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Scenes From a Spyglass

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Summary: In a world where daemons are the outward manifestation of your soul, the fact that vampires don't have daemons should make things easier. Right?

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Literature > Fantasy > His Dark MaterialsOxnateFR1824,103091,3092 Jun 1412 Jun 14Yes

Scenes From a Spyglass

Scenes From a Spyglass

by Oxnate

Do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or His Dark Materials (Golden Compass, etc.)

A collection of scenes of how things might have been slightly different if Buffy had taken place in the HDM universe.



Scenes From a Spyglass (AKA Chapter 1)

Buffy could tell she was being followed. Whomever it was was stepping carefully but forgot about their dæmon’s footsteps. Something hard and hoof-like, but small. She skipped around the corner and up and out of sight.

A man and his pig dæmon came around the corner. They looked baffled at having lost her, right up until the point where she spun down from the pole she’d been balancing on and knocked the guy on his back.

“Oof.” the man cried out as he landed. “Is there a problem, ma'am?”

Phillip, in his lynx form, fell on the back of the man’s dæmon. The pig let out a squeal of pain and fright. “Ow, ow. Get it off, get it off!” the pig whined.

“Yeah, there's a problem. Why are you following me? Phillip, stop biting her... for now.” the squealing stopped.

“I know what you're thinking. But as you can see,” he gestured over to where their dæmons were still entangled, “I don't bite.” Since vampires don’t have dæmons, he couldn’t possibly be a vampire.

“Don’t you know it’s rude to stalk young girls at night?” But she backed off and let him up. Phillip jumped off the pig and padded over to her side, transforming back down to the size of a house cat. A shadow that had been edging out from behind a dumpster retreated.

The man stood up and started brushing himself off. “Truth is, I thought you'd be taller, or bigger muscles and all that. You're pretty spry, though.” he hinted at things he might know.

“What do you want?” Buffy asked impatiently.

“The same thing you do.”

“Okay. What do I want?”

“To kill them. To kill them all.”

“Sorry, that's incorrect. But you do get this lovely watch and a year's supply of bacon.” she looked threateningly at the pig dæmon. “What I want is to be left alone!” she started to walk away.

“Do you really think that's an option anymore? You're standing at the Mouth of Hell. And it's about to open.” That was enough to stop her. He pulled out a box and tossed it to her. “Don't turn your back on this. You've gotta be ready.”

Buffy caught the box. “What for?”

“For the Harvest.”

“Who are you?”

“Let's just say... I'm a friend.” the man said as he and his dæmon started to walk away.

“Yeah, well, maybe I don't want a friend.” Buffy called at his back.

“I didn't say I was yours.” he said mysteriously.



Giles began his speech. “This world is older than any of you know. Contrary to popular mythology, it did not begin as a paradise. For untold eons demons walked the Earth. They made it-

“Wait. I thought dæmons are good. You’re good. Right, Matthew?”

“Of course.” her dæmon was currently a raven.

“Not dæmons. Demons. D-E-M-O-N-S. There is no ligature.” Giles said, exasperated. “And none of them had a dæmon. Now where was I?”

“For untold eons.” at least Phillip was paying attention, he was in the form of a chihuahua, on Buffy’s lap at the moment.

Giles nodded his thanks to Buffy’s dæmon. “Right. For untold eons demons walked the Earth. They made it their home, their- their Hell. But in time they lost their purchase on this reality. The way was made for mortal animals, for- for man and our dæmons. All that remains of the old ones are vestiges, certain magicks, certain creatures.”

“And vampires.” Buffy added.

Xander managed to only freak out a little. “Okay, this is where I have a problem. See, because we're talking about vampires. We're having a talk with vampires in it.”

“Isn't that what we saw last night?” Willow asked.

Buffy tried sarcasm. “No. No, those weren't vampires, those were just guys in thundering need of a facial. Or maybe they had rabies. It could have been rabies. A-and that guy turning to dust? Just a trick of light. And their dæmons? Just hiding. That's exactly what I said the first time I saw a vampire. Well, after I was done with the screaming part.”

“Oh, I- I need to sit down.” Willow said.

“You are sitting down.” Buffy pointed out.

“Oh. Good for me.” Willow said in a daze.

“So vampires are demons, no ‘A’?” Xander asked.

“Right. A lack of a dæmon is one of the better ways to spot a vampire.” Giles agreed. “Some other ways include...”



Buffy examined the lock on the door at the back of the mausoleum. She heard someone behind her.
“I don't suppose you've got a key on you?”

“They really don't like me dropping in.” Mr. Mysterious said.

“Why not?”

“They really don't like me.”

