I admit right now that I'm not a Twilight fan.That being said, I got most of my Twilight info from Wikipedia.
Twilight and Buffy belong to their respective peoples. I'm just trying to make Twilight better. :-p
Her son was dying. Her baby boy was dying, and there was nothing she could do. Elizabeth Masen stared at the doctor at the foot of her son’s bed across the aisle from her own. Her husband had died three days ago from the Flu. Her Edward had asked her to do everything she could to keep their son and daughter alive. Now her son was lying in a bed across from her own sick bed, with little Elizabeth holding her elder brother’s hand.
“Dr. Cullen,” she tried to call out, her voice hoarse and her throat dry.
The doctor heard her anyway and rushed over to her side. “I would ask a favor of you, sir. Please take care of my children. Save my children,” Elizabeth Masen pleaded.
“I shall do my best. You should rest, ma’am,” Dr. Cullen suggested, pulling up the woman’s blankets and handing her a glass of water.
The woman grabbed the doctor’s sleeve as he made an attempt to leave. “I can’t go on without knowing that they will be looked after. Promise me that you will look after my children. My Edward and Elizabeth.”
The young doctor looked carefully at the dying woman who had a death grip on his coat sleeve. Her face was pale and covered in sweat. Her once sharp blue eyes were dull and the color of dish water. Ms. Masen didn’t have long left.
Dr. Cullen took a deep breath and looked the desperate mother in the eye. “I will take care of your son and daughter. They will live long and happy lives. Don’t worry about them anymore,” he promised, his golden eyes glowing.
Elizabeth Masen Sr. died that afternoon with a smile on her face.
Dr. Carlisle Cullen stood at the foot of the bed where the boy he had promised to care for lay. The boy was only seventeen, with a full life ahead of him. He didn’t know that his mother had died the day before, or that his sister hadn’t left his side since he came into the hospital a week before. He had come in unconscious and hadn’t woken up for more than twenty minutes at a time.
The little girl lifted her head from her brother’s sick bed to look the doctor in the eye. “Where’s mommy?” she asked, her bright green eyes alight with curiosity.
“She’s no longer with us. I’m sorry,” Carlisle whispered to the child.
“Where did she go?” she asked, cocking her head.
“She went to see you father,” he answered, remembering the conversation he had overheard when she had asked a similar question to her mother.
“But Daddy’s in Heaven,” the little girl protested.
“Yes he is,” the doctor agreed.
The young man’s first word when waking up was always the same. “Buffy?”
The little girl would raise her head and look her brother in the eye and squeeze his hand. She would then put on her most serious face and ask, “Are you alright?”
Her brother would try to smile and reassure the little girl but more often than not, she ended up handing him a glass of water for his cough.
This time he had been awake for ten hours before needing to go to sleep. During that time it fell to Dr. Cullen to inform the young man that he and his young sister were orphaned. It wasn’t a conversation that he looked forward to going into. His sister helpfully explained what she thought the doctor had left out as she climbed onto the bed and into her brother’s lap.
“If you have any other relatives in the area, it might be a good idea to get them here,” Dr. Cullen finished.
“We have no one,” young Edward explained. “Our parents were immigrants, the rest of out family’s in Ireland.”
“Your mother did one more thing before she died. She asked me to take care of the two of you.” The doctor’s tone was carefully controlled and neutral. He was waiting for the young man’s reaction.
“I just need you to get me out of here. I can take care of Buffy myself,” Edward insisted.
“Let’s take one step at a time, shall we?” Dr. Cullen suggested, feeling Edward’s forehead.
Edward continued to get better over the next week. The day before he was scheduled to be released, he got a high fever. Dr. Cullen carefully took his vitals every twenty minutes for three hours. Edward was in rapid decline and he couldn’t figure out why. Dr. Cullen needed to make a decision and fast. He could bring Edward over where he would live, or he could ignore his promise and let the boy die.
Both options left the little girl without her brother. If Edward died, no brother. If Edward was brought over, she would have to be away from him until he could control himself.
