The Path To Heaven

A/N: This is my first fic on AFF. This is a crossover that was given in the form of a challenge, by Emerald_Isis. I would like to thank you for the idea, it has really intrigued me. It crosses over kingdom of heaven and Buffy. So here it goes. Please read and review.


I would like to piont out that I am making no money from this fic. Buffy and all of it intelectual property belongs to Joss Whedon and all other property owners. kingdom of Heaven and all of itnelectual property belongs to all of it's concerned owners. Just wanted to get that out of the way.

I also want to piont out that I don't have a beta, so all errors, both grammatical and conceptual are my fault. between woorking a joba and a thing called life, I don't have a lot of time.

Crusaders


Sunnydale California: 1997


“Today we will be learning about the crusades. Who knows anything about the crusades?” The history teacher asked the class. Buffy Summers, a small blonde haired girl with a, cheery disposition, sat at her desk and didn’t move her hand. She noticed that, not very many other people had so either.

The teacher, noticing that she was losing the attention of the class began again. “No one knows anything about the crusades?” she asked again. This time, a couple of hands shot up and they were the usual suspects, Jenny George, Michael Moran, and a shy kid by the name of Andrew. They were the ones that the rest of the class could count on the move the teacher’s lecture along by answering her questions when no one else would.

The teacher called on Andrew and he told her what he knew. Buffy looked over to her friend Xander, acting like he was sword fighting with his pencils. She then went from Xander to her best friend, Willow. She had her head lying on her book and appeared to be asleep. Buffy knew a little about the crusades. Giles was always referring to them in their quest to find out about the most recent bad guy that had just hit town, but other than that, that was it.

“Buffy Summers, you look like you were thinking about what we are discussing. Please tell us what you know about the crusades.” The teacher asked her, noticing that she had zoned out. Buffy was taken off guard. She didn’t know what to tell her. She decided to wing it. “I umm, know that there was this guy. Richard the Lionhearted, yeah, he ahh, he crusaded for, uhhhm…he crusaded for the greater good.” Buffy replied in a matter of fact tone.

“I’m glad to see that you saw the movie, Robin Hood, but that is not why Richard the Lionhearted Went on Crusade. I think that you will learn a little more in detention.” The teacher said. Buffy pouted and sat back down in her chair. “Buffy, you gotta be a…little more specific.” Willow told her leaning over.

“We will be learning specifically about the second Crusade and what led up to the third one.” The teacher went on. She then went on to explain what the class should expect in the coming weeks, as far as tests and projects go. Before anyone knew it, the class was over. Buffy, Xander and Willow walked to the library, as usual.

Once at the library, Buffy yelled out to Giles before anything else was said. “Giles! What do you know about the crusades?” Buffy asked as he came out of his office, fearing something bad was happening. “Well, the pope called a crusade to take the holy land from Muslims, so people went off to fight. The armies spent a good deal of time taking the city and when they took the city, the crusaders killed everyone, every man, woman, and child. It is said that the crusaders walked the height of a horses bridle in blood.” Giles said cleaning his glasses. “Why do you ask?” he went on.

“Because I got a detention for not knowing about the crusades in history class, now I want to show the mean teacher that I do know something.” She said hanging her head, and twirling her foot. “It’s good that you are learning about the crusades, Buffy. It will help with your ability to research things because they play a significant part in demon history.” Giles said putting his hands in his tweed coat.

Buffy had nothing to say and went over to the table and sat down. Giles looked at her like he had said something wrong and looked to Willow for reassurance. She noticed that he was confused and got into the subject. “It’s o.k. Giles. Buffy just doesn’t handle detention very well that’s all.” She said walking to her and patting her head. Buffy was sitting in a chair with her legs drawn up to her chest with her arms crossed over them.

Xander had had enough of just standing and watching. He decided to input his own twisted logic. “You know Buffy, if it’s any consolation, I enjoy you getting detention. It gives you this bad girl image and it makes me wanna…” “Xander!” Willow yelled before he could finish. “No he’s right. I am a bad girl, I need to be grounded…I need to be more than grounded, I need a spanking. Giles, just get it over with.” She said pouting up at him.

“Buffy now you’re being ridiculous, I could never, I would never…” he said blushing. He continued. “Besides, as your watcher, it is not my place to punish you and it’s outside the law for me to do so. If that is truly what you want, then…then ask your mother.” Giles was so flustered at this point that he went into his office and shut the door.

“You can tell he has thought about it.” Xander said, watching him go. “Xander please,” Willow went on. “Buffy, you know you don’t want a spanking, they hurt, and that’s not what you need right now. What you need is comforting reassurance that you are needed and loved.” Willow said, smiling. “Thanks Will. I just feel that if I had some sort of push, I would do better in school.” Buffy said hanging her head.

“We’ll have no more of this talk. So, is there anything that should be brought to my attention?” Giles asked changing the subject. He looked at the three teenagers and could tell that they had nothing to tell him. They just sat and looked back and forth from one another.

“All right, I can see that you all aren’t focused so just do your homework or something.” Giles said going back to his office. With that, the three teenagers got out their books and started to study.
The time passed with no one saying anything. The library grew darker with the passing hours. Xander eventually looked toward a clock on the wall when he couldn’t handle his trig homework. The time on the clock was 5:00. ‘It’s almost time for Buffy’s mom to come’ he thought to himself. Not two seconds after that, Joyce Summers, Buffy’s mother came walking through the door into the library.

Buffy and Willow stopped what they were doing to look up and see her. “Mom!” Buffy called out. “Buffy get you’re things, we have a lot to do tonight and we need to get home fast.” Joyce said Smiling. “Mom, we need to talk.” Buffy said grabbing her things. “We can talk about it on the way home.” She told her. Giles had come from his office and waved them goodbye, after they had gone he turned his attention towards Xander and Willow.

“You two should be getting home. There is nothing else to do here.” Giles said getting his own things to leave. Xander and Willow then got up and followed him out of the library.

On the way home Buffy was trying to work up the courage to tell her mom that she had gotten a detention. She was not sure what she was going to do about her. She was still grounded for sneaking out of her room when she was supposed to be in there.. “What is it that you wanted to talk about Buffy?” he mom asked, beating her to the draw. “Well…I uh, you see in this class today, I got a…an A plus for a project that we had do.” Buffy said lying to her mom. “That’s good honey.” Her mother said, but even as the last words left her mouth, Buffy could tell that she knew something.

The ride home was in silence. Buffy knew that her mom knew something about today. She did not want to give up her little ray of hope yet, that her mom wouldn’t find out. Little did she know that her mother had already received a call from the school and she was waiting to se if Buffy would confess to her wrong-doing. She already knew what she was going to do with Buffy; she just hoped that she could bring herself to do it. The only consolidation was the fact that her lying to her made it easier.

“Why don’t you go up to your room, Buffy, I’ll cal you when dinner is done.” Joyce said ushering her daughter up the stairs. Buffy went to her room and sat down, knowing that she might be in real trouble, real soon. About an hour passed and her mother called her to her room. She knew that this was it. She sighed and went to face the music.

“Buffy, tell me why you got a detention.” She asked looking at her, once she got to her mothers room. “I know about it because I was called earlier. No use hiding it, you are already in deep trouble for lying about it to me.” Joyce said sternly. Buffy looked at her and was silent. She didn’t know what to say. Her mother continued. “Come over here Buffy. Grounding you doesn’t seem to work and taking away your privileges seems to have the same effect. So I am going to give you a spanking.” Joyce said matter of factly.

Buffy stared awestruck at what her mother had just told her. She wasn’t serious about wanting a spanking at school. Buffy didn’t react to her mothers order and stood, planted to the ground.

“Buffy, Do as you’re told, come here and pull down your pants.” Her mother instructed. Buffy barley heard her and went into a state of disbelief. She walked slowly over to her mother, even though her mind told her not to. When she got within a foot of her mom, she grabbed her and pulled her the rest of the way toward her, fearing that she would run.

Buffy wasn’t ready for her mothers lightning reflexes. In one motion, her mother removed her pants and panties and she stood before her naked from the waist down. Even before Buffy could react to this new revelation, she was thrust over her mothers knee and the first smack found its mark.


SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. The next three fell in quick succession on her exposed ass. “When your father and I got married, we said we’d never spank our children. Since he isn’t here and you still want to cause trouble, I am left with no choice.” He mother said, pausing the session.

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. Buffy was still struck by the fact that her mother was spanking her. By the sheer fact of what was happening, her eyes started to well up with tears. Suddenly, her mother stopped, and let her off her knee.

“Buffy, take off your top and get a belt from my closet.” Joyce instructed. Buffy hesitantly did what she was told and when she returned with a belt to her mother’s bed, she found that there was a stack of pillows on which she guessed she was to lay. She guessed right when her mother took the belt from her and pointed to the pillows. Buffy went to the pillows and bent over them, now completely naked.

Buffy barely had time to situate herself when the first of the belt strikes hit her already sore ass. The next and then the next strike sent her body forward with the momentum and by the fourth strike, she was fully crying. “Mom, please stop. I won’t get into any more trouble, I swear!” Buffy sobbed in between hits.

Her pleas fell on deaf ears as her mother continued her punishment. Buffy held on to the pillows that she had easy access to and clenched her whole body. She was the slayer, but it was very painful and the humiliation, that she, a sophomore in high school was getting a spanking.

Two more smacks found their mark and then it stopped. Buffy was allowed to get up and she ran to her room.

An hour later Buffy was still nude on her bed, curled up into a ball. She was mortified that she had gotten a spanking but she was ashamed of what she felt afterwards. Sure the spanking hurt, but, there was another feeling. The burning turned into warmth in her groin that she had never felt before. After giving it some thought, she reached down and massaged her pussy.

The feeling that she felt were new to her, having never felt the touch of a man, or herself for that matter. With her other hand she reached up and started to massage her breasts. Her breathing became labored, and shallow. Her eyes were closed with mounting tension as she continued to rub her clit.

As she continued to rub her clit she felt her hand become wet with her juices. At this point she decided to take it a little further and stuck one finger into her vagina. She took in one deep breath as she felt her finger slide into her. Her breathing was still shallow as she thrust her finger in and out of her pussy.

She was almost to climax, moaning softly and turning on her bed. She could feel her self going to the edge when there was a knock on the door. “Buffy, Can I come in?” she heard her mother call from the other side of the door. Buffy’s eyes shot open with the horrific thought of her mother catching her doing what she was doing.

She took her finger from her pussy and hurriedly went under the covers. She tried to make as little noise as possible. She didn’t know what her mom would do if she found out that she had been touching herself. After what she had been through tonight she wasn’t going to underestimate her. “O.K. mom you can come in now.” She said situating herself.

Her mother walked through the door and sat at the end of her bed. Buffy looked at her as innocently as possible without looking guilty. “Buffy, I hope you understand why I did that? I just want you to know that I love you and it was for own good.” Joyce said with a look of deep regret. “It’s o.k. mom. I know I deserved it. I haven’t been the best daughter lately.” Buffy said diverting her gaze to the floor.

“You are a good girl Buffy. You’re just misguided, that’s all. I hope that moving to this new town will get things back on track.” Her mother said. “If you don’t hate me, supper is done, if you want some feel free to come on down.” Her mother said walking out of the room.

Buffy sighed in relief the minute her mother walked out of her room. She made sure that her mom was downstairs before she decided that she would get up and put cloths on. She started with her bra and top then went find some pants. She then found a pair that weren’t to tight, since her ass was still sore. After giving herself the once over, she walked out of the room and down to supper.

Southern France: 1184

“My lord, Jerusalem is faltering. I have seen it. The Saracens are clawing at it like mewling beggars.” said hooded man. “I know, my dear bishop. I have also been to Jerusalem. For the love of god I am married to the queen, I of all people know the sorry state of those affairs. That is why I am France; I am recruiting men to take the cross.” Another man said. “How many men have you?” the bishop asked the other. “As of now, eighteen, eighteen knights who have swore their allegiance to the king. It is only a matter of time though, before that, inept leper dies and they swear their allegiance to me, Guy de’ Lusignan.” He said getting up from a table.

The bishop followed him with his eyes and went to him as soon as he stopped. “My lord, what do you plan to do?” he asked “Tell me bishop, what know you of ancient magic’s?” guy asked the bishop. His eyes went wide with the realization of what he was being asked. “My lord, you shouldn’t talk about such things, tis heresy.

Guy scoffed at the bishop’s reaction; he had thought that this is what he would do. “Please spare me master bishop. I know what I am talking about, whether it is heresy or not, god has forsaken Jerusalem. I ask you again bishop, have heard of a being called the slayer?”

The bishop looked Guy over and decided that he had better help him. He was an imposing man, his white robes and cape with the red cross emblazoned on them, was a very regal sight. “All right, I may know something. There is a woman who was excommunicated I know of. She lives in a small town in the southern part of France. Her name is Mary. She may be able to help you.” The bishop said in a whisper.

“Thank you my dear bishop, a florin for your troubles.” Guy said throwing the coin to him as he walked away. Guy was about to exit the castle when the bishop got his attention again. “Guy! God help you if you tell anyone what I have told you. I want to stay within the churches good graces.” he called out.

“Not to worry bishop, we never met tonight. I was in…Florence praying.” He said. He turned and flared his cape, a very dramatic exit. Guy was out of the church and the bishop took his hand and went from the top of his forehead to his chest, then from his left to his right side making a cross in the air. “God be with you.” He said turning around to tend to his church.

Guy rode through the night, he was in France but it was a large country. He had to find a way to enlist the help of this slayer that he has heard so much about. Imbued with supernatural strength, greater reflexes and senses, what better a weapon to fight the Saracens in Jerusalem.

By the time he got to the town the bishop had spoken of it was almost daylight. He rode through town and found the inn. He did not plan to stay but to see if the hag was here at this ungodly hour. He hitched his horse and walked into the small building.

The sight that greeted him what not a pleasant one, the room had a yellow tint to it from the candle light. The floor was dirty and the air stank of rotting food. A bar occupied the far left side of the room, at which a few drunks were laying in their own fluids asleep, snoring. Guy walked in and was met with glaring eyes of mistrust.

He walked to the bar and got the bar tenders attention. “I was told of a woman who lives in this town. She was excommunicated for heresy. Do you know of her?” Guy asked the bar tender.

The bar tender was a squat man with a balding head. His right eye was glazed over and he was missing a few of his teeth. He took in the question and replied with a raspy voice. “What would a knight such as your self, want with the hag? The bar tender asked in return. “I am looking for her help. I was told that she knows of ancient magic.” Guy told the man.

From behind him Guy could hear the moving of chairs. He could feel the eyes of unsavory men looking at him, closing in on him with every passing moment. “We don’t really like your kind here. All you Christian knights come around thinking your better than every one else, passing judgment when there is no claim.” The bar tender told him with a strange smile on his face.

Guy knew that men were closing in on him. He was waiting for the right time. He could see the reflection of the men behind him on the glass the bartender was cleaning. He could see the man closest to him had a sword raised over his head ready to strike. The bar tender slammed the glass down and guy knew that that was the signal.

The man brought down the sword but Guy knew that he was there, and moved out of the way to the right. The sword sliced down missing Guy and struck the bar, cutting of f the bar tenders hand. The man screamed in pain and fell backwards, onto the floor.

Guy wheeled around drawing his own sword to face the attackers. They had amassed ignoring the bar tender for the moment. Guy went into his battle stance and waited for the next attack. He did not have to wait long before a man with an axe rushed him. He brought the axe down and guy blocked it with is sword. The metal to metal contact made a cling and the man stumbled forward with his own momentum.

Guy took this chance and brought his sword down on the man cutting a large gash into his back, severing his spinal cord. He fell to the ground dead. Guy went for the next man. He did not wait for attack and commenced his own. He swung his sword down and to the right, which the man blocked. He followed through and this time went for a high strike. The man also blocked this attack and kicked Guy so he would lose his balance.

The trick worked and Guy went stumbling backwards. The man closed in on him fast and swung his sword for a high strike to his head. Guy brought his sword up in time and his strike fell stopped inches from his head. Guy pushed up on his sword and got the man off of him. The man swung his sword again and Guy blocked it. He could tell this man was getting frustrated. Hi blows were no longer uniform and thought out. He was just swinging.

Guy swung his sword and struck the other mans sword with so much force it left him open for attack. Guy quickly brought his sword back around and with a yell he swung it across his front. It cleanly cut through his throat, cutting his air pipe and severing his arteries and veins. The blood pumped out of the man and splattered on Guys face and tunic.

The next man to attack simply ran at Guy with his sword over his head. Guy also ran at the man and grabbed his arm before he had a chance to bring it down. He put the sword to his gut and ran him backwards to a wall. When the man hit the wall the sword kept going and stabbed him, severing his diaphragm. He did not die instantly, he gasped for air looking Guy square in the eyes.

The mans eyes soon faded and when Guy was sure that he had died withdrew his sword. He walked behind the bar and put the tip of his sword to the bar tenders throat. “I will ask you again. Why is the hag of whom I spoke?” Guy asked, his breath labored. The bartender looked up at guy and whimpered.