It was Phillip who spoke from the lid of one of the tombs. He had taken the form of a badger for traveling through the tunnels. “Oh dear. How could that possibly be?”

The man ignored her dæmon. “I knew you'd figure out this entryway sooner or later. Actually, I thought it was gonna be a little sooner.”

“Sorry you had to wait. Okay. Look, if you're gonna be popping up with this Cryptic Wise Man act on a regular basis, can you at least tell us your names?”

“Angel. This is Mary.” Angel said.

“Pretty names.” Buffy turned to contemplate the tunnels.

“Don't... go down there.” Angel begged.

Buffy scoffed. “Deal with my going.”

“You shouldn't be putting yourself at risk. Tonight is the Harvest. Unless you can prevent it, the Master walks.” Angel informed her.

“Well, if this Harvest thing is such a suckfest, why don't you stop it?”

“Cause I'm afraid.” Angel admitted.

“Shouldn’t your dæmon be a chicken then?” Buffy turned and kicked open the door to the tunnels.

“They'll be expecting you.” warned Angel.

Buffy wheeled on him. “I've got a friend down there. Or at least a potential friend. Do you know what it's like to have a friend?”

Angel lowered his eyes.

“That wasn't supposed to be a stumper.” Buffy waited for a moment before turning to enter the tunnels.

“When you hit the tunnels head east towards the school. That's where you're likely to find them.” Angel at last gave some useful advice.

“You gonna wish me luck?”

“Good luck!” Mary squeaked eagerly. She was quelled by a look from Angel. Angel waited until Buffy and her dæmon were gone to whisper, “Good luck.” He turned to his dæmon and spoke in a normal voice. “See? It’s much more dramatic that way.”



“They're close.” Phillip said.

“How can you tell?” Xander’s dæmon, Nicole asked. She was in the form of a small, yellow lab. She could smell death and decay everywhere but couldn’t smell Jesse anywhere.

“No more rats.” Phillip pointed out.

As they turned the next corner, they spotted a pair of legs wearing Jesse’s shoes.

“Jesse!” Xander raced to his friend’s side.

“Oh, no!” Buffy said, fearing the worst.

Jesse jumped up as soon as Xander reached him.

“J-J-Jesse!” Xander said as he helped his friend to his feet.

“Xander!” Jesse exclaims before the hug.

“Where’s Elizabeth?” Nicholas asked. Jesse’s dæmon spent a lot of time in the form of a lamb and was every bit as cute and stupid as the real thing, but he never went far from his human, just like any other dæmon.

“Dammit. It’s so hard to fake a dæmon.” Jesse said as he vamped out and bit down on Xander’s neck.

As fast as Buffy was, Nicole was faster. Transforming from a small lab to a giant great dane, she leapt and hit Jesse in the face with her giant paws, knocking him away from Xander.

Buffy help the dazed Xander to his feet. “Run!” she ordered. Both of the dæmons growled at the demon before taking off after their humans.

“Don’t you know it’s rude to have your dæmon attack someone?” Jesse called out after them.

“You have to be a someone for that to apply.” Buffy called back even as she ran. Up ahead in the tunnels, yellow eyes glowed in the gloom. “Crap. This way.” she pulled Xander along.

Twenty feet into the next tunnel, a vampire blocked the way. A shadow dropped from the ceiling onto him, turning into a giant, black tiger, then tearing its head off before melting back into shadow.

“Did that just-?” Xander began.

“Run now. Questions later.” Buffy said as she dragged him forward and through the pile of dust that had recently blocked their way.



After a suitably dramatic escape from the sewers, Buffy helped Xander reach the hospital and medical attention.

“Okay. What the heck was that?” Xander asked from his hospital bed. He had several IVs pumping fluids into him, but the doctors assured him he would be just fine. Nicole had shrunk into a lamb and was laying on Xander’s stomach, being petted.

“What was what?” Buffy tried playing innocent.

“That giant, black, shadow, cat-thing.” Xander sputtered.

“I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about. You were practically delirious with blood loss.”

Xander just stared.

“Fine.” Buffy checked the room for stray doctors, nurses, and dæmons then closed the door. “You’re both sworn to secrecy though, got it?”

“Got it.” they both said.

“Come on out, Sarah.”

A shadow detached itself from under the bed and grew until it was the size of a black panther.

“This is Sarah. She’s the Slayer dæmon, passing from one Slayer to the next as they’re called.”

Sarah just growled.

“Did I mention she doesn’t like people knowing about her? She doesn’t talk, but she seems to understand just fine.” Buffy said as Sarah melted back into the shadows.

“Wow, bodies moving without dæmons and now someone with two. This had got to be the weirdest day ever.” Xander exclaimed.
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