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Different Sorts

Two strangers come to Forks, Washington to investigate rumors about vampires and werewolves. What they discover changes everything ... for them, and the people they meet. But is there really such a thing as "happily ever after" when death is involved?

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1. Chapter 1

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Buffy and Spike came to the Olympic Peninsula because of the stories they’d been hearing. They were no longer based in Sunnydale – since Sunnydale had ceased to exist. They also weren’t in Italy, since Buffy was no longer riding around with the Immortal.

Actually, they’d settled down outside of Washington, DC, after Dawn got accepted at Georgetown. Buffy wanted to be close, since her little sister seemed to be a magnet for trouble. But still, her Slayer duties kept her busy. She wasn’t the only Chosen One, but Buffy was still the most experienced and she and Giles and the other Scoobies found themselves in charge of an army, of sorts, of super-powered girls. They were also busy keeping tabs on all things supernatural in the world, investigating promising leads and sending Slayers where there was work to be done.

In this case, Buffy needed to do some more hands-on research, so she was pursuing this lead on her own. Well, on her own and with Spike. Angel still hadn’t come around since his big battle in Los Angeles and Spike was, at the least, loyal and – these days, anyway – trustworthy. He’d become a good man. Well, a good vampire, anyway.

So the two of them had gone to the rainy Pacific Northwest in search of vampires, werewolves or some combination therein. The stories were a bit sketchy. They’d heard about some attacks and they’d heard that there were vampires living there – and they’d heard that werewolves were living there. And there were other, more muddled stories about some kind of vampire-werewolf hybrid roaming the woods.

Needless to say, they’d have their work cut out for them.

They’d already arranged to meet with the police chief in Forks, a small town that seemed to be smack dab in the heart of all the trouble. They flew into Seattle and then hopped a connection to Port Angeles. From there, it was a dark, rainy drive to Forks. Dark, because Spike couldn’t go out in the daytime – not without the risk of being burned to a crisp. At least the flights that were convenient for Spike were the cheapest available.

They told Chief Swan that they’d be getting in after dark, so he told them to just stop by his house. They found it easily – there wasn’t much to Forks, so there wasn’t much to get lost in – and pulled into the muddy driveway a little after 8 pm. They were early, it seemed. There was no other car in the driveway. Buffy and Spike were prepared to wait, when a flash of headlights came around the corner and a loud, old red truck pulled up. They saw a girl – about 18, from the look of things – step out and lope towards the front porch. She hadn’t noticed them.

Buffy and Spike were just stepping out of the car, when they saw him. He sprinted from the woods nearby, scooped up the girl and braced her against the house. He was a practically still a boy, probably the same age as the girl, but his skin was almost translucently pale and his eyes were a strange shade – almost black. He stood between the girl and the newcomers, snarling just a bit.

“I don’t like the look of things,” Buffy muttered, stepping out of the rental car.

Spike stood beside her. “He’s a vampire. I can smell it.”

Buffy nodded. “I know. But there’s something …”

But she didn’t get a chance to finish her sentence. The boy with the dark eyes slammed into her, full-force, knocking her to the ground. Buffy was surprised, to say the least. She knew vampires were fast, but she’d never seen someone move like that.

Spike moved quickly, too, though and hauled the boy off her, flinging him across the driveway. The violence changed his face – into his demon form. Buffy was winded, but he helped her to her feet and she recovered quickly.

“Nice to meet you, too,” she sighed. She reached into her jacket and pulled out a shard of wood. “You should meet my friend, Mr. Pointy.”

She ran at the boy, kicking him in the face. He snarled, but his face stayed unchanged, and he fought back.

“No! Stop it!” the girl on the porch screamed.

“Bella, get inside,” the boy snarled. He lunged back at Buffy, kicking her in the stomach, sending her flying back.

Spike moved to hit him from behind, but the boy was too quick, and he flung him, too, towards the woods with Buffy.

The Slayer didn’t wait long, though, before she was back on her feet and stalking towards the boy. Her arm was raised, the stake held firmly in her fist, when she felt a hand shove her back. It wasn’t a forceful shove, but it distracted her from the vampire she was trying to kill.

She looked down. It was the girl from the porch.

“Get out of my way,” Buffy said.

“No,” the girl, Bella, replied. “I won’t let you hurt him.”

“Kid,” Buffy said, “you should be worried about him hurting you.”

“You don’t understand,” Bella pleaded, pushing against Buffy with all her might. It wasn’t really doing anything, but the girl’s will was a strange twist on the situation. “He could kill you – but he wouldn’t, he’s not like that.”

“He’s a vampire, they’re all like that.” Buffy stalked forward, finally pushing the girl aside.


This time the voice came from the trees. It was Spike. He’d been watching the exchange and finally stepped out of the shadows and into the light outside the house.

Bella took the opportunity to run to the boy. He held her waist protectively, pushing her behind him slightly, putting himself between her and the violent strangers.

“What is it?” Buffy sounded impatient. But Spike just stared at the boy. “Can I kill him, yet?”

“No!” Bella screamed.

“No,” Spike said. Then he spoke to the boy. “I want to know what you are.”

“He’s Edward,” the girl said, as if that explained everything.

“And what are you, Edward?” Spike asked, still leering.

The boy, Edward, stared icily back at them. “I’m not like you,” he finally said. “She,” he said, glaring at Buffy, “may put us in the same category, but we’re not the same. We never were.”

Spike nodded. “Clearly. I’ve got a soul.”

Edward’s dark eyes narrowed. “You’re possessed by a demon. I can hear it in your head. I saw your face change.”

“And I saw yours stay the same.” This time it was Buffy who spoke. As her adrenaline slowed, she started tabulating all the strange things about this boy. “What are you?”

He cocked his head at her, his lips curling up at the edges. “I’m Edward, didn’t you hear her earlier?”

He was mocking them, now. Buffy held up the stake again. “I’ve got half a mind to run this through your heart, anyway.”

“Go right ahead,” Edward said, pulling open his jacket to give her a clear shot. “For all the good it will do you.”

Buffy eyed him, weighing her options. He could be calling her bluff … or he could mean it. Something about his face made her believe him.

“But you are a vampire?” He nodded. “You’re not like any vampire I’ve ever met.”

“And you’re not like any girl I’ve ever met.”

“We should probably talk about all this,” Buffy said, lowering her fist.

Edward nodded. “Probably. But right now you’ve got an appointment with the Chief. He’s around the corner.” He leaned down and carefully kissed the girl on the mouth. She shivered, but didn’t seem to notice. Then he glanced quickly at the strangers. “We’ll talk tomorrow. Come back after the Chief goes to work.”

And then he was gone. Buffy and Spike looked around, confused, then straightened when they saw the headlights from Chief Swan’s police cruiser pull into the driveway. Buffy slipped the stake back into her jacket and stepped forward to introduce herself as Charlie stepped out of the car. It seems there was more to Forks than met the eye.

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