Disclaimer: No, I do not own Buffy (or her memory) or Giles and all that
Buffy related stuff. I only own a couple of vampires and myself as Faye
belongs to herself, Callie belongs to herself and Hannah belongs to herself
too. I choose to use my real friends on this, with their permission. A
couple of sentences might sound really out the line but oh well... I wanted
this to sound serious but stupid at the same time! Lame me... Imao! Well,
enjoy it!
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I couldn't say I never saw this coming. I knew that sooner or later it would come to this. To my death. No one is invincible, I know. Though I also know I had more chances of survival than anyone else alive.
I am... I was the Slayer after all...
Oh if Giles could see me now... he'd kill me if I wasn't already half dead. I think the man will have a heart attack this time. It's the second Slayer he looses as a Guardian. Before me he had Buffy Summers. He still misses her, I know she was a great Slayer. I always tried to keep up with her reputation, but I never seemed to. I bet she wouldn't die like this...
Erg... actually she did, or else I wouldn't be here. She died on the New Years Eve, from 1999 to 2000. An occasion filled with symbolic meaning and, of course, something evil had to come and ruin the party. Thank god she was there. She managed to close the hellsmouth under Sunnydale for good, but at the cost of her own life. I used to dream about that fight, her last fight, but never told Giles. It would only open the old wounds the man still has.
Anyway, she'd never fall in such a stupid trap like I did... the great vampire Slayer of this generation! Oh, I'm so ashamed of myself! Of all I've done, of all I've learned... A kid! I was defeated by a 10 year-old kid! Me! With twice his age! I bet it would hurt my ego if my body wasn't hurting already...
Friday night and, as most of my nights, I was out for the night-patrol. My roommate didn't seem to care, I guess she was already used to it, to my night escapades. Giles decided to stay on the library on that night, from which I was very grateful. That way he will not see the state I'm in.
It had been a slow week for slaying. Only one or to stupidly lost vampires for each night. I didn't even have time to sweat my top! One un-dead on the street and that was it. No wonder I was almost killing for a bit of action. I'm always amazed on how fast my wishes usually come true, the wrong ones I mean... Once I wished for that hottie from the 4th year to ask me out and he never did. But if for some reason I wish for a couple of vampires, they start springing from every corner. Sometimes, being the great Slayer just sucks!... Big time!
So, a couple of the regular brainless vampires came. A couple of kicks, two sharp stakes and that was it. I patted my clothes to get rid of those disgusting ashes and tuned away, for sure it was it for that night... But it wasn't no, nono! If only I knew...
I was about to come home when I head a kid's scream and my Slayer sense started buzzing on my ears. I never heard my anti-vampire-and-other-evil- things mental alarm working like that! It was like someone had a truck horn buzzing on my head, besides the cramps on my muscles and the cold goosebumps on my skin. Yeah, I bet it works better then the spider sense that the Spider-Man has... if he ever existed. Anyway, I knew that vampires were around, loads of them. So as the good Slayer I am, I went to save the night.
There was a little kid among a really big pack of vampires, snorting and showing their sharp fangs at the poor chubby kid. They were looking at him like the boy was some kind of juicy steak. I sighed and took out a few stakes and holly water and started my own little party. I jumped to the centre of that circle of starving beings. Unlike what I was waiting for, they seemed pleased to see me.
That was not a good sign, never is. A vampire is never happy to see the Slayer.
A bald old man in a tweed coat and a young woman with pink hair tried to jump to my back. I was somewhat surprised to see it was my roommate. Damn, it was already the third one had to slay! Even still, it was easy. I just needed to bend down a bit and they splat alone on the floor. These seemed even more stupid then all the other vampires I found night after night. Well... not all of them. As I took care of them, a stake deeply buried on their hearts and with a puff sound they had turned into dust. But while I took care of that one, one young man in a leather coat jumped to my back, while another man, this time of middle aged and using a very elegant suit came and wrapped himself around my legs. Two more puff sounds and they were gone too.
Ok, so they understood I was a tough one and while some tried to take care of me, they went for the kid. Only then I saw why my senses had warned me like that. Almost twenty other vampires came from the dark. These where bigger and seemed smarted than all the other ones I had encountered there. Sometimes bigger fangs actually mean bigger brains. I learned that on the hard way. What to do? Take the kid under my arm and ran the hell out of there! That's what I did.
