Disclaimer: I don’t own BTVS, Baki the Grappler. They belong to their respective owners. This is a pure entertainment story. All cannon material belongs to Joss Whedon and Baki the Grappler belongs to Keisuke Itagaki.
AN: BTW this is my first fanfic so constructive criticism would be appreciated, but please no flames.
Sunnydale High School 1997
Xander’s P.O.V.
It’s amazing how the smallest things can change a person on a fundamental level. These little differences can cause a change so phenomenal that a person becomes different. Mine started when I decided to help the new girl pick up her stuff. That’s when my blood fully awakened.
I catch a whiff of her smell and Dear God in Heaven, I shit you not, it’s like I inhaled fire. My blood burned with desire and something that I can never quite describe. It’s like this monster that has no place in any world just crawls beneath my skin. This feeling causes my muscles to tense up till they feel like breaking.
I can feel my bones creak and my temperature just shoot up. Oh God her smell, just from this I could sense the strength hidden in that small frame. There was an unmistakable urge to take her then and there and bring Hell upon those who would stop me creeping through my body. I didn’t have anywhere near the strength to even cause a bruise to her perfect skin. Much less hold her down while I had my fun. This would have to be remedied immediately.
Oh well there would be plenty of time to….”talk” later.
General P.O.V.
One Hour Earlier
From the moment she stepped out of the car Buffy knew that this school wasn’t going to like wasn’t going to be like the others. The bad vibes just oozed out from the school like a bad cut or wound that had become infected and just started to decay.
“Just gotta stay positive,” Buffy says to herself “I’m out of the slay game and back into normal life.”
As she walks up the stares she hears a crash and look down to see a guy about her age laying on the ground after he had laid into the metal handrails. He has an innocent face full of mirth and humor, but something about him sets Buffy on edge. This feeling is unknown and a bit scary.
His eyes which seem a warm chocolate brown at first glance hid a deep, endless hunger. Buffy had seen similar looks of hunger on the faces of the vampires she had slain back in L.A., but there was something else as well.
It was an endless love of fighting. To break and maim your enemy until they could barely whimper from the torture you put them through.
She knew what it was because; she had felt the same thing when she had first killed Lothos. Buffy hurried up the steps to get away from the young man, but she could feel his eyes burning into her back, leering at her.
General P.O.V.
-20 Minutes Later-
Buffy left Mr. Flutie’s office with a much deserved sigh of relief when some random student bumped into her. This started a fun round of Pick-Your-Shit-Up, and as she crouched to retrieve her things a familiar face came into view. The kid with the fake smile and terrifying smile just squatted beside her and helped retrieve her stuff.
Xander’s P.O.V.
As I squat down next to her I get a quick smell of her scent. The smell of her sings to my blood, it says I have to be strong to even think of having her. Still in the middle of my high I ask the question with total seriousness.
“Can I have you?” I ask trying to keep the affect she has on me out of my voice.
Normal P.O.V.
Buffy looks at the teen with the monstrous eyes, giving him a questioning look. Xander just chuckles nervously at her before asking her if she needs help, before helping her finish picking up her stuff. As they finish collecting her things Xander decides to speak.
“Your new here aren’t you?” Xander says. He was fishing for her name, but she didn’t need to know that.
“Yeah my name’s Buffy, just moved here from L.A.” says Buffy obviously very uncomfortable in his presence. His menacing eyes narrow as they bore into her.
“My name’s Xander are you ok?” he asks gently. Buffy’s breath hitches in her chest. The feeling of violence and fear in the air had tripled. She sensed the malevolent feelings emanate from Xander like heat coming off of a furnace.
“Yeah it’s just I’m late for class gotta go bye.” she says before hurrying off to class. All of that worry over a seemingly normal person had left a chill creeping down her spine and a bad taste in her mouth.
Xander’s P.O.V.
I watched as she hurries off before I feel something bump into my foot. Looking down there is a little wooden stake that’s been sharpened to a point. I reach down to grab it before I realize it came falling out of Buffy’s bag earlier.
“Hmmm why would she need this?” I say to myself letting the thought resonate in my head. The questions just caused me a headache which in turn made me irritable and when I get irritable I get pissed. When I’m pissed somebody’s head is gonna roll like a bowling ball going down the lane.
Well no use questioning her now that she had disappeared off to class. Now he could either try to find Willow and question her on math of browbeat Cordelia.
“It’s decided I shall taunt the queen.” I chuckle to myself. Where were Cordelia and her pack of utterly brainless sheep? Verbally abusing them usually put him in a good mood, especially when he taunted Harmony. Now that’s always good for a cheap laugh.
“Ah well no use standing around here forever…….Cordelia!!!” I yell in a singsong manner into the air, casually slipping the stake into my pocket. Oh Buffy and I are going to have words, and it wouldn’t be pretty for either party involved, but I could deal with that.
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End of Chapter
AN: Well first chapter of first fic is done. Constructive criticism is always welcome. Please remember flames will be used to light a camp fire where I will make smores.
