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So Long Banting

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This story is No. 3 in the series "Buffy and Supernatural Fic-a-Thon". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: All Paige Michalchuk wanted to do was go to Banting University. But now, destiny awaits.

Categories Author Rating Chapters Words Recs Reviews Hits Published Updated Complete
Television > Degrassi (all series)supernaturalfanaticFR1511,252001,06010 May 0710 May 07Yes
So Long Banting

Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to Joss Whedon. Degrassi: The Next Generation belongs to Linda Schuyler and Stephen Stohn

Author's Note: Not much of the Buffy cast in here, but there are elements and mentions of.

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Usually when a person goes on a mission that is supposed to be stealthy, then said person expects Mother Nature to comply. So why was it that when Paige Michalchuk and Alana Peters got assigned to a stealthy mission it started to pour. Of course, right when they were leaving, the rain had stopped, but it was kinda hard to be quiet when your feet are making noises and leaving very noticeable prints.

They had done the best they could, making sure to cover their tracks, but they couldn’t do much more than that. Even worse, they were getting dirty and that was something Paige did not like to do. She hated this job, this supposed calling.

‘So much for Banting.’

“Paige, be careful.”

“Be careful? Alana, we’re looking for a Wendigo. It shouldn’t even exist and you’re telling me to be careful,” Paige said in disbelief.

“Is this another Banting mope session?” Alana asked as she fixed the strap of her bag.

Even with Alana walking behind her and barely being able to see in the dark, Paige could see her smirking. It was no secret that Paige did not like being a slayer. Maybe if she had been called after graduating from Banting, or even before getting the thought of going there, then she might have accepted it a little more. But no, she had to be called right when she was accepted. That farewell party she had thrown for her friends had gone off without a hitch, but of course, no one actually knew where she was really going.

Cleveland, for training. Because she was one of many girls in all the world with the power to stop the vampires, demons and the forces of darkness. She was a slayer.

‘Screw this.’

That was her first thought when she was told how her life might be. Yea, it was better than just being the one girl, but it still sucked. She would live a long life, but it probably still wouldn’t be until old age.

“Yes, Alana, another mope session,” Paige threw a glare over her shoulder. “If it wasn’t for this stupid calling, then I could be at Banting, learning something other than how not to die. Or even better, at a party that wouldn’t be crashed by a bunch of vampires.”

“You have to admit it, though,” Alana smiled, “That party was awesome.”

A smile came to Paige’s face as she remembered the famous party that a few slayers decided to throw. Unfortunately no one told the slayer that while staying at the Council, they were protected. No one would directly attack a place full of slayers. But the slayers that threw the party decided to rent a hotel for a good ole hotel party. That quickly turned into a not so good vampire filled hotel party. To the slayer present, though, it was the best party they could have had.

“Fine, so the party had some fun worthy qualities to it, but this stuff isn’t normal,” she sighed. “What teenage girl goes patrolling through a forest for an animal that started out as a human, which no one even told me how that happened, by the way.”

“What is normal, anyway?” Alana snorted at the comment.

“Conforming to the standard or the common type; usual; not abnormal; regular; natural,” Paige deadpanned.

“You were just waiting for someone to ask that, weren’t you?”

“No,” Paige shook her head as she moved a low hanging branch from her view. “I memorized it so that I can constantly remind myself of what I once was.’

“You know, among the slayers, you’re normal,” Alana pointed out. “The vampires and demons are not normal, you are.”

“True, but I would prefer to not have the ability to use any weapon that comes into my hands.”

“Wait, back up a bit, you don’t know what a Wendigo is? Weren’t you paying attention to your Watcher?”

“I was, but that voice of his kinda threw me off. Have you heard him speak?”

“Well, since you were drooling over you Watcher, you missed the part about how a Wendigo was once a man or woman who, after eating another human, turns into a monster who keeps eating people.”

“Well that’s gross.”

Alana gave Paige a “well, duh” look behind her.

A twig snapped to their left and Paige stepped into a defensive stance. Paige didn’t have to turn around to know that Alana did so as well. With a whisper, she spoke, “You heard that too, huh?”

“Yup,” Alana whispered back.

She could definitely hear it, but it was moving too fast for her to see it. She thanked whoever was listening for giving her the ability to see in the dark, though; she only saw trees at the moment.

“Behind us,” Alana told her. Paige nodded and focused her senses. The Wendigo was coming fast, but with her fast reflexes, Alana swung her leg around and caught it by the chin, or something that should have been a chin.

The thing was pretty resilient, as it didn’t stay down for long. It went back to circling them, trying to find the right time to strike.

“Isn’t there anything we can do?” Paige asked. She’d never dealt with anything other than vampires. She didn’t know why her Watcher thought this would be good. Maybe he thought this would be good practice for when she faced a demon.

“Got the solution right here,” Alana smirked as she dropped her bag and started rummaging through it. “Distract him, and when I tell you to, get outta the way.”

“Distract him?” Paige gave her an incredulous look. “You can’t be serious?”

Alana’s face did not show any signs of sarcasm. Rolling her eyes, Paige swallowed her fear and ventured away from Alana. She didn’t really know how to distract something that ate her, but figured she could think of something.

“Hey, big and ugly!” she called out. She looked over her should to see Alana setting something up. “Got some nice flesh here for ya.”

“Yea, that’ll get his attention,” Alana muttered to herself.

Paige heard him in front of her and pulled her knife out. She figured if Alana was putting something together, then a knife probably wouldn’t do much, but she thought she’d try. The Wendigo surprised her with his quickness and was on top of her.

“This is so gross,” she screamed as a bit of saliva managed to touch her face. She tried to fight back, but the thing had the advantage. Its jaws snapped at her, but she was able to keep it at bay.

“I’m ready!” she could hear Alana yell. “Get it away from you and I’ll take care of it!”

“No problem!” Paige shouted back. Gripping her knife, she drove it into the Wendigo’s shoulder. It cried out in pain and Paige swiped at its face. It reared back and Paige quickly rolled to the side. “Now!”

The forest lit up as the flames erupted from Alana’s torch.

“You were carrying a torch this whole time and didn’t think to use it before?” Paige cried out.

“Not that kinda torch,” Alana shook her head. The flames stopped and the demon was a nice shade of burnt.

“Let’s get out of here, now,” Paige insisted as she brushed the dirt off of her top. “I have to scrub myself raw to get this saliva off.”

“Drama Queen,” Alana laughed as they walked out of the forest.

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