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Title: Ludicrous Stories 29/100 TtH Prompt: #38 Legends Summary: Buffy is finally forced to tell her story. Ludicrous Stories Cameron looked over at Buffy after everyone sat down to wait. “How long until she rescues us?” “Depends on how many dimensions are between us and how long it takes her to gather all of the supplies, but no more than a day,” Buffy said. “A whole day here? Joy,” Vala said in disgust. “As long as we’ve got the time, how about an explanation about what happened in the alley before the ‘spell’?” Cameron said, giving Buffy and expectant look. “I don’t think you’re ready,” Buffy said. “Try me.” Buffy looked over at Daniel. “In all of your studies, have you ever come across stories about someone called the Slayer or the Protector?” His forehead creased as he went through all of his memories. “A few legends have mentioned a loner by those names coming to town and freeing them from evil. But they’re present throughout all the cultures and centuries, but they aren’t consistent. They’re all been dismissed because they were too ludicrous.” “What do the legends say exactly?” Buffy pressed. “It’s always a young female, usually in her early teens, with phenomenal speed and strength, and enhanced senses. After that there are inconsistencies. Some were said to use magic, others simple weapons, and the later stories mention a male travel companion. The stories tapered off in the dark ages.” “They aren’t just legends, they were real. Each and every one of those girls were chosen by destiny to fight. And they all died protecting the world.” “What are you saying? That you’re familiar with this legend?” Vala asked. “More than just familiar. I’m a part of it,” she said with a sad smile. “How?” Cameron asked. “I’m a slayer. Chosen at fifteen and have been fighting evil ever since. And I’m a legend in my own right.” Cameron laughed. “Fighting evil? Like what?” “Like the vampires in that alley.” “Those weren’t vampires.” “Why else did they explode into dust when I staked them?” She calmly asked. “Because they… well… I’ve got nothing. Daniel? Vala?” “I have never heard of these vampires,” Vala said looking at everyone in confusion. “They’re lesser demons. Dead bodies with a demon animating them. They survive by drinking blood,” Buffy explained. “The slayer line was created for the most part to kill them, but on occasion she kills other demons.” “And you’re a slayer?” Daniel asked. “Yes.” “Well, that explains a lot. Your proficiency with the sword, your fighting skills, your hearing abilities, and a dozen other little things,” Daniel said. “But what about the strength?” Cameron asked. Buffy got up and pointed to the boulder she had been leaning against. “Pick it up.” “I can’t…” “Pick it up,” she repeated. Cameron rolled his eyes, but got up and crossed to her. He bent down and tried to lift it. “I can’t. Satisfied?” She smiled and then picked it up as if it weighed nothing. Then she easily tossed it twenty feet. “How about that?” Something dark passed through Cameron’s eyes and he stalked back over to where he was sitting. Buffy sighed and sat back down, this time without her boulder to lean against. “You mentioned that you were a legend. Why?” Daniel asked, pulling his eyes away from the boulder and back to Buffy. “I’m the oldest living slayer on record. Most didn’t survive their first year, and those that did usually didn’t survive their eighteenth birthday. This is my eighth year. I’ve stopped more apocalypses…” “Apocalypses? As in ‘end of the world’?” “Yes, Daniel. You aren’t the only one who has saved the world. Your count runs a close second to mine.” “Why didn’t you tell us?” Cameron asked softly. It was easy to see the tension in his jaw. “What was I supposed to say? Hi, I’m Buffy the vampire slayer? You would have thought I was crazy. You were having enough problems accepting me without that,” Buffy said. “It’s not something everyone needs to know.” “But your friends back home know,” he accused. “Yes, but they’ve been there from almost the beginning,” she said softly. “I thought we were your friends, too!” “You are.” “Yeah? Well, suddenly it doesn’t feel like it. You could have trusted us with this,” he said, his entire body radiating tension. “I just did!” “No! You told us because you didn’t really have a choice not to. You could have told us because you wanted to,” he said, getting to his feet and walking away. He stopped next to the boulder she had thrown. Buffy looked over at Daniel and Vala to see a mixture of disappointment and pain in their faces. With tears in her eyes, she got up and walked in the opposite direction of Cameron to wait for Willow. Previous Chapter Buffygate Menu Next Chapter |