He was silently debating with himself when he felt a tug on his coat sleeve. “You’re going to make him better, aren’t you, Mister?” the little girl asked, tears welling up in her eyes.
“I am,” Carlisle answered. He knelt in front of the child and brushed a lock of golden blonde hair behind the child’s ear. “How old are you?”
“I’ll be six next month,” she told him proudly, showing him her age on her fingers.
So young, he thought. He had heard of people being brought over at a young age, but most could at least take care of themselves. He shook his head. He couldn’t turn a girl who was barely six, and he wouldn’t break his promise by letting her brother die. He took a deep breath and stood up, his mind made up.
“I need you to listen to me very carefully, okay?” he asked, standing back up and glancing back to the man on the bed before returning his attention back to the little girl. She nodded, her entire expression turning attentive. “Stand in that corner, and don’t leave it until I tell you to. I need you to stay out of the way while I treat your brother.”
The little girl nodded before grabbing the nearest chair and pushing it into the corner that Dr. Cullen pointed to. Daintily she sat down, keeping an eye on her brother.
Carlisle shook his head, in disbelief that he was actually going through with this. Newborns were known for their uncontrollable bloodlust and brute strength. Both tapered off after a year or so, but until they got their new ‘talents’ under control, Newborns were unpredictable, and young Edward was just as likely to try to eat his sister as he was to treat her as he always had. Carlisle was counting on the strong bond they had now to continue when Edward was brought over.
Carlisle took a deep breath and whispered a small prayer before leaning over the young man and biting his neck. He pushed his venom through his teeth and into Edward’s blood stream as he drank deeply. Edward moaned, whether in pleasure or pain, Carlisle couldn’t tell.
The boy’s body started to seize, then slowly stilled as both the blood left and the venom entered. The body slowly stopped moving, and Dr. Cullen stopped feeding. He looked at the little girl in the corner.
Her eyes were wide, her mouth was hanging open. “Your eyes changed,” she whispered.
The doctor blinked, reality returning in bits and pieces. “Yes, they did,” he agreed, not really paying attention to the child in the corner, but to his new Childe on the bed in front of him. “Where do you live?” he asked the little girl.
“Off of Haymarket Square,” she replied.
Edward woke up a week later in his bedroom. Carefully he looked around, not entirely recognizing where he was. Closing his eyes, he began to think that he could hear voices, until he heard the door to the room open.
“Buffy?” he called out.
“You’re awake!” came her cheerful voice, as the little girl jumped on the bed. His eyes are red. Why are his eyes red? What happened to the green?
Edward stared at his sister. Why had his eyes changed color?
“Buffy, I thought I told you that your brother had to rest,” came a voice from the doorway that Edward vaguely remembered.
“I’m sorry, Dr. Cullen. But I didn’t wake him up!” she defended herself.
Dr. Cullen was keeping a close eye on him, Edward noticed. At least we’ve got one question answered. If he were inclined to eat the girl, she’d be dead already.
“Why would I want to eat my sister?” Edward asked.
“Because Dr. Cullen turned you!” Buffy answered with a smile on her face.Can you hear me?
“Yes. Should I not be able to?” Edward asked, confused, glancing at Carlisle.
“I am a vampire, though I feed on animals. Turning you into a vampire was the only way I could fulfill my promise to your mother. When you become a vampire, a special ability develops, usually centered around your strongest characteristic as a human. Buffy has told me stories about you being able to take one look at her or your mother and be able to know what was needed. Now you have the ability to read minds as well as you read people.” Dr. Cullen answered. “That’s also why you feel no draw to your sister. The feeling you have for her followed you through your transformation.”
The doctor walked to the young man’s side and offered a bag of blood. “You must be hungry.”
Edward took the bag and gently pushed Buffy out of his lap. When Buffy was out of the way, he bit into the bag and gulped the blood down.
