Chapter 1: Tall, Dark Stranger
Chapter 1: Tall, Dark Stranger
A/N: The chapters will be short until I figure out what the hell I want to do with this story.
Challenge: partially to answer a forum request/challenge by DeepBlueJoy for a story with a ‘person of color’ as a main character – who doesn’t die immediately.
Warning: Sorry Spike fans. He sorta deserved his fate though.
Thanks to my betas: flying solo so far.
Disclaimer: BtVS and AtS characters belong to Joss Whedon / Mutant Enemy. I claim no rights to any copyrighted material. Please do not copy or take this story without my permission.
One minute, Buffy was struggling to convince Spike that she wasn’t kidding about not wanting to have sex with him, the next, his weight was gone and she saw dust particles falling to the floor around her. Her first thought was that one of the gang had stopped by and saved her, but that was wrong because she heard a stranger’s voice behind her, asking if she was okay.
Ignoring the pain radiating from her body, she turned over to assess whether this guy was a threat – despite rescuing her from Spike. If she hadn’t been so traumatized at that point, she might have had a Cordelia moment and murmured, ‘Hello, salty goodness!’ Since she was still in fight or flight mode, though, all she could do was stare at him.
It didn’t make things better when he introduced himself either…not with his asking if she was the Slayer. Fortunately, as soon as the words were out of his mouth, he looked like he wanted to smack himself for being so blunt. As odd as it seemed, that was enough to make a smile escape her lips.
“Depends…why are you looking for a Slayer?” she shot back sassily while trying to stand up. He offered her a hand and she took it, both for the needed assistance in standing and also to judge his strength, body temperature, anything that might give her a clue as to whether he was human or not.
Then he did the oddest thing.
As soon as she was upright, he abruptly turned around before he answered the question, “Umm, my mother was a Slayer, and I have something for Buffy Summer – or whoever is the current Slayer. Bernie, her Watcher and my adoptive father, told me where to find her.”
His strange behavior made her wonder…until she looked down at herself. Oh crap! Between the bruises and the near nakedness, it was no wonder that he was uncomfortable.
“Uh, just give me a second to get decent, and we’ll go downstairs to talk,” she replied, not really answering his question yet. She wanted to be armed in case it was a trap. It was doubtful because he probably would have already attacked her if that was his intention, but better safe than sorry.
Too bad she didn’t think of the ‘better safe than sorry’ rule many months ago when dealing with Spike. The first time she found out his chip didn’t work with her she should have done something about him. Well, maybe not the first
time, but certainly when things disintegrated into sex with violent foreplay. Guess this Robin guy took care of that problem for her. But what would the others say about Spike’s demise?
That was a matter for another time, though. Right now she had a strange man in her house that she had to talk to.
She quickly got dressed while she tried to remember what he already said to her. Something about being related to a Watcher or Slayer? Well, if she had it wrong, she had a built-in excuse for why her mind was scattered. ‘Yay for attempted rapes,’
she thought wryly, not really feeling the excitement. Somehow she thought she would prefer to appear like a ditz if she were given a choice between the two.
When she went down the stairs, she found him sitting on the couch. On the coffee table was a black bag which must have been his ‘cause it didn’t look familiar at all.
Buffy suddenly felt the need to not appear weak in front of him again, so she grabbed a sword from behind the coat rack by the front door, and held it where he could see it. “So…not that I’m not grateful for the rescue upstairs and everything, but I’d kinda like to know what you’re doing here and what’s in the bag,” she said with an odd mixture of coldness and gratitude in her voice.
A/N: Next…Probably some talking between Buffy and Robin? Any ideas of what should happen in the story?