Author: Jinni (firstname.lastname@example.org)
Disclaimer: All things SPN belong to Eric Kripke, et al. All things BtVS belong to Joss Whedon, et al.
Notes: Part of the “Avenging Jess” series.
Summary: Prequel to the previous fics in the Avenging Jess series. Out take requested as part of the 50 Missing Scenes December 2006 spree of mine.
Jess looked at the newspaper in front of her. She could feel a headache building right between her eyes, and she rubbed at the spot with a weary sigh. Two students, drained of blood. Puncture marks on the neck.
She knew what this was.
This was the type of thing she had left behind when she left Sunnydale. It was her sister’s destiny to fight these things.
Her sister was the one that had been Called.
was the one that battled monsters on a regular basis.
So why was she the one sitting here staring at this newspaper article, feeling like she needed to do
something about it? She could call Buffy. Ask her to come up here or send someone to take care of it.
She could just ignore it and hope that the problem went away on its own.
But that was naïve and she knew it.
“Jess? You here?”
Sam! Jess flipped the paper over, pulling the business section on top of the grisly article. She plastered on a fake smile as he came into the room.
”Hey, baby,” she said. “How was class?”
The article haunted her as she crawled into bed that night. Out there on campus right now there could be a vampire killing another student. She could do it if she wanted to. Go out there, find the thing, and kill it. Hadn’t Buffy trained her to do just that - just in case
Could she really blindly close her eyes to what was happening for the sake of having a normal life?
Was it her duty to do something about this even if she wanted no part of that life, just because she knew
“I’m going to run over to the library to work on my paper.”
“You want me to go with you?”
Jess smiled and shook her head. Tested the weight of her bag to make sure the stakes and holy water was in there with her notebook and text.
”You need to rest,” she told him. “You’ve been up for almost twenty-four hours straight studying for your midterms.”
He frowned. “Just… be safe, Jess. Those murders –“
“I’ll be safe,” she promised him.
She came home that night with ash on her clothing, slipped into the bathroom before Sam could see. The clothes she tossed in the hamper to wash the next day.
And the shower she had afterwards made her hands stop trembling.
No more students would die because of that monster.
Want to or not, she had seen to it.