**Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.**
*Includes dialogue from BtVS Season 4 Episode 7 'The Initiative'
*Idea was inspired by cloudleonsgurl's fan art #37 Entitled For All That You Love**
**Fanart was created by cloudleonsgurl and is used with their permission**
Chris stood on the opposite side of the street from an old and very selective frat house. He had been scouring the campus for any information that would lead him to Umbrella Corporations Sunnydale complex. After weeks of research he believed he had finally found it. The frat house that he was looking at rarely invited anyone to rush and those that were invited all looked like military personnel. There was a party being held that night which Chris intended to infiltrate.
It would be hours before he could explore the house for any entrances to the underground complex so he returned to the main campus. He crossed the lawn toward Stevenson Hall where he had been sleeping. He was halfway there when he saw her.
She looked the same as every other California girl he had seen, blond, tan and beautiful. But there was something in her eyes, an intelligence and strength that he could see when he looked at her. He had watched her every chance he got for the last few weeks. Her name was Buffy and he decided that it was time that they met.
He adjusted his course so that he would be right in her path. She wasn’t paying attention and ran right into him, dropping her books and bag. “I’m so sorry! I can be such a klutz with the walking and the not paying attention.”
“It’s okay.” He bent down to help her pick up her things.
She looked up into his eyes, “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.” He went to hand her the contents of her bag when he noticed that he was holding a stake.
She noticed what he was holding and her eyes got big. She grabbed the stake and rushed to put everything back in her bag, “Thanks again. I should really be going.”
“Aren’t you even going to tell me your name?” He smiled at her.
She gave him a slightly more reserved smile, “Buffy.”
“Nice to meet you Buffy, I’m Chris.”
She turned and hurried in the other direction. Her reaction had surprised him. She seemed to freak out when he noticed her stake, but he couldn’t figure out why, or why she would have it. This girl was a mystery to him, one that he wanted to figure out.
Buffy really needed to be more careful. That wasn’t the first time someone had found a stake in her bag. Granted, the last time it had been Xander and that worked out okay. This guy Chris didn’t say anything about it, maybe he didn’t notice. He was kinda cute too. She shook her head. The last guy she thought was cute and nice was Parker and that ended with the bad.
After sitting through an hour of Psychology with Professor Walsh she was ready to leave. Willow approached the TA Riley to ask him why he didn’t call Oz’s name during roll call. Buffy finished gathering her bags when she heard the professor tell Willow, “An educated guess, you know the rules, you know I hate exceptions, and yet somehow you feel your exception is exceptional.”
“It is, to you. But since I’m neither a freshman nor a narcissist, I have to consider the whole class. If your friend can’t respect my schedule, I think its best he not come back.”
Buffy watched Willow rush for the door. She looked completely destroyed. At that moment she wanted nothing more than to punch Walsh in the mouth, but instead she simply said, “You know, for someone who teaches human behavior, you might try showing some.”
Walsh turned around and without showing that she was affected by Buffy’s statement at all replied, “It’s not my job to coddle my students.”
The urge to punch returned tenfold, “You’re right. A human being in pain has nothing to do with your job
.” She left the room before she did any physical damage to that soulless wench.
Chris was sitting in one of the common rooms going over tactics in his head when a conversation caught his attention. A few of the frat boys from Lowell house were talking to another kid about Buffy. He did not like the way this guy Parker was talking about Buffy, like she was some sort of toy that he threw away when he saw something he liked better. The more the guy talked the more annoyed Chris became.
He got up and moved closer to hear what was being said. He considered moving on and forgetting the conversation completely when he heard Parker say, “You know the difference between a freshman girl and a toilet seat? The toilet seat doesn’t follow you around after you use it.” He lost it and punched the guy knocking him out.
He left before Parker’s friends could take revenge. He had no idea why he felt so protective of this girl. It’s not like he actually knew her. He had talked to her one time and that only lasted a minute. He knew one thing for sure. He was developing a strange fascination with her.
Buffy heard about the confrontation in the common room as she was on her way to the party with Willow. When they described the guy who punched Parker, her mind immediately went to the stranger from that morning. Chris. She gave a satisfied smile that was echoed by Willow. It was nice to see Willow smile.
They walked into a hormone infested cesspool set to music from local bands. She was in full cheer up mode. Willow had a look of apprehension that she promised would be gone by the end of the night. “I’m gonna get a soda. I’ll find you in a minute.”
Buffy didn’t look so sure, “Alright.” She watched Willow wander off before turning back to the party. She noticed Chris wandering up the stairs. He looked almost like he was trying to memorize all of the exits. She followed, hoping to talk to him and get the scoop on what happened with Parker.
Chris heard the footsteps behind him so he ceased his examination and leaned against the wall waiting for whoever it was to pass. He was almost certain that the entrance was up here, but couldn’t very well look for it with other people around. He was surprised, and admittedly, happy to see that it was Buffy. She looked beautiful with her brown halter top and her hair pulled up. “Hello again.”
She smiled, “Hi.”
“Were you following me?” Part of him hoped she would say yes.
“Actually, I was. I heard about you punching Parker in the face.”
“Yeah, I was wondering if you could tell me what it was about.”
He had a feeling she wouldn’t mind the truth, but he told her only a half-truth, “He was saying some rather lewd things about this girl I know.”
She gave a slight nod, “Anyone I know?”
He smiled. She knew it was about her. “Maybe.” She smiled back at him. He knew that he shouldn’t be wasting time, but he really wanted to talk to her. He was about to open his mouth when they were interrupted by two men, one older and one around her age.
The younger man pulled her off to the side, “Buff, we need you.”
“Now? Can’t this wait?”
He whispered but Chris was able to catch what he said, “Something’s wrong. We ran into a vampire, but it wasn’t normal. It seemed to be completely crazed and it was feeding off a woman.” Vampires!? What was this guy talking about?
“What like Drusilla?” She didn’t seem concerned.
“No. It was like something from Dawn of the Dead. It wasn’t just drinking blood, it was eating her flesh.” The virus! He was too late!
“WHAT!?” She remembered that Chris was standing there and quieted back down, “Are you sure it was a vampire?”
The older man spoke up then, “Positive. We need to figure out what is happening Buffy. You need to come with us now.”
She turned toward Chris, “I’m sorry I have to go.” She ran down the stairs with the two men. He turned to follow. If it was the virus then they had no idea how to handle it. He also wanted to know why they were talking about vampires. He reached the bottom of the stairs but they had blended in and disappeared. He rushed to the door. He had to find Buffy and help her.