A Note From the Author: *Ahem* We are gathered here today to witness the birth of a FanFiction story. Hopefully it is the first of many, and we wish this one many successes.
So, yes, this is my first FanFic. I am pretty rusty with my writing skills at this point in time, but I hope to refine them…eventually.
Disclaimer: I own this story. I do not, however, own the characters, the settings, or anything to do with BtVS. So really, I don't own the story, just the shape the story takes. Make sense? No? Well, onto the story.
A scream filled the night as the girl's partner was killed. But this, this, was no human scream. It was the scream of a vampire.
"Buffy!" a man yelled, as he threw a pointy stake to a pretty young woman.
She caught the stake and drove it deep into the heart of the she-vamp, who had started to run at her.
"Thanks Giles," Buffy sighed, "Hopefully there's no more vamps, I'm down to one stake."
"Yes, well, next time we should probably bring more than just the two," Giles offered with a smile.
"Well it's just been so quiet lately, I guess I wasn't thinking straight," Buffy said as she dusted herself off, "All this vampire dust has got to be bad for the ole' lungs."
Giles smiled, before they turned around a mausoleum and came face to face with a large demon. The demon had huge, rather lethal looking horns on its head and was red in colour. The claws coming off its fingers were more like talons, and it looked as if one swing would slice you in two. It grunted as it took a step towards the pair and lifted its arm to swing at them. Giles ducked out of the way as Buffy swiftly kicked it in the gut before it had the chance to do anything. It barely stumbled. The thing grabbed Buffy's arm and threw her back against the wall of the large crypt. Meanwhile, Giles searched for some kind of weapon, frantically turning his head, looking for something, anything. Buffy was barely managing to hold off the demon, and soon it had her by the neck, her back against the wall again. Her legs were flailing, trying to connect with the demon, but her struggles were becoming less and less.
"Hey! Hey, over here!" Giles yelled, having yet to locate any form of weapon, "Come and get me, you great, stupid lump!"
The demon barely even turned around. Giles was about to run at it, and do God knows what, but a hand on his shoulder stopped him.
"That's a sure fire way to get yourself killed," Spike said.
Before Giles could say anything, Spike raised his arm and shot the thing with a cross-bow. It dropped Buffy, scratching her on the way down, and turned to face Spike. It roared loudly and charged. Spike pushed Giles out of the way and ducked just in time to miss a swinging punch from the thing. In Spike's haste to push Giles, he had dropped a smallish axe, and, seeing his chance, he snatched it up, took aim and threw it directly into the demons back. It didn't kill the thing, but it hampered it considerably. Spike was able to get it to the floor, face down, where he further drove the axe into its back. Soon, it lay still.
"Buffy?" Giles turned around to see Buffy clutching her head, "Are you ok?"
"Uh, yeah," she mumbled, "Just…have a…a headache."
Bleed was flowing freely from what looked to be a very deep cut, and the headache was most likely from hitting the wall of the mausoleum. Giles helped her up and turned to thank Spike, but he was long gone.
"Come on Buffy, let's get you home," Giles said, keeping one hand on her arm.
A Note From the Author: Ah, so the first chapter is done-skis. Hip hooray. Hopefully it was an acceptable piece of writing, I look forward to writing the next chapter, because I have a rather concrete direction for this story, whereas usually when I write, I make it up as I go.
Review if you want, if not, I don't mind. I will always reply to a review, and if I don't reply, it's because I reviewed one of your stories in return. Of course, I usually reply anyway.
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