Title; A Childe Awakens, (BtVS) 
Author; Phoenixheart79 aka Carl/theblondiebear 
Rating; R overall, 18+ if you're british like me 
Disclaimer; I do not own BtVS, that privilige goes to Joss Whedon and 
M.E. I guess I own Sebastian, but the rest I'm just borrowing. I 
promise to put them back in the toy box when I'm done! 
Distribution; (not that anyone will want it! LOL) Please ask my 
permission before putting it anywhere else than the places I do. 
Feedback; Please! I write for me, but it's a boost to know what people 
think of my work. 
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Prologue


Buffy moved silently through the park. A gang of vampires had been 
causing trouble here recently, a little boy, not even 10, had been 
attacked the night before. Despite everything going on with the first 
she’d taken time out to come and clear up. From the distance came a 
muffled scream. She broke into a run and slipped through the trees 
like they weren’t there. As she neared the tree line something crashed
into the ground at her feet. She looked down and a feral face glared 
up at her. 

On instinct her foot lashed out, catching the vampire under her chin 
and flipping her through the air. Buffy charged out of the trees and punched the vamp in the face. Again it reeled back and she followed 
through with a sharp kick to the head that knocked it to the ground. 
She rolled forward, drawing a stake from her jacket as she did so. As 
the roll finished the stake plunged home and Buffy was rewarded with a 
cloud of dust. She turned around, towards the sounds of combat and 
stopped for a moment.

A lone man, dressed all in black, was fighting three vampires. And he 
was winning. She watched him and couldn’t believe what she was seeing. 
He wasn’t a vampire, that much she knew. No vampire moved like that, 
not even Spike or Angel. There was an aliveness to him, was all she 
could put it down to. Then it dawned on her where she’d seen people 
move like that. Kendra and Faith. Slayers. But it wasn’t possible. All 
the slayers were women, well, little more than girls actually.

"Hate to be a pain, but could you give a lad a hand please?" His voice 
cut through her racing thoughts, snapping her back to reality. Another 
two vamps had laid into him. Even she would be struggling now. Buffy 
rushed forward, her hand twisting into a shirt collar and pulling. The 
vamp arced over her head and she moved on, stake driving into another 
vamps back, turning her to dust. In less than a minute, all five of 
the creatures were dust. The young man stepped into the light of the 
full moon and Buffy got her first proper look at him.

He stood about 6' 3", well muscled, hair a bark brown, almost black in 
this light and done in short spikes. But it was his eyes that caught 
her attention. They were a beautiful, vibrant blue and shone, even in 
the middle of the night, like two pools of luminous water. They were 
eyes you could sink into and never, ever, want to come back out of. 

She looked down and saw his hand held out before her. "Hi, I’m 
Sebastian. I’ve got a message for Giles."


6 months earlier, Nottingham, England.

"I’m telling you Liz, that guy’s bad news!" Sebastian was sat on the 
sofa, the TV chattering away in the corner, totally ignored. A lava 
lamp sat on a shelf, casting dancing shadows throughout the room. His 
sister, Elizabeth, was in the bathroom of their flat getting ready.

"‘Bastian, will you please calm down, I can look after myself. I’m a 
big girl now, I don’t need you looking over my shoulder all night and 
day."

Sebastian sighed and walked over to the bathroom door. Leaning against 
the frame, his arms crossed over his chest. "Liz, I’m not been 
paranoid, there’s something creepy about him. Jen’s heard..."

"Jen!" Liz snorted as she brushed past him and entered her room "is a 
two faced gossip. I don’t know why you hang around with her."

"Liz! I know Jen likes to talk, but even Steve’s been saying things, 
and you know how he hates getting involved." He followed Liz to her room and caught the damp towel thrown at his head. He bunched it up in 
his hands. "Look, Liz, please, just be careful. I’m not saying don’t 
go, just watch your back. I don’t want to see my little sis get hurt." 
He stepped up behind and lay his chin on her shoulder.

Liz took a deep breath and looked into Sebastian’s eyes in the mirror. 
"I’ll be careful. Promise." Then she smiled and brushed him off her 
shoulder. "Besides, I’m older and wiser and you know it!"

Sebastian smiled. "Only by 4 minutes. And you certainly don’t act it."


The next morning, 6am.

Sebastian stirred. Then the doorbell sounded again. He struggled out 
of bed and made his way to the door. He slid the bolt back and opened 
it a crack, peeking out. He woke up immediately. There was a police 
officer and a man in a suit on his doorstep. "Ummm, yeah? What’s up?" 
He asked, his voice still sleep filled.

"I’m sorry to disturb you sir, but are you Sebastian Childe?"

Sebastian looked at the man for a minute, then answered "Yeah, why?"