Edward slowly adapted to being a vampire. Carlisle, as Dr. Cullen insisted being called, took the two Masens out of Chicago as soon as Edward began to get out of bed. The three of them started a tour of the United States, looking for a safe place to settle.
They went to Millston, Wisconsin after wondering for a few years. While there, they came across a woman at the bottom of Stony Bluff. Carlisle carefully approached the broken woman and turned her after recognizing her.
He carefully carried the woman to the house he shared with Edward and Buffy, and placed her on the couch.
“You’re going to have to leave with Buffy if Esme can’t handle her being here,” Carlisle said as Edward walked into the living room.
“Who is she?” Buffy asked, walking in behind Edward.
“An old friend. I met her when she was 16. I set her leg after she fell from a tree. I brought her over,” Carlisle answered.
“You’re kicking us out so you can handle a Newborn?” Edward spat. “I handled being around Buffy just fine!”
Carlisle glared at Edward before going back to tending to Esme’s injuries. “Esme has no ties to Buffy, therefore has no reason to not want to hurt or eat her. You did. And you don’t have to leave until we know what her response to Buffy will be.”
Buffy looked from her acting father to her brother, worry on her face. “She’s going to eat me?”
“No, she won’t. She’s not getting within range of you,” Edward promised. Buffy looked up at him and wrapped her arms around her brother’s waist.
Esme didn’t wake up for five days. Carlisle kept a close watch on her Edward, come in and introduce yourself. Bring Buffy.
Edward walked into the room, Buffy under his arm, in case Esme decided to try and attack. The girl clung to her big brother. At nine, she had a better understanding at what was going on, and knew that something bad could happen.
Edward kept Buffy close to him and didn’t go any further into the room then was necessary. Carlisle was speaking to the woman, Esme, quietly on the bed. Her head snapped up and she started to struggle as soon as she saw the little girl.
“Get Buffy out of here!” Carlisle shouted as he tried to keep the woman on the bed.
Edward hissed at the newborn before leaving the room.
“She didn’t like me, did she?” Buffy asked sadly.
“You have to remember, darling, that she’s a newborn vampire, and that they aren’t the same as normal vampires. Newborns have almost insatiable bloodlust and about twice the strength of a normal vampire, due to all the human blood that is left after the change,” Edward explained, trying to reassure his sister. “It will take a while until she is able to be around you without wanting to eat you. Which is why we have to leave.”
“You didn’t want to eat me,” Buffy pointed out.
“No I didn’t,” Edward agreed. “But I am your big brother. You are the last thing I have left in the world. I don’t want to loose you. Ever.”
Buffy beamed and Edward laughed. As she skipped to her room, Edward followed at a slower pace. It was true, he didn’t want to loose his sister, but she was still human. She was going to die at some point, leaving him all alone. It was something that he didn’t want to think about. Her death, whether it be next month or in ten years, terrified him.
Buffy and Edward met up with Carlisle after five years outside of New Orleans. When they got to the house where Carlisle was living, Edward was surprised to find there were two more vampires than expected.
“Edward, I’d like you to meet Alice and Jasper. They have recently joined our coven. Alice, Jasper, and Esme, this is Edward and his sister Buffy,” Carlisle pointed as he introduced everyone.
“Buffy is human,” Jasper hissed.
“Yes. She is not to be touched. She is under the protection of the coven,” Carlisle agreed.
“Why haven’t I met them before?” Esme asked.
“You have, but it was very briefly. Edward met you long enough to know that he needed to keep Buffy away until you were no longer a newborn,” Carlisle corrected.
“It is very nice to meet you,” Alice said, extending her hand out to the fourteen year old.
Buffy, ignoring her brother’s growling, accepted Alice’s hand and returned the greeting. “It’s a pleasure.”
“I have a feeling that you and I are going to become great friends.” Alice’s voice became dreamy and her eyes glazed over.
“Carlisle, what’s wrong with her?” Buffy asked.
“Alice has the ability to look into the future, Buffy,” Esme explained.
