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The Impossible Girl

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This story is No. 1 in the series "The Slayers of Dune Book IV". You may wish to read the series introduction first.

Summary: Five hundred years after the resurrection of the Slayers, Buffy Summers returns to Dune. Crossover with the Alien vs Predator crossover series at http://www.tthfanfic.org/Series-2599

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Literature > Sci-Fi > DunenedwardsFR131521,1680195,6491 Jan 1313 Feb 13Yes

chapter 13

All characters from the Dune Universe are property of the Frank Herbert Estate. All characters from the Buffyverse are Property of Joss Whedon. Everything else belongs to me.






“The Earth, in the beginning, was not a paradise. It was a Hell. Creatures not spawn of nature, the Old Ones, warred among themselves as easily we breathed. When they died, their essence persisted outside of time, immune to decay or corruption waiting for the day of resurrection.”

-R. Giles










She entered the small stone room that held the child. Trinity looked up at Buffy then went back to playing with her toys. Buffy watched her as she sat on the bed. Trinity played at her feet. She smiled. It had been centuries since she was able to allow her soul be captured by the innocence of a child playing on a warm summer afternoon.

“Sweetie.” She said. “We need to talk.” Trinity looked up at her and stared blankly for a moment. She put her toys away and sat on the bed next to Buffy. She had questions. Buffy remembered telling her long ago about the Great Old Ones and the horror they held for every living thing. The Old Ones were the original inhabitants of the Earth. They were a vast and unstoppable evil. They were malevolent power on a godlike scale. They were captured and imprisoned in the Deeper Well. Five hundred years ago the Slayers of Dune destroyed them. Now someone was trying to bring them back. Something occurred to Buffy.

“Who put the Old Ones in the Deeper Well?” That disturbed her. Who had the power to contain the ultimate evil? Something else occurred to her as well.

“Just how stupid are these people?” She thought. The Old Ones are dangerous. If the Old Ones returned to the world then trillions of people would die. She refused to live through that again.

“I spent years in a timeline that never existed raising Liam.” She thought. “I watched as the Old Ones ate entire planets.” She shivered despite the Arrakis heat. “Do you know what they made of you?” Buffy asked.

“They made me a monster.” Trinity answered. Her voice was soft and high pitched. “I woke up in a lab, here underground.”

“What are you?” Buffy asked her.

“I am a unicorn.” Trinity answered. “I am a creature from myth. I am born and I die ten thousand times a day. I have worlds in my head. I am an ocean. Parts of me are the black deep. I am wide. I live seven lives at once. “Buffy had heard that before.

“The words of Illyria before I killed her.” Buffy was disturbed. She decided to help Trinity understand what she had become.

“They build you using the genes of monsters.” She said. Upon saying it, Buffy realized how wrong that sounded. The Old Ones were born fully formed from the spirit source of the slayers. They were seduced and made evil by the Senior Partners billions of years ago.

“So where did they get these genes from?” Buffy asked herself. “Whose genes are these?”

As if on cue, she began to dream. She was not a slayer of old. She didn’t need to be asleep to process what her senses were telling her. The Destroyer was speaking to her as he had done to every slayer since he had left a part of himself with the Dark Men to be used in the protection of the world. The vision blossomed into a high definition image of Angel standing over a great and ugly machine that flashed silver and green light. In the center of the machine was a young girl that was the avatar of a living god.

“I know her!” Buffy thought. She was shocked. The girl in the machine was Mesektet, one of the dark totems of the Ra-Tet. She was a being composed entirely of the dark void of space.

“She’s dead!” Buffy thought. “She was killed by the Powers-That-Be.” In the last days of the third Arrakis Emperor, the Powers-That-Be had waged war against the Slayers of Dune. Some of the Powers rebelled. There was a civil war. In the end both Liam and Mesektet were destroyed.

“What the hell is Angel doing?” Buffy thought as she watched him move around in her vision. She watched as Angel walked up behind a beautiful young woman and sink his teeth into her. She gasped audibly as Angel turned. The young woman was Cordila Chase. Angel dropped the body to the floor and grabbed his head in agony. Buffy could tell that there was power in the blood. She could feel it. The air in front of Angel shimmered. Someone appeared. It was tall, humanoid, with vaguely unformed features. The Destroyer spoke a single word to her.

“Engineers” It said.

The scene shifted to one of a primeval Earth. The ships of the Engineers hung over a cursed and blasted land. She could see that they were seeding the Earth with artificial lifeforms built molecule by molecule from the dust of the earth. Suddenly Buffy knew. The Old Ones here didn’t have genes but that was not true everywhere in the multiverse. Someone somewhere had built Old Ones using genes that encoded for magic and they brought those genes here.

“So who’s building these monsters?” She thought. Her vision faded. Trinity was staring at her.

“You were bigger than your head.” Trinity said.

“Huh?” said Buffy.

“Just now, you expanded. I could see the other worlds touching you.” Trinity said. It was evident. She was still an Old One. She could see the influence of higher dimensions.
Trinity stood. “I remember being human.” She said. “I want to be human but I don’t know if I can.” Trinity stopped then looked up. “They are here.” She said.


Outside a fireball fell across the sky. Buffy could see it through the window of Trinity’s room. She grabbed the girl and ran outside. Buffy stood at the observation deck with Trinity and others from the chapterhouse. The fireball crashed a hundred meters from them. Metallic shapes rose from the sand. The air filled with the smell of fire and burning oil.

“I know these guys.” Buffy said. “I’ve dealt with them before.” She watched the shapes rise from the sands. The Machines of the Synchronized Worlds, at the behest of the Mother Superior, had arrived to collect Trinity.
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