"I’m DC Llyod, this is PC Williamson, can we come in? I don’t think we 
should discuss this on the doorstep."

"Umm, sure. Come in" Sebastian held the door wide for the two, then 
shut it behind them. "The living rooms just through there." He said, 
waving a hand. "Make yourselves at home." He sat on the sofa and 
looked up at DC Llyod. "What’s wrong?"

"Mr. Childe, do you have any family?"

"Yeah, my twin, Li....I mean, Elizabeth."

"I’m sorry sir, but we think Elizabeth was attacked last night. She’s 
in intensive care. If you’ll come with me?"

The same time, a prison near Los Angeles

"Hey, bitch!" The brunette ignored the voice and carried on walking, 
her tray in hand. She spotted an empty table and steered her way 
towards it. "Bitch, I’m talking to you. Bitch!" She carried on 
walking. She had to behave, or she’d never get out of this stinking 
hole. To late, her senses realized what was happening. The table 
corner rushed up to meet her and then blackness.

Silence. Blissful silence. Then a beep. Silence. Beep. Silence. Beep. 
Silence. Beep. What the hell was that noise? Then a voice, hushed. 
"She was lucky. If the guards had been any slower, we’d never have 
brought her back. Her heart stopped twice as it is. She’s lucky she 
didn’t stay dead."

Dead? She’d died? No way! She was five by five, no way had she died! 


Intensive care, Nottingham

"Clear!" The body on the table jerked as electric currents coursed 
through it. With a soft thump it stopped. The wailing, constant alarm 
never faltered. "Again!" The body jerked. Still the constant tone. 
"Again!" The body jerked. 

She sighed. "It’s no good, call it." With a snap a glove came off and 
she rubbed her eyes. She headed to the door. On the other side an 
orderly was coming towards her. He stepped up to her and, in a hushed 
voice, spoke. "The brothers here."

The Liquid swirled in the little plastic cup. Slowly the swirling 
stopped. He gently swirled the cup and watched as the liquid spiraled 
around. It slowed and again he swirled the cup. The liquid splashed 
over his hand. 

"Doesn’t that hurt?" a voice asked. He looked up. "Not really, not 
after....". With a scrape a chair was drawn back. The detective sat 
down. "I know how you feel."

"I’m sure you do." Sebastian replied, the sarcasm dripping from his 
voice. "I wonder, if my whole family had been killed, would you know 
how I feel? Probably."

"I should have expected that." He sipped from the cup he had brought 
to the table with him. "Ugh. This stuff gets worse. But I do know. My 
sister was murdered, when I was nine. That’s why I’m here."

"I’m sure it hurt, but not like this. We are....were, twins. We had a 
bond." I tear fell into the cup. "Why?!" He slammed his fist down on 
to the table. Only it didn’t stop. It went through the table. He sat 
there for a moment, staring, lost at his arm. Then he pulled, but it 
was snagged. 

He looked at the detective. "Umm, I seem to be stuck. Help me?" He was 
rewarded with a smile. 

"Sure." He stood and helped Sebastian free his arm. "You shouldn’t 
have done that. More to the point, how did you do that?"

Sebastian stared at his hand. There wasn’t a scratch on it. "I haven’t 
any idea." He looked up. "I’ll pay for any damage."

The detective smiled, softly. "Don’t worry, we’ll deal with that 
later." Gently, he led Sebastian from the room.

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Chapter 2


The tea steamed on the breakfast bar. Giles reached out and took his 
cup, sipping thoughtfully. He replaced his cup on the counter, removed 
his glasses and gently cleaned them for a minute or two.

"So you were twins?" he asked. Sebastian only nodded slightly.

"The council seem to think that, through some freak, Liz and the 
current slayer must have died at the same time. There’s never been a 
case of a slayer having a twin before, but because we are...were... 
identical other than one chromosome, they believe that’s why I gained 
the power. Liz wasn’t ‘available’, so the power jumped to me. I’m only 
two minutes younger, so it kind of makes sense."

"Not really," Giles replied "our whole understanding of the slayer 
line is that only women can be chosen." He put his glasses back on and 
stared at the young man sat before him, then looked at Buffy.

"Don’t ask me, I only work here" she said, raising her hands slightly 
in surrender. "But whatever the reason Giles, he has the power. He 
moves like Kendra and Faith and..."

"Yourself." the watcher finished for her.

"Yeah."

"I’ve checked with Wesley in LA," he began.

"How is the little snob anyway?" Buffy interrupted. Giles had to 
smile. Not matter how much he insisted the little twit had changed, 
Buffy never believed him. She would forever hold the view that Wesley 
was duller than an episode of Eastenders.

"He’s fine. He did some checking and apparently Faith was attacked 6 
months ago. Her heart stopped twice." Buffy’s eyes widened in 
question. "It seems she was attacked."

"Wow, whoever her attacker was didn’t try hard enough."

"Buffy!" he said sharply. She returned his stare of disapproval with a 
look that would have even a thousand year old vamp running scared.

"Giles, she shot my boyfriend, slept with Riley, held my mother 
hostage AND stole my body. The girl does not need any slack."

"Be that as it may Buffy, Faith has been behaving herself. She didn’t 
even try to defend herself. The other inmate in question has gained 
another 6 months to their sentence."

"Okay, so Faith died and activated Captain Courageous over there." She 
jabbed a finger in the general direction of Sebastian.

"So it would appear."

Sebastian drained his cup and set it down with just enough force to 
cause the others to look at him. "It’s all very well sitting here 
debating just why I was chosen, but in the end, it doesn’t matter. I 
was, I am. That’s that."

"Very practical" Buffy noted, then glanced at Giles "You must be so 
proud."

Sebastian ignored her, got up and walked to the stairs, where his coat 
was hung. The tiniest hint of metal showed beneath. He shoved a hand 
into an inside pocket, returned to the kitchen and presented an 
ancient parchment to Giles. 

"The council asked me to bring you this, no idea what it is, but given 
that they sent me rather than some runner can’t be a good sign." Giles 
simply nodded in reply, his attention drawn to the parchment that he 
had unfolded before him. He made some small noises then looked up.

"Did they say what it was?"

"Nope, just that it was important to what was happening and that I had 
to get it to you as soon as I could."

Buffy snorted in contempt. Off of their looks she answered them "Once 
again, the council comes through with another amazing piece of 
non-information." Giles pushed his glasses back up and looked her in 
the eye.

"Buffy, we have no way of knowing yet what the council has sent us. It 
may very well be critical to both your survival and that of the 
slayers in training."

"Yeah, I get that Giles. But come on, other than assigning you as my 
watcher can you tell me one useful thing they’ve actually done?"

He sighed. "Well, they helped us identify Glory. They....." He stopped 
abruptly as Buffy cut him off

"Giles, they told us she was a god, something that I’m sure more than 
one of us would have figured out sooner or later, even without their 
amazing assistance."


Across town.

The stone skittered across the asphalt of the path and disappeared 
into the underbrush. Another followed it. Then another. Then a curse. 
Amy Maddison sat on the bench, looking for a stone to kick. She was 
all out. She swore again. Ever since Willow had gone back on the 
straight and narrow, she’d had no one to play with. Even Rack was 
dead, drained by Willow of all energy. She sat their, pondering. She 
pulled herself up onto the picnic table and sat there, her legs 
swaying slightly. 

Slowly her swinging legs stopped and a thoughtful look passed over her 
face. She hopped down and headed home, a plan forming in her head.

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Chapter 3 


Amy sat cross legged in the circle, the spell components gathered 
about her.

"Bring to me to me the Willow I desire, to romp and play with, to 
share my power."

The crystal glowed, there was a flash and..... nothing. Amy sat there, 
looking around. It had worked, she had felt the power pass through 
her. She stood and quickly cleared away her spell. She’d find Willow 
yet, she’d do another spell, one to locate the person she had 
summoned.

In an abandoned factory there was a crash and a small female form hit 
the ground. A head of red hair and pale skin lifted up.

"Not again...."

She stood and headed for the exit. She’d just get herself sent back 
again is all. She needed puppies to play with.


Elsewhere in Sunnydale

Buffy and Sebastian were on patrol, talking very little. Finally 
Sebastian turned to her.

"You’re freaked, aren’t you? The council briefed me, the Slayer is 
always a young woman and here I am, a guy, with the same gift."

Buffy laughed "A little. And ‘freaked’, I’ve never heard Giles say 
that, sounds odd coming from a Brit." Sebastian smiled.

"Don’t judge us all. The watchers are the first people I’ve ever met 
who talk like that. Must be something in the training." He snorted in 
amusement. Then his head cocked slightly to one side. "Do you here 
that? 10 O’clock. Vampires. Two, maybe more."

"10 O’clock? You in the army?"

"Nope, motorcycle training, easier to give directions like that. 
‘Watch for the cyclist at 11 O’clock’."

"Oh."

"I’ll go left, you go right."

