Two Girls, One World

I really shouldn't but I started a new story! Yay! haha...I must be stopped! Joss Whedon owns Buffy and Richelle Mead owns VA! My first crossover! Whoop-whoop!

Chapter 1

BPOV

I move a little faster, hearing soft footsteps behind me. I round a corner and push my body into a doorway. I watch a pretty brunette girl walk into the dim light of the alley way. She places her hands on her hips and I jump out, tackling her to the ground. We grapple for several minutes before I finally pin her.

"Who the hell are you?" I demand, shoving my stake against her chest. She chuckles darkly.

"You attacked me," she states smirking, "Who the hell are you?"

"You were following me," I hiss from between clenched teeth. Before I realize what's happening, she flips me off of her and onto my back. She pins me to the ground and studies me.

"You're human," she states, looking confused. Then she stands and offers me her hand. I allow her to pull me to my feet but she doesn't let go of me.

"Rose Hathaway, at your service," she tells me, shaking my hand, "Now, you go."

"Buffy Summers," I answer, eyebrows knitting together in confusion, "What are you?" She gives me a cheeky grin.

"I'm a dhampir, silly," she says, walking towards the Bronze, "And what are you? It's obviously that you're not human or a dhampir so you must be something else."

"I'm the vampire slayer," I explain, feeling like I can trust this strange girl and also feeling like we were meant to help each other. Well, I did anyway, until she started laughing.

"What the hell is so funny?" I demand as Willow and Xander walk over to greet me.

"Oh, you were serious," she says, as she stops laughing at me, "I thought that was a myth. Does this place sell food?" My eyes widen.

"Yeah, they do but that is the least of our worries right now. You do realize that I have better things to do right? Because right now, you're being very rude and you are in my town not the other way around."

"Who shoved a stick up your ass?" she asks, smirking.

"Hey, Buff, who's your friend?" Xander asks, slinging an arm around my shoulder. I push it off, not in the mood.

"She is not my friend," I snap. The girl extends her hand towards Xander and they shake.

"I'm Rose and she's right, we're not friends. I don't even know her," she tells my friends. I narrow my eyes.

"This is Xander and that's Willow," I say, pointing to each. She stands with her arms crossed and studies them.

"Are these two slayers too?" she asks and now I laugh.

"There's only one slayer," I explain.

"Now, there's Kendra," Willow points out helpfully.

"Oh, right," I say, looking down. I look back up at Rose, "There are two at the moment because I died but Xander revived me." I watch her eyes widen.

"We have a lot in common and a lot to talk about," she saunters over to a table and plunks into a chair. Willow and Xander look at me questionably and I shrug. We sit with Rose.

"You lead the conversation," I say bluntly, "Starting with who and what you are. Also the reason you're here."

"I know you only have one kind of vampire because I've heard the stories, I just assumed someone made them up," she produces a gleaming silver stake from her boot, "I know that you use wooden stakes, but we have to use silver ones. I come from a race of vampires called the Moroi. They are not evil. In fact, they are alive and born from two parents just like you are. They can handle a small amount of sunlight. They wield magic in the four elements, well there's a rare fifth one but I'll get into that later. Anyway, they don't kill to feed; they use willing humans called feeders and only take a small amount each day. They are being hunted by our version of your vampires. Those are called Strigoi and are made, not born, and cannot handle any sun. They can be killed in three ways. Fire, decapitation and a silver stake through the heart."

"I'm sorry but what does this have to do with you?" Willow asks, sheepishly. I smile at my friend.

"The third race in my life are called dhampirs. They, I, are half Moroi-half human. That's what I am. We train all our lives in academies to protect the Moroi. Without them, we would die out since we no longer interact with humans and can't reproduce with other dhampirs. So, we train to be this Strigoi killing machines to protect the Moroi so that we can continue on. To make an already long story short, my lover was turned in an attack on my school and I have no clue why but I feel that he's here. I just know. I'm here to kill him and set his soul free. I know he wouldn't want this," she finished in a whisper, playing with her stake.

"We really do have a lot in common. My lover just so happens to be my kind of evil vampire," I say darkly.

"When was he turned?" she asks.

"Almost two-hundred and fifty years ago," I deadpan. Her eyes widen in shock, "He killed a gypsy a hundred years back so they cursed him with a soul. Something happened and he lost his soul. Now he's trying to kill everyone I love." Rose smiles wryly.

"I think the four of us will make a fantastic team," she jokes, "Are you both human?"

"You're darn tootin'," Willow tells her. Xander just nods. I kick him under the table, knowing why he's being so quiet.

"Ow!" he yelps.

"Oops," I say, shrugging, "We should go see Giles. Tell him what's going on."

"I don't think he'll believe you, Buff," Xander says.

"That's why she's coming with us," I gesture to Rose. She groans.

"I have to explain everything again, don't I?" she complains, "And who's Giles?"

"My watcher," I tell her as we all stand to leave.

"What the fuck is a watcher?" she snaps. I just laugh. I think I'm going to like this girl.

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