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Takes place after BTVS end (post chosen) SN season 1 post Home and before Asylum. There is also the element of Dracula 2000, only because I thought it would be kind of cool for Buffy to face off against Gerard Butler as Dracula.
Note: This is my first time posting Fanfiction, so please be gentle.
The cold winter night air wrapped around Buffy, her long white cotton dress dragged on the ground with each footstep she took. The cold damp stones sent chills through her bare feet. A cool breeze fluttered past her, whipping her long blonde hair behind her. She knew this was a dream, but she wasn't sure what it meant, not yet. She walked down the dark alley, hearing muffled voices in the distance. She closely followed behind a young man. He was wearing a long and very outdated wool coat over his slender, yet tall body. A white mist lingered around his mouth with each breath he took.
He walked further and deeper down the dark alley, a slow tingle crept its way up Buffy's spine. There was something waiting for this young man in the darkness of the alley, Buffy's Slayer senses were going off. She followed him, knowing that something was out there watching him. She wondered if he knew. Without warning the young man stopped. Footsteps echoed down the alley in front of them. At first all she could see was a tall silhouette of a man, his long dark coat swayed with each predatory step he took. As he got closer, she noticed the way his blue eyes sparkled. The waves of his dark brown hair frame his face. The man was overly attractive and Buffy couldn't take her eyes away from him.
He smiled at the young man that stood in front of her. Then his eyes shifted behind the man and directly at her. Her breath caught in her throat as she stepped back. The young man slowly disappeared. It was just her and the man with blue eyes in the alley. He slowly stepped closer to her and she moved further back.
"Slayer," he purred seductively. Buffy stepped back, trying to inch herself further away from him, and her body slammed into a cold brick wall. In the blink of an eye he was standing in front of her, pinning her body in place. His face was only inches from her. Buffy's heart pounded in her ears. Desire lingered in her veins, her body wanted to reach out and place her lips on his. She fought off the hunger that lingered inside her. He lightly placed his hand on her cheek and brushed her blond hair away from her face. Her body shivered from his touch, she took in a deep breath and closed her eyes. "I've been waiting a long time for you."
She opened her eyes and stared into the sparkling blue orbs that belonged to the man standing in front of her. Desire and longing lingered in his eyes, she could feel how much he wanted her, she could feel the darkness that consumed him, that would consume her if she let it.
"Who...who are you?" she said breathlessly. A lust filled grin flashed across his face, Buffy was taken back to see a pair of fangs past his lips. She didn't understand how this man could be a vampire. He wasn't bumpy in the forehead region. He didn't even have yellow eyes. He didn't set off her slayer senses in a big way.
He leaned in closer to her, his lips only inches away from her ear. "I'll be seeing you soon, Buffy."
Buffy's eye snapped open and was greeted with the sight of her pitch black bedroom. Her entire body was drenched with sweet. She sat up and threw her heavy blankets off her body. She glanced at her alarm clock.
"Two a.m.," she mumbled. "Great." She heaved a sigh and laid back down in bed. Her dream felt so real and a part of her wondered if it was one of her fantastic Slayer dreams. She shook her head and pushed the thought to the back of her mind. The last time she had one of those dreams was back when Sunnydale was the hottest Hellmouth this side of the hemisphere, but that was three years ago last May.
She closed her eyes and listened to the sounds of the Atlantic, the calming sound of the waves crashing on the shoreline. Buffy loved the ocean and that's why she decided to move to Marblehead, two years after the Council was reinstated and she was free to live the life she wanted. She heard rumors that the small New England Town was another Hellmouth like the one in Cleveland. So she came here for the slaying and stayed of the scenery. She enjoyed the old rustic charm of the small New England town. People were friendly, to her at least. Once Buffy was settled in to her new home, Faith showed up and the two of them have been living together ever since.
