Its just another day at the Hellmouth
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Chapter 1 SunnyDale, Cal USA
I have walked the paths: the shadowed roads
that led to terror's breast. I have plumbed the depths of
Hatred's womb and scaled Destruction's crest.
For every secret left unveiled, for every power learned,
I'd sell the remnants of my soul, regardless how it burned.
And still I sought a higher wisdom few could have attained.
'Though I found it, it would leave - broken, damned and drained.
For now I find this power gained is more unto a curse.
My spirit burns with every spell and each irreverent verse.
Despite this strength and knowledge earned, I have paid a heavy toll,
Never should've traded power for my own immortal soul.
- C. Vincent Metzen
The moment I said 'Yes' to this mission I knew I was damned, I had to rescue a human
girl-child from her own sister, granted 'she' was ten and six, but she acted like a spoiled
brat. But as I watched her interaction with her sister and her sisters 'friends' I understood
and I sympathized with her, her sister was horrible to her, if one can possibly be overprotective
and ignore the one person they should protect, I shook my head.
This 'key' this 'girl' had been breeched before, I could feel it around her, bad things have happened
to her in the past that sucked out all the fun things in her life, she wanted to be important to her
big sister, slayer or not. Dawn Summers wanted to be just like her sister. This Buffy and her friends,
couldn't see that and I saw it in a matter of a week, watching them interact.
Living on this 'Hellmouth' could I get these people to trust me as a friend?? My thoughts were
answered for me a couple of days later, tis was midnight, Buffy was patroling the cemetary, I
followed the Slayer, to make sure she gets home on time to be with Dawn. I was high up in a tree
that bordered the cemetary. I saw a hideous monster, I curse in my language, it was a monster from
my world. I had no choice but to help now. Standing up on the branch I got a better look at the monster
"SHIT!!" This was no ordinary monster, this was a Ventar the Unholy, found in Baal's Throne of destruction.
He 'Baal' must have heard of my mission and sent this batch of ugliness to accomindate
the 'key'. I growled and jumped out of the tree and ran towards the unexpected Slayer.
Pushing her aside I stood there, waiting for its next move.
This monster is a bitch to kill in my world, but not impossible. Dropping into a fighting stance,
I waited, as my shadow warrior, took over, drawing the beast into my trap. I grinned evilly as
the monster stepped into the range of my sentry, bolts of electrity shot from my trap, making
the beast numb with a painful shock. It didn't kill it, but thats what I wanted, giving it no time
to move I sprung into my charge up attack and into my finishing move. I had no emotions for this
beast, for all it did was kill......jerking back from it, I slashed downward with my claws, striking
the Ventar, across its massive chest. Then for my final attack I slashed across its chest.
With its last foul breath, it collasped, I hissed as it fell. I had forgotten about the slayer standing
nearby, I glanced over at her, all she had was a pointy wooden stake, I could have laughed out
loud if I thought it was funny, but it wasn't, she wouldn't have lasted ten seconds with the Ventar, for
they were known for its speed, any newbie would have know that in my world, strike it first before
it struck you, and ask questions after it was dead.
I stared at the slayer, I could feel the blood that had smeared across my body, it was dripping from my claws.
"Next time slayer pay more attention, next time, it won't be a Ventar."
Her eyes narrowed, "Are you going to fight me next, cause if you are, I'm ready!!"
I could have rolled my eyes at her, for being the legendary slayer, she is still naive, Hellmouth or
not I still am the same age as her, and still fought more dangerous demons in my world than
she has and she was called at the age of 16, but I felt pity for this slayer, the killings over the years
had harden her heart to the one person that needed her the most, and that was Dawn.
I studied this slayer, even though I have seen her all this week, I never took the oppurtunity to actually
study her. Petite, about 5'4, with long blonde hair, and blue eyes, she did look fragile, but looks could be
deciving. Me on the other hand, I was petite, but I was an inch shorter, with short blonde hair and brown
eyes. The scary thing is I am the same age as their key, Dawn, 16 years for half of that, I have been fighting
being taught by my clan, the Viz-Jaq'taar, I was cold-hearted in battle so I ended up with the nickname, Blackxoul.
I was jerked out of my brooding when the slayer decide to move, jerked from my musing is never a good
thing, because my mind is not exactually in charge, I reacted. Trying not to hurt the slayer, for she still
had work to do here, I jump up and landed on a gravestone, I perched there, "Slayer!! I'm not here to
fight you nor your friends."
That stopped her in mid-attack, 'Good shes not completely stupid.' Keeping the stone between us I,
watched her movements, "I'm was just trying to help, thats it slayer."
She cocked her head at me, "Where you sent here from Angel??"
"Angel??" I shook my head, "Never heard of him."
Her eyes held disapointment.
Great, its going to be one of those meetings, looking at Buffy, "Who is this Angel?"
Her eyes snapped back up to mine, "Angel is a vampire, that has his soul back."
That was short and definitely pointless, "And he helps the innocent."
I practically rolled my eyes at her, "Wasn't there a dumb blonde syndrome here??"
Not to offend any of my Amazon friends. But this slayer takes that award.
As she stood there babbling away I cleaned the blood from my weapons and put them
back in place, shaking my head, this is the slayer?? I knew she fought better that she talks
but my mission is to help and protect the Key, not to hurt anyone here.
"HEY YOU??" I looked up annoyed at the perky slayer, "Yes?"
"You want to come and met my friends?"
I nodded, "Sure, why not."
As we walked beyond the graves, it brought back memories from my seconded mission as an assassin.
When I fought Blood Raven, for she was turned, one of the great leaders of the Rogues, or a tribe of amazons turned
into that monster. I was brought out of my thoughts by the slayer, "So whats your name??"
"Oh, mines Buffy."
I gave her a small smile, 'Duh, I knew that.'
But I sighed I don't hate her, its just so hard for me to be perky and nice, when
there are so much evil in my world, this world make me wary. She lead me to her
home, and into the front door. My hell has just started, there were more slayers or I should say future slayers, about
20 of them in this two-story home. Plus Buffy's watcher, Giles, then the rest of her friends, which
I already knew of, Xander, Willow, Andrew, and Dawn. There was an insouled vampire by the name
of Spike and I thought there was only Angel that had a soul. They were as wary with me as I was
with them. But I had my mission, to protect Dawn........I nodded to each as Buffy introduced me,
When it came to Dawn though I bowed deeply, showing my respects to this girl, us assassins don't
honor someone like that for nothing.
Getting Dawn away from her would not be easy, for one, there was a vampire present, 20 inexperienced
slayers and one that has been in the business for a LONG time. There was strong magic, that was colliding
with mine, and that would be.........ah yes, Buffy's friend Willow. I did make a promise to my order, not to kill
anyone on this world, but this does keep getting better and better.
A/N History of the Assassins; The Viz-Jaq'taar, the Order of the Mage Slayers sole purpose was to police the
mage clans, destroying corruption, wherever they found it. They draw their power from within, not from external
forces, could easily mask demonic interfence, Assassins maintain the purest, most focused minds.
The Order would not employ the magic arts directly; rather, they would use ingenious devices and enchanted items
to battle those possessing great magical powers. To further their campaign against demonic corruption, they
concentrated on honing the natural abilities of their bodies, both physical and mental.