Vampires are not known by their brains, everyone knows that, but they really move fast. Way too fast for that night. The kid was heavy, so I ended up putting him on my back, I needed my hands free, and he could always take care of my rear... They came from everywhere! I never realised that god-forsaken land had so many vampires! The kid said that on our left there was an underground passage to a field where kids used to play cricket, so I followed his lead.
Underground passage my butt! It was the entrance for the sewers! A dead- end! Our only hope was one of the four tunnels and they wouldn't do us good. We'd for sure get cornered somewhere inside! By that time I wished Giles was there... desperately! I was feeling totally lost as I didn't know where I was. I had only arrived to that small town one year ago and only now realised it had more sewer systems than New York! Damn, I promised to myself never to listen to kids again.
I took the tunnel number two on my right, still with the kid on my back. I felt, I listened, I could almost smell them following us. I could hear each and every breath of each vampire. The tunnel was full of smelly water that was now getting inside my tennis shoes. Taking a new tunnel, now free of water, it was darker than the one we had left. Then, with no warning, it was like something or someone was telling me where to go and I started not to pay attention to my way and just followed that pre-destined path.
We entered in a roomy gallery made of dark-blue shinny tiles. The air there was heavy and damp but extremely cold. Small candles were spread all over, casting ghostly shadows. There were no windows or doors, there was only the entrance from we had come in. Only then, when my eyes adjusted to that darkness, I noticed all the blood on the floor and on the walls and again my Slayer sense started buzzing.
Too late it seemed.
I looked over my shoulder to see the kid. "Where the hell have you brought us?" My English isn't perfect I know that. But if even a British man like Giles can understand me, that kid could too. I said kid? Sorry I was wrong, kiddies don't have sharp teeth on their mouths. And those sharp teeth sank deeply into my shoulder making me yell in pain. I had never been bitten and I'm secure to say: it hurts like hell!
I shook him off and threw him against a wall, he flew a couple of meters. Did I care? NO! I looked around for a place to hide, for something I could use as a weapon, but that place seemed like an anti-Slayer trap. Closed, small, smelly and totally deprived from everything. I pressed the wound on my shoulder, feeling the warm blood staining my hand. The smell of my blood was going to rise fast on that cold place and act like a neon sign for every vampire in the neighbourhood: Free meal this way!
I never, until then, felt like I was in such deep shit like I was now when I saw the vampires that had been following swarming into the room. The kid smiled showing is young teeth stained with my blood and... yuck... he was drooling! What happened then was way too fast for me to describe it. The kid talked to me, but it wasn't a child's voice... I can't even remember his exact words. I just remember that all the vampires jumped at the same time at me.
And left me where I lay now. I remember the kid telling me to drink his blood, that way he'd let me live, that I'd be his personal servant. I refused. No way I'd lose my soul to an existence full of blood and away from the sunlight! That would ruin my rare and precious tan! I refused and he just watched while is most faithful servants drained all life force from my veins. The others, the lower class, could only watch, drooling and wishing for a piece of me.
I'm full of bite marks, lying in a puddle of my own red blood though I feel strangely warm. Is that normal? I dunno, I've never been so close to death like I'm now. My arms are spread open and my head is turned to one of them. I can't even move it or even my fingers, I'm too weak. I seemed to have lost all my hearing hours ago... or was it minutes ago? I'm not sure, I've lost track of time. Not that I care about it at the moment. I'm still waiting to see the colourful tunnel that people who lived near death experiences claimed to have seen. For me it is still very dark... and getting darker. My sight is flickering and failing. I have to blink to keep on seeing things.
I'm now getting cold. Now I am really believing I'm dyeing. I just can't understand why they left me like this, at mercy of a slow death. I remember them saying something about The Mother. I bet she wants a piece of me too... I see an enormous fat rat near my hand, it is smelling it, sensing my blood. God, even the rats what a piece of me! My fingers, my feet, legs... they are all cold and without sensibility now. I can't feel a thing, not even my wounds... My eyes start to shut and I feel so sleepy, so tired... My breath is shallow and weak, it hurts to breathe and I finely close my eyes... My brain is shutting down... I... I can't think anymore...
