Date: Sat, 29 Mar 2003 15:33:05 -0800 (PST)
From: Drew Thomas <slayers_legacy2003@yahoo.com>
Subject: Slayer's Legacy- Chapter 2

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Slayer's Legacy- Chapter 2


REALITY BITES

	Lance woke the next morning completely exhausted. What a night of
make-up sex he and JC must have had, but he could only remember bits and
pieces. Walking into the bedroom to look for JB, discovering Josh in his
place waiting to surprise him, and the intense make-out session that began
their night of passion. Everything else was a blur. Oh well, all that
mattered was that they had made up and everything was right with the world
again. Sitting up in bed now he only just realized he was alone, his neck
was extremely stiff too. Getting up, he decided to go out on the balcony
and enjoy the beautiful sunrise that was peeking through the
curtains. Pulling them back however the light became so intense that it
nearly blinded him and caused him to have a horrendous headache. Maybe he
needed a bit more sleep.
	He wondered now where JC had gone off to. It was not like him to
just take off without a word, and certainly not at this time of the day. JC
valued his sleep more than anyone Lance had ever known. He decided to crawl
back under the covers and wait for his love to return from wherever he had
gone. Maybe he was surprising him with a special breakfast to make up for
the fight they had, had? He was always doing little things like that for
Lance whenever they had fought in the past. Though Lance thought smiling,
that last night's activities had more than made up for it. He soon found
his eyelids becoming heavy as he again fell fast asleep.

Meanwhile in Justin's room...

JC stirred, it was way to early but his internal alarm clock told him it
was time to get up so here he was. He reached across the bed to his lover,
only to find that he had gone almost bald in the middle of the night, than
the memories of last night's events came back to him. Lance had betrayed
him and their love for a few moments of pleasure. He had slept with JB, a
total stranger who had entered their lives only last night. But who's
presence would be felt for a long time to come. JC wasn't sure if his love
was strong enough to survive Lance's betrayal, or even if Lance wanted it
to. JC got up and went to his CD case. Whenever he had troubles this was
one place he turned to for solace. After searching a bit he found the CD he
was looking for and cued up the song. It was the perfect fit to how he was
feeling, he was trying his best to get over a lost love but no matter what
he told himself Lance was still there in his heart.

I don't need to fall at your feet
Just 'cause you cut me to the bone
And I won't miss the way that you kiss me
We were never carved in stone
If I don't listen to the talk of the town
Then maybe I can fool myself..

I'll get over you.. I know I will
I'll pretend my ship's not sinking
And I'll tell myself I'm over you
'cause I'm the king of wishful thinking
I am the king of wishful thinking

I refuse to give in to my blues
That's not how it's going to be
And I deny the tears in my eyes
I don't want to let you see.. no
That you have made a hole in my heart
And now I've got to fool myself..

I'll get over you.. I know I will
I'll pretend my ship's not sinking
And I'll tell myself I'm over you
'cause I'm the king of wishful thinking..
I'll get over you.. I know I will
I'll pretend my ship's not sinking
And I'll tell myself I'm over you
'cause I'm the king of wishful thinking

I will never, never shed a tear for you
I'll get over you

If I don't listen to the talk of the town
Then maybe I can fool myself..

I'll get over you.. I know I will
I'll pretend my ship's not sinking
And I'll tell myself I'm over you
'cause I'm the king of wishful thinking
I'm the king of wishful thinking
I'll get over you.. I know I will
You made a hole in my heart
But I won't shed a tear for you
I'll be the king of wishful thinking
I'll get over you..
I'll pretend my heart's still beating
'cause I've got no more tears for you
I'm the king of wishful thinking..
I'll get over you.. I know I will
You made a hole in my heart
And I'll tell myself I'm over you
'cause I'm the king of wishful thinking

