giles, barely missing him. “READ ME THE SIGNS!” She threw another one. “TELL ME MY FORTUNE!” She glared angrily at him. “You’re so useful sitting here with all your books! You’re really a LOT of help!”

Buffy!” Chloe gasped.

Angel put his hand down on her shoulder, pulling her back and out of the conversation.

“No,” Giles shook his head sadly. “I don’t suppose I am.”

“Buffy, getting mad at Giles isn’t going to change the prophecy he has no fault for!” Chloe trudged right back into the conversation despite Angel’s best efforts to keep her out of the eye of the angry Slayer. “We have to band together more than ever and figure out a way to get you out of this.”

“I already did.” Buffy spat. “I quit, remember? Pay attention!”

Chloe was shocked at the fury directed towards her.

Angel pulled her back against him with a warning growl to just stay out of it already.

“Buffy,” Giles spoke, drawing back her attention. “If the Master rises…”

“I don’t care!” She shrieked as she yanked the cross from her neck, going horribly still before looking up brokenly at her Watcher. “I don’t care. Giles, I’m sixteen. I don’t wanna die.”

Giles looked at her in agonized silence, at a loss of what to do, what to say.

Buffy looked away from him and let the cross fall from her fingers to the ground. “Everyone just, just leave me alone.” Turning she walked out of the library without looking back.

“Buffy!” Chloe called after her.

“Leave her.” Giles whispered, taking off his glasses and rubbing his fingers over his eyes. “She needs some time to herself, to think.”

Chloe wanted to rush after her friend, but she trusted Giles’ judgment and stayed.

Giles sighed, putting on his glasses. “Angel, could you please take Chloe home? I’m going to stay here and---and---and---.”

Angel nodded. “Of course.” He turned to Chloe. “Let’s go.”

Chloe nodded, turning with him to leave, before turning around once more and throwing herself into Giles’ surprised arms, hugging him tightly. “We’ll find a way.”

There was a moment’s hesitation and then he hugged her tightly as well. “We have to.”

Pulling away, smiling tremulously up into his face, Chloe slowly returned to Angel and put her hand in his, letting him lead her away.


Chloe hadn’t slept the whole night.

She hadn’t even called Dean or Sam, she couldn’t bring herself to tell them that Buffy was destined to die that night.

She’d tried calling Buffy time and time again but Buffy didn’t answer her cellular, and Mrs. Summers had stammered an apology when she’d called the home phone, saying that Buffy didn’t want to see anyone and didn’t want anyone to talk either.

Sighing, Chloe had decided that since she couldn’t really do anything, she headed to the Bronze to help Cordelia as she’d promised. She knew that if Giles needed anything, he’d call her. But for now he needed to be alone as well. This was killing him deep down inside.
Chloe had talked with Cordelia outside the Bronze for about an hour until they couldn’t wait any longer. Obviously Kevin and his friends weren’t coming, so Cordelia and Chloe headed to the school to see what in the world was going on.

“He promised he’s bring everything to the Bronze last night so we’d have everything there and all we’d have to do was set it up.” Cordelia announced. “He promised! We’ll never get everything ready in time.”

“He probably forgot.” Considering the prophecy about tonight, Chloe didn’t consider this much of anything. “It’s not that a big a deal.”

Cordelia grinned. “Uh, you don’t understand. I’m not mad. He totally flaked on me. On me. And I don’t even care.” Her grin turned goofy. “God help me, I think it’s cute!

Chloe smiled at Cordelia as they reached the Audio-Visual room. They saw Kevin and his friends back-too through the windows, sitting on the sofa, facing towards the tv.

“There they are!” Cordelia grinned broadly. “They’re watching cartoons. That’s so cu…That’s not cute.” She tried to convince herself badly. “That’s annoying. I’m annoyed.”

“Right. Furious.” Chloe grinned, finding this change in Cordelia so amusing.

“Men.” The brunette snorted. “I don’t know why we put up with them.”

“Hear Hear.” Chloe agreed. That’s why I switched to a vamp!

Not that her and Angel had defined exactly what sort of thing they had going on between them and if it was a ‘relationship’ per se.

“Obviously, Kevin has underestimated the power of my icy stare.” Cordelia announced with a grin as she opened the door.