"Hang on..." Buffy began, but it was too late, he was gone, vanishing 
into the shadows. Quickly she headed off. She skirted around a small 
copse of trees and in the moonlight she saw them. Three, no four 
vampires and young man on the floor. She thought he was dead until his 
arm moved slightly. Not dead, yet. But hurt. Her eyes searched the 
shadows for Sebastian, but she couldn’t see him. Suddenly the vampire 
furthest from her crumbled to dust, decapitated. In a swirl of coat, 
Sebastian stepped forward, a long oriental looking sword in his hand 
glinting harshly in the pale moonlight. The remaining vampires turned 
to face their attacker. She took her chance, swiftly and silently 
moving forward. Her stake struck home and another vampire crumbled to 
ash. In confusion the two remaining vampires’ whirled. In seconds, 
both were dust. With a short movement Sebastian’s sword disappeared 
and he bent over the prone man. 

"He’s hurt, probably lost a lot of blood. We should get him to A&E." 
Buffy stared blankly at him. "A&E. Accident and Emergency. The 
hospital." Comprehension dawned on Buffy’s face.

"You mean the emergency room?" Sebastian nodded "Damn Brits, why don’t 
you guys speak English?"

He chuckled "We do, it’s you lot who bastardised it." As he spoke, he 
gently lifted the young man in his arms and started walking back 
towards the car.

They passed through the trees and approached th e hire car. Buffy held 
the door open as Sebastian laid the young man on the back seat. Buffy 
couldn’t help but notice that her fellow ‘slayer’s’ - she was really 
struggling with that thought - gaze lingered on the young man they had 
just saved for a moment longer than she’d have expected. They 
clambered into the front and set off for the hospital.


Elsewhere

Amy followed the soft green light of her guide, letting it lead her 
through the streets of Sunnydale. She passed two vampires, but simply 
rendered herself invisible to them. What they were doing here, she had 
no idea, their kind hardly ever ventured this close to the slayers 
home, only three blocks away, it was suicide. She carried on walking. 
Finally her guide vanished round a corner. She followed and saw it 
circling a girl, about a foot and a half above her head. They were in 
front of the reconstructed high school.

"It looks so different." Willows’ soft voice drifted through the night
 air. "There’s no flames or bodies."

‘Oh crap, I’ve brought her from to far back, from Graduation. They 
told me it had got bad.’ Amy thought. She stepped a little closer, 
watching Willow’s red hair glint in the harsh glare of the 
streetlight. 

"I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bring you here." She stepped closer. Her 
mind paused for a moment, but her body carried on walking. What the 
hell was Willow wearing? It looked almost like leather.

"I can send you back." She said softly, almost within touching 
distance now.

"No," Willow said, her voice steady and cold. "I’ll be fine, I just 
need friends to help me settle."

Amy smiled. This Willow might not be as powerful as the one she had 
spent nights on the town with, but the raw power was there, she could 
teach her. There would be none of that moral crap in the way, they 
could turn this town upside down, slayer or no slayer. "I’d like to be 
your friend, Willow."

Willow turned, her skin pale and eyes a feral yellow. She grabbed Amy 
by the arms. "Oh good, I was hoping you’d say that." Amy let out a 
strangled cry as fangs pierced her neck, then only blackness.

The following nights, they prowled the streets, keeping themselves out 
of sight at Amy’s behest. They needed a good, strong power base before 
they confronted the slayer, something they’d never develop if she got 
even a whiff of them. Amy could see it was driving Willow insane. She 
sauntered over and let her hand trail through the red hair and down 
Willows’ spine. 

"I’ve had a thought. I brought you here, I could bring others." 

Willow snorted. "You got me because you screwed up, remember?" Amy 
bristled and stepped back.

"Yeah well, who knew there were SO many of you? If I had known, I 
could have tailored the spell to suit. Anyway, what I propose is 
easier. We tail the slayer, and when she kills someone, I bring them 
back. A temporal fold of only a few minutes is a piece of cake." She 
smiled wickedly. "What faster and easier way of recruiting people is 
there? We tell them they work for us or they can go back to the 
slayer."

At this Willow turned and smiled, her hands playing over her body. 
"Oh, I like that. I like that a lot." She stepped a little closer, 
circling Amy. She ran her fingers down the spine of the lithe young 
witch and vampire before her, then stepped in close, pressing their 
bodies close, and spoke softly in her ear. "I bet I can make you like 
it a lot." 

Amy stretched her neck back, rubbing her head against Willows’ cheek. 
"You’ve already got me convinced." Willow grabbed her and flung her 
onto the floor and straddled her, a knife appearing in her hand. Amy 
always wondered where the hell she kept them in that costume, hers was 
similar. A figure hugging black latex catsuit, kinda like Trinity in 
the Matrix had been her thought behind it, only not so unhealthily 
thin and with a much more impressive chest. The knife traced down her 
cheek and she felt a tiny trickle of blood, then Willow bent down to 
lick it off. She shuddered. Oh, this was going to be fun.

TBC.....