So here it is. The Prologue of Road of Innocence, part one in Roads Travelled, the rewrite of the Out of the Blue Series. The only chapter which will be posted here, uncut, unbetaed, to give you a taste, but not the whole chocolate frog. And I'll cut the analogy now.
On with the chapter - and of course, the reason I'm posting is to give you a taste of what the rewrite will be like, but also for me to get feedback. So...be nice and leave a review! Let me know what was good and what was bad, what I should keep in mind and so on. It will really help me with the rest of the series.
Edit: Apparently, the chapter was too large to be posted in its entirety, so, I cut about two thirds of it. Don't worry - you didn't miss anything important!
Road of Innocence
Chapter 1 - Innocence
DISCLAIMER: Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to Joss Whedon, and Harry Potter to J.K. Rowling. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. This story is purely written for mine, and others, entertainment.
CHAPTER RATING: PG-13 (T).
TIMELINE: Post BTVS season 2, and during the marauders last year at Hogwarts.
SUMMARY: BTVS/HP crossover. Life had never been kind to Buffy Summers, and she thought she had earned a break. Boy, was she wrong. Stuck in another dimension, with no way back, Buffy must learn to leave her past behind her, and look to the future: New friends, new enemies and new relationships are just the beginning of what will prove to be the longest journey and perhaps the biggest trial of her life.
CENTRAL PAIRING: Buffy/Remus
OTHER PAIRINGS: James/Lily, Sirius/OC, Peter/OC
We all have it, at some point in our lives. I lost mine a long time ago, but I still like to pretend it’s there. Childhood-living is easy to do, after all. But even though I treasured the time and the new chance I got, it still wasn’t enough. Nothing is ever really enough. The good times - they will alwas come to an end, sooner or later, and you’re never ready when that happens. In our case, the innocence disappeared far too quickly, and the suffering lasted far too long. Will it ever really go away? I doubt it.
- From the diary of Buffy Summers.
Buffy stumbled through the alley weakly, one hand grabbing at the stonewall building to her left for support, the other tightly pressed against a gastly stomach wound.
‘It wasn’t supposed to go this way,’ she thought, staring unblinkingly at the blood splattering from her mouth onto the ground as she coughed – a deep, rattling cough that originated from deep inside her lungs.
Her eyes teared up as she painstakingly, slowly, continued her walk. She had to get to a hospital. In her mind, she was trying to remember where there were any hospitals in LA, but dizziness made her sight fuzzy and her head was throbbing.
The world was spinning and Buffy swayed slightly on the spot, and she stopped, to try and catch what little breath she had left; save her strength. Biting her lip, she forced her legs into taking another step. And another. ‘Just a little bit further,’ Buffy thought, stubbornly ignoring the speckles of colours obscuring her vision. ‘Just one more step…’
Around the corner awaited salvation – the main street, were surely people would be taking evening walks, visiting the clubs nearby – someone would notice her and get help for sure.
The Slayer refused to acknowledge the fact she was dying – that the piece of metal that had been sticking through her lower body before she pulled it out, had hit something vital, and that it was only due to will power she was still standing.
She refused to acknowledge she would face her death in a dark alley…alone.
Inwardly, Buffy was cursing her decisions. The decision to patrol tonight, and the decision to run away and come to LA in the first place. All her choices seemed to do was bring her grief.
She knew that running away had never solved anything, and yet, that was what she’d done. When life became too much, when it handed her lemons, instead of making lemonades, she tucked tail and took off, leaving her friends and mom behind.
But what she wanted to escape the most refused to go away, no matter how far she ran – the memories.
The expression as she buried the sword in Angel’s chest would forever haunt her. Often, she’d cry herself to sleep, wishing for a miracle, that when she woke up, he would be there, and all of this would just turn out to be a really bad dream…but that was never the case.
She took another step – and then her legs failed her, and she sank down onto the dirty asfalt in a heap. She tried crawling, but it hurt too much, and only managed to upset her wound more. She leaned her head to the left against the cool stonewall, bitter tears dripping down her face.
A silent sob forced its way up her throat, and she tried calling for help – one last, desperate act - but her voice failed her and all that came out was a small, scratchy whine, too quiet for human ears to notice, espescially considering the bustling city traffic just a few metres ahead… So close, yet so far away.