The body of one of Kevin’s friends fell out into the hall, lifeless, a vampire bite on his neck.

Cordelia screamed. “Oh, my God!” Without a second thought she rushed into the room, looking for Kevin, and finding him on the sofa, dead, vampire bites on his arms and neck. “Kevin!”

Chloe entered, in a trance, realizing that the room had been trashed, blood was everywhere, as were signs of struggles, and bodies of Kevin’s friends and others littered the floor.

No!” Cordelia knelt on the ground by Kevin’s body.

There was a bloody handprint on the TV screen. Obviously the boys had been attacked and killed when they’d come here to get the things for Cordelia the night before.

Why had this seemed like such an innocent scene to anyone passing by the AV room and glancing in, when in truth it was the scene of such a horrific massacre?

KEVIN!” Cordelia cried, hugging his lifeless body to her.

So, Chloe looked around her, in shock. This is what life is like without a Slayer.


“What do you mean you’re in the hospital right now?” Dean asked, looking up at Sam as he spoke on his cellular to Chloe, the signal horrible and yet he was able to make out most of what she was saying.

Vampires attacked Kevin and his friends last night…massacre…we found the bodies…Cordelia being treated for shock.”

“Is she---other than that---is she okay?” His eyes widening. “Was she hurt?”

She’s fine…go to library…Buffy…prophecy…die tonight…Apocalypse.”

Dean’s eyes narrowed. “What?”

But the connection broke.

The phone lines in Sunnydale had all gone dead.

“What happened?” Sam was tense, eyes on his brother.

Dean turned to him. “Come on, we have to get to the library. I---I think the world might be ending tonight.”


Looking at her cellular, Chloe noticed that there was no signal, and from the comments of the people crowded in the Emergency Room,  hers wasn’t the only one that this had happened to. All communication lines had gone dead in Sunnydale.

That way we can’t call for help. She wanted to hug herself, but she sat next to a crying Cordelia, rubbing her back, trying to soothe her while knowing that nothing she said could help ease the girl’s pain.

He didn’t deserve for that to happen to him!” Cordelia cried into her palms. “He didn’t! He was---he was---!

Feeling a shadow fall over them, Chloe looked up, expecting the doctor, eyes widening in horror as she saw six large and burly vampires, game face on.

“Miss Sullivan,” the smallest (though in no sense small) one announced, shocking her that he knew her name. “The Master requests your presence tonight.”

Cordelia looked up at the voices, and Chloe clamping down her hand over the other’s girl’s mouth was the only thing that kept her from screaming.

Chloe realized that if these vampires hadn’t attacked anyone in the hospital, it was because it wasn’t in their plans---for right now at least. They were here for her, and while she couldn’t understand why, she did know that if she played her cards right, no one in the hospital had to get eaten.

Cordelia turned to look at Chloe, eyes wide and questioning, obviously not understanding why she was covering her mouth.

“Don’t scream.” Chloe ordered, only letting go of Cordelia when the brunette nodded shakily. The blonde then turned her attention on the vampires. “No one here gets hurt. I’ll come peacefully.”

Their faces reverted to their human disguise as they nodded and Chloe stood up, gulping and taking in a deep breath as she went to stand by them.

“Chloe!” Cordelia stood, horrified. “What are you doing?”

Chloe didn’t stop, she just followed them out, heart racing, terror slowly filling her as she realized something.

The woman she’d heard screaming had been her.


In the library, Giles grabbed weapons out of the cage and prepared them. But he wasn’t alone.

Ms. Calendar leaned against the table, trying to absorb everything he’d just told her. “Okay, so this Master guy tried to open the Hellmouth. But he got stuck in it, and now all the signs are reading that he’s gonna get out, which opens the Hellmouth, which brings the demons, which ends the world.”

“Yes, that about sums it up, yes.” Giles nodded.

“I knew from the very beginning that something was seriously off with this town but I never even realized the HALF of it!” She shook her head, unable to believe what was going on. “The part that gets me, though, is where Buffy is the Vampire Slayer.” She chuckled wryly, still shaking her head. “I mean, I’d noticed she was usually around to save the day---but Vampire Slayer? She’s so…so…tiny.”