It's just the two of the in small Massachusetts town. She didn't want to waste Council dollars to add more slayers to a town that only really needed one. Yeah there is a boatload of vamps, but not enough to send an entire army and Buffy likes it this way, just her and Faith guarding the town against the forces of evil. Buffy could tell that Faith was a little hesitant about being back in her home State, bad memories maybe, but as the months passed by Faith become more relaxed, to the point of her accent slipping back. Buffy pointed that out to her when she heard Faith say "cah" and not "car." Faith just shrugged her shoulders and didn't pay much attention to it.
Buffy rolled over trying to get herself back to sleep. But nothing was happening. After a few hours slipped by she gave up and decided to get ready for the day. By the time Six AM rolled around, Buffy had already showered and was now dressed in low rise skinny jeans and loose fitting black tunic sweater. She sat on the small wooden bench on her porch with her knees pressed against her chest and a cup of warm coffee in her hands. She sat on her back porch and watched the waves come in and out. The December sun shinned brightly in the morning sky, a cool sea breeze floated around her. She pulled the long sleeves of sweater past her finger tips. She took another sip of coffee and stared out into the ocean.
"You're up early," Faith said as she walked up the back steps of the house.
"You're home late," she said with a smile.
"You know me, B, fighting the good fight," she said, returning a smile.
"Or laying the good lay." Faith rolled her eyes, while Buffy giggled.
"You know I'm not like that anymore," she said.
"I know," Buffy said softly. "Why were you out all night?"
"Vamp nest," she said and rolled her shoulders. "I figured I get a jump on them when the sun was up."
"How come you didn't drag me with you?" Buffy asked with a pout and took another ship of coffee.
"I figured you needed the rest after your fight with that Gak demon."
"Don't remind me." Buffy shuddered. "I still feel like I have goo in my hair." Faith grinned at Buffy's recollection of last night's battle. "You, me, patrol tonight?" She took another sip of coffee.
"Yeah, sure. What time does your shift end tonight?"
"Three," Buffy said. "Just enough time for me to get home and change for our fun night."
"You plan on doing something else after?"
"I was thinking we could do a quick sweep and then have a much need drink fest at the local watering hole. I can't remember the last time I let loose."
"I'm speaking to Buffy?" Faith teased. "I mean this is, B, right?"
"Yes, I'm still me," she huffed and rolled her eyes. "I haven't really had fun in a long time, I think it's way over do." She shrugged and took another sip of coffee. "What time is it?"
Faith pulled a cell phone out of the pocket of her tight jeans and stared at the screen. "Seven-thirty, why?"
"I have to be to work in twenty minutes," Buffy said and jumped up from her soft warm spot on the bench and rushed back into the house placing her cup on the kitchen counter. She ran into her bedroom at the top of the stairs, slipping out of her jeans and threw off her sweater, quickly replacing it with a tight pair of black cotton shorts and a white t-shirt. She slid on a pair of sneaks and ran back downs stairs, pulling her black wool coat over her. "See you later," Buffy called out to faith as she ran out of her white Victorian house, pulling her car keys out of her pocket and practically jumped inside her sleek 67 black Ford Mustang.
Buffy never really considered herself a car enthusiast per se, but when she laid eyes on that Mustang her heart sank and she knew she had to buy it, with help from the Watcher's Council funds. Usually cars and Buffy are very bad, like epically bad. There are just some things in the world that are unmixy, like oil and water, stripes and polka-dots, Red Sox and the Yankees. But her and this Mustang, she could drive that car like a pro.
She sped out of her drive towards the Driftwood Diner across town. Faith stood by the open door and waived to Buffy as she left. She sped down the small streets of Marblehead, blaring "Off the Map" from Alkaline Trio on her Mustang's updated stereo system, Faith's taste in music was clearly starting to rub off on Buffy. She sang along, bobbing her head to the beat of the song. She liked the more upbeat songs from them, ones that Faith wasn't much of a fan of.
She pulled into the parking lot of the Diner, flipping down the visor. She quickly applied her make-up, wearing a nude eye shadow, with a thin line of black eyeliner, and sheer lip gloss. She pulled her long blond hair into a neat ponytail. She flipped the visor back up and turned off the car engine. Buffy stepped out of her car and walked inside the Diner just as a black Impala pulled into the diner's parking lot.