Buffy inwardly cursed the demon that had gotten the better of her. She had been sloppy, she admitted. She had said goodbye to Lily – no, Anne, now – and left the small LA apartment she had been living in, feeling ready to begin anew, ready to shoulder the burden of being the Slayer once again. She couldn’t turn her back on her calling, as much as she wanted to. It was part of who she was, and thanks to Anne and the experience down in the Hell dimension, she had finally accepted it. Was it only a few hours ago? It felt like forever.
“I’m Buffy, the Vampire Slayer, and you are?”
Buffy chuckled silently. How ironic – that just as she came to terms with her destiny again, destiny proceeded to screw her over.
‘No Slayer lives forever,’ she reminded herself, but it didn’t make her fate any easier. Espescially knowing how she had left her mom, and her friends, without even saying goodbye. And now, they would never know what had happened. They would never know she had been about to return.
Tonight was supposed to be an easy patrol. One last round around the city of angels, before jumping on a bus that would take her home, back to Sunnydale. Maybe a few vampires, nothing she couldn’t handle. And then, the demon had taken her by surprise.
Buffy had managed to get in a few good hits, and she was starting to enjoy the battle, feeling immortal, high on life and adrenaline, when she had taken a straight uppercut to the jaw. Before she managed to recover, the demon had taken her and thrown her for a long spin through the air, before she finally landed on a trash container.
And just as she got up, just as she got to her feet, the demon had grabbed a long metal pole from the ground, and impaled her body, before knocking her out. When she came to, she was alone, blood spreading in a pool around her, the demon nowhere to be seen. Getting to her feet, she had pulled the metal out and started to make her way from the scene. Which lead her to this moment.
‘When did it get so dark?’ Buffy thought. The pain in her stomach seemed to have faded into numbness. She couldn’t feel anything, and the only sound she could hear was her own shallow breathing and her heart beating with irregular motions against her ribcage.
She was so tired…
Surely it would be alright to rest her eyes for a second?
Just a second…
One young man – a novice of the Fates stared into a large stone well that seemed to shimmer with power. The water inside was smooth, the surface completely blank.
The well was the Fates’ way of knowing what was going on with the universe and their chosen champions. In the depths, the young Power could view all actions going on within the worlds.
Currently, it was showing him a clear view of a Slayer – one Buffy Anne Summers. The young woman was badly wounded – dying, even.
The rule was simple – watch, but do not interfere. It was not up to them to decide which road to take. The creatures existing in the dimensions had to make those decisions themselves, even though sometimes, they made the wrong one.
Only one exception could be made to this – if the continual existence of the universe and the balance between the many dimensions within was threatened because of the choices made by the humans, then, and only then, were the Fates allowed to meddle.
This young Fate, though, had lately started to have trouble with this rule. Surely, passiveness was not the right thing? And Buffy, the young Slayer, still had so much to live for, and she was just beginning to realise that. It would be wrong, evil, even, to rob her of her life now. When she still could play a part on the large chessboard that was life.
This young Fate had not yet learnt how precarious the balance between light and dark truly were. He had not yet realised what could happen – the risks he took – if he touched the liquid within the well and influenced the lives of those in the universe.
And so, temptation became too much.
One finger was dipped into the well, disturbing the surface with the ripple effect from this small action.
The well glowed, and all planes of existence began to shake. The universe trembled as the balance between the worlds was disturbed.
The thin layer separating the many dimensions and protecting them from each other became fractured as it was breached by the small action made by the naïve Fate. A gap to the worlds had been opened somewhere in the many dimensions.
The older Fates howled with fear and rage as they rushed to the well, pushing the young Power out of the way. His punishment would be determined later – now, however, they had to focus all their power on repairing the damage made.
The ground shook around Buffy, who gasped in surprise, her eyes snapping open.
The asphalt in front of her cracked and broke apart - some kind of blue vortex was slowly coming to life between the large chinks and Buffy pressed herself closer to the wall – but it didn’t matter. The portal grew bigger and wider as the asphalt broke further apart and had already gotten a hold of her, and was pulling her down…even if she hadn’t been wounded, even if she somehow gathered up enough strength to resist, it wouldn’t be enough. The vortex was too strong.
The world was spinning.
She was falling.