“Buffy has more potential and raw talent than I have ever seen in a Slayer or even read of.” Giles announced a little defensively before sighing, calming down once more, knowing that Jenny hadn’t meant to insult his Slayer. “You know how to get in touch with this, uh, brother Luca chap?”

The computer science teacher shook her head. “As far as I can tell, no one can. He’s disappeared. He did send out one last global though. A short one.”

“What did it say?” Giles asked. He still didn’t know whether he trusted Jenny Calendar, and he knew he didn’t really like her or her computers, but right now this was the only lead he had.

And he had to find a way to save Buffy.

He wouldn’t let her die.

He couldn’t.

“Isaiah 11:16.” Jenny replied. “Which I dutifully looked up.”

Giles didn’t need her to tell him what it said. He knew that verse, and many others, by heart. “The wolf shall live with the lamb, the leopard shall lie down with the kid, the calf, the lion and the fatling together, and the little child to lead them.”

Ms. Calendar frowned. “That’s kinda warm and fuzzy for a message of doom.”

“Well, that depends on where he’s leading them to.” Giles fixed his glasses. “Aurelius wrote of the Anointed One, ‘The Slayer will not know him, and he will lead her into Hell’.”

Ms. Calendar blinked. “So Luca thinks the Anointed is a kid.”

“If the vampire that Buffy killed was in fact not the Anointed, then it may very well be.”

Jenny straightened immediately. “Well, then we need to warn her.”

“I don’t intend involving her at all.” Giles declared, going back to looking over the weapons.

Ms. Calendar watched him in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“Buffy’s not gonna face the Master.” He turned to the woman, daring her to defy him. “I am.”

“No, you’re not.” A voice said to their right.

Giles’ heart raced as he turned to see Buffy at the doors of the library. “What are you doing here? I—I thought---.”

“Chloe left me another text message before the lines went dead, I—I’d read all of her previous ones but this one---this one I couldn’t delete after reading.” Buffy took in a deep breath, walking towards Giles.

“What did she say that changed your mind?” Jenny asked, curiously.

Buffy finally looked at her, face resigned. “She sent me a picture of a world without a Slayer.” Eyes determined, she turned to Giles. “So I’m looking for a kid, huh? And he’ll lead me to the Master?”

Giles’ eyes narrowed and he drew in a deep breath. “Buffy, I’m not gonna send you out there to die!” He tried calming down but found he couldn’t. “You were right. I---I’ve waded around in these old books for so long, I’ve forgotten what the real world is like. I-it’s time I found out.”

She smiled tenderly at him. “You’re still not going up against the Master.”

“I’ve made up my mind.” He told her.

“So have I.” She told him.

“I made up mine first!” Giles felt hysteria at the thought of Buffy going to her death. He—he couldn’t allow that to happen! He couldn’t! “I’m older and wiser than you, and just…just do what you’re told for once! Alright?”

“That’s not how its goes.” Buffy closed the distance between them, tilting her neck back slightly to look up into his face. “I’m the Slayer.”
How could she be so blasé about this?

This was her life they were talking about!

“I don’t care what the books say!” Giles was furious at how she’d apparently resigned herself to death. “I defy prophecy, and I am going! There’s nothing you can say that will change my mind!”

“I know.” Buffy whispered before pushing up on her tiptoes, cupping his face, and bringing their lips together in a kiss that shocked Giles stiff.

The Slayer nipped on his bottom lip before letting go and turning to leave.

He felt a moment’s relief that she’d for once listened to him, when Buffy swung around and threw a hard punch to his face…and then everything went black.


17th-Sep-2009 05:53 am (UTC)
OMG!!!! So freaking good!!!

*runs to next chapter*
17th-Sep-2009 05:54 am (UTC)
Your Icon? Sexy Lex! *melts*
17th-Sep-2009 06:02 am (UTC)
omg . what does the master want with chloe . this chapter has blown me away now im going to read the next one now .
17th-Sep-2009 01:20 pm (UTC)
Yeah! :D
2nd-Jan-2010 07:37 am (UTC)
That's intense. Cordy needs to run to Dean now to inform her that her friend just got taken by vampires and Angel is going to be pissed. Can't wait to read more!
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