Alice shook her head, as if to clear it, and returned her attention back to Buffy. “Beware a tall man in a business suit,” she warned. She then twirled around and disappeared with Jasper upstairs.
“She’s different,” Buffy observed. “Are we staying here with a vampire with red eyes?”
“Jasper has had a rough time. He’s only been on animal blood for nine months. Up until now, he had been able to drink human blood when he wanted to, and he’s having a hard time adjusting. Give him some time,” Carlisle asked.
“If he comes anywhere near Buffy, he’s not going to live another day,” Edward warned. Buffy rolled her eyes.
Buffy was window shopping on a rare afternoon without Edward when a tall man approached her. “Excuse me, miss. May I have a word with you?”
Buffy looked up and glanced at him. He wore a pressed business suit. His auburn hair was peaking out from beneath the silk hat on his head.
“What do you want?” she demanded.
Buffy let the man lead her into the mouth of an alley. The man quickly studied her before speaking. “Do you believe in vampires, miss?”
“Why?” Buffy was on full alert now. She hadn’t whispered a word to anyone about her unconventional family, and she was sure that no one else did either.
“Because you, my dear, are the new Vampire Slayer,” the man announced. “You are the one with the strength and skill to hunt vampires demons, and the forces of Darkness.”
“What does that make you?” Buffy asked.
“I am a Watcher. It is my duty to find and train the Slayer,” he answered.
“I’m afraid you have the wrong girl. I’m leaving now.” Buffy started to walk out, but the man grabbed her wrist.
“Please give me a chance to prove to you that you are Chosen. Meet me at the Greenwood Cemetery tonight at 11:00 tonight, please,” the man pleaded.
“I can’t promise anything. My brother’s very protective. I’ll try. Now let me go!” Buffy insisted.
The man let go and stepped back a few steps. “I’ll see you then, Slayer.”
It had taken everything she had to escape the house without anyone knowing, but Buffy had made it. The man from the alley was standing at the front gates to the cemetery. “I’m here, now what?” Buffy asked.
“We hunt,” the man answered.
“Since we’re doing this, may I have your name?” Buffy asked.
“My name is Kyle Whitlock,” Kyle answered.
“I just met someone with that last name,” Buffy said thoughtfully. “Anyway, who are we hunting?”
“A young woman by the name of Hannah Kingston was murdered a few days ago. She was buried yesterday. She is due to rise soon. We’re after her,” Kyle said, pointing to a new grave in the far corner of the cemetery.
The two made their way over and sat down on a headstone across from Hannah’s grave. “How do I kill her?” Buffy asked after a few minutes.
“You need stake her,” Kyle answered, tossing her a wooden stake.
“I didn’t think that these worked on vampires,” Buffy commented, examining the stake. It was crude, just a piece of a 2x4 with a sharp point.
“It depends on the vampire. There’s a rare breed that you have to behead then burn to kill but there’s not many of them. They also have a ruling body somewhere in Italy that keeps their numbers under control. Slayers deal mostly with the kind that dusts.”
“How do I tell them apart?” Buffy asked.
“The kind that dusts are the ones that you’re going to meet most often. They’ll set off a warning, I’m told it’s a gut feeling, when they’re around. To the rare breed, you’re blood is like fine wine. You won’t know you’ve got one until you’re fighting them. They feel different, less demonic and more human, but to the touch they’re like marble. Hard. Indestructible,” Kyle explained.
Buffy sat, deep in thought. If she was a Slayer like Kyle thought she was, would she have to leave Edward and the others? Would her blood tempt all five of the vampires she lived with? And how rare was Edward’s kind of vampirism? The only vampires she had ever come across were this ‘rare’ breed. Could Kyle have gotten his facts mixed around?
Buffy felt a pull behind her stomach and jumped to her feet. The ground under her began to move and shift as a Newborn pulled himself out. At least she thought it was a newborn. The vampire looked at her then attacked, giving Buffy enough time to see its face. His brows and forehead were disfigured and his eyes were yellow, unlike the honey colored eyes she had gotten used to, or the red of human hunters.
