It had been a long night, mainly due to it's lack of activity then
anything else. Buffy Summers looked a little disappointed as she walked
through the tall iron gates of the graveyard. She had only slayed one
vamp.and a rather pathetic one at that. She sighed to herself and shook her
head, kicking a few stray pebbles from the sidewalk as she started home.
The Slayer glanced intