The Pen is
Mightier than…
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By: Scott D. Halfacre
Copyright 2000
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Disclaimer thingie: Other people own characters in this little fic… I have no cash, leave me be… unless you want to tell me how I have done? This is my first try at "Buffy-fic," hope I do the gang a bit of justice.
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The larger of the two figures hits the headstone face-first, with the force of a speeding truck.
The figure, now on its back with little pieces of the headstone on its head, kicks its feet in the air and lands in a crouched position taking another strike at the small blonde.
"I'll never understand trig." Buffy says to me, as she swipes at the arm, using his own strength against it; knocking the large vamp back into the grave he just crawled out of.
"Not if you spend all your time here." I tell her while peeking over Xander's shoulder.
"Yeah, the lighting here is terrible." Xander chimes in while waving his arms in the cool night air.
With the wind pulling at her hair, she does a back flip landing on her feet and grabbing at the ground. "Lighting wouldn't help, I'm just not the brainy type I guess."
The large figure picks himself up off the ground. "Do you mind?" He says while brushing little stones off his shoulder and twists his neck causing loud cracks.
"What?" Buffy says shrugging her shoulders in a nonchalant way.
"I can't listen to you kids," The vamp bares his fangs, "and kill you at the same time." Which makes me cower just a hair further behind Xander.
Wish I had some of my spells ready.
"Your problem is concentration. You could just stop listening…that might--" Xander stops and stammers a little. "I'm not helping am I?"
"No." Buffy tells Xander, while throwing a handful of directly into the Vamp's eyes.
Wiping at his eyes the vamp stares at Xander and I. My legs want to run, but instead my left hand pops the top on the fountain pen I have.
"If you're going to write up a spell would you mind hurrying?" Xander says over his shoulder, while trying to bravely face down the vamp.
"Uhmmm, I don't suppose you'd mind brushing first? You have the worst case of morning breath--" The vamp tosses him at Buffy, causing the two to collapse in a heap.
"I… I… I'm no… not scared." I try to do my brave pout, and fail as I always do.
With a whisper of movement the large vamp is on top of me. "I need to feed."
I jab the pen into his neck and all he does is smile.
"Little one, that will do you little good."
"I can give you a drink." I smile nervously as I inject the fluid into his neck.
He falls back in severe pain and twitching for a few moments, till he fades into dust.
"Disappearing ink?" Xander mocks the dust in only a way that he can.
"Nice job Will." Buffy tilts her head and smiles.
"Holy water," I shrug my shoulders and smile, "Ya never know."
This time the smile feels more like me.