Picking a Slayer
Copyrighted : August 18 2006
Category: Buffy The Vampire Slayer short.
Rating: PG-13 minor Foul Language.
Spoilers: Umm non that I know of.
Summary: Ever wonder how the Slayer is picked? This is my take.
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Author's Note's: You can blame writers block, my evil muse or the fact that I'm just really bored and have a very strange mind.
Picking a Slayer
Place Unknown
Time Unknown
You watch two beings sitting at the opposites sides of a table, one is shades of white and gives of a glow while it's counter part is shades of black and absorbs the glow. White is good and order while black is evil and chaos.
Chaos: "Well another Slayer bites the dust, so who's turn is it to pick a Slayer?"
Order: "Its my turn so my pick is Buffy Summers!"
Chaos: "No its my turn and I pick Faith Morgan!"
You watch the two as they break in to a childish fight of "Its my turn", "no mine" for a few minutes till Chaos stops.
Chaos: "Rock, paper, scissors?"
Order: "Sure, on the count of three."
You watch Order count to three, Chaos picks paper while Order pick scissors.
Order: "Yeah I won!!" Order does a happy dance around the table.
Chaos: "Darn it! Oh well I'll just drive your Slayer nuts with the evil minions I'll send after her!! And I'll send that brooding vampire to bug the daylights out of her while I'm at it!!"
You shake your head as the two get in to a fight over who Chaos can send for the newest Slayer to fight, as the fight goes from the two flinging insults to throwing fists you start to wake up with your last thoughts being, "The fate of the Universe is being fought over by two over grown children, we're doomed."
The End.
Hehehe, I blame my muse and writers block for this one. Well it could also be the fact that my brain has rotted from to much time with a 4 year old. Your pick. Let me know what you people think about this little blip.