"I think my eyes are playing tricks on me," Kenny, the line cook said as Buffy walked inside the kitchen to grab her blue apron. "Are you actually on time?" His brown eyes sparkled as he playfully grinned.
"You're hilarious," she said and playfully rolled her eyes. "You really should think about doing stand-up." She wrapped the blue cotton string around her slender waist and tied it in the back. "I'm not late all the time." Buffy clipped on her name tag and head out the door, grabbing a pad of paper and pen in the process.
"Only on the days that end in Y," he laughed, making Buffy roll her eyes again.
"You know only lame people laugh at their own jokes," she huffed. She stuffed the white pad of paper in the pocket of her apron and moved around the counter refilling coffee for the regulars.
"Buffy, you've got two in your section," Maria said and pointed to the two men sitting at a booth in the back of the restaurant. All she could see was the back on the ginormo's head and the other guy had his face hidden behind a menu.
"On it," she said with a smile and casually walked over to them, pulling out the pad of paper from her pocket and clicked the pen in her hand.
Two Days Ago, A motel outside of Lawrence, KS
Sam sat up in bed, taking in deep breaths. His brown shaggy hair was a complete mess from tossing and turning. He glanced over at his brother, who was sprawled out on his bed, snoring heavily into the motel pillow. Sam jumped out of bed and started packing up his things in a hurry. This was his third physic-like dream he's had, but this one was different than the others. He saw Buffy, but it couldn't have been her, she's dead.
He could still see her, the girl from his dream. She was Buffy and something was after her. Whatever his dream meant, he knew that he and Dean needed to help her.
"Dean," Sam said in a calm voice that was slowly edging its way over into panic. Dean mumbled and buried his head deeper into the pillow. "Come on, we gotta go."
"Why?" Dean said raising his head and lazily glared at his brother. "It's two a.m., can't this wait?"
"No," Sam said firmly. "I had another dream."
"What did you dream about this time Ms. Cleo?"
"You're not gonna like it." Sam took in a deep breath and nervously stared at his brother.
"Nothing can be as bad as going back home," Dean said and laid his head back down on the pillow.
"I think-" Sam took in another Deep breath.
"Spit it out," Dean said into his pillow.
"I think Buffy needs our help," Sam said anxiously.
"Come again?" Dean sat straight up, glaring at his brother. If he wasn't fully awake before he definitely was awake now. "What do you mean she needs our help?" Dean jumped out of bed, throwing the white sheets on the floor. It was bad enough that Sam's freaky mind mojo sent them to the one place he promised himself he would never go back to, now his brother is saying that Buffy, the girl who died four years ago, needs their help. "She's dead, Sam."
"I know," Sam said and shook his head. "But I had a dream that something was after her."
"No," Dead said firmly. "It wasn't her. It's not like we could help anyway, Sunnydale no longer exits. No Sunnydale, no grave and no spirit."
"I know, but hear me out, this dream felt real just like the others. I really think she needs our help."
"Sam, no," Dean snapped. "Buffy is gone. She doesn't need our help."
"Please, Dean, we have to," Sam pleaded with his older brother. "Maybe the girl I saw wasn't Buffy. Maybe it was Dawn. What if Buffy's little sister needs our help." Sam knew the girl in his dream was not her little sister, he knew for a fact it was Buffy. But he wasn't going to tell Dean that.
Dean took in a shaky breath and ran his hand over his face. "Okay," he gave in to Sam. "Do you know where we're heading to?"
"Great that's gonna be at least a days drive from here," Dean huffed and pulled his duffle bag out from under his bed. "You better be right about this."
Both men loaded up the Impala and they were back on the road with the radio blasting Metallica. Dean drummed his fingers on the steering wheel while Sam curiously stared at his brother. He quickly looked back out the window and stared at the scenery as they zoomed by it. Night slowly turned into day and Dean still had nothing to say. Sam knew his brother better than anyone. He knew that Dean had to be freaking out over this. But he wasn't showing it.
"Are you gonna tell me about your dream?" Dean asked as he turned down the radio. Sam glanced over at his brother. He still had his eyes locked on the road and the scowl on Dean's face deepened.
