The Male Slayer - A Buffy The Vampire Slayer Fanfiction

VI. Team Powers That Be (Chapter 3)

As James' vision adjusted to the sudden lighting change, he observed the sand surrounding him. For as far as he could see, there was just sand, sand and more sand. In the near distance, James spotted the only discrepancy, a partly submerged pyramid. He began his walk through the desert, reaching the pyramid about five minutes later. Weird symbols were inscribed on it, with no explanation as to what exactly they meant. Spotting a small gap in the bricks, James theorised that this was the entrance, albeit almost completely covered by sand. He got down on all fours and crawled through, standing up once he had reached the other side. The door began to slide down behind him, although it didn't have to go very far because of the sand issue. It was now pitch black and James couldn't see a thing. 

"Um, hello?" he asked, waiting for a reply of some kind. He held his hands out in front of him and began to walk forward slowly. Suddenly, he felt his feet get swept away, and he hit the ground hard. "What the hell?" James began to hear three male voices speaking in a foreign language, seemingly to each other. The darkness began to lift and James found himself being stared at by the three voices, belonging to what looked like tribesmen. Their clothing and vibe were so out of place to James, despite the fact they were alone out here in the desert. The three men kept gibbering to each other in what James believed to be an African language of some kind. Then, one of them began to float into heavily-accented English mid-conversation, out of nowhere.

"The failsafe has been called." he said, pointing to James. 

"Failsafe?" James repeated, insulted. 

"Silence." the same tribesman told James. He turned back to the other tribesmen, "He should never have been called." 

"There was a loophole." another tribesman replied, "We did not foresee the existence of more than one." 

"Excuse me, gentlemen." James interrupted. All three of the tribesman turned to look at him expectantly. "Could you perhaps fill me in on why you're talking about me like I'm not meant to exist?" 

The tribesmen all looked at each other, debating whether they reveal all their secrets. "What is said here, must never be repeated to anyone." one of them demanded, approaching James, who was only just now picking himself up off the ground.

"I promise." James replied, observing the stern looks on the tribesmen's faces. 

"When the first slayer was called by us, we decided to create an option in case something occurred out of our hands." one tribesman began.

"The body and mind is fragile, they can be broken. In case of a situation where the Slayer was unable to perform her duties for an extended and undetermined period of time, yet still alive, not allowing the next Slayer to be called, we needed someone to take over." the second tribesman continued.

"However, if the Slayer was disabled because of a threat to the world, we needed someone stronger to handle the problem. Which is why, a 'Male Slayer' would be called." the third tribesman finished. 

"A bit sexist, don't you think?" James asked, cocking an eyebrow at their explanation. "But Faith is awake, she has been for a long time now, why am I still here?" 

"The existence of more than one Slayer at a time was unanticipated, had we been under full control of everything, we would never have called you." the first tribesman explained.

"Once a Slayer has been given their abilities, we can't take them away." the second said.

"It's not our responsibility anymore." the third concluded.

James stood silent for a while, clearly choosing his next words carefully. "In a world where there are three Slayers when there should only be one, what can I do?" James asked, watching the tribesman's expressions carefully.