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Summary: In the wake of Angelus's death, Buffy Summers is thrown into a galaxy far, far away. Trapped into slavery, she meets a young boy named Anakin Skywalker. From there her destiny is revealed as she and Anakin set out to change the face of the Galaxy.

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Star Wars > Buffy-CenteredAglarannaFR132590,0521816770,83021 Sep 0923 Aug 10No

Periculum

Shows: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Star Wars

Pairing: Buffy/Obi-wan

Summary: After killing her lover the Vampire Angelus, Buffy Summers is cast across space and time to land on a small desert planet known as Tatooine. Much of her strength as a Slayer stripped out of her by the journey, she is forced to make her own way to the town of Mos Espa and meets a young boy named Anakin Skywalker. From there, her path to becoming a Jedi unfolds.

Disclaimer: I own nothing in the Star Wars Universe and do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer. The dialogue of the prologue is that of Buffy killing Angelus at the End of Season 2 and so belongs to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy, some of the dialogue in this story is that of the Phantom Menace and thus belongs to George Lucas and his writing staff, I hope everyone understands.

Now, let Buffy’s journey to knighthood begin!



Prologue: The End of Duty

The battle raged. Hell was moments away from loosing itself upon the face of the world. Taking Buffy and her former lover Angel and everyone they knew or didn’t know down into the blazing depths of rage, torment, and fire. Brimstone was in the air.

Buffy could smell it. It burned in her nostrils as the steel of her sword clanged against that of Angelus. He cut, she parried, he swung, she jumped, he slashed, she blocked. Their dance of death continued on.

Sweat and tears, blood and guts, grunting, growling, snarling. Angelus’s sword bit into her arm and Buffy stumbled backwards, crimson slipping down through her shirt.

“First blood.” Angel grinned.

Buffy could only stare in shock. Then, her molars ground together. She couldn’t let him win. The fate of the world, everyone, rested on her shoulders. Why does it always have to be me? No, Buffy shook her head. She didn’t have time to ask herself those questions.

He stabbed again, kicking her legs out from under her as she dodged sideways, knocking her back across the table. She groaned as her back hit the hard black metal, shattering the pottery that lay beneath her. The shards dug into her back, pushing into her skin. Her eyes widened as she watched Angel swing his sword up. He was about to bring it down on her head.

Kicking her legs sideways she rolled off the table in time to avoid his blow. With a cocky grin, she straightened, leaping over the table to hit him with a side-kick blow to the chest. Angel went backwards and the battle continued on.

The next moment sent Buffy crashing through the window. But that was the way of battle, in one moment everything could change. She often wished that there was a way for her to see and predict things, to know what was coming next. Sometimes, she felt it at the very edge of her vision, but could never respond to it in time. The best she could do was watch her opponents body and see his movements. But that wasn’t helping her.

She hit the cold concrete ground. Focus, Summers! This was the battle of her life. The fate of the world was at stake. No, worse. If Angel wins there won’t be a world for anyone to wake up to. She had to win.

Buffy fought to sit up. Angel was approaching. His footsteps slow and methodical, like he had all the time in the world. And he does. Buffy thought through gritted teeth. She was the one who was running out of time. On her feet again, Buffy struck. Their blades clanged as steel met steel and Angel repelled her, a casual smirk on his brooding features. In a butterfly sweep, he redirected her blade down, to catch on the concrete side of the flowerbed. Buffy watched helplessly as he broke it in one smooth stomp. His spinning backhand catching her across the cheek and she twirled, mind tumbling, and hit a piece of decorative art as she went down.

It hurt.

Carrying Drusilla and heading towards the door, William the Bloody looked back on the battle. His face regretful as he watched the Slayer stumble to her feet. Watched Angelus advancing on her, his stance predatory, his shoulders tensed and ready to end his hunt. The Slayer stumbled back into the wall, her legs giving out, as her body slunk downwards.

“God, he’s gonna kill her.” Spike said. A moment of indecision caught him as he stared at the battle. Then, common vampire apathy took hold. He shrugged. “Oh, well.” Turning without a care, he walked out the door.

Angel moved in on Buffy. Sword raised in his hand, ready to deal the killing stroke. She could feel her side bruising, swelling. But it wouldn’t keep her down for long, it couldn’t. Fate of the world, Summers. It’s the fate of the world.

“That’s everything, huh?” Angelus asked. The point of his sword hovering inches from the Slayer. “No weapons, no friends, no hope.” His voice was soft as silk and just as deadly. Buffy closed her eyes and swallowed. The fate of the world. “Take all that away and what’s left?”

He struck, viper quick, the blade whizzing towards her face, ready to split her skull in two. Three years of training and all the Slayers instincts had never prepared her for this, but something else was. Something deep inside her knew, knew beyond question. Even with her eyes closed she could see the sword. Her hands came up and snapped together, the blade caught between them, inches from her face. She opened her vibrant green eyes and stared up into Angel’s face. He was breathing heavily. She could sense that the battle was almost over.

“Me.”

