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It had taken Buffy near on nine days to make it to the last place she had ever seen her father. Dusk had only just set in when she arrived and what she found pushed her to tears. The house they had called home for months was in ruin, ash and rubble littered the ground. Sifting through the mess Buffy knew by the stages of decaying wood and debris that the house had lain this way for a long time. Her fathers whereabouts or existence was unknown.

Vampires.

The growl that escaped Buffy's lips as she walked was deep. She had vowed a long time ago to kill Angelus for what he had done to her mother and if harm were to ever come to her father, his death would be a slow and painful one.

She needed a plan and she needed help.

One way or another she would have justice and revenge.

That's why she was heading east. To find him.

After her mother had been taken her father, and she traveled around the countryside searching for answers. Searching for help. It was futile. No one dared fight the beasts that plagued the night, but Buffy had come to realized just how connected her father was. He had powerful friends and the one who had the most power was a man by the name of Rupert Giles. Buffy hadn't exactly met the man himself or seen his power in action, but her father had told her many years ago about the part Rupert had played in the vampires war when it had spilled into his lands and destroyed his home and family, wife and child included.

She needed help and Rupert Giles was the man she would need if she where to ever stand a chance at trying to kill Angelus and Drusilla.

A brush of cold air whipped across Buffy's face, breaking her from her musings with another shiver, goosebumps rising up her arms and back. The cloak she wore was folded tighter around herself. It was getting unbearably colder now. The nights lasting longer, the chill and dampness in the air seemed to always cling to her.

God I hate winter.

Buffy's parents had taught her many skills starting from when she was only five years old. Things that a young child shouldn't know. She knew how to survive on her own, not something a lady should know, but with only a father to raise her at the impressionable age of nine she knew many things women should not. She knew how to track and hunt down her prey, knew how to fight with a blade and was quite proficient in hand to hand combat and also had some skill in archery. Buffy had never questioned learning the skills at a young age as it always seemed like a new fun game to play, but it wasn't until Drusilla had spoken those words in the marketplace that her mother had sat her down and explained what they actually meant..

Things seemed to become a lot more serious after that.

"Pulsatus and Electus mean touched and chosen, it's what I am, what we are. There's something special in our blood sweetheart, it makes us different. There are things in this world that mean us great harm and it's my-our job to get rid of them. To keep precious little girls like you safe."

"Am I Pul-tatoes too?"

"Pulsatus."

Buffy would never forget the sound of her fathers chuckle at her mispronunciation. He had the warmest laugh. The kind of laugh that tickled at the edges of your eyes and just made you melt and feel safe. That was home to her.

"Y-you have my blood running in your veins so it's most likely that you are. We won't know for a few years yet, it will happen when you're eighteen. You will feel such power rush through you, breathe and smell things you've never smelt before. You will be able to hear and run better, aim and fight stronger."

"And if I'm not pul-satus."

"That won't make you any less special."

"There are bad things in this world Elizabeth and it is our job as your parents to make sure that you are capable of fighting them."

A smack to the shoulder broke Buffy from her thoughts, glancing up into the figure of the owner her stomach dropped.

Riley.

Shit!

He didn't seem to notice her at first, just kept walking, eyes fixed on his men in the distance. Buffy wasn't taking any chances. Her pace quickened, pushing and rushing through the crowd of the towns square and ducking down a side alleyway. If she could just make it back into the woods and undercover.

Shit..... Shit, shit shit!

A shadow blocked her exit and when she made an abrupt about-face and turned to rush back the way she had just come she found herself surrounded and once again taken captive.

Great. Just great!

So here she was, two days later tied to a tree freezing her ass off as Riley and his stupid soldiers sat around a nice warm fire not too far from away from her. Close enough to see her, but not enough to warm her.

Assholes.

They were taking her back to Angelus.

A growl and grumble left Buffy as she swung her gaze back around.

They could try.

Like hell she was ever going back there!

They had stripped her of her weapons and taken the bow and arrows sheathed in her quiver, the one her mother had handmade when she was nine as well as the hidden blades she kept tucked into her coat. When Riley's hands had lingered too long at Buffy's crutch during the search she had spat in his face.

Not the smartest of moves I'll admit. I got a punch in the gut for that one. Don't worry though, I managed to get in a few punches of my own before Riley delivered a blow to the back of my head knocking me out.

