Résultats Foi
Prologue
It was a very slow night so far, boring with no vampires to dust. Just the way she hated it. Vampire hunting was much harder in London than in Sunnydale for some reason, though the fact that they weren't on top of a Hellmouth might have something to do with that.
Glancing up, she saw a tree limb about a foot above her reach. Crouching slightly, she sprang up to grab the branch before pulling herself the rest of the way up so she was sitting on it. Mindlessly humming a song, she pulled out a dagger and began to flip it up and down. If her ex-Watcher had been there, he'd have scolded her for not being down on the ground to be more effective for dealing with the vampires.
The stillness of the night was abruptly broken when the sound a first one, than two screams reached the Slayer's ears. In a flash, she had returned the dagger to it's usual place, jumped down from the tree limb, and was running in the direction from which the screams had come. She turned a corner and just managed to stop herself from running into a brick pillar. A long string of curses emerged from her mouth and the woman altered her direction and took off again.
When she turned down another corner, her eyes immediately fell upon a group of vampires closing in on two girls who were both no older than eleven and clearly intimidated by the vampires' game faces.
"Hey boys," she said loudly, crossing her arms in front of her chest. "How about you come play with me instead? I'll promise to be very naughty."
Feral grins came to the undead beings' faces and all except for one reluctant one began to advance on her instead. Tossing her hair out of her face, the Slayer smiled as the first one lunged at her, his yellow eyes containing an evil glow, she easily parried his punch and delivered one of her own to his abdomen before grabbing her stake from her belt and shoving it straight into his heart.
"Who's next?" she asked cockily, adrenaline coursing through her veins. As one, the remaining six vampires who'd been advancing attacked.
"No! Leave her!" a voice said from somewhere to her right and out of the corner of her eye saw first one, than two, than three tall hooded and cloaked figures detach themselves from the wall. "The girls are your main target."
All but two of the vampires obeyed the order, the remaining two continuing to fight with her. "Hey Mister, I don't know who the hell you are, but didn't your mother ever teach you that it's rude to interrupt other people's fun?"
In response, the three figures aimed a long narrow something at her and shouted "Stupefy!" and red jets of light shot out and right at her. Not knowing or wanting to know what they meant, she hurriedly flipped out of harms way, the red lights instead hitting a vampire who'd been standing right behind her. Dropping to one knee, she hurriedly staked it, turning the vampire to dust before turning back to face the other three, no, two cloaked figures. But there'd been three before, she'd been sure of it. And then her Slayer sense kicked in and she whirled around just as the third figure shouted that weird word they'd said before.
But at the same time, she heard another new voice say, "Protego Nina!" and a silvery shield shot up around her just in time to deflect the red bolt that'd been sent her way. Nodding her thanks to the red-haired man, she flipped three times in rapid succession so that she was in the midst of the six undead creatures, figuring that the new-comer would be able to handle the three others.
"Alright boys, and girl," she turned so quickly that the one female vampire had no chance to scream, let alone react, before she was turned to dust. "Oops, I guess it's just boys now. Who's next?"
The vampires turned to face her, their backs to the two young girls and she made a motion for hem to run which both complied with hurriedly, frightened expressions on their faces. The woman turned her complete attention back to the fight before her, the dagger that she'd idly been toying with before in one hand and a stake in another, jabbing out with both arms quickly to either side, dusting the vampires, one with a stake to the heart and the other beheaded by the long and slender, yet strong dagger.
"It's the Slayer!" one of the remaining vampires managed to shout before she turned a sharp 90 degrees and executed a forceful double kick to his chest, sending him flying backwards onto the ground. Abandoning the use of her dagger for the time being by resheathing it, she began a rapid exchange of punches and blocks with the next vampire, ignoring the strange words and jets of light that were being issued from the red haired man and the three cloaked ones.
"I'm enjoying killing you, Slayer," the current vampire that she was fighting snarled at her.
"So glad I could provide some entertainment for you, dead boy," she replied nonchalantly, borrowing Xander's nickname for Angel as she took advantage of a hole in the vampire's defenses and dusted him. That was the last thing her brain processed before she felt a foot suddenly connect with her stomach and send her flying backwards to crash into the wall.
Shaking her head to clear it of the ringing sound, she arched her back and flipped up to her feet only to be brought back down on her back again as the vampire tackled her. This one was obviously a lot older and much more experienced than the other dusted vamps that she'd fought thus far.
"I've waited a long time to taste the blood of a Slayer," the one on top of her grinned. "And now, I get to and send you to hell." His hands grasped her throat and she suddenly found air in much shorter supply than she preferred.
"Yeah," she gasped out, "Well save me a place." With that, she brought her hand up and staked him, gasping in air gratefully as he turned to dust.
"Are you alright?" the good-looking hunk who'd helped her before asked as he made his way over.
"I am but my clothes aren't," she muttered as she stood up again and looked around for the last vampire. Spotting him, she pulled out another stake, one that she wasn't as partial to and said calmly, "Duck."
"What?" he asked, confused.
"Duck," she repeated and he complied with her order just in time for if he'd been but a second slower, the stake that the Slayer had thrown his way would've hit him very forcefully in the chest instead of flying straight into the vampire who'd been knocked out of the fight earlier.
"I appreciate you dealing with those vampires while I dueled with the Death Eaters," he offered cautiously with a slight smile.
She shrugged a bit carelessly. "It's my job."
He frowned slightly, apparently a bit confused. "Sorry, but did you say your job?"
"Yeah," she answered, wiping the dagger blade clean with a small scrap of cloth. "The pay sucks like hell, but it's what I do."
The man blinked several times before shaking his head a moment later, the confusion leaving his face as he extended a hand. "I'm Charlie Weasley by the way."
She nodded and took the hand extended towards her. "I'm Faith, Faith the Vampire Slayer."