Date: Sun, 24 Aug 2003 20:56:20 -0700 (PDT)
From: Silven Fox <silvenfox@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Trinity - 2

Disclaimer: I don't own Nsync. I don't know Josh Chasez in real life. This
will be a Josh Chasez centered story. This story is in no way meant to
imply that he is homosexual in real life. This piece of literature is
simply the work of a fan and is pure fiction.

I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or anything associated with it. It
belongs to its creator Joss Whedon and whoever else owns it. This piece of
literature is simply the work of a humble fan.


Now that I have all the disclaimers out the way, time for the
introduction. I have no idea when I came up with this story. It was a long
time ago I know that. I think I was spacing out, while I was in Anatomy
class and that's when I got the idea to do this.

Now if you have any comments, feedback or you just want to drop a
word. Send them to SilvenFox@yahoo.com



Chapter 2


JC plopped down onto the couch his thoughts racing wildly through his
head. William gazed down at him his facial expression one of complete calm.

"I guess the best place to start is the beginning," began William.

JC looked up at him cocking his head. "Your accent is English isn't it?" he
asked.

William nodded, "Yes, it is. Now, as I was saying the best place to start
is the beginning. There was once a time when demons and other creatures of
darkness controlled the Earth. They were eventually driven into hell by the
forces of light. The last demon to leave the Earth fed off a human and
mixed their blood, infecting him. That's how Vampires were born. The human
was cursed to drink blood, thus infecting others. Around this time, a
warrior was created to fight back against this menace. A girl was endowed
with supernatural powers. The powers of the Slayer."

"There you go with this girl stuff again. I'm a guy," interrupted JC.

William held up his hand silencing JC. "I will get to that. The powers of
the Slayer are advanced healing, strength, speed, stamina, hearing,
durability, and sight."

JC raised an eyebrow at the lengthy list of powers, but he didn't voice his
disbelief. He decided to wait until the end to reserve judgment on William.

William continued. "For as long as there has been a Slayer, there have been
Watchers. The Watchers Council is composed of a group of men and women
whose job is to seek out a Slayer and lead them on their path."

"Like the YMCA," said JC, smiling.

William shot him a disapproving look and JC stopped smiling suddenly
feeling like he just got scolded. "Your case is special, Mr. Chasez. There
has never been a male Slayer before. Ever."

JC grudgingly started to believe William. His story sounded completely
insane. It was too complex to be considered the ramblings of a
lunatic. Plus the whole knife thing was a big motivation.

"So, why am I different?" questioned JC, thinking over the information.

"It involves two other Slayers -- "

JC interrupted him before he could finish his sentence. "How does one
become a Slayer anyway. I know for sure that I didn't send away for a
membership or anything."

William smiled thinly. "That's simple. There are girls all over the world
with the potential to become a Slayer. When the current Slayer dies another
one is called and thus the line is continued."

"Ouch," said JC, making a pained face. His brain jump-started as he thought
over what William just said. "Wait a minute. If I'm a Slayer, does that
mean the last one died?"

William sighed softly. He sat down on the couch next to JC his face
suddenly looking very pensive. "Your being a Slayer involves two other
Slayers. In 1996 a girl by the name of Buffy Summers was called at the age
of fifteen. One year later she died at the hands of a Vampire called the
Master. He drowned her in a pool of water. One of her friends found her and
resurrected her by doing CPR. That's when something that's never happened
before took place. Since Buffy heart had stopped and her life ended for
those crucial few moments another Slayer was called."

"So, there is a Chosen Two now instead of One," said JC slowly, looking at
William with an inquisitive gaze.

The British man shook his head. "Let me finish. Kendra was the next Slayer
called. She was killed a year later by the Vampiress, Druscilla. Another
young girl named Faith was called after her. So for a time there were two
Slayers in the world. Faith eventually succumbed to evil and killed
innocent people. She is now doing time in a women's prison in California."

"Can't she just break out. I mean she is like Wonder Woman," replied JC.

"She has seen the error of her ways and wants to redeem herself by doing
her time."

JC scratched his head still confused. "That still doesn't explain me."

William smiled shaking his head at JC's constant interruptions. "It
doesn't, but I'm getting to that. Last year Buffy Summers died by jumping
into a portal that would cause all dimensional walls to break down. You
were called after her death."

JC paused tapping his fingers against his chin. He looked at William a
sweet smile on his face. "How can I say this nicely?" he asked, smiling. He
dropped his smile narrowing his eyes. "I'm a guy, asshole! Have you
forgotten about that? If you tell me I'm a girl, so help -- "

William cringed at the furious look in JC's eyes. He scooted away from him
moving to the other side of the couch. "No, I haven't forgot that. Let me
finish the story. A few months after Buffy Summers died, her friends worked
powerful dark magick to bring her back to life. The Watchers Council spent
those few months looking for the new Slayer but we could never find
her. That's when I found a prophecy hidden in our archives."

William reached into his pocket and pulled out a long rolled up piece of
parchment. He unrolled the ancient looking scroll and began to read it.

"The Slayer of fortune will die then rise breaking the power line.  Another
will be called, making what was one now two. The Slayer of fortune die
again, only to be risen by her crimson friend. What was one then two will
now be three. The third is different for this one is not woman but
man. They are the Chosen Three, the Slayer Trinity.  Generals of the Army
of Light they are together. Only united will the light triumph in the End
of Days."

JC stood up and began to pace the living room back and forth. It was just
all too much. Demons. Vampires. Slayers. Magic. Prophecies. It was all a
lot to take in at once. How could he be some special person? All he ever
wanted to do was become a singer and live his dreams of fame. Now, he finds
out that he is some mystical fighter that kills Vampires for a
living. Screw that.

