Chapter 3: She's the Slayer
Buffy never took her eyes from the wolves as they approached her, although she did acknowledge her name being spoken. “Yes?”
“It may not be a good idea to challenge them. You are in their territory.”
A tiny smile touched her lips. Now what was she supposed to do? The Slayer could not back down from a challenge, She could not submit to creatures that were lower on the nightmarish food chain than she was. She told the voice about her dilemma. “I will not submit.”
“You don’t have to,” the voice said as a chorus of snarls came from the wolves. “Just break eye contact.”
Buffy just dismissed her lupine antagonists. She turned from them and toward the voice. She heard the soft paw-falls scraping on the gravel before she even turned back to face her attacker. As the wolf launched at her she braced her weight on her left foot and struck out with her right. She connected with the wolf under the muzzle forcing his jaws to snap shut with an audible ‘click’ as the kick repelled it back into the crowd.
She watched them a few more moments before turning back to her advice giver.
He stood there drenched in river water from head to toe. His Green Day T-shirt clinging to his narrow chest and his jeans sticking to his legs like a second skin. His trainers were water logged and squelching every time he shifted his weight.
Buffy’s eyebrows lifted toward her hairline as a bright grin lit on her pink glossed lips. “Oz!!” She launched herself at her former friend’s ex-boyfriend. Her own shirt was becoming damp as she embraced him. “I never imagined I’d run into you here. I thought you were in Tibet?” Her last words came out as more of a question than a statement.
Oz caught the small woman. As he pulled her close for a hug, he breathed in her unique scent confirming that she was indeed Buffy. A small smile pulled at the corner of his mouth while mirth lit his blue eyes. “Not Tibet.”
Buffy heard him sniffing at her so she casually tilted her head a little to the left so he could catch her scent better. “How long have you been in the States?”
Oz was surprised at the almost imperceptible baring of her throat. He understood that she would never have done it if she did not trust him. “Two years. Not that I’m not happy to see you, but why are you here?”
Buffy giggled. “That’s the most I have ever heard you say in one breath! It’s a long story. I’ll tell you as soon as I figure out what to do about them.” She rolled her hazel eyes back toward the wolves.
Oz looked to the wolves and noticed that half of them had already retreated into the house while the other half continued to watch them. “We’ll have to explain you to them.” At her questioning look he explained. “Werewolves.”
Buffy glanced at them they looked like regular wolves to her. Shrugging she turned back to him. “Oh.” What else could she say?
The wolves resumed their rumbling. Their whole bodies were vibrating with the rolling growls.
Oz shrugged his shoulders, too. “I don’t think they like that I told you what they are.”
“Well,” Buffy enthused, “we’ll take care of them and catch up if you’d like?”
The smile ticked at his lips again. “Cool.”
Twenty minutes later a deep male voice sounded from the entrance to the house. “Daniel, perhaps you might invite our guest inside.”
Oz shot a glance Buffy’s way, hoping that she would not rile the pack too much. Buffy hid her axe back in her duster and gave him a bright smile. Oz settled his hand at the small of her back and ushered her toward the porch.
Buffy paused before entering the house. “Oz, how likely is it that they will attack me while I’m a ‘guest’ here?”
Oz really wasn’t sure. He didn’t know how they would react. Most had never seen a female as dominate as The Slayer before. He tilted his head to the side as he thought through the answer to her question. “As long as no challenges are issued, you should be fine. Just don’t make direct eye contact. Some of this should be instinctual to you, but I’m not sure how much. You’re not a wolf.”
Buffy closed her eyes for a moment and inhaled deeply. When she opened them again Oz could see a little part of The Slayer peeking out at him. He smiled and continued leading her into the house.
They entered the spacious front room. Ten people were laid out on various furniture scattered around the place. Just about all of them were glaring at Buffy warily.
A man, almost a foot taller than Oz and Buffy, stood in the middle of the room with his arms crossed over his broad chest. His black hair was spiked up worse than Oz’s hair, except Buffy was sure it was unintentional. His chest was bare and his jeans were hung low on his hips. He stood barefoot on the white carpet.
Oz ushered her forward a little more. “Buffy, this is Adam Hauptman, Alpha of the Tri-cities Wolf Pack. Adam, this is Buffy Summers, The Slayer.”
“What is a Slayer,” Adam’s deep voice rumbled in question. “What is she a Slayer of?”
“Evil,” spoke Buffy. “I slay Vampires, Demons, and anything else that goes bump in the night.”
A booming gust of laughter thrummed through the room. A red headed man sat near the wall to her right. His smirk sitting crooked on his bearded face. “Little girl fancies herself as Van Helsing.”
“Actually,” Buffy snapped, “Helsing was free lance. He wasn’t really a Slayer, just a hunter.
“You’re dreaming little girl. A vampire could rip you in two.”
Oz cleared his throat. “Buffy, is The Slayer. There is a whole destiny thing.”
The red headed man laughed again as he rose to his feet. He slowly approached Buffy, using his lumberjack build to intimidate her.
Oz didn’t like how this was going. “Paul.”
The man stopped his approach for just a moment. He leaned toward Buffy and tried to bend slightly over her smaller frame. Buffy didn’t move an inch. She looked up into Paul’s brown eyes and pulled him into a staring match.
Faster than Oz could blink, Paul let out an animalistic growl and grabbed Buffy’s right wrist. Buffy twisted her arm toward his thumb braking Paul’s grip and followed through with her left arm to backhand Paul into the wall.
Buffy turned to Oz. “What was that about? Was he challenging me?”
Oz didn’t want to get into the middle of the fight, but he couldn’t allow Buffy to be man handled while she was a guest. He stepped forward to put his arm around her waist and glared at Paul.
He explained to Buffy. “Females, in a pack, no matter how dominate, are at the bottom of the pack. If she mates, she takes the rank of her mate in the hierarchy. Paul was trying to make you submit to him.”
Buffy snorted her opinion of that, causing Oz’s lips to twitch again.
“Enough,” Adam roared.
Oz froze. He thought over the command from his Alpha. He had to obey a command from Adam, but the truth was Oz himself was just as dominate as Adam. He could have ignored the order, but that would mean having to challenge Adam for the pack. In the end he chose to lead Buffy away from Paul.
Oz decided to answer Adam’s original question to get this meet and greet back on track.
He inhaled a deep breath, preparing to give the longest speech of his life. “Into every generation she is born: One girl in all the world, a Chosen One. She alone will wield the strength and the skill to fight the vampires, demons, and the forces of darkness; to stop the spread of their evil and the swell of their numbers. She is The Slayer.”
The room fell silent as they processed this information.
Buffy glanced at Oz and grinned. “I didn’t know you memorized the whole spiel.”
Oz’s eyes lit with laughter. “I didn’t mess it up, did I?”
“Nah,” she said, “It’s better than I would do.” She gave him a bigger smile, “You think they bought it?”