	 He put the song on repeat, and with each time through he sank
deeper and deeper into depression. He was so caught up in his misery he was
unaware that Justin had been trying to talk to him. He jump when Justin
touched his shoulder to get his attention.
	" Sorry, I guess you couldn't hear me with your headphones
on. What's going on JC? What happened last night? I thought you and Lance
were going to talk."
	" So did I Just, but I guess Lance had other ideas." JC sighed
heavily, staring off into space.
	"What are you talking about? What happened damn it!" He wanted to
help JC, but how was he supposed to do that if he had no idea what was
going on?
	"He cheated on me Justin. One fight and he goes running into the
arms of a total stranger. He slept with that asshole JB."
	"What? No way Jayce, that's nuts! I see the way he looks at you
when he thinks no one is watching. He is totally in love with you."
	"Then why, when I came back to the room last night, did I find him
sleeping in JB's arms? He was supposed to be waiting up for me so we could
work things out."
	"Just because they slept together it doesn't mean they 'slept'
together and you know it. Lance was probably upset and JB was holding him
and they fell asleep. Go talk to him JC and get this whole mess worked
out." Justin got up and opened the door. "Go, before I kick your ass."
	JC did as he was told but before he left he gave Justin a hug. He
looked at his friend and brother and for the first time a smile played
across his lips.
	"Thanks Justin."
	"Anytime, now get outta here so I can get some beauty sleep. Not
that I need it." He smiled. JC rolled his eyes at his friends antics,
Justin may come off as a bit stuck up sometimes but JC, and anyone else
close to him knew that was total crap.
	JC turned and walked down towards his and Lance's room, dreading
what he might find when he got there. What if JB was still around? He knew
if he came face to face with him he would not be able to control his anger
and any hope of reconciliation with Lance would be gone. Walking into the
suite now he noticed that all the curtains were still tightly drawn. Going
back to the bedroom he found Lance curled up in a ball and completely
covered with the blankets.
	"Lance?"
	"Josh, is that you?"
	"What are you doing under there?" JC tried to pull the covers back
but when he did Lance screamed.
	"Shut the curtains! Shut the curtains!"
	JC quickly got up and did as he was told, not sure what had caused
Lance's sudden outburst but knowing by his tone he was serious. Once that
was done he moved back over to his love and slowly lifted the covers away
while speaking to Lance in a calming voice.
	"It's okay now James. What happened baby? What's going on?" Lance
needed him and his feelings of hurt and betrayal were instantly
diminished. They still lingered but Lance's well-being came first before
anything. That is what being in love is about. He looked down into his
love's eyes and saw the fear there. The sparkle that he had always found
was gone. "James, What's going on? Are you sick? Where's JB?" The mention
of the man's name caused Lance to flinch, this caused JC anger to start
growing. 'If he's done anything to him I'll...' he let the thought drop as
Lance began to shake uncontrollably
	"I'm so cold Josh." Lance had managed to whisper in between the
shakes. JC climbed into the bed now and wrapped his arms tightly around
Lances chest, trying to use his own body heat to warm him. "What's wrong
with me Josh? Last night with you was so wonderful and now I feel like
shit."
	JC just lay there as Lance's words sank in. He thought he had been
with him last night? But how is that even possible? He didn't have time to
contemplate it further as Lance's shakes increased. Somehow he needed to
get him warmed up, fast.
	"James, can you stand up at all? We need to get you into the shower
to warm you up." He tried to get Lance to sit up, but without much
success. He went into the bathroom and decided that it would be easier just
to run a hot bath, so he proceeded to run the water and get it just the
right temperature. Then he undressed Lance and carried him into the
bathroom setting him down slowly to let his body get used to the
water. Eventually his body began to relax and his temperature seemed to
come up. JC bent down and gently smoothed back the hair off his forehead,
giving it a kiss.
	"I'm gonna go talk to the guys and let them know what's up. Will
you be ok for bit?"
	"I think so yeah, I love you Josh." The sincerity of Lance's words
caught JC off guard but he quickly recovered.
	"I love you too sweetie. Now just sit there and relax, I'll be
right back."  Once he was out of the suite he quickly made his way back
down to Justin's room. They had all talked last night about meeting up
there for breakfast in the morning so he knew that's where they'd all be
now. The minute he walked in he was greeted by one of Chris's smartass
comments.
	"Jeez JC what happened to you? Did Lance keep you busy last night?
You look like shit." He then noticed the worried expression on JC's face
and immediately kicked into father mode. He had gotten used to the roll as
group dad being the oldest, especially where Justin and Lance were
concerned. Justin was only fourteen and Lance sixteen when they had joined
the group and on the road Chris was the closest thing to father they had.
	"What going on JC? Where's Lance? Is he ok? What's going on?"
	"Chris, chill! Let him talk." Joey turned to back JC. "Well?"
	"Lance is sick. I think JB might have done something to him."
Justin went to protest but JC stopped him with a look that said he didn't
want to hear it. "I thought he had cheated on me with JB last night so I
stayed with Justin. I went back this morning to talk to him and found him
in bed hiding under the covers. When I tried to get him to come out he
screamed at me to shut the curtains, it was if he thought he'd burst into
