Hello!

I'm Jamie and I just started writing a W/T fic. A friend of mine advised me to post here. I'm not much experienced in the way of writing, I do try to do my best, so please bear with the rookie here.

This story is completely out of the Buffyverse, so no spoiler whatsoever. There won't be magic either, kinda. That's something I'm still deciding, so it may change on the course of the story.

It may be confusing and cryptic at first, but it will clear up soon, I hope.


Chapter 1 - Christmas Killer

It was very cold in New York that time of the year. Even with my heavy winter cloak, scarf and woolen gloves I was slowly freezing to death. I really hate it when I have late night shifts on winter. I got the Christmas shift this year again, just my luck. I'm beginning to think that it's my lack of social life that makes me a target for holiday shifts.

I am a 25 years old resident doctor, I'm intelligent and successful, some might even say beautiful but my 15 years old sister has had more romantic relationships this year than I had in my whole life. Depressing, isn't it?

It's Christmas and I have no one to celebrate it with. I can't even visit my family because of my work. My car is broken and none of my colleagues could drive me home, so here I am in the desert subway waiting for my ride home. When it arrives I waste no time getting in before I had hypothermia.

To my surprise I wasn't the only one in the subway that time of the night. A girl who looked no older than sixteen with vibrant red hair that contrasted starkly with her pale skin stood there in a long black coat. She looked at me briefly when I came in, but quickly turned her attention back to whatever she was listening on her headphones.

"Er, Merry Christmas." I broke the uncomfortable silence.

Again her eyes to me and I was startled by the lack of expression in those green orbs. Her face was absolutely serene, as if she was about to fall asleep and her eyes were just as dormant. She nodded, as if acknowledging my greeting and went back to looking out of the subway's window.

The silence overwhelmed me. Make no mistake, I wasn't some kind of chatterbox or anything. In fact I was a complete wallflower my entire High School, I think that time I looked more at my feet than anything else. But I kind of got used to never having a moment's peace later on. People are always milling about in the hospital and my neighbors aren't exactly the quiet type.

I was about to speak again when the subway stopped. The door slid open and a rat-faced man came in, rubbing his gloved hands to dispel the cold. He glanced at me and I shuddered under his appraising gaze, but then his eyes turned to my young companion. He gasped and turned around as if to run out of the subway, but the door had already closed.

What happened next I'll never forget as long as I live. The girl put a hand under her coat and took out a handgun. She pointed it at the cowering man and pulled the trigger. It was all so fast that I didn't even have time to react. I blinked and the man fell limply to the ground, a bullet hole in the center of his forehead. Then I reacted.

I screamed, curling myself in my seat. I thought then that my days were over, for I surely would be the next one with a bullet in me. The girl looked at me, that same serene expression still fixed on her face and put the gun back into her coat. She walked over to the fallen man, kneeling beside its corpse. I watched in morbid fascination as she gently closed his still open eyes and did a cross sign over his body.

"May your trial be just." I heard her whisper before getting back on her feet. She took a cellular from her pant pocket and dialed quickly.

"It's done." She said to whoever was on the other end and hung up, apparently not waiting for an answer.

It was then that the subway stopped once more. I looked at the open door nervously, contemplating an escape. She took that decision from me and headed for the door, pausing briefly to look back at me.

"Merry Christmas."

To Be Continued…


Well, I'll wait for the tomatoes now.

Jamie