Buffy the Vampire Slayer - The Harvest

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author’s

imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or

dead, is entirely coincidental.

AnOriginal Publication of POCKET BOOKS

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BUFFY STEPPED INTO

THE MAUSOLEUMAND

THE VAMPIRES FROZE.

“You know, I just wanted to start over. Be like everybody else. Have some friends, maybe a dog. . . .

But no. You had to come here. You couldn’t go suck on some other town.”

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Before Buffy could go on, a voice came from the shadows behind her. “You’re wasting my time,” Luke

said calmly.

“Hey,” Buffy retorted, “I had other plans, too, okay?”

The vampire shoved a heavy stone slab straight at her, but Buffy leaped over it and jumped on top. With

one swift movement, she flipped over and planted both feet solidly on Luke’s chest. The momentum

caused both of them to fall, but Buffy managed to get up first, pulling out her stake and driving it toward

his chest. Luke’s hand shot out and grabbed it just before it made contact.

“You think you can stop me?” Luke’s face was twisted with rage. “Stop us?” He squeezed his fist. The

stake splintered like a matchstick.

Victorious now, he loomed over her, contemplating her with gleeful animal hunger.

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THE HARVEST

A novelization by Richie Tankersley Cusick

Based on the episodes by Joss Whedon•Created by Joss Whedon

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New York London Toronto Sydney Singapore

PROLOGUE

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

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CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 8

CHAPTER 9

CHAPTER 10

CHAPTER 11

CHAPTER 12

CHAPTER 13

CHAPTER 14

CHAPTER 15

CHAPTER 16

CHAPTER 17

CHAPTER 18

CHAPTER 19

CHAPTER 20

CHAPTER 21

CHAPTER 22

CHAPTER 23

CHAPTER 24

CHAPTER 25

CHAPTER 26

CHAPTER 27

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

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to Frances Wenner with love

for teaching me how to slay

all those creatures of the dark

Virginia, 1866:The frequent disappearance of local Civil War widows shocked an already grieving

community. These events ended when Lucy Hanover arrived in town.

Chicago, May 1927:Forty-one bodies were found near Union Station. Shortly after the arrival of a

certain young woman, the mysterious murders stopped.

FOR EACH GENERATION

THERE IS ONLY ONE SLAYER

Now it’s starting all over again. . ..

THE HARVEST

PROLOGUE

Sunnydale High School looked different at night.

In fact, it looked almost scary.

Classes had been over for hours, and now the buildings lay empty and eerily silent, walls gleaming dark

in the moonlight. Shadows clung to the stairwells; rooms gaped along the corridors like so many

abandoned caves. When a window suddenly shattered inside one of them, the echo seemed to hang

there forever, even as a hand thrust beyond the broken glass, fumbling with the lock and sliding the

window up.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?”

The girl who spoke looked around nervously as her male companion climbed through, then reached

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back to help her.

“It’s a great idea!” he insisted. “Come on.”

He led her out into the hallway. It was even blacker out here than the classroom had been, and the girl

threw him a timid glance.

“You go to school here?”

“Used to,” he said. “On top of the gym, it’s so cool—you can see the whole town.”

“I don’t want to go up there.”

His body moved against hers. “Oh, you can’t wait, huh?”

“We’re just gonna get in trouble,” she protested, but he only pressed closer.

“Count on it.”

As he kissed her, he felt the tensing of her shoulders, felt her pull away from him, saw the genuine look

of fear upon her face.

“What was that?”

“What was what?” he asked impatiently.

“I heard a noise.”

“It’s nothing.”

“Maybe it’s something . . .”

“Maybe it’s some Thing . . .” he deadpanned.

“That’s not funny.”

Grudgingly the boy surveyed their surroundings. The hall was still dark, still completely deserted, yet the

shadows seemed to have thickened somehow, creeping up on them while they hadn’t been watching. He

could feel the girl cowering close behind him.

“Hello . . .” he called softly, teasingly.

Silence.

“There’s nobody here,” he said at last, turning back to her.

But she still sounded frightened. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.”

“Okay,” she murmured.

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And then, as her face contorted into a horrible shape, she bared her fangs, burying them swiftly into his

neck.

CHAPTER 1

Buffy was lost.

Wandering through a place she didn’t know and didn’t want to know.

A subterranean chamber, perhaps, or the hidden lair of some horrible beast—this dark, forgotten place

of dampness and decay. She moved on through the gloom, wary and confused, trying to figure out where

she was, how to find her way out again. And yet while one small part of her mindknew she was

dreaming—hadto be dreaming—another part warned her that this place was all too real, all too horribly

close.

Images jumped out at her, then faded again almost instantly, leaving only the vaguest of memories in their

wake. She saw candles flickering over a deep red pool . . . clawing fingers through a glow of fire . . .

drawings of beasts and the silvery glint of a cross. Demonic laughter echoed among crumbling

headstones—faceless figures stalked her—and then suddenly, startlingly clear, she saw a book, a very

old book with the wordVAMPYR engraved upon its cover . . .

From far, far away she could feel herself tossing and turning upon her bed, tossing and struggling even as

the dream pulled her deeper and deeper into its spell. Without warning a shadow rose up behind her, foul

and evil, a shadow black as death, roaring through her head, through her veins—“I’ll takeyou . . . like a

cancer . . . I’ll get inside you and eatmy way out—”

Buffy’s eyes flew open.

Even in the light of morning, it was as if the nightmare still lingered, the horror of it, the danger of it . . .

She sat up in bed, blinking against the brightness that streamed in through her window. She was awake

now; she was perfectly safe. This was her room . . . her house . . . her reality—

“Buffy?”

“I’m up, Mom.”

“Don’t want to be late for your first day!” Joyce Summers called from the hallway.

“No,” Buffy mumbled to herself. “Wouldn’t want that.”

She heard the uncertainty in her own voice. She sat up and stared around the room, at the

half-decorated walls, the unpacked boxes stacked in one corner.

Then with a sigh, she forced the last dregs of nightmare from her mind and got up to face the day.

“Now, you have a good time,” Joyce Summers said, watching Buffy get out of the car. “I know you’ll

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make friends right away. Think positive. And, honey . . .” she paused, sounding hopeful. “Try not to get

kicked out.”

“I promise.”

As her mother drove off, Buffy stood for a moment, sizing up her new situation. The weather this

morning was Southern California-perfect, and throngs of students were laughing and talking as they

crammed their way leisurely into Sunnydale High.Well . . . might as well get this over with .

Sighing, Buffy started in, so deep in her thoughts that she didn’t notice the cute boy on the skateboard.

“Coming through . . .” Xander announced, weaving his way recklessly through the crowds. “Coming

through . . . not certain how to stop . . .”

He was tall and dark-haired, with a look of shaggy indifference about him, and as he headed toward the

entrance, he suddenly spied a girl he’d never seen before.

She was short and petite, with dark blond hair and big blue eyes, and her face had that heart-shaped

cuteness that he never could resist. She was wearing boots and a really short skirt, and as Xander passed

her he craned his neck for a better view and completely forgot about navigating.

At the last possible second he managed to miss the steps, but only by ducking beneath a railing. He

landed in a heap on the pavement, and as a familiar face ran up to help him, he looked at her with a grin

that was all charm.

“Willow!” Xander exclaimed, picking himself up again, not at all bothered by his dramatic entrance.

“You’re so very much the person I wanted to see.”

“Really?” Willow asked hopefully.

She was considered plain and totally boring by Sunnydale standards; it was bad enough that her nose

was always buried in some book, but even worse were the rumors that her mother actually picked out

her clothes. Yet a keen intelligence shone in Willow’s soft brown eyes, and her smile was poignantly

sweet—and as Xander came toward her now, she brightened at his attention. Xander, as usual, didn’t

seem to notice.

“Yeah,” he said. “You know, I kind of had a problem with the math.”

Willow quickly hid her disappointment. “Which part?”

“The math. Can you help me tonight? Please? Be my study buddy?”

“Well,” Willow considered cheerfully, “what’s in it for me?”

“A shiny nickel . . .”

“Okay. Do you haveTheories in Trig? You should check it out.”

Xander looked baffled. “Check it out?”

“From the library. Where the books live.”

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“Right.” He grinned again. “I’m there. See, Iwant to change.”

As they went inside and pushed their way along the packed corridor, they saw their friend Jesse

approaching.

“Hey,” Jesse nodded, and Xander raised his arm in a casual wave.

“Jesse! What’s what?”

Jesse didn’t hesitate. “New girl!”

“That’s right,” Xander confirmed enthusiastically. “I saw her. She’s pretty much a hottie.”

“I heard someone was transferring here,” Willow added.

“So,” Xander insisted. “Tell.”

“Tell what?” Jesse asked. He was tall and gangly with short-cropped hair and thick brows. Definitely not

one of the hot guys at Sunnydale.

“What’s the sitch?” Xander urged. “What do you know about her?”

Jesse shrugged matter-of-factly. “New girl.”

“Well,” Xander came back at him without missing a beat. “You’re certainly a font of nothing.”

Buffy sat in the principal’s office, across the desk from Mr. Flutie. He was middle-aged and overweight,

slightly impressed with his own importance, she noted. As she watched him, he pulled her transcript from

a folder, glanced through it, then turned a direct gaze on her.

“Buffy Summers,” he recited. “Sophomore, late of Hemery High in Los Angeles. Interesting record.

Quite a career.”

Before Buffy could answer, he smiled and carefully tore her transcript into four pieces.

“Welcome to Sunnydale,” he announced. “A clean slate, Buffy, that’s what you get here. What’s past is

past. We’re not interested in what it says on a piece of paper. Even if it says—” He broke off and

looked down again at the ripped pages. His eyes went wide. “Whoa. At Sunnydale we nurture the whole

student. The inner student.”

Having recovered himself, Mr. Flutie continued to talk while picking up the pieces of her transcript and

arranging them back into their original shape.

“Other schools might look at the incredible decline in grade point average,” he went on. “We look at the

struggling youngwoman with the incredible decline in grade point average. Other schools might look at

the reports of gang fights—”

“Mr. Flutie—” Buffy interrupted.

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