flame if he let the light touch him. When I finally got him out he said he
didn't know what was wrong and that last night had been so wonderful cause
we'd made up. But I hadn't talked to him since he left the bar. I think JB
might have drugged him and seduced him. I think that's why he's sick and I
think he remembers some of it. You should have seen the look on his face
when I asked him where JB was, I thought he'd burst into tears. I have him
soaking in the tub now cause he was starting to have the shakes." Once he
had relayed the morning's events he collapsed back into the chair and began
to sob. Justin immediately went to him and wrapped him up in his arms. "If
I find out that bastard did anything to him, there won't be a piece of left
to identify."
	"You'd better leave some for the rest of us too Jayce." Joey spoke
up again. Over the years they had become more than bandmates, they were
family. Nobody screwed with a member of their family or they had four
others to contend with. Justin could attest to that when he had broken up
with Britney Spears and the media went into a feeding frenzy trying to get
the dirt on them. The others were constantly asked about what had happened
to break them up. What went on behind closed doors however, remained behind
closed doors.
	"I'd better go back and check on him. I'll see you guys later,
unless something changes." Joey stopped him before he left.
	"I'll come too. You might need help getting him out of the tub if
he isn't feeling any stronger yet."
	"Thanks, Joe"
	"No problem. I don't think Lance will mind either. Its not like I
haven't seen it all before myself, right?" When the guys had first gotten
together all those years ago Lance and Joey had instantly bonded, and they
were the first ones to come out to each other too. So, it seemed natural
that they should try dating. After a while though they realized that they
were much better off as friends, but they were much more than that. They
had the kind of friendship that only one could have with an ex-lover. It
was more intimate then most friendships, but without being sexual.
	They stepped into the suite and looked around. JC hadn't noticed it
until now but the room looked completely trashed, as if there had been some
sort of struggle. JC made his way to the bathroom while Joey tried to
straiten up the mess. Peeking his head in he JC found Lance passed out and
saw just how exhausted he looked.
	" James, baby? I'm back." he shook Lance's shoulder but got no
response from him. "James? Wake up, we gotta get you out of the tub."
Lance's stirred a bit and JC caught sight of the huge bruise that graced
his loves throat, and the two small puncture wounds that they
surrounded. The reality of what Lance had undergone hit him now as tears
once again invaded his eyes, but these were tears of guilt. If he had not
had a fight with Lance then he wouldn't have been left alone with that
monster JB, and been forced to undergo this torture. He got up and went to
find Joey to show him the wounds he had found. "Joe? Come in here will ya?
I need to show something."
	Joey quickly hurried to the bathroom and when he got there he
couldn't believe what he was seeing. He stood there in total shock taking
in the shape his friends body was now in. It wasn't just the bruises but he
looked so thin too, like he was malnourished. He swore that if JB dared to
show his face ever again he would not hesitate to beat the crap out of
him. Looking closer now he too noticed the puncture wounds.
	"What kind of sick bastard does this to another human being? What
are those do you think? They look too big to be from a needle. He looks
like he was bit. This guy must have been some sort of nutcase that took
himself to be a vampire. I just hope he didn't give him anything, maybe we
should get him checked out. Don't you think?"
	"But where can we take him without it getting out to the press? How
do you think the reaction is gonna be if its discovered that Lance Bass of
*NSYNC was brutally attacked by some strange guy staying in his hotel
room?"
	" Maybe we should call Johnny?"
	"Yeah, that's a good idea actually. He'll need to be told about
this eventually anyway. Better to have it come from us directly. Can you
watch him while I go call?"
	"Sure. Of course"
	As Jc went to retrieve his cell there was an urgent knock at the
door. Opening it, he discovered his parents looking very worried.
	"Mom? Dad? What are you guys doing here?"
	"We need to talk to you Joshua, Where's James?"
	"He's in the tub Dad, he's sick. What's going on?"
	"It's JB, he called us last night. I don't know how he managed to
track you down but he did and now we have to deal with it. He said he had
spent the night with you. I guess that was just to scare us since you seem
to be ok."
	"What are you talking about? How do you know JB? He did spend the
night here last night and he attacked James. It looks like he bit him. What
the hell is going on!" JC was in a panic trying to take in all that had
just happened. It ws all starting to get to be too much for him. By this
time Joey had joined them after hearing the loud voices.
	 "This is going to sound totally insane, but JB is a vampire
Josh. A 400 year old vampire that killed your birth mother, and now he's
come back for you. Its looks as though he tried to get to you through Lance
but when that failed he disappeared again."
	"Have you completely lost your mind? A vampire, like on that TV
show 'Buffy'?"
	"I'm afraid that was more than just a TV show." JC turned to the
man now standing in the doorway.
	"Who the hell are you?"
	"Joss Whedon, JC. I created 'Buffy', both the show and the movie
before it. The names may be different but a lot of what you see actually
happened. I should know I was there, and so was your mother."
	 It was the last thing JC heard before he passed out from the
shock.