"Listen William. I've had a wonderful time, but this wasn't it. You have
the wrong person. You said that that Buffy girl died last year and that's
when I was called. Why then haven't I shown any powers or anything? You've
obviously have got the wrong guy."

William shook his head negative. He stood up looking at JC confidant. "The
Council do not make mistakes with this sort of thing. If they say you are a
Slayer, then you are a Slayer. The only reason your powers haven't kicked
in fully is because you haven't been trained yet. If you ever came in
contact with a Vampire your instincts would kick in and you would see what
you can do."

JC smirked suddenly crossing his arms. "Then take me to see a Vampire
then. If my so-called Slayer instincts will come out then I'll know your
right. If I don't see a Vampire, I'm calling the police and they'll haul
your sorry ass off to prison, where you're going to become some guys new
cell bitch."

William crossed his arms mirroring JC's stance. "Then let us go to the
nearest cemetery."

JC bowed low making a sweeping gesture toward the front door. "After
you. You might try and shank me if I walk in front of you."

William rolled his eyes sighing loudly in exasperation. They walked outside
and got into JC's car. JC was tempted to get into the car and just drive
off to Lance's house, but he had a feeling that William would just meet him
there. The drive to the cemetery was spent in silence. JC would alternate
his gaze from the road to glaring at the older man sitting in the passenger
seat.

The full moon's rays shined down on them as they walked through the eerily
quiet cemetery. JC jumped at every little unrecognizable noise. Walking
through a cemetery at night, was something that he never thought he would
do. He had seen enough horror movies to know what happened to people who
walked through the cemetery at night. They got killed.

"I don't see any Vampires, Waldo," complained JC, sitting down next to an
old cracking tombstone.

"Its William," corrected the Watcher curtly. "And just wait. They'll come."

JC snorted resisting the urge to make a smart comment. He took the time to
look around the quiet cemetery. It looked like an ordinary cemetery. It had
headstones, trees, and even the occasional crypt.

"How old are you anyway?" asked JC, bored out of his mind.

William pursed his lips together into a thin line. JC could tell he wasn't
going to answer.

"I bet you're like 42 or maybe 75."

"I'm 36," corrected William irritably, not looking at JC. He was gazing
stonily around him looking for any signs of trouble.

There was a moment of silence till JC started to talk again. "How about I
leave you here and you can just take a picture of the vampire. I think I'll
just go -- "

Suddenly, there was a loud scraping sound from the grave beside him. The
dirt was fresh signaling that the grave was just freshly dug. JC closed his
mouth and quickly stood up. He stared fearfully at the grave next to
him. Slowly, the dirt started to move and rise upwards. JC stepped back in
fear.

"Your going to need this," said William, pressing something into JC's hand.

JC looked down at what William gave him. In his hand was a sharpened piece
of wood. With a start JC realized exactly what it was. William had given
him a stake. JC turned back to the grave watching in horror as a pale man
burst free from the ground.

"Oh. My. God." JC whispered, hoarsely.

The new vampire rose to his feet quickly. He looked around slowly stopping
when his gaze landed on JC. He looked normal enough expect that his skin
was extremely pale. A hungry look appeared in the demon's eyes and suddenly
his face twisted and changed into something else. His eyes turned golden
his brow became more prominent by the ridges that appeared above it. The
vampire smiled showing his teeth that had lengthened into a pair of sharp
looking fangs.

"Well that's different," said JC, before the vampire tackled him the
ground.

They wrestled on the ground each fighting for dominance. The vampire was no
bigger than JC, but he was way stronger than he was. The vampire pinned JC
down to the ground his yellow eyes looking feral and wild-like.

With a grunt JC brought his leg up and pushed kicked the attacker off
him. The vampire flew through the air landing on the ground a few feet
away. JC jumped to his feet holding the stake tightly in his right hand. He
glanced at William desperately, only to see the older man sitting on top of
a tombstone watching the fight intently.

"Figures, Dudley Fucking Do Right wouldn't be of any help," muttered JC
under his breathe.

The vampire got back his bearing and sprung again at JC. The singer saw the
punch as it was heading towards him. Something clicked in his head as he
saw the fist come toward him. It was like his body went into
auto-pilot. Involuntarily, JC grabbed the approaching arm in a vice like
grip. Both the vampire and JC's face was an expression of surprise at the
unexpected action. Without even realizing it JC brought down his elbow hard
on the forearm of the vampire. There was a sickening crunch as the telltale
sign of the bone breaking filled the night air.

"Arrggghhh!" the vampire howled in agony.

Letting his instincts take over, JC went low and did a sweeper kick. The
vampire legs were sweeped out from under him causing him to fall roughly to
the ground. JC gripped the stake and quickly brought it down into the
vampire's unbeating heart. There was a rushing sound and before JC's eyes
the vampire exploded into dust.

The sound of clapping filled the air. JC turned around to see William
standing before him, applauding with a proud smile on his face. "Wonderful
job!"

JC collapsed to the ground on his knees. He dropped the stake beside
him. He suddenly felt as if his whole world had just been turned upside
down. William had been telling the truth. He was a Slayer. His brain felt
like jello and couldn't seem to process his thoughts right. His mind
wrapped around the first thing it could comprehend.

JC looked up at William his eyes narrowed dangerously. "You never said that
the fucker was going to be Dracula on steroids!"

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More to come soon. The next part will mostly be JC learning how to fight
and beginning training. In case you're wondering this takes place in Season
7 of Buffy. It's about a month or so before Lessons (the episode where Dawn
first goes to Sunnydale High).

Now if you have any comments, feedback or you just want to drop a
word. Send them to SilvenFox@yahoo.com