When he threw his first punch, he growled at her, revealing an intricate set of fangs that she knew from experience Edward lacked. With Edward, only his canines extended into fangs. This vampire’s fangs consisted of his whole mouth.
Buffy ducked and began her attack like Edward had taught her, though he was unaware of it. She ducked and punched the vampire in the chest, pushing him away from her. Quickly, she picked up her stake and punched the vampire in the face, disorientating him. Taking advantage, she brought the stake home in the vampire’s chest.
“Why didn’t he dust?” Buffy demanded, pulling out the stake and backing up fast.
“You were too far left. Try again,” Kyle encouraged.
Buffy had to trick the vampire into giving her an opening, but succeeded in getting the heart the second time.
“Behind you,” Kyle called out.
Buffy quickly turned around and barely ducked a kick from Hannah, who had risen while she was dealing with the first vampire. Buffy backed away slowly, then took a few experimental swings at Hannah before attacking. This time she succeeded in getting the heart on the first try.
“This was an amazing first night,” Kyle commented a few hours later when they had finished the sweep of the cemetery. “You did very well.”
Buffy smiled and stared at her shoes, not used to praise coming from anyone other than her brother. “Thank you.”
Kyle chuckled, giving her a small smile. “Will you meet me at the warehouse down the road from your home at one this afternoon? That should give you enough time to sleep a bit.”
“I will try,” Buffy answered. “But I really need to be getting home.”
“I’ll see you this afternoon for your training session. Take care,” Kyle said.
Buffy turned and left quietly. Neither Watcher nor Slayer noticed that they had a tall, blonde watching their every move from behind a grove of trees.
“This would provide a great challenge,” he whispered. He now had a mouse. He grinned to himself. It was time to prepare for one hell of a chase. It had been forever since he had had a Slayer.
It took Edward longer than she thought it would for him to catch on that she was sneaking out at night. When Edward did find out, he was less than pleased.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he demanded as she crawled back through her bedroom window. “I have been worried for the past few hours! Where the hell have you been?”
Buffy sighed. “It’s a rather complicated story,” she began.
“I don’t care about complicated, I care that you’re safe. That you will live to see your children have children! It’s a horrible world out there!” Edward ranted.
“I know it’s a madhouse out there, Ed! That’s the point!” Buffy shouted back. “It’s a mess, and I’m the only one who can do something about it!”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Edward demanded, not noticing that their fight had drawn the attention of the other vampires in the house. It was brought to his attention when Jasper started to growl and he attempted to attack Buffy.
It was then that Edward noticed the blow to Buffy’s head that was oozing blood, and the scrapes on her hands. “Get him out of here,” Edward hissed, turning and issuing a challenge to Jasper.
Alice and Carlisle managed to get Jasper downstairs and away from Buffy, while Esme ran to the bathroom and get some damp cloths to clean up Buffy.
I’m the Slayer, Edward. I’m the Vampire Slayer. One girl in all the world Buffy pulled herself into Edward’s arms and cried. Edward was stunned and let his sister cling to him. This was his worst fear come to life. If Buffy was a Slayer, he could no longer protect her.
Buffy wasn’t aware of her stalker until Carlisle announced that the family was moving several months later. Edward had taken to following her on her patrols around the city when he heard someone muttering to themselves.
“She’s getting better and better at the move. Good dodge, now left hook. Good. Roundhouse, now. Oh, when she gets a bit older, she’ll be such fun!”
“You’ll leave her alone,” Edward corrected, appearing behind the vampire, who turned around.
“And why would I do that?” he asked.
“She’s under the protection of my coven,” Edward growled.
“That’s great. You do know what she is, don’t you? She’s a Slayer, one of the few beings that were created to kill beings like us. And you want to protect her!” the other vampire scoffed.
“I know she’s the Slayer, but she’s more as well,” Edward argued.
“Is she your piece of ass?” the strange vampire laughed. “A vampire and a Slayer! That would be the day!”
