New Beginnings-Chapter 1/Part 1

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Title: New Beginnings

Author: Lotusja

Genre: Crossover/AU

Fandom’s: BTVS/Kindred the Embrace

Spoilers: None

Pairings:   Buffy-Julian

Ratings: Pg 13

Feedback: Yes Please.

Distribution:  Please ask and it will be given unto you.

Summary: Take place when Buffy run away in season 2 to Los Angeles, after killing Angel. In season 3 after helping Lilly in hell, because time move slower in hell dimension Buffy founded that 10 yrs had past when she got out. Therefore, she went to San Francisco to start a new life and meet someone who gives her reason to live.

 

* quote was taken from Kindred Website.

 

 

Chapter 1

The Slayer

 

 

***Flashback***

 

 

Two days ago…

 

 

         Six months had passed since Archon’s murder.  No matter that it was murder technically it was Kindred justice.  Since then, everyone had been on his or her best behavior.  Julian still does not trust the Brujah clan even though they have a new leader.  Even Frank, whom Julian has counted on to stir things up, has been on his best behavior.   

 

         Everyone is keeping their distance. Then, there is Caitlin who does not remember what she and Julian have shared.  As Prince, Julian had to protect the masquerade. Even if he had to give up someone, he loved.   He had Caitlin transferred to another state to work at in a larger more prestigious newspaper office.  Julian could not live with the knowledge that she was here in his city and he could not touch her.

 

         He was tired.  It was one o’ clock in the morning. He felt stifled. He needed to get out of the house.  Everyone was treating him as if he was fragile. He was definitely getting tired of it. He did not have any peace. Every few minutes, someone would ask if he was okay, or if he wanted something to eat or drink. They hovered constantly, even Daedalus, who was the most stoic of any person he knew.

 

          Arghhh, I need a break, he thought as weariness enveloped him.

   

         He quickly walked to the front door, looking behind him. However, he did not see anyone. He got into his car and drove through the gates. 

      

         Sweet freedom, he sighed as he breathes in the night air.

 

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         Sasha, Julian’s niece had happened to glance out of one of the multiple windows in the huge mansion and saw her uncle driving through the gate. “Cash?”

 

         “Mmm,” said Sasha’s boyfriend and her Uncle Julian’s bodyguard.

 

         “Which guard is with Uncle Julian?”

 

         “Why do you want to know?” said Cash who was lounging on a sofa reading a magazine.

 

         “He just drove through the gate.”

 

         “Shit! Are you sure?” he said springing up to look out the window, just in time to see a car’s headlights rounding a corner.  “Shit, Shit. How many times do I have to tell him not leave the house without a guard,” Cash said, running towards the open door and down the large staircase, his mouth set in annoyance.

 

         Upstairs, Sasha drew the curtains, looked around the room and sighed. There goes my evening, she thought, disappointed.

 

         Cash and several Gangrel guards went into separate cars in the hopes of catching up with Julian, but they never did.

 

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         Meanwhile, Julian had found himself at the beach.   He stood staring out at the ocean waves.  He was feeling introspective.  When his wife Evelyn had died, he had lost hope, and then Archon embraced him.  Archon became not only his Primogen and sire, but also his mentor and friend for several years. Then Alexandra came into his life. With her, he also had hope. Now, they are both gone. He wanted to stay until sunrise and let the sun take him, because the body had been dead for several years, and all that was left was his heart and soul. Now those are dead too. Maybe he should walk in the sea and let it carry him away. That would end it all.

 

         Something at the corner of his eye caught his attention.  Someone or something was floating in the ocean. This is a tourist town and debris were constantly been thrown in the ocean. It was a moonless night and although his vision was perfect, something made him hesitated.   He looked around him, but the beach was deserted.  It had rained earlier in the day, and everyone seems had disappeared. He was not a callous person, but he did not want to deal with some mortal and their problems.  But he couldn’t let someone died, because he doesn’t wanted to be involved. He peered intently at the water; someone was definitely in the water. He dove in after quickly shed his jacket and shoes, swimming towards the submerging figure in the water.

 

         It was a woman.  She was unconscious and she whimpered as he gathered her up into his arms.

