4. Chapter 4
Declaimer on first chapter
A/N: People have been asking about who Buffy would receive her slayer powers… well, here it is. Also, as a warning, there is mild language used.
The more sand that has escaped from the hourglass of our life, the clearer we should see through it.
April 5, 1987
She was 15. Over half her life, she spent learning, absorbing information. Being raised on a farm also taught her many practical lessons.
Today was like any other day. Her uncle Mark was in the house, sleeping after a late night helping a mare birth a foal. The crops were being tended by the Archers and the Reveras.
She, as usual, was tending to the horses in the pastures. She liked the job. It was a nice break from all the mind numbing work her uncle usually gave her and school work.
She saddled up Lincoln, a young tan male arabian horse, and rode into the inner fields to give him a small workout. She expertly maneuvered through to rough terrain which included a variety of sharp hills and large boulders left over from an old quarry mill.
Then, after she managed to reach a small river that crossed over their property, she hopped off the saddle and a gently lead her horse toward the water. The horse lowered its head and drank noisily. She bent down, ran her fingers through Lincoln's mane and whispered softly into his ear.
She never hear the large black dog sneak up behind her. Never noticed as it slowly inched closer. Never noticed as it crouched close to the ground. Never noticed as it leaped toward her.
She certainly never noticed what the hell pushed her into the river.
The question that she would later ask was how? How can a dog sneak on a girl with her senses, her training?
Slowly, she regained her senses. She groaned and heaved her upper body into the sitting position. She rubbed her aching head in a feeble attempt to hopefully dispel the pain. Unsurprisingly, she was unsuccessful.
"Child." a fatherly voice said.
Buffy's head jerked and, instantly alert, catalogued her surrounding. Turned out, there wasn't much to catalogue. There was a single light illuminated everything within a 5 foot radius around her with her squarely in the middle. The floor was barren and pearly white. Beyond visible surface was pitch black.
"Who are you?" She asked not so kindly.
"That is not important. What matters most is you."
She narrowed her eyes. "Why am I the most important, oh disembodied voice?"
"You are Chosen."
"I'm chosen for what, exactly?"
"Ok, look old man, I couldn't care less for all this 'destiny' crap. Tell me what the hell in going on!" Buffy said angrily.
"It was fated to be, so it shall be done." the Voice said contentedly.
Buffy, already pissed off, was going to tell the 'wonderfully helpful voice' to explain what he meant when something unexpected happened.
Her body stiffened and she fell to her knees. She gasped as a sudden pressure made it exponentially hard to breathe. Her eyes bulged out as her hands grabbed tightly over the t-shirt over her chest. She bend over forward, attempting to somehow fill her aching lungs with air.
After a few minutes, the pressure began to fade and, once again, she was able to breathe normally.
"Wha- what did you do to me?!"
"It was fated to be, so it shall be done." the voice repeated.
"Enough of all your damn riddles! Tell me what you did!"
"I have given you a gift. The strength of an ox, sense of smell of a bloodhound, speed of a cheetah, memory of a elephant, eyes of an eagle, the grace of a prowling lion. The best traits your world has to offer. "
"Okaay. Is this some kind of joke?"
"No." the Voice said.
"Well then, I want to return your freaky 'best traits of the animal kingdom' gift."
"It was fated to be, so it shall be done." the voice said again, stressing each word like he was talking to a child.
"Enough of that! It got annoying the first time you said that, oh irritating one."
"I merely tell the truth." he said evenly.
"Well, take it back! I don't want it!"
"There is no possible avenue you could take to rid yourself of my gift."
"What? Come on!" she whined.
"The power that I have placed onto you has merged with your 'self'. The incorporeal essence that makes you human. Also, even if you pass away, the gift shall remain with you."
She opened her mouth then thought better of it and closed it. She breathed deeply before proceeding to speak again. "Okay, I give up. Will you at least tell me your name? I mean, you messed with my 'essence'. I deserve that at least."