The rustling in the trees is what had woken Buffy from another restless dream, her bite mark burning. Staring out into the woods she saw nothing but blackness. Something was out there, the hairs on her arms standing on edge, neck tingling with an unknown presence lingering beyond her sight.

The men had been thorough in their search for weapons and had taken all but one. Casting a hesitant glance back around the tree to which she was bound Buffy saw her captors sleeping near the warm fire they had lit, only one guard stood watch.

Typical.

She thought with a roll of her eyes. Teeth chattering, fingers numb and cold as ice to the touch it was quite a struggle for Buffy to reach into her left boot where she had hidden a small blade. With a triumphant grin moments later she pulled it free.

There was another rustle in the darkness making her heart race. Breath quickening she began to work at her restraints, muffling a cry of pain when she felt a prick in her palm and a sting rush through its center before the blade become warm and slick with blood. Another scar to add to her body. Buffy was a little more hesitant after that.

The rustling continued and her heart raced faster.

Something was coming and she planned on being long gone before it arrived.

Finally free of her restraints Buffy cast a furtive gaze around the tree. The guard on watch was staring across the woods, eyes narrowed, hand on the sword at his side. Buffy scanned the camp grounds and after a few moments of searching located her weapons discarded, she frowned, 'willy nilly' as her father liked to say at the haphazardly discarded manner in which they had been thrown on the ground near the fire. They would prove difficult to reach with three more guards sleeping not five feet away.

But not impossible.

With lips pressed tightly together she plotted. The guard on watch would be the first to take down. Steal his sword and kill the three other guards near the fire and grab the rest of her weapons to then kill Riley. Yes Riley was the first on Buffy's hit list.

She made it about four feet before a sharp prick in her back halted any further movements. The blade cut through the leather of her top and the trickle of warm blood dripping down her spine had her frozen, heart clenched.

Buffy took a sharp intake of breath and her stomach dropped.

"And where do you think you're going?

Tense and straight she raised her arms into the air in defeat, eyes scanning the now silent woods.

"Stretching my legs." Buffy peered over her shoulder at him. "Being tied to that tree for the last four hours freezing my ass off has done hell on my legs and not to mention my back."

She spoke softly, trying to edge forwards. Just a few more steps and she would be within reach of her weapons. The other guards were all awake now, alert and watching on in interest.

"Ah ah ah." Riley slashed down with his sword and the scream that escaped Buffy's lips had sleeping birds scattering from their nests with a flutter of wings and squawks. She didn't need to see her back to know that there was now a huge slice in it.

Couldn't just stay quite could you. Had to open your big mouth.

"We can't have that now, can we. He's been looking for you for a very long time." Riley laughed watching as she fell to the ground with a gasp, eyes tearing as she struggled to crawl forward on the ground. The other guards standing watch and smiling. "You're his favorite you know." He nodded to his men who came to flank Buffy on either side, pinning her face down on the dirt, back open and bleeding for Riley's viewing.

No! Please no!

Riley motioned for his men to pick her up into a standing position, arms outstretched as he pulled at the whip attached to his belt. The fear in her eyes made him grin, but she couldn't help it, her back was on fire and she could already feel herself becoming weak from blood loss. Riley smirked watching her struggle before he lashed out, whip cracking down on Buffy's back.

She told herself not to scream, but again another yell broke from her lips with a hoarse and pain filled cry. Body betraying mind. Tears spilled from Buffy's eyes profusely hearing Riley moan as he delivered another blow to her back. Riley loved pain just a little too much.

No amount of telling herself that she was stronger, better, to stop crying and that she had power and strength on her side now could pull her from feeling like that scared and alone child sitting in the dark dungeon she was in at the beginning.

"Your mother isn't dead you know." Buffy could hear the smirk in his voice as her breath stopped. "Angelus turned her, she's just like him now. A creature of the night."

Buffy went weak in his men's arms, unbelieving and not being able to stop the sob that escaped her lips. He laughed and all of a sudden her anger was back, struggling to pull her arms free from his men's grip. He was lying. He had to be.

"Y-you're lying!"

"You've been running for far too long. It's made you weak." He spat on the ground and Buffy tensed waiting for his next blow when a voice she had never heard before broke through her panicked and pain filled silence.

"Now tha's no way to treat a lady Finn."

"You! Kill him!"

Riley had sounded surprised and a little scared.

No that couldn't be right. Could it?

The arms that were holding Buffy up let go and she fell to the ground with a thud, hearing a few animalistic growls and seeing a flash of fur and a streak of white before she blacked out.


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