Sister Dearest: Sister Dearest
by Trina OLeary
All characters in the Buffyverse belong to Joss Whedon - I'm only borrowing them and I'll put them back when I'm done. The only character in this story that isn't Joss Whedon's is Hannah, who I made up for this story. If you want to put this story on your webpage, contact me first and give me the site so I can visit! Thanx a bunch and I hope you enjoy!
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Buffy was doing her usual routine -- sweeping the local cemeteries, peeking into the Bronze looking for paranormals, nothing out of the ordinary Slayer’s life -- when she stumbled upon one of the oddest things she had ever seen in her life. A young girl, perhaps six or seven, was walking through the cemetery.
“Hey! Kid!” she yelled, trying to get the girl’s attention. The girl turned her head and stared at Buffy with deep brown eyes. It started to cry.
“Help me,” she whimpered. Buffy ran over to the little girl.
“What’s wrong?” she asked. “Here. I’ll take you home. Where do you live?” Buffy took the girl’s hand and immediately something went off in her head. The girl’s hands were cold. She looked down, and the little girl had stopped crying. Now, the girl looked at Buffy, scared.
“You’re the Slayer,” it gasped, rearing back. The frail undead girl turned on her heels and ran. Buffy watched as the child in the oversized brown sweater -- looks like something Xander would wear, she thought to herself -- and the brown leggings ran off into the night. She didn’t follow. Instead, she turned in the opposite direction and ran towards Sunnydale High School.
* * *
Buffy opened the doors quickly. The library was empty, but she could sense that Giles was in here somewhere.
“Giles! Important!” she yelled. Her Watcher walked slowly out from the Stacks.
“What is it, Buffy?”
“A vampire.”
“Did you kill it?”
“I couldn’t -- it ran,” Buffy said. “It was a little girl, Giles. A little curly headed brunette girl in a brown V-Neck sweater that was WAY too big for her and little brown leggings and -- Oh God Giles it was a little girl!!! She should be at home in a nice cozy bed enjoying her life with her barbie dolls but instead she’s sucking people’s blood and running from me! I could be babysitting her, for God’s sake!” Buffy sat down to catch her breath. Giles looked at her.
“Are you sure it was a vampire?”
“Yes!!!!!!” she screamed. Giles jumped. “I’m sorry, Giles. But it was a little girl. A little girl with pointy teeth and a wrinkly forehead.”
“How old did it look?” Giles questioned her.
“Six or seven,” Buffy muttered. “A little girl.” Her mind flashed back to the night that her mom had found two little blond kids at the park. They were demons, too. “I want to know who changed her. And I want to know who she is.”
“I don’t think there’s any way to know who changed her, Buffy. But I’ll try and find out who she is.”
“No need,” came a quiet voice from the doorway. Buffy and Giles both looked up. It was Xander. “She was my sister.” Buffy stared at Xander in awe. “You didn’t kill her, did you Buff?”
“No, Xander, I didn’t... she ran away from me,” Buffy replied softly. She got up out of the chair she was sitting in. She walked over to Xander -- who was now fighting back tears -- and she gave him a hug. “Can you tell me about her?”
“I’ll try,” Xander replied. He sat down with Buffy and took a deep breath. “She was born on April 17th, 1990. She would be nine now,” he said. He wiped away a tear and continued. “Her name was Hannah Alexandra. Her middle name was a play on my name. I got to pick it. She was killed the day before you moved here. I don’t know who did it -- we were outside playing at the park. The sun went down, and she disappeared. We searched for about three hours, and we found her laying in a ditch. She was dead. She was wearing one of my sweaters that day, one I gave her because she got cold while she was swinging. It was a brown V-neck with white stripes on the collar. She was six years old, Buffy. Six years old. She could be at home in bed. Some psycho vampire decided that they wanted a little girl vampire. I want to find the vampire, Buffy. I really do,” he said. He let out a sob. “I remember singing. It was really quiet, and she heard it too.”
“Drusilla sings,” Buffy realized who it had been. Hannah had long, curly brown hair. So did Drusilla. “Maybe it was Drusilla -- Hannah looked like her, sort of.”
“I want her dead,” Xander muttered, louder than he had been speaking. “I want her dead and I want to grind my shoe in her dust.”
“It’s done,” Buffy said, getting up.
“Wait,” Xander said. “I want to come.”
“Okay, Xander,” Buffy added. Xander gave her a big bear hug.