Her eyes widened as watched a smoking white shadow slowly appeared from the darkness. It stood over 6 feet from the floor. The shadow solidified, revealing a figure of a young man, no more than 18 years old. Pasty white skin stood fast against his coal black hair and dark brown eyes. He looked at her with a curious gaze, then bent down to her eye level. "I have no name."
"Really? Why not?" Buffy asked a little surprised.
"I have existed for a long time. My memory, as great as it may be, has long ago robbed me of my name."
"Well, if you don't have one, pick another." she suggested.
"Pick another? I do not know of any name that would suit me." he replied unsure.
"Ok…Well, why not Dakota? Its' literal meaning is allies and, since you are the man with all the answers and I'm the one with the super abilities, why not be allies?"
"Dakota… I find that name pleasing." the newly christened Dakota said, a small smile spreading across his face.
"I thought you might. Now, you mind answering a couple more questions from me?"
"Well first of all, how am I going to explain everything to my uncle?"
"You may not speak of my gift to anyone. It will simply complicate things." he said sternly.
Buffy raised an eyebrow. "Are you telling me to lie to everyone when I do something freaky? "
"I will instruct you on how to control and conceal your gift. I will also act as you guide from now on. "
"Ok then, with that out of the way, how about you tell me where the hell I am."
"This is a void. The space between atoms. This place, the ground on which we sit upon, is beyond your grasp. Too complicated for you present mind to comprehend."
She narrowed her eyes thoughtfully. "Are you trying to say one day I will?"
Dakota smiled faintly. "Yes. With my guidance of course."
She snorted then smiled in return.
April 5, 1987
Beep. Beep. Beep.
The steady sound of a heart monitor echoed in her ears. Her head throbbed, pounding like a drum. She couldn't think straight.
She groaned as she opened her eyes and her vision flooded with light. She quickly decided to close them. She could feel a figure shift beside her. She recognized it.
It was Uncle Mark.
"Hey, kiddo. How you feelin'?" he said softly with a hint of worry in his voice.
"Besides the headache, just great." she replied sarcastically. She opened her eyes for a second time and this time got a good look around. She was in the hospital.
She looked at her uncle questionably.
"That's good." after a small pause, he continued, "Ken, do you know what happened?"
Reluctantly, she shook her head.
He leaned in and touched their foreheads and closed their eyes. "Ken, Lincoln came racing like mad into the barn. The old boy nearly killed himself with all the violent jumps he did. He, after he got my attention, raced back out of the barn and on that dangerous trail I told you to be careful on. Luckily, Mollie was already saddled so I simply hopped on and followed him."
He paused. He reached over and grabbed her hand. He squeezed it tightly. "I saw you face down in the water. I pulled you out and you weren't breathing. You weren't breathing."
She felt her Uncle shutter violently. He continued.
"I-I thought I lost you. I was so scared. I-I did CPR. It took a couple tries but then finally you started breathing on your own… but you were still so pale. You were so cold, as cold as the water I found you in. I raced you to the hospital and here we are." He said the last sentence with a small smile.
Buffy was quiet. After a few minutes she raised her head and addressed her uncle. "Can we go home? I don't wanna stay here."
Mark let out a roaring laugh. "Ah…your dislike of hospitals hasn't gone away, eh? Well, I'm sorry Kenn, your gonna have ta stay a while longer." His smile dimmed slightly. "I need to make sure you're ok. So, will you bear it until the docs clear you to leave? Please? For me?"
Buffy smiled slightly and nodded.
"Get some sleep, kiddo. I stay right here to shield you from the 'evil doctors'."
“We don't actually fear death, we fear that no one will notice our absence, that we will disappear without a trace.”
― T.S. Eliot
A/N: I hope y'all enjoy it. BTW, is anyone else glad the election is over with? I sure am. Finally, I'll explain the history of this slayer line later in the story.