May destiny call up the new Slayer, I wish her all the best luck in the world.
This is it, I'm feeling myself cutting the last string that was sustaining my life. And Damn! I haven't paid this month's Internet bill!...
...A heart stopped beating...
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I couldn't say I never saw this coming. I knew that sooner or later it would come to this. To my death. No one is invincible, I know. Though I also know I had more chances of survival than anyone else alive.
I am... I was the Slayer after all...
Oh if Giles could see me now... he'd kill me if I wasn't already half dead. I think the man will have a heart attack this time. It's the second Slayer he looses as a Guardian. Before me he had Buffy Summers. He still misses her, I know she was a great Slayer. I always tried to keep up with her reputation, but I never seemed to. I bet she wouldn't die like this...
Erg... actually she did, or else I wouldn't be here. She died on the New Years Eve, from 1999 to 2000. An occasion filled with symbolic meaning and, of course, something evil had to come and ruin the party. Thank god she was there. She managed to close the hellsmouth under Sunnydale for good, but at the cost of her own life. I used to dream about that fight, her last fight, but never told Giles. It would only open the old wounds the man still has.
Anyway, she'd never fall in such a stupid trap like I did... the great vampire Slayer of this generation! Oh, I'm so ashamed of myself! Of all I've done, of all I've learned... A kid! I was defeated by a 10 year-old kid! Me! With twice his age! I bet it would hurt my ego if my body wasn't hurting already...
Friday night and, as most of my nights, I was out for the night-patrol. My roommate didn't seem to care, I guess she was already used to it, to my night escapades. Giles decided to stay on the library on that night, from which I was very grateful. That way he will not see the state I'm in.
It had been a slow week for slaying. Only one or to stupidly lost vampires for each night. I didn't even have time to sweat my top! One un-dead on the street and that was it. No wonder I was almost killing for a bit of action. I'm always amazed on how fast my wishes usually come true, the wrong ones I mean... Once I wished for that hottie from the 4th year to ask me out and he never did. But if for some reason I wish for a couple of vampires, they start springing from every corner. Sometimes, being the great Slayer just sucks!... Big time!
So, a couple of the regular brainless vampires came. A couple of kicks, two sharp stakes and that was it. I patted my clothes to get rid of those disgusting ashes and tuned away, for sure it was it for that night... But it wasn't no, nono! If only I knew...
I was about to come home when I head a kid's scream and my Slayer sense started buzzing on my ears. I never heard my anti-vampire-and-other-evil- things mental alarm working like that! It was like someone had a truck horn buzzing on my head, besides the cramps on my muscles and the cold goosebumps on my skin. Yeah, I bet it works better then the spider sense that the Spider-Man has... if he ever existed. Anyway, I knew that vampires were around, loads of them. So as the good Slayer I am, I went to save the night.
There was a little kid among a really big pack of vampires, snorting and showing their sharp fangs at the poor chubby kid. They were looking at him like the boy was some kind of juicy steak. I sighed and took out a few stakes and holly water and started my own little party. I jumped to the centre of that circle of starving beings. Unlike what I was waiting for, they seemed pleased to see me.
That was not a good sign, never is. A vampire is never happy to see the Slayer.
A bald old man in a tweed coat and a young woman with pink hair tried to jump to my back. I was somewhat surprised to see it was my roommate. Damn, it was already the third one had to slay! Even still, it was easy. I just needed to bend down a bit and they splat alone on the floor. These seemed even more stupid then all the other vampires I found night after night. Well... not all of them. As I took care of them, a stake deeply buried on their hearts and with a puff sound they had turned into dust. But while I took care of that one, one young man in a leather coat jumped to my back, while another man, this time of middle aged and using a very elegant suit came and wrapped himself around my legs. Two more puff sounds and they were gone too.
Ok, so they understood I was a tough one and while some tried to take care of me, they went for the kid. Only then I saw why my senses had warned me like that. Almost twenty other vampires came from the dark. These where bigger and seemed smarted than all the other ones I had encountered there. Sometimes bigger fangs actually mean bigger brains. I learned that on the hard way. What to do? Take the kid under my arm and ran the hell out of there! That's what I did.