With a swift push of her arms, she shoved the blade back up into Angel’s face. The hilt struck him square on the nose and sent him recoiling backwards. Buffy was up again. Hitting him in the chest with a jump front kick, she continued to press her advantage. She picked up the sword he’d broken and spun it dizzily in front of her face.

The fight began in earnest. The Slayer finding her second wind. The demon losing ground. She pushed him back with a flurry of strikes and slashes. Parry, thrust, parry. She struck towards his head, towards his side, towards his chest, Angel barely blocking her, unable able to stop her momentum.

Buffy kicked him back through the door. A jumping spin and strike was deflected but forced him to cover his right side while she feinted to the left. Her blurring movements keeping her former lover off balance as the battle continued. She continued to force him further and further back. Her blade catching his right hand mad him cry out and drop his blade. It clattered onto the floor as he went to his knees. Another jump kick to his face sent him sprawling backwards. She lifted her blade, preparing for the final stroke, ready to sever his head from his shoulders.

But something stopped her.

In her momentary pause, he screamed.

Eyes glowing only for a moment. A new expression touched that hateful face, it was one she’d known before, one she’d loved.

Gasping, Angel fell towards the floor, his forearms hitting the concrete. He seemed to be sobbing.

Slowly, Buffy lowered the blade. Knowing that something was different.

Angel looked up at her in shock. “Buffy?” He whispered. Blinking, he shook his head, startled by his strange surroundings, by the blade in her hand. “What’s goin’ on?”

Buffy was held by nervous shock and unbelieving denial, suspicion clawed at her, telling her that it was all a trick. But something stayed her hand. She watched, frozen as Angel climbed to his feet.

“Where are we?” Angel asked. He was staring at her intently, his dark eyes soulful and a bit frightened. “I don’t remember.”

The blade slowly slid lower as Buffy continued to evaluate Angel. Angel? Her mind was racing, how had he come back? How? Did Willow try her spell again? How had she managed it? The tip of the blade touched the concrete floor, but Buffy couldn’t take her eyes of him. How long had she dreamed of this moment? Wanted it? All the heartbreak, all the murders, it all had lead up to now. He was back.

“Angel?”

He swallowed and glanced at her side. Smelling the blood, he reached out to touch her arm. “You’re hurt.” He said. His fingers connected with her skin, drawing her closer and as if in a dream Buffy let him pull her in. This couldn’t be happening. She stepped up to him and suddenly let everything go. Pressing against him, she exhaled deeply. Shutting her eyes as she breathed in his scent and felt the coolness of his flesh. His arms closing around her and hugging her tightly, letting her know that he would never, ever let her go again. “Oh, Buffy.” He whispered. “God, I feel like I haven’t seen you in months.” She squeezed her eyes shut and pressed her cheek against his neck. “Everything’s so muddled, I… Oh…” He kissed her shoulder. “Buffy…”

Tears streaked Buffy’s cheeks as she opened her eyes. A sound vibrated through her ears. She looked up and saw, to her horror, the mouth of the statue opening. Their time was up. Everything was going to end. It was going to drag the whole world down to hell. She had to stop it and there was only one way.

Buffy stepped back, away from Angel.

Looking into her eyes, Angel sensed trouble. “What’s happening?”

“Shhh.” Buffy whispered, pressing her finger against his lips. “Don’t worry about it.” Heart breaking in her chest, she let her fingers trail down his chin, knowing that she was seeing him for the last time. Her hand brushed up his face and she pressed her mouth against his in one final kiss. Then, tears burning at the edges of her eyes, she said. “I love you.”

“I love you.” Angel responded.

“Close your eyes.” Buffy said.

Her voice shook, her hand refusing to leave her lovers cheek. She knew what she had to do, but seeing him standing there, so innocent, god! It was killing her. But she had to do it. The fate of the world. It’s all on you, Buffy. You’re the Chosen One. Yeah? Well, she didn’t want to be the Chosen One anymore. Not with Kendra dead, Jenny dead, her first Watcher murdered, Willow in the hospital, her mom wanting her to leave and never come back, and now Angel too. No. She couldn’t do it anymore. She was tired of being special.

Buffy pressed her lips to Angel’s, relishing in one final kiss. Then, with his eyes still shut, she pulled away. Without a moment’s hesitation, she stabbed Angel through his heart and as his eyes widened in agony, she stepped away. The world grew white, glowing all around her. She watched as he reached towards her, the betrayal plain on his face. The shocked expression burned into her mind, forever. His hand out stretched he stared at her, the knowledge of goodbye plain in his features. She fought back the urge to scream. She was too strong for that.

But oh, how she wanted everything to end. The end of duty, the end of being a Slayer, the end of everything! She didn’t want it anymore! Not if this was how it had to be!

Buffy Summers watched as her lover, the Vampire Angel was sucked down into the vortex. His body and soul headed straight for Hell. There was nothing she could do to stop it. She had sent him there. She was a monster. He vanished.

I wish I was anywhere but here.

Then a gust exploded outwards, knocking her back and everything went white.
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