BUFFY SUMMERS

"HIYAAH!" I cried kicking the vampire in the gut hearing a satisfying oof! He groaned and threw out his sharp nailed hand and tried to slice my tummy to ribbons but I back flipped away, managing to kick him in the face with one of my feet. Thank god for Giles forcing me to expand my fighting skills by learning gymnastics. The ugly vampire cried out and held his nose as blood started spurting. He growled and tried to attack me with a right hook but I intercepted it and held his hand as I drove my stake into his cold unbeating heart. He coughed, and turned human to stare at me with sad eyes as he dissipated into dust. I sighed can swatted at my favorite tee shirt to get his remains off. John Farger, age 25, not that much older than me had been killed by a car crash two or three days ago, but before he'd died he'd been drained mostly of blood by a vamp and turned into one of the creatures who'd tried to kill him.

"Rest in peace Johnny," I said as I turned away from the pile of dust to run straight into two very firm male chests.

"Hey sweetheart, need a vacuum cleaner?" the sandy haired one on the right said straining neck to see the pile of dust behind me. The guys were both tall, and were pretty well built, but for some reason both seemed very at ease which made me wonder who just the hell these guys were. If they were vamps they would have vamped out by now and if they were normal humans they'd be running away screaming by now. So what was a slayer supposed to do with these two guys? Knock them out of course.

DEAN WINCHESTER

"Dean. Deeeeeaaan. DEAN!" I awoke with a start when I heard Sammy yell down my ear. I sat up quickly and banged my head on a low hanging pipe.

"OWWW!" I cried and tried to rub my head but noticed my hands were tied. Things clicked in my head and I quickly realized our predicament. I looked over at Sam then at our surroundings.

"Are we-"

"Yup. Hogtied in a 70's styled basement."

"Shit. Last time this happened-"

"Dean, for the last time I don't want to know about your freaky sexual experiences."

"Well soooorrrry Sam, I was trying to help you out. Anyway how'd we get here? Oh wait lemme guess the blonde chick who you wanted to help out?"

"Whatever, you wanted to go after her because you thought she was hot"

"Yeah but-"

"GOD do you two EVER SHUT UP!?" came a loud voice from the top of stairs. We both looked up to see… the blonde.

"Look sweetie, if you wanted to get kinky you should have just said something." She looked me up and down and shook her head.

"You are SUCH a guy. Now what's your name?" I smiled at her

"You tell me yours, I'll tell you mine." She looked at me in shock

"Um, if you haven't noticed YOUR'E the one who's tied up." She waited but when I made it pretty obvious I wasn't going to fess up she sighed and said,

"Rebecca North. You?"

"Winston Churchill. And this is my brother John Lennon Churchill." She stared at me incredulously.

"What? They're family names Ms. Summers." She looked up surprised

"So I'm right. You are Buffy Summers. Enchanté mademoiselle." I said smiling charmingly which earned me a scowl and a kick in the gut that hurt. I coughed and sucked in painful breaths. She grabbed my hair and held my head against the wall.

"Shove it asshole! How'd you know my name?" she snarled.

"There's a picture of you on the wall with your name on it." She let go of my head and shook her head. Then she shouted up the stairs,

"Xander! I told you to stop putting my name and picture on the wall of the room where we interview the suspects!" Jeez, who'd she think she was a detective? A boy with close cropped black hair wearing a bad Hawaiian tee shirt and a scowl on his face stuck his head around the corner.

"May I remind you you're using my room?" he said annoyed. She gave him a look and he ran out the room like a scared rabbit. I chuckled and she looked me straight in the eyes.

"So now you know my name, what are yours?" before I could say something snarky Sam interjected with,

"I'm Sam Winchester, and he's Dean Winchester. We fight demons, monsters, ghosts, and the occasional vamp." She stiffened at that last line and I said,

"So blondie, or sorry Buffy", I corrected when she gave me a death glare," You wanna tell us how you defeated a fully grown vampire?".

"Easy", she said, "I'm the slayer."