Vampires are not known by their brains, everyone knows that, but they really move fast. Way too fast for that night. The kid was heavy, so I ended up putting him on my back, I needed my hands free, and he could always take care of my rear... They came from everywhere! I never realised that god-forsaken land had so many vampires! The kid said that on our left there was an underground passage to a field where kids used to play cricket, so I followed his lead.
Underground passage my butt! It was the entrance for the sewers! A dead- end! Our only hope was one of the four tunnels and they wouldn't do us good. We'd for sure get cornered somewhere inside! By that time I wished Giles was there... desperately! I was feeling totally lost as I didn't know where I was. I had only arrived to that small town one year ago and only now realised it had more sewer systems than New York! Damn, I promised to myself never to listen to kids again.
I took the tunnel number two on my right, still with the kid on my back. I felt, I listened, I could almost smell them following us. I could hear each and every breath of each vampire. The tunnel was full of smelly water that was now getting inside my tennis shoes. Taking a new tunnel, now free of water, it was darker than the one we had left. Then, with no warning, it was like something or someone was telling me where to go and I started not to pay attention to my way and just followed that pre-destined path.
We entered in a roomy gallery made of dark-blue shinny tiles. The air there was heavy and damp but extremely cold. Small candles were spread all over, casting ghostly shadows. There were no windows or doors, there was only the entrance from we had come in. Only then, when my eyes adjusted to that darkness, I noticed all the blood on the floor and on the walls and again my Slayer sense started buzzing.
Too late it seemed.
I looked over my shoulder to see the kid. "Where the hell have you brought us?" My English isn't perfect I know that. But if even a British man like Giles can understand me, that kid could too. I said kid? Sorry I was wrong, kiddies don't have sharp teeth on their mouths. And those sharp teeth sank deeply into my shoulder making me yell in pain. I had never been bitten and I'm secure to say: it hurts like hell!
I shook him off and threw him against a wall, he flew a couple of meters. Did I care? NO! I looked around for a place to hide, for something I could use as a weapon, but that place seemed like an anti-Slayer trap. Closed, small, smelly and totally deprived from everything. I pressed the wound on my shoulder, feeling the warm blood staining my hand. The smell of my blood was going to rise fast on that cold place and act like a neon sign for every vampire in the neighbourhood: Free meal this way!
I never, until then, felt like I was in such deep shit like I was now when I saw the vampires that had been following swarming into the room. The kid smiled showing is young teeth stained with my blood and... yuck... he was drooling! What happened then was way too fast for me to describe it. The kid talked to me, but it wasn't a child's voice... I can't even remember his exact words. I just remember that all the vampires jumped at the same time at me.
And left me where I lay now. I remember the kid telling me to drink his blood, that way he'd let me live, that I'd be his personal servant. I refused. No way I'd lose my soul to an existence full of blood and away from the sunlight! That would ruin my rare and precious tan! I refused and he just watched while is most faithful servants drained all life force from my veins. The others, the lower class, could only watch, drooling and wishing for a piece of me.
I'm full of bite marks, lying in a puddle of my own red blood though I feel strangely warm. Is that normal? I dunno, I've never been so close to death like I'm now. My arms are spread open and my head is turned to one of them. I can't even move it or even my fingers, I'm too weak. I seemed to have lost all my hearing hours ago... or was it minutes ago? I'm not sure, I've lost track of time. Not that I care about it at the moment. I'm still waiting to see the colourful tunnel that people who lived near death experiences claimed to have seen. For me it is still very dark... and getting darker. My sight is flickering and failing. I have to blink to keep on seeing things.
I'm now getting cold. Now I am really believing I'm dyeing. I just can't understand why they left me like this, at mercy of a slow death. I remember them saying something about The Mother. I bet she wants a piece of me too... I see an enormous fat rat near my hand, it is smelling it, sensing my blood. God, even the rats what a piece of me! My fingers, my feet, legs... they are all cold and without sensibility now. I can't feel a thing, not even my wounds... My eyes start to shut and I feel so sleepy, so tired... My breath is shallow and weak, it hurts to breathe and I finely close my eyes... My brain is shutting down... I... I can't think anymore...
May destiny call up the new Slayer, I wish her all the best luck in the world.
This is it, I'm feeling myself cutting the last string that was sustaining my life. And Damn! I haven't paid this month's Internet bill!...
...A heart stopped beating...
