Chapter 1: Awakening
A/N: This story is quite long and develps several new characters and many new relations. I've completed the story and will upload the chapters as I can, assuming of course that anybody is reading it. To comply with size limitations the story will be broken into three parts.
Disclaimer 1: The characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Castle do not belong to me. All I do is write about my imaginings for them. There is a very minor cross with Law & Order and I don't own those characters either.
Disclaimer 2: There is femslash and hetero in this story. The pairings in Part 1 are Alexis/Michelle, eventual pairings will include Buffy/Willow/Dawn/Alexis/Michelle/Faith/Xander and a lot more, including cross pairings and group sex. The story contains a lot of sexual activity (eventually) but it is, in my mind, integral to the story line. For those of you that don’t like it then don't read this.
I hope you enjoy the story as much as I did writing it.
I stood on the edge of the side walk closest to the park, nearly invisible in the shadows. Lit by distant street lamps, only the pale white of my face and hands and the streak of lighter hair made by my long pony tail revealed me in the darkness.
I wondered again what the hell I was doing out here in the middle of the night. Dad’s going to kill me if he ever finds out about this. I had awoken a half hour before with a driving need to get outside, to go somewhere… but where? My thoughts kept swirling around my head, what am I doing out here?
I looked down the dim path into the park. I had been to Central Park innumerable times with my dad for a picnic or just to get outside on a nice summer day; but only during the day, not in the middle of the night. The park was only twenty blocks from the high rise apartment building where I lived with my father and grandmother. I would never go to the park in the middle of the night – I was a born New Yorker and had more sense than that.
Then why was I standing here contemplating heading down that path? The drive to continue in that direction was almost irresistible, but I held myself in check. What was going on with me? My body felt strange, it had felt different ever since I had snapped awake in the middle of the night. I had dressed in the darkest clothes I could find – black jeans and T-shirt, a dark blue windbreaker and dark sneakers, and a black watch cap pulled over my strawberry blonde hair, but I left my long pony tail free to hang down my back.
My thoughts swirled, ignoring the urge to head into the park I tried to figure out what was happening to me. Why had I picked these clothes? They weren’t my normal style; I liked bright cloths, light colors. And what was with the run to this park? I was on the junior varsity track team running cross country and some of the distance events, but there was no way I should have been able to run from my apartment building to Central Park in under 10 minutes, it had to be at least two miles. And I hadn’t even felt like I was pressing myself, it had been a mild run, more of a lope than a flat out run, but I had flown down the dark streets, dodging into shadows or doorways anytime a car approached. And when I’d reached the park I wasn’t even breathing hard, not even panting a little, I felt more like I’d walked half a block instead of having run 20 blocks.
This was crazy! I turned to head back home and then stopped again. Oh, what the hell! Dad is going to kill me when I get home anyway. I started down the path into the park, keeping to the side in the deepest shadows and moving nearly silently. There’s no way I’ll be able to get back into their apartment without having Tom, the doorman, let me in and he was going to tell my father, no way around that. I had managed to sneak out, waiting for Tom to go on his rounds before heading out, but even then I knew I hadn’t gotten out completely unnoticed, with all the fancy security stuff the building had now I knew Tom would know someone had left. Going back meant going in the front door, which at this time of night meant waiting for Tom to let me in. So, if I was going to die, or be grounded until I turned 60, I might as well find out what is driving me before I go nuts. I continued down the path, I couldn’t see or hear anyone, even the street bordering the park was quiet; there hadn’t been more than a couple of cars in the last 5 minutes. Even New York quieted some in the hours just before dawn.
I was about 100 yards into the park when I heard someone coming from the opposite direction. I stepped off the path into a grove of mature trees and leaned against one of the dark trunks. I looked around and suddenly realized I could see clearly – yet it was a pitch black night, the low clouds concealing any moon or star light and the street lamps much too far away to be providing any real light. It was like seeing on an overcast day early in the morning, no real source of light yet I could see everything, the bare trunks of the trees, the branches overhead filled with the dense leaves of late spring, the bushes scattered around, the clear areas between them from all the foot traffic in the park.
I could hear someone approaching, actually a couple of people, I could hear the low murmur of their voices, but I could not make out the words. I crouched down lower and pressed myself against the trunk of the tree, I really didn’t want to be seen by anyone. Then I could see them, it was a couple, coming towards me on the path, walking arm in arm and talking quietly. Hopefully they would just go right past me and on out the park.