Edward punched the guy, sending him unintentionally into the vampire that Buffy was fighting, sending her vampire onto her stake. When her vampire disintegrated into dust, the strange vampire landed on Buffy, throwing her to the ground.
“Get off her!” Edward demanded.
“Oh, I don’t think so. She’s perfect. Just the right size, in all the right places,” he jeered, running an hand along Buffy’s arm.
“That’s gross, and something that I really don’t want to be a part of,” Buffy commented, before suddenly throwing the vampire off her.
“Oh, you won’t have a choice, baby,” he cooed. His eyes roamed over her, making Buffy feel dirty.
“I wouldn’t count on it,” Edward hissed, stepping between the two, shielding Buffy as she stood up.
“Aw, how sweet. A vampire protecting a Slayer. How sure are you that she won’t come after you next?” the vampire jeered.
“Let’s just say that I know the coven, almost intimately,” Buffy told him, ignoring Edward’s growl of impatience.
“You doing the whole coven then?” he taunted.
“Why? You want a ride?”
“You offering?” he asked.
Edward punched the vampire again before turning to Buffy. “Do you offer every vampire you’re supposed to slay a final romp through the hay?” he hissed, eyes narrowed in anger.
“Questions later, fight evil vampire now,” was Buffy’s answer. She stepped around Edward, but the vampire was gone.
New York was a refreshing change of scenery. The weather was a little more vampire friendly, to both breeds. Buffy had taken to walking through Central Park while on patrol, avoiding Edward when possible.
When Edward told Carlisle about the vampire that he and Buffy had a run-in with, Carlisle recognized both the scent and the description. The vampire’s name was James, and his ability was tracking. If he got your scent once, he could follow you everywhere. It was a hobby of his to find someone to exercise his skill on, and his favorite target were Slayers. He had only managed to kill one, though he had been on the trail of several others before they were killed by some other means.
His talent was rivaled by none, save a vampire by the name of William the Bloody, when it came to Slayers. Both he and William targeted Slayers. William killed his first slayer at the tender age of 20, which made him more dangerous. James kill his first Slayer when he was 130, but his methods of finding and tracking a Slayer had increased his potential as a dangerous opponent.
Buffy took Carlisle’s warnings to heart, but didn’t let them sway her from doing her job. Kyle had looked into James as well, after he followed her to New York, and couldn’t tell her anything more than Edward or Carlisle had. “Be on the lookout for him,” Kyle warned her every time she left for patrol. Since the first confrontation, she hadn’t seen James, and after a few months, she slackened her vigilance.
It was about three years after the coven moved to New York when she stumbled across a young woman being attacked by several men. Buffy attacked them and got them to run away. After the men had left, Buffy took the time to examine the young woman.
She was beaten, bruises covered her body, though most of them were on her face and her thighs. Blood was everywhere, coating the inside of her thighs like tights. The left eye was swollen shut, and she could barely talk.
“You stay still. I’m trying to help you,” Buffy whispered. She took off her coat and covered the larger girl as best as she could. The girl moaned as Buffy carefully picked her up and started walking to the townhouse that Carlisle had bought for the duration of their stay. Edward was going to be pissed when she got home.
It took Rosalie three days to turn, and even longer before she would stay in the same room as either Edward or Carlisle. She preferred Buffy’s company. The Newborn was unaffected by the call of Buffy’s blood because of the role Buffy played in her rescue. It was Buffy that Rosalie became close to, and with Buffy’s care and patience, she slowly began to trust Edward and Carlisle.
Rosalie talked Buffy into teaching her how to defend herself, and after a few months of training together, Buffy asked her to join her on patrol. It was the week before her eighteenth birthday.
Buffy introduced Rosalie to Kyle and the two trained together under her watcher. On the afternoons when Rosalie didn’t train with her, Kyle taught Buffy about gems, specifically a tall blue one with an imperfection at the center.
For the first time since she was fourteen she fell up the stairs. Edward was immediately at her side. “Something’s wrong with you. What happened to you?” he demanded.
Buffy glared at him. “Nothing’s wrong,” she insisted.
“No, something’s up. You’ve been getting uncoordinated over the past few days, and Rosalie told me that you needed her to save you from a vampire last night,” Edward pressed.
Buffy glanced at her friend accusingly before reminding herself that Edward could read minds, and that hers had been getting harder and harder for him to read the longer she was a Slayer.
“I’m fine,” Buffy insisted, pushing herself up and continuing to her room.
“She is not fine,” Edward insisted.
“You’re going to push her away if you crowd her,” Carlisle cautioned. “She’s a teenaged girl. Let her wind down.”
Buffy stomped down the stairs fifteen minutes later. “Something’s wrong. My aim is totally off. I tried tossing balls into the trash can. Each ball missed! I’m way off my game. My game's left the country. It's in Cuernavaca!”
“Don’t get so dramatic. Come here so I can get a good look at you.” Carlisle motioned her over and gave the teen a quick physical. “Well, nothing’s wrong with you, physically, that I can tell. Not just by looking at you.”
“Thanks, Carlisle,” Buffy smiled. “Did Alice call to check in yet?”
“No. She and Jasper are in Wyoming, last I heard. There’s fewer people there, and it might help him adjust,” Carlisle muttered, distractedly.
“What’s wrong?” Edward demanded.
“Your pulse is slower than it was the last time I gave you a physical,” Carlisle said.
“But that was just last month. You wanted to see how my new eating habits were keeping up with my increased metabolism,” Buffy said.
“Yes, I did. I don’t know what’s causing this, but I’m sure that it’s not something that you contracted,” he said.
“Good,” Edward huffed.
“Will I be able to patrol?” Buffy asked. All four vampires stared at her as if she grew an extra head.
“Why would you patrol when you can no longer push Rosalie across the room?” Esme demanded. “You are to stay here, where you won’t die. Edward or Rose will take over your patrol tonight.”
“I’ve got to meet up with Kyle first,” Buffy insisted.
“I’ll take her,” Edward said, grabbing both his and Buffy’s coat before Buffy could argue with Esme anymore.
“Thank you, Edward. And when you get back, we’re going to talk about your little problem with sneaking out,” Esme promised.
Buffy scoffed before yanking her jacket from Edward and slipping into the growing darkness outside.
When they got to the house that Kyle had been using, everything was dark and there was a mess on the ground floor. “Isn’t this nice?” a familiar voice asked from the shadows. “Slayer and her bodyguard again. Too bad you just barely missed the Watcher. I killed him after he told me that he was weakening my Slayer for some Council test.”
“Kyle did this to me?” Buffy cried in disbelief.
“It’s a right of passage, I’ve been told. Weaken a Slayer, then send her into the arena with a vampire, the kind that dusts. But you’re going to fight me.” James emerged from the shadows. Edward moved to stand in front of Buffy, but was blind sided when two vampires, a male and female, grabbed his arms and held him tightly.
“You’re not going anywhere, Eddy,” the female taunted, running a finger down the side of his face. “You’re going to watch your little human get torn to pieces!”
James threw the first punch, sending Buffy through the wall and into the next room. She was disorientated for a minute before seeing an important-looking unopened box to her left and the X-acto knife beside it.
She picked up the knife and slid the blade out as James advanced on her. She could feel the cross that, she assumed, Kyle carved into the plastic of the knife, and hoped that it was enough to damage the creature in front of her.
She swung out, nicking him on the chin. James caught her arm and used it to toss her back through the wall.
She landed in a heap at Edward’s feet, bloody and broken. James stalked back through the hole in the wall and bent to look Buffy in the face. “I will be the last person to touch you,” James whispered. “You were one hell of a chase. It’s too bad that you weren’t at your full potential tonight.”
Buffy opened her eyes wide. The last thing she saw was Edward’s tortured face, and his struggles to break free. Then all went black.