"I saw her in a long white dress walking down an alley when something pinned her against a brick wall."
"Are you sure about this dream?"
"Yes," Sam said confidently. "I saw flashes of the ocean and the town name."
"Okay," Dean said and turned the volume back up. He didn't ask Sam anything else.
Sam turned down the radio down and stared at his brother. "Are you gonna be okay?"
"Yeah," Dean said. "Why wouldn't I be?"
"I know that you were pretty close to Buffy before she died," Sam said and Dean glared at his brother.
"We weren't that close," Dean said quickly and looked back at the road. "Can we not talk about her right now?"
"You haven't talked about her since-"
"Sunnydale," Dean cut off his brother.
"I miss her too," Sam said.
"No chick-flick moments," Dean said, with a small smile on his face.
"We're really not gonna talk about Buffy are we?" Sam said with a huff. "She was my friend, too." Dean quickly glanced over at his brother, cocking his right eyebrow.
"You had a crush on her?" Dean teased Sam. "Little Sammy had a crush on the Slayer." He chuckled.
"You had a thing for her too," Sam pointed out. "Don't worry she didn't even notice me, Dawn did." Dean grinned, knowing what Sam said was true. Buffy only saw Sam as a brother, but Dean, he was more than sure that she had a thing for him. Yeah, she denied it, constantly. But he could tell she was attracted to him, plus they also slept together a few times. They weren't officially together, but Dean wanted to. She was the first girl he felt something real for in a long time and the best part was he didn't have to lie to her.
To him Buffy was perfect, she didn't take his shit or anyone else's. She was always in charge and she knew what she was doing, if you needed a good solid plan you went to Buffy. She was the best warrior he knew. She really was perfect. After she died, he tried not to think about her. Dean even refused to stay in Sunnydale. He knew Dawn was taken care. The Scoobies didn't need the Winchesters to stick around. He didn't tell Sam, or anyone else this. But he was on the tower when she jumped. He heard Buffy say goodbye to her sister. She gave him a quick look, tears stained her cheeks and she smiled at him. Before he could stop her, she turned around, running towards the shimmering vortex and jumped.
Twelve hours passed and they were at another motel somewhere in-between to get some rest. Eight hours later they were back on the road and headed straight towards Marblehead. Sam stayed quiet from Ohio to Massachusetts and Dean didn't mind the quiet, he didn't want his brother pestering him with questions. Dean wasn't sure how he felt about running into Dawn Summers, if Sam's dream was even right. They haven't talk to each other in four years. What was he gonna say to her now? Hi, sorry to bother you but my brother had a dream about your dead sister? Yeah, that's gonna fly with the youngest Summers girl.
Dean pulled into the first the Diner that called out to him. He and Sam stepped out of the car and inside the restaurant, taking a booth all the way at the back. Dean slid in, with his back against the wall, so that he could face the entrance. Sam took the seat in front of him. An older woman walked over and placed two menus on the table, she looked frustrated.
"Your server will be over shortly," she huffed. "Once the cook stops flirting with her." Dean raised an eyebrow at the woman as she walked away. "Good there is a hottie working here." Sam just rolled his eyes. "I was about to kick myself in the ass for choosing this place."
"Dean, we should find Dawn," Sam said.
"I know, but I'm hungry and I'm sick of eating microwaveable meals from 7-Eleven," he said and looked down at the menu. "This place seems to have good food."
"I guess." Sam shrugged and glanced down at his menu.
"On it," Dean heard a very familiar female voice speak. He placed his menu back down on the table and watched as a petite blond waitress slowly walked out from behind the counter. She had her head down looking at her apron and pulled out a pad of paper from it, when she looked back up his heart nearly stopped beating. What the fuck? How? She's dead, Dean thought. Buffy died, this can't be her. But it was her, she looked older, but not that much older. Her blond hair was brighter and longer than her remembered. That was her alright, the way her hips swayed when she walked and the bounce she had in her step when she was happy. This was Buffy and she was clearly alive. Her sparkling green eyes met his and she stopped walking. Looking like a deer caught in heads lights, the white pad of paper slipped from her hands and plummeted to the ground, along with the pen.
