Holy wow, first Buffy-related story since Final Destination. This is set in the near post-apocalyptic future. I just hope you all enjoy it
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Los Angeles, February, 2019.
"Why'd you keep fighting, Faith?" Angelus sneered, "What was the point?"
The streets looked like a battlefield as the rain poured down. The Slayer in question was lying on the ground, a hand to her stomach as she spat blood, but kept quiet, glaring at Angelus as she struggled to get to her feet, her wounds hindering her, but she managed to stand to her full height, steeling her resolve as she faced down her opponent.
"Someone's gotta take you down, Angelus."
"Well, that's not gonna be you, Faithy."
Suddenly, something small and blonde struck Angelus from behind, revealing itself to be a young teenaged girl with bright blue eyes and shoulder-length blonde hair, dressed in a navy blue long-sleeve shirt and dark jeans, a pair of black sneakers finishing off the outfit. Angelus stumbled from the surprise attack, but whirled around with amazing speed, catching the girl's wrist in his hand when she attempted to punch him.
"That's not very nice," he smirked.
"Emily, you shouldn't be here," Faith cried.
"Well, she is and now she's gonna die," Angelus smiled.
His face shifted and he drew back his fist, before slamming it full-force into Emily's face. Blood spurted from her nose, as Angelus drew his fist back again, but then it shot out towards Faith, hitting her in the face when she had attempted to rescue the teenager. Grinning, Angelus threw Emily to the ground and stalked towards the injured Faith, but the young teenager grabbed her fallen stake and tried to attack again. This time, Angelus whirled around, ripping the stake from her hand and striking her across the face. She fell to the ground, blood dripping from the cut on her left eyebrow, as Angelus kicked her in the stomach, before turning back to Faith.
"Emily, get out of here now!" the Slayer shouted through the pouring rain.
The young teenager groaned as she struggled to get up, but fell to the ground again.
"Now, where were we?" Angelus asked with a wicked grin, licking his fangs.
With a sudden flash of movement, the last thing Emily heard was Faith's scream of pain.
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Eighteen-year-old Emily Summers gasped as her eyes shot open and she groaned as she rolled onto her back, clasping a hand over her eyes in an attempt to block out that memory. It had been three years since that horrifying event and it had been a recurring nightmare ever since. The night when one of the few people left in the world who mattered to her died. Killed by the one man, no, vampire, responsible for all the horror happening in the world today. It was because of him she was left with barely anyone. It was because of him her entire life had been hell since she was born.
With another groan, the Slayer slid out of bed and silently made her way to the bathroom for a quick hot shower, which partially woke her up. Standing in the bathroom with only a small town covering her petite body, Emily stared at herself in the steam-glossed mirror, lightly running a finger across the scar on her left eyebrow. A constant reminder of that fateful night. She tched to herself and moved out to her small room. After getting dressed in a white singlet and a pair of jeans, Emily headed into her small kitchen whilst tying her blonde hair back into a ponytail, a few bangs hanging over her face, as she made a cup of coffee, making a face at the bitter liquid, then flopped down onto her broken couch and lit up a cigarette, breathing a stream of smoke into the air.
Stubbing the cigarette out on the coffee table, Emily got up and tied on her motorcycle boots, before throwing on her black leather jacket, grabbing a few wooden stakes and leaving her tiny apartment, walking out onto the streets of Los Angeles, a crescent moon hanging low in the night sky. Crossing her arms over her chest tightly, Emily walked briskly along the pavement, ignoring the people she bumped into, before turning down an alley and making her way down another corridor, before coming to a door, which was guarded by two men wearing leather jackets. Except that they also wore the faces of demons. One of them stepped forth to stop Emily and she rolled her eyes.
"Come on, guys, I'm just here to hang out."
"No Slayers allowed," the other vampire growled.
"Seriously, guys, let me in," Emily said and when the vampires refused again, she sighed, "You really want me to do to you what I did to your predecessor?"
The two vampires glanced at each other briefly, as the one who had stopped Emily from entering opened the door for her. She gave them both a curt nod and entered the seedy demon bar. The demons and vampires saw her and kept to themselves, not wanting to invoke her wrath. They had heard stories of how she was feared in the demon world and none of them were keen in seeing if they were true. This allowed Emily to walk from the door to the bar unchallenged and she took a seat, before lighting up a cigarette.