____________

 	JC slowly rose from the bed, beside him he saw his love resting
peacefully. Thank God all that craziness had been a dream. But how did he
get here? He remebered leaning over to wake Lance from his sleep, he must
have passed out from the emotional exhaustion and Joey had put them both to
bed. he'd have to thank him later. He noticed it was dark out and went into
the other room to call room service to send up some food. He was not
expecting what he found when he got there. His parents, the guys and Joss
Whedon were sitting in various places talking quietly amongst
themselves. Justin noticed JC enter and all attention was drawn over to
him, standing there taking in the scene. So it had not been a dream after
all. This insanity was real. JB had attacked Lance as retribution for some
grudge he had against JC, a man he hardly knew. He slowly made his way over
to his parents where Chris got up to let him sit.
	"So, I guess my parents have told all of you this insane story of
JB the vampire. Let's just assume for the moment I actually belived all
this. What exactly am I supposd to do about it? Hunt him down and put a
stake through his heart?"
	 "That is the plan, yeah." JC looked at Joss with total disgust.
	"Are you the one that fed this crap to my parents?"
	"Your parents have known since the day they adopted you.  Your
mother hoped that by giving you up you'd be safe from all of this. She
wasn't aware of the prophecy though. None of us were until recently."
	"Prophecy? Oh this just gets better and better."  JC rolled his
eyes in disbelief. "What is this 'prophecy' supposed to say?" JC crossed
his arms over his chest daring this lunatic to come up with a good excuse
on the spot. Joss stood and walked to a small backpack he had brought with
him. Reaching in he pulled out a small but very old looking book. Flipping
through the pages he came to the spot and looked at JC before speaking.
	"This is an old volume of writings by Michel de Nostredame, or more
commonly known as Nostradamus. Perhaps you've heard of him?" JC nodded for
him to continue. " It was only recently that a part of the manuscript was
decoded and this is what was found." Joss retrived his glasses and began to
read. " 'When the Chosen One shall breathe her last, The Hunter will be
revealed and he will come to claim his birthright at last.' This refers to
you JC. It was destined that you were adopted the Chasezs. You are The
Hunter and your mother was the Chosen One."
	"Wait, isn't that what Buffy was called, the Chosen One?"
	"That's right Chris, I see you're a fan. Buffy was based on a high
school friend of mine, JC's mother. You're mother was the last of her kind,
a slayer. Somehow, you aquired her abilities while she carried you. As you
may know historically slayers were always female, but you're altogether
something new."
	JB's words to JC at the club now came into his mind. 'Chasez I
believe is French is it not? It means "hunter".' He knew then who JC was
and he ws testing him. Once he saw that there was no recognition he was
free to get to Lance. Once he had finally accepted the truth his mind was
turned to a new problem. What was he to do about Lance? His heart sank, as
the realization of his duty to protect mankind from vampire-kind caused him
to make the hardest decision of his life. If Lance had indeed been turned
he would have no choice but to release him from his curse. He prayed that
he would have the strength to do the impossible, to take the life of his
one true love...


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