 

         “I got you,” Julian said, his voice as a soft burr, as he lifts the waterlogged body into his arms. She was just a little thing.  “You are safe,” he said softly, walking towards his car.  He quickly retrieved a blanket from the trunk of the car and wrapped her into it, gently putting her in the back seat.

 

         It was a twenty-minute drive to his home. Every few minutes, he looked   back at the woman, who continued to whimper and make noises. “Shh, you are safe,” he said, making his voice as soothing as possible as he took out his cell phone to call Cash.

 

         “Julian, where are you?   How many times do I have to tell you to let someone know where you are going to be?” Cash ripped out the words impatiently.

 

         “Cash?” Julian asked, looking at the phone in his hand.

 

         “You could be dead, lying in a ditch somewhere,” Cash insisted.

 

         “Cash!” he said firmly.

 

         “Do you know how long, we’ve been looking for you and trying to call you?” said Cash, with returning impatience. “Why don’t you keep you cell phone on?”

 

         “Cash, shut up!” Julian said, frustration sounded in his voice.

 

         “Yes, my Prince,” he said, gritting his teeth.

 

         “I so glad that I got your attention,” Julian drawled with distinct mockery. “I will be at the house in few minutes, please send for Daedalus.”

 

         “I knew it!” Cash said, his eyes tightened in resignation. “Where are you hurt? How bad is it?”

 

         “Calm down. It is not for me. It is my passenger,” said Julian driving frantically through a red light.

 

         “Passenger?”

 

         “Yes, I found someone on the beach. She is frostbitten, sunburned, maybe dehydrated, and she also has several lacerations on her body.”

 

         “A mortal?  Cash asked startled. “Why don’t you drop her at the hospital? It’s on your way,” Cash questioned.

 

         “No!” Julian shouted. His hands tightened reflexively on the steering wheel. “No,” he said, this time calmly. “I am driving through the gates now. Meet me at the door,” he said hanging up.  Following his instinct, he knew she was going to be important.

 

         Cash hurriedly ran through the front door, as Julian’s car droved through the gate.  A human, what was Julian doing with a human? He was confused, baffled.

 

         Julian got out of the car and tenderly cradled Buffy in his arms.

 

         “Here,” said Cash, coming forward to relieve Julian of his burden. 

 

         “I got her,” Julian said, ignoring Cash outstretch arms.  “Is everything in readiness?” 

 

         “Yes, we prepared a room and Daedalus is waiting for you.

 

         “Good,” Julian said, striding forward into the house.

 

         Daedulus stood at the top of the stairs, stoically waiting for the guest. No one looking at him would notice that he was feeling apprehensive. He would be attending a human; the thought tore at his insides. He did not like to be in their presence, especially once they got a glimpse of his face.  Daedalus is Nosferatu. He had a baldhead with protruding forehead and slanting gray eyes.  He rather be in his basement lair working on his art, safe and happy, than to be attending a mortal.  Reluctantly, he followed, Julian and Cash into a large bedroom, one of several guest rooms, his movements stiff and awkward. After a few minutes working on the patient, he said,   “She will heal and she will also need a lot of liquid and some rest. That is all I can do for this moment.” He bowed slightly to his Prince and walk quickly to the door, thanking providence the woman did not awaken. 

 

         After Daedalus had left the room, Cash who had stood in the background watching Daedalus work creped closer to the bed. Looking at the soaking wet, blonde haired girl, he asked. “Who is she?”

 

         “I don’t know,” said Julian, crossing over to sit in the chair by the bed. He grabbed a large white towel warmed in the microwave and wrapped it around the girl’s head. “Wake up little one,” he said his voice a husky whisper. She made a movement dislodging the heated towel from her head. Faint, occasional shivers racked her body. He murmured soothingly, rubbing another warm towel on her cold flesh.

                            

         For the next two days, Julian watched her breathe, never leaving her side. He was there to soothe, when she have nightmares. In those nightmares, she seemed to be searching for several people, but two names seemed to crop up, Angel and Mom, He made a mental note to ask her, when she woke up who this Angel was.   He also nagged Daedalus about her not waking up, but Daedalus put up with the questions, because he saw that finally Julian was alive again.

 

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Continue in Part 2.