Dean shot up from the booth, Sam set down the menu and watched his brother walk over to the attractive blond woman, he recognized almost immediately as Buffy Summers. Dean made slow steps over to Buffy, his jaw clenched, glaring daggers at her. He was beyond angry. She just stood there and stared at him, like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar. She gulped in air as he made his way over to her and stared into her eyes.
"We need to talk," he said through clenched teeth, snatching her slender arm in his hand and dragged her out of the diner. He had no idea what he was going to say to her, he was so mad, but happy that she was alive, thrilled even, but still fuming with her. He pulled her to the edge of the parking lot, close to the shoreline, so no one could hear them talk.
"Dean!" Sam called out to his brother with a confused look on his.
"Not now, Sammy," Dean spat out in anger. His eyes were locked firmly on Buffy.
"Buffy, you're alive? How?" Sam asked.
"That's what I'd like to know," Dean snapped.
"Hi, Sam," Buffy said with a sheepish smile on her face. Buffy tore her arm out of his grip and backed away from him rubbing her now shore, red arm. Sam rushed over to her and threw his arms around her, hugging her tightly. "I need air."
"Sorry," Sam said sheepishly and quickly let Buffy go. He was happy to see that she was alive, unlike Dean, who looked like he was about to tear her heart out.
"Are you two done having your girl moment?" Dean snapped viciously.
"I really can't explain this right now," Buffy said as she took in a deep breath and stared at Dean, anxiety and fear blanketed her face. She wrapped her arms around her body and looked away from Dean's glare. "I needed to get back to work." She glanced back over at Dean.
"Not until we talk, Buffy," Dean said hatefully.
"Can we do this later?" Her question sounded more like a plea.
"No," he said trying not to let his anger get the best of him. It was hard when the woman he thought to be dead was in fact alive and standing right in front of him. "You...you were dead."
"I know," she said softly.
"I know," he bitterly scoffed. "That's all you have to say. No explanation as to why you are standing right here in front of me instead of being six feet under?" He cocked his right eyebrow and glared at her.
"I don't have time for this right now," she sighed and moved past him. "I have to get back to work." Dean shot out his hand and grabbed her arm once again, stopping her before she could walk away from him. He spun her around so she could face him. He didn't care that should could hurt him with just a flick of her finger. It didn't even scare him that she could break all of his bones with a single punch. He just wanted to know why she didn't tell him she was alive. He wanted to know how this was even possible.
He watched her take a swan dive off the tower Glory's crazy minions built. He saw her body as it passed through the shimmering vortex. He saw her lay lifeless on a pile of rubble. God, he cared about that woman more than anything. It killed him when she died, it ate away at him every day that she wasn't around. He didn't tell anyone this, how he mourned for her for years. But he knew why she did what she had to do. Buffy died to save her sister, hell to save the world. If he were in her shoes he would have done the same thing. Right now he just wanted to understand why she didn't tell him she was alive?
"How long?" he said softly and stared deeply in to her green eyes that were on the verge of watering.
"How long what?" she asked trying to play dumb. She knew exactly what he was asking her. Buffy wasn't sure if she should tell him, it would only hurt him and as much as the man standing in front of her could royally piss off, the thought of causing him pain broke her heart.
"How long have you been alive?" Dean asked through clenched teeth.
Buffy took in a deep breath and looked at the deep blue ocean to her left. She didn't want to see his face when she told him the truth. "Four years last August," she said shamefully. Dean loosened his grip on her arm and let his hand fall to his side. He took a step back staring at her in disbelief. He couldn't grasp what she had just said to him. He shook his head and stared at her, he stamped back the tears that started to pool in his eyes. Anger ripped through him as the truth sunk in deeper, she wasn't even looking at him when she told him and that just made him even more pissed.
"Four fucking years," he hatefully spat out. "You've been alive for four years." His words were dripping with venom. Buffy still refused to look at him. Sam just stood there and stared at his brother and the Slayer, not knowing what he should say. But he just backed away giving his brother space. "You didn't have the balls to tell me!"