“Gimme a stake,” he gave a slight grin. “I wanna help.”
* * *
Buffy and Xander crept into the mansion from a back garden entrance. Buffy could already sense that there were vampires inside -- but not many. Two or three, tops. She knew exactly who they would be.
“Vamps?” Xander asked, noticing Buffy’s tenseness.
“Yep. Probably Spike and Drusilla -- and your sister. You up for it?”
“Yeah,” Xander took a deep breath. Buffy crept closer to the next room, and he could now hear voices faintly.
* * *
“Do you want to play with Miss Edith, Hannah?” Drusilla asked, waving Miss Edith in Hannah’s face.
“Yes, please, mommy,” Hannah said. Drusilla squealed with delight as she heard Hannah call her ‘mommy’. In the adjoining room, Xander cringed.
“Here you are. Don’t hurt Miss Edith, Hannah. Mommy will get mad,” Drusilla carefully handed Miss Edith to Hannah, who held the pale porcelain doll like a baby. Hannah walked off into the next room, cradling the doll. Buffy decided it was time to attack. She jumped through the doorway. Drusilla vamped out and gave a cat-like hiss.
“Now now, pet, no need to sizzle,” Spike said, wrapping his arms around Dru’s middle. “Let’s just kill her and get it over with.” Spike went behind Drusilla and rested his chin on her shoulder. He winked at Buffy, telling her that their truce held. He vamped out and shoved Drusilla into the fireplace, slamming her arm on the mantle. A loud snap was heard as she gave a scream.
“Mommy! Mommy!” Hannah came running into the room. She saw Buffy, and a scared look came into her eyes. Xander shot in, hearing Hannah. “Alex?” she whispered quietly. “Alex! It’s you!”
“Alex?” Buffy questioned. Xander glanced in her direction, but his gaze was cut off by Hannah giving him an enormous bear hug.
“Alex! I missed you! I couldn’t find you ever because I can’t come out in the sun and I’m not allowed in the Bronze because mommy said I can’t go! What happened to mommy?” Hannah looked over at Drusilla, who was whining excessively and nursing the bone that was protruding from her lower arm. “She should go see the doctor.”
“Yeah, she should,” Xander smiled, forgetting for a moment that Hannah was a vampire. He acted like nothing had changed. “Lets go home.”
“I am home,” Hannah said, stepping backwards. “With mommy and uncle Spike. They told me you were bad and you should come over for dinner sometime.” Hannah vamped out, and Buffy gasped, jumping backwards. Hannah approached Xander -- but he was prepared. He closed his eyes and jabbed forward with a stake. Hannah disappeared in a puff of dust.
“I love you Hannah,” Xander said as he wiped a tear from his cheek. He turned toward the sniveling Drusilla in the corner. “You killed my sister,” he said. He grabbed her broken arm and twisted it sharply, causing her to jump up and squeal in pain. He punched her in the stomach, and then spit in her hair. She gave out a whiny yelp, and he slapped her in the face. He kicked her, knocking her back down -- but he still had her arm, which caused her to give out another cry of agony. “Burn in hell,” he muttered, as he rammed the stake into her back with such force that it would have killed her even if it had missed her heart. He ground his shoes in the dust she left behind.
* * *
“So what’s up with the Alex thing?” Buffy asked quietly as they made their way back to the library. They had left Spike -- who had promised to leave Buffy and her friends alone -- as a bloody pulp on the floor of the mansion.
“My name’s Alexander,” he blandly replied. “She used to call me Alex -- so did everyone else but Willow. She’s always called me Xander. She thought it was cool. I took on the Xander name after Hannah died.” He walked on, eyes straight forward, refusing to look anywhere but forward. A few stray tears had gone unnoticed, but he finally wiped his eyes as they neared the library.
“Xander,” Buffy got his attention. He looked at her with such pain in his eyes that she had never seen in her life. She gave him a hug, and let him cry into her shoulder for a while. They sat down on one of the benches in the courtyard of the school. She gave him a kiss on the cheek.
“I killed her,” he gasped. “I killed her twice.”
“No you didn’t, Xander. Drusilla killed her.”
“But I stabbed her with the stake!” he choked out, as he let three years of tears overtake his physique.
“You saved her with the stake, Xander. There was a demon in her. You let her go. She’ll always be grateful. And she’ll always watch over you,” Buffy reassured, as they sat underneath the stars.
“I miss her, Buffy,” Xander quietly moaned. “I miss her so much.”
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