"So, what can I get you?" the demonic bartender asked.
"A shot of whiskey would be nice," Emily replied.
He obliged and soon she was smoking and drinking in peace, keeping to herself, allowing the rest of the patrons to relax and carry on with their business. For the next five minutes.
"Slayer!"
Emily didn't look around at the sound of the voice. She kept shooting her whiskey, curls of cigarette smoke wafting around her, as a vampire stopped behind her. He was far taller than she was and was dressed in clothing reminiscent of a rebel punk.
"Hey, Slayer, I'm talking to you," the vampire cried again.
Emily briefly looked over her shoulder and took another drag on her cigarette.
"Hi, Solan. How's it going as Angelus' butt-monkey?"
"What the hell do you think you're doing down here, huh? You don't belong here."
Emily turned around in her seat so that she was fully facing the vampire, crossing her legs over as she leaned back against the bar, breathing a ring of smoke into his face, but it didn't faze him at all, as he glared back at her with feral gold eyes.
"Maybe I just like the company. Never know who you'll run into here."
"Yeah, you're not kidding," Solan growled, cracking his knuckles, "I kill you, not only will I become Angelus' second-in-command, but I'll have ended the Slayer line."
Emily took a long drag on her cigarette, reducing it to a near-stub.
"That's a very big if, Solan."
"I didn't say-"
Crack!
Solan's head snapped back from the kick to the jaw, as Emily grabbed him into a headlock. Instantly, Solan's comrades got to their feet, snarling and growling, as Emily counted them and a smile came to her face. The smile turned into a sinister grin and she stubbed her cigarette out on Solan's temple, before shoving him towards his minions. Two of them caught their leader, while one went flying over a table full of demons, courtesy of a punch to the face, as Emily snapped her fist up into a vampire's face.
"You don't want to be part of this, I suggest you get out," she said to the patrons.
They all hurriedly rushed towards the emergency exit, as Emily blocked a vampire's punch and twisted around to kick him in the chest, then caught a pool cue with both hands, snapping it in half with a palm strike and whirling inwards, staking the vampire in the heart. He cried out as he turned to dust, leaving Emily facing Solan and five vampires.
"Kill her, boys."
A vampire lunged at Emily, but she dodged him and kicked in the back of his knee, before swinging the stake into his heart. He burst into dust, as two vampires moved at the same time. One managed to hit Emily in the jaw, but then her fist slammed into his jaw, knocking him back, as the second vampire lashed out. Emily caught his arm and hurled him over the bar into the shelves of drinks, then spun around to land a roundhouse kick on a third vampire's head. He struck the bar, as Emily kicked the fourth vampire in the head, then staked the vampire on the bar, before leaping over it and booting the second vampire in the chest. Grabbing a bottle, Emily smashed it across his face, as two vampires slid over the bar behind her.
Emily jumped over the second vampire, staking him through the back while shoving him towards the other two vampires, punching one through the dust and backhanding the other in the face. Driving her knee into the first vampire's gut, she punched him again, picking up the fallen stake and ramming it into the second vampire's heart, then grabbed the first vampire and slammed him into the bar, before staking him as well. Twirling the stake around her fingers, Emily then hurled it into the last vampire's heart, reducing him to dust and leaving just Solan to deal with.
"Come on, butt-monkey, you sure you want to fight me still?" the Slayer asked.
"This isn't over, Slayer," Solan snarled, "I'll be back."
He turned tail and hurriedly left the bar, as the young Slayer sighed and picked up a cracked bottle of whiskey, before pouring herself a shot and downing it in one hit.
"Made a bit of a mess, didn't you?"
Emily lowered her shot glass, before turning towards the voice, seeing a man in his mid-thirties sitting down at the bar, a glass of scotch in his hand. He had long dark hair reaching to his shoulders and was wearing a dark blue hoodie over khaki slacks.
"Just a tiny bit," Emily replied, "What brings you here?"
"Nothing wrong with checking up on my student, seeing how she's doing, is there?"
Emily gave him a small smile, "No, not at all, Connor."
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