The man was large and bulky, towering over the smaller woman, his arm draped loosely across her shoulders and his head bent toward her, listening to her chatter. I realized I was feeling something; there was a tingling in the back of my head, a mild buzz triggering alertness? It was making me feel tense, my muscles contracted and I felt like I was getting ready to spring. My attention was locked on the couple approaching me – no it was locked on the man, my only awareness of the woman was her almost constant talk. Now I could make out what they were saying.
“Oh honey, haven’t we gone far enough… I’m tired of this walking… this place gives me the heebie-jeebies…”
“Ok, fine,” the man lead them off the path. He chose the same little grove that I was hiding in. Oh great! I thought, a hooker and her John, now I’m going to get my introduction to sex as a voyeur in Central Park!
As I watched the man drew the woman into a tight embrace, one arm around the middle of her back and the other above it with his large hand grasping the back of her head. He pulled the woman to himself and buried his face in her neck.
The woman wrapped her arms around his neck and started to mold herself to him, and then she seemed to stiffen “Oh!” she exclaimed, “Hey man! No hickies… ouch … what do you think you’re doing!?” the woman’s voice going up in tone and volume as she started to struggle against his hold. Then she became quiet, her body relaxed until after a minute her arms slipped from around his neck and fell loosely behind her.
The man continued to hold her in the same position for another minute or two and then lifted his head from her neck, he looked down for a few more seconds and remarked, “Tasty little treat… nights almost done so you’ll have to do for now.”
He let go of the woman and she dropped bonelessly to the ground, landing sprawled on her back, one arm caught under her back making her body arch slightly. She was sideways to where I was hiding; the girls head turned toward me and the sightless eyes seemed to be looking right at me. He stood over her looking down at her still form. I had never seen a dead person before, but I was pretty sure I had now. The man continued to gaze at her, “Well sweetie, can’t leave you quite like this.”
He reached into his pocket and pulled something out. With a metallic click followed by a “snick”, I saw the long blade of switchblade spring out in the man’s hand. He leaned over her body and swung his arm in a long arc, burying the knife to the hilt in the side of her neck away from me, where his mouth had been a few minutes before. I could see the end of the knife emerge several inches from the side of the girl’s neck closest to me. Then the man jerked his hand straight up, lifting the body a couple of feet into the air before the knife erupted out her throat. I gasped as the partially decapitated head flopped back opening a gaping would, then the body thudded back onto the ground, assuming an even more grotesque position.
The man’s head snapped in my direction at the sound of my gasp and our eyes met and locked for several seconds before the man was bounding toward me. Although he was coming toward me at full speed it felt like he was moving in slow motion, I had plenty of time to reach behind me and grab a dead branch and snap it off the trunk and then snap it again across my leg to create a jagged foot long wooden stake.
My mind felt detached, my racing thoughts in the second before the man reached me all over the place, “Run, no don’t run you’ll just get it in the back! How did I break that branch? Why doesn’t my leg hurt where I just splintered the branch across it? Why on earth is that guy’s face getting all lumpy? Are his eyes really yellow? And what’s with the fangs?”
As the man got to me and stretched out his arms to pull me into his deadly embrace I slammed my make shift stake into his body, driving the splintered end several inches into his stomach. The man grunted and stepped back from me, “Hey little girl, that smarts!” Then his fist smashed into the side of my head and I went to my knees, my tight grip pulling the stake out of his stomach, then I dropped it to catch myself before I fell all the way to the ground.
I felt the pain in my jaw, and I was a little dazed, but a quick shake of my head and it cleared. The man was leaning over me, clutching the hole in his stomach where the stake had been. I snapped out my own punch at the leering face and felt the satisfying crunch as my fist connected with this nose and knocked him back several feet. A startled look appeared on the man’s face as he staggered back, then he steadied himself and looked more closely at me, “Not just another snack! A young Slayer! Now that’s what I call desert!”
I rose from my knees as he came towards me, a voice in the back of my mind screaming, “Don’t forget the stake!” I paused to get my hand around it again and then continued rising. The voice continued, “The heart, the stake must be in the heart!” As he stepped up to me with his fist coming at me in a straight jab that would do Muhammad Ali proud, I brought the stub of the branch up with all my strength to slam into the bottom of his rib cage, a little right of center, at the same instant as his fist smashed into my cheek, snapping my head back and into the tree behind me.
As blackness descended upon me, I was sure the man that I had just stabbed with a branch was disintegrating.