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Different Sorts

Summary:
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?


Notes:
ATTENTION READERS: DO NOT STEAL MY STORIES. Someone has stolen some of my stories from this website and posted them as their own on fanfiction.net. It is plaigarism, it is stealing and it is illegal. Read, enjoy -- but don't steal. Buffy/Twilight series crossover Takes place after New Moon and post-series for Buffy. Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.


18. Chapter 18

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Buffy called Angel from the payphone at Denny’s. Bella and Edward weren’t interested in the Grand Slam Breakfast, but after the fight, Buffy had declared a craving for lousy pancakes and greasy bacon. After finishing her call – Angel would meet them at the restaurant shortly – she returned to their table and slid into the empty seat across from Bella and Edward.

The table at their booth was still a little sticky from yesterday’s syrup, but it didn’t matter. At five a.m. the Denny’s was mostly empty. The sun was starting to come up over the horizon, but lucky for Bella and Edward it was overcast – so the daylight wouldn’t give them away with any supernatural sparkles.

“That was incredible,” Edward said. “I’ve never felt so … so …”

“Alive?” Buffy said, smirking.

Edward nodded. “Yeah … and I haven’t been alive in almost a hundred years.”

Buffy shrugged. “Welcome to my world.”

“So you like it, then?” he said. “Being the Slayer?”

“Of course,” Buffy replied, sipping her orange juice. “I mean, it wasn’t always great. There were drawbacks … there still are. But being the Slayer gives my life meaning. It gives me a purpose. I feel … good … about what I do, and that makes me happy. Of course, it’s better now that I’m not the only one – others to share the weight of the world.”

“So there are other Slayers?” Edward had only heard the legend about one Slayer – the Chosen One.

“Yes,” Buffy said. “But it wasn’t always that way. It was supposed to be just one – into every generation, a Slayer is born … but then I died a couple times, and threw that balance off. And later … we changed things even more. See, there was only ever one Slayer because the guys who created her said so. But we decided to change things – my friends and I. We made it so that every potential Slayer – was a Slayer. And when that happened, I was free. I was still the Slayer – but it meant I wasn’t tied down by my responsibilities. I wasn’t the only one.”

The bell over the door jingled and they saw Angel walk in. He smiled when he spotted them and walked over, sliding into the seat next to Buffy.

“Bella, Edward,” he said. “Nice to see you two again.”

“Likewise,” Edward replied.

“Hi Angel,” Bella said, smiling.

“So that’s my life,” Buffy said. “Killing vampires, saving the world, training new Slayers. But what about you two? Immortals in love … what are your plans?”

“We’ll spend eternity together,” said Bella. Her eyes fluttered romantically.

“Right,” Buffy said, rolling her eyes. “And when you get bored with that? Then what? Any big plans? Cure cancer? Make peace in the Middle East? Write a novel?”

Edward clasped his hands on the table. “We generally try to stay under the radar … doing such notorious deeds would draw too much attention. We’ll settle down somewhere for a couple years, probably go to school again. Maybe I can convince Bella to give college a try.”

“So that’s it?” Buffy said. “You’ve got these amazing powers, you can live forever, and you’re going to what? Read books?”

Edward felt attacked. “What do you expect us to do? I told you, we have to stay under the radar …”

“So do I,” said Buffy. “I don’t get any public attention for killing vampires and demons, or for saving the world who knows how many times … but I do it because it’s what’s right.”

“Are you saying we could help?” Bella asked, softly.

Edward turned to look at her, surprised. “Help?”

“Yeah,” Bella continued. “You know, fight vampires – the bad ones – and demons and monsters. Like we did today. Buffy could show us how. We could help. We could … carry some of the weight …”

Buffy raised her eyebrows. “The weight of the world?”

“Yeah, that one,” said Bella.

Edward shook his head. “No, it’s out of the question. It’s risky and stupid and far too dangerous.”

“Why is everything too dangerous for me?” Bella’s voice wasn’t loud – but it had turned hard. “I’m not human any more – I’m not fragile. You can’t break me. I’m strong, too. I told you – not just Lois Lane. I want to do this.”

“You want to risk your life to slay a couple of demon vampires?”

“What life?” Bella replied. “I have no life – I’m dead. Or don’t you remember?”

“Don’t pull that with me,” Edward said. “I was the one that --.”

Then he stopped. He shut his mouth hard and covered his eyes with his hands. He was shaking, trembling, in his seat. He pressed his fingers into his sockets, as if trying to blind himself to the memories. The way his teeth had sunk into her flesh, the taste of her blood in his mouth, how he could feel her heartbeat quicken – and then stop. How he watched her body go from warm and alive to cold and dead before his eyes.

Then he felt something soft. His other hand was pressed hard against the sticky tabletop, but something soft was caressing it – pulling it up and holding it. Edward pulled his other hand from his face, let his eyes adjust to the light again. And he looked down – and there, in his own hand, was Bella’s. It was pale and cold – but it felt warm to him, still. It was her warmth – her love was warm.

She was watching him, not smiling, not frowning – just watching and waiting. Her patience seemed endless.

“Oh Bella,” he said, and clutched her face and kissed her fiercely. “I’m so sorry, oh, Bella. I love you.” He spoke between kisses. “I know you’re not fragile – but you’re so precious to me.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” she said. Still so patient.

“I don’t sleep – I don’t dream – but I still have nightmares,” he said. “I imagine turning around and finding you gone. And even in pretend, it almost kills me. I couldn’t let it happen for real. Not for real.”

“I am strong,” she said, still warm against his flesh. She held his hands in both of hers. “And I want to help. I’ve seen what we can do. I don’t want to just stop because it’s safe. Because it’s simpler. We can do good in this world. Not to repent for some evil, or to make up for anything we’re lacking as vampires … but because we can. Because it will make a difference.”

Edward sighed and nodded. “I know,” he said. “And you’re right.” He turned now and looked over at Buffy and Angel. “What can we do?”