“She lives at the edge of town. Over beyond the cow pastures.” He said scared. “God bless you my good man.” Guy said leaving the Inn. When he got outside he was met with the glow of first light. The air smelled of cooking eggs and ham. He could see farmers out in their field, starting their days work. He got on his horse and rode to the old woman’s house.

He knocked on the door and was met with wild eyes. The woman had unclean hair that was matted on her head. Her cloths were ragged, even by peasant standards. Her teeth were rotting from her head. The minute she saw the red cross on Guy’s cloak she went wild.

“What do you want with me? I have done nothing to your church! You have no claim against me!” she shouted shutting the door. Before she could get it all the way shut, Guy put out his arm and stopped her. “Do not fear hag. I am here to ask for your help. I am trying to find the slayer.” Guy said “I will pay.” With that he held out his hand and showed that he had a small bag of coins.

The woman saw that he had a bag of coins and calmed slightly. “This is no trick? You have not come here to chastise me?” she asked, the wild look still in her eyes. “Just help me.” Guy said.

The woman let him into her house and she got out a few vials of things that Guy had no desire to know of. “You get straight to business, woman. No pleasantries?” Guy asked picking up an apple and biting into it. “You come to me with a request for magic, I will do it for you and you will pay me. I have no desire to be seen with a Christian knight, the sooner you’re gone, the better.” She replies getting a book from a trunk next to the fire.

Guy sat down and waited for the woman to do what ever it is she had to do. She read from the book she had retrieved and started to chant something that Guy could not recognize. “I have located a slayer that we may use. She is not of our time, but with a little work she will be brought to us.” The woman said. “Wait a minute, the slayer is a girl?” Guy asked surprised. “Of course, She has always been a girl and always will be.” The hag said starting her chanting again.

“Will it take longer to get her from another time?” guy asked getting impatient. “A little, it is really not hard for an accomplished witch such as my self.” She replied. She started chanting again and when she was done she got up. “I need blood to finish the spell.” She said. “Will any blood do?” Guy asked. “Yes any blood will do. Once I have it, all I have to do is sprinkle it in the circle.” She said pointing to a circle she had drawn on the floor.

“Hmm.” Guy said getting up from his seat. “Interesting.” He circled around behind the woman and with one quick motion; he grabbed her head and thrust it back, exposing her neck. He pulled out his dagger and slashed he throat with it. She took in one ragged gasp and then started to shudder. He put the dagger back into her neck wound and let it collect blood.

When he withdrew it, it was covered in blood. He flicked the blade over the circle and blood spilled on to it. he let the woman go and she fell to the floor dead. Once the blood touched the circle, a mysterious air gust came from nowhere. A lift shone through the ceiling and then it was gone. Guy knew it had worked.

He wiped his dagger clean on the hag’s cloths and sheathed it. As he walked out of her house he turned to her. “To kill an infidel is not murder. It is the path to heaven.” With that he walked out of her house and rode back to the castle. All he had to do now was find this slayer.

Sunnydale: 1997


Buffy was on her way to school. Her mother could not drive her this morning so she decided to walk. She was supposed to meet Xander and Willow before going to school. She didn’t think that she was going to tell Xander that she got a spanking, but she was going to tell Willow all about what happened. She was sure that she would like to know. She reached Willows house and they stared to walk to school together. Willow had her arm over her shoulder as they walked merrily to Xander’s house.

They kept on walking, this time it seemed to take longer than usual. All of a sudden a sharp gust of wind hit them and their whole world went black. Buffy felt as though she was falling. She could not see Willow. She tried to call out for her but no words escaped from her mouth. When she came to, she saw that Willow was right beside her. She was still out. She took a look around her and noticed that she was not in Sunnydale anymore.

It was cold. The sun was not up, and if it was, it was going to be an overcast day. It was even snowing. The air was brisk and clean, like it had the distinct felling it was daybreak, so she was pretty sure that is what it was. To her left she saw a field of wild flowers and a road coming down from a hill. In front of her she heard voices.

Three men were at a crossroads. On was digging and the other two were sitting down. The one on the right was eating an apple. On the ground in front of them, she saw a woman wrapped in a white shroud. Behind the three men was a cross. Buffy really, wished Willow would wake up. This was a whole new experience as a slayer and she didn’t want to go at it a lone.