"I'm sorry," she said, keeping her eyes locked on the ocean. She knew that if she glanced over at him she would see the pain and anger in his eyes and she wasn't sure if she could handle seeing him like that. Instead of saying another word Buffy walked off, Dean stood there and watched as she stepped back inside the Diner.
Dean stormed in after her. He grabbed her arm again and forced her to look at him. His eyes were betraying him as a single tear slid down his cheek.
"Why didn't you tell me?" He yelled at the top of his lungs. Every single person in the Diner stared at them. Buffy's face burned bright red with embarrassment.
"Dean, I can't do this now?" she said softly, keeping her voice down so no one heard her.
"No, we are doing this now!" he snapped loudly. "You owe me that. You owe me a fucking good explanation!"
"Sir," Kenny said and tapped Dean on the shoulder. "I'm gonna have to ask you to leave." Dean clenched his jaw and balled his hands into a fist and punched Kenny in the face. The line cook fell back on his ass and stared up at Dean, completely stunned by what just happened.
"What the hell, Dean!?" Buffy snapped and helped Kenny off the ground. The manger of the diner stepped out of his office and glared at Buffy and Dean.
"Out now, the both of you?" He yelled at Buffy and Dean. "Buffy, don't come back." Buffy stared at him in disbelief. She couldn't believe he was firing her and it wasn't even her fault. She spun around and glared at Dean. None of this seemed to faze him in the slightest bit. The manger walked into the kitchen and then came back out with Buffy's jacket in his hand and threw it at her. She caught the wool coat with on hand. She tore off her apron, throwing it down on the ground and ran out of the Diner before Dean could stop her. She pulled her cars keys out of her pocket and jumped into her car. Dean ran after her, calling her name, but Buffy ignored him. She pulled her car in to reverse and sped out of the parking lot.
Dean jumped into his car without skipping a beat. Sam slid into the car just as Dean sped out after her. He was not done talking to her yet. Sam just looked at his brother, worry blanketed his face.
"How is Buffy alive?" Sam curiously asked. He was just as stunned as Dean was to see her.
"I don't know," he said evenly and sped down the street after her, running through every red light. "But I can bet my left nut that I'm gonna find out."
"Shouldn't you let her clam down first?" Sam said sheepishly, Dean glanced over at her brother, giving his classic are-you-kidding-me look. "She looked pissed when she left the Diner."
"Yeah, that's because I punched a guy and she got fired," Dean said, keeping his eyes locked on the speeding black Mustang in front of him. There was no way in Hell he was letting her get away, not without an explanation.
"You got her fired?" Sam glared at his brother.
"Look at the bigger picture here, Sammy," Dean said, "Buffy is alive and she didn't tell me or you. You can't tell me that you're not pissed."
"I guess," he said, keeping his eyes locked on Dean. "But there has to be a reason she didn't tell us."
"Are you kidding me?" Dean snapped.
"You're already taking her side," he said and quickly glared at his brother. "I know you two girls were 'BFFs' back in the day, but come on, you're not even hurt by what she did?"
"Of course I am," Sam quickly said. "But, I'm not gonna attack either. This is Buffy we're talking about. She doesn't do things like this to purposely hurt people."
"Yeah, cause she's so noble," Dean scoffed. "I bet her reason was so selfless." He rolled his eyes and followed closely behind Buffy as she made a right turn at a set of lights. "Because that's Buffy, Miss Self-sacrifice, doesn't care what anyone else thinks or how it will affect them. She just jumps into things." Sam curiously stared at his brother, watching his jaw clench and unclench. He could tell that Buffy being alive was messing with his head in a big way, but Dean would never admit to that.
"Dean, I think you should just back off for a while," Sam said evenly.
"Screw that," Dean said bitterly. "I'm not letting her off the hook." Dean slowed down as Buffy pulled into the driveway and stormed out of her car and rushed inside a white Victorian house by the ocean. He parked the car behind Buffy's and ran over to her front door. Sam let out a deep sigh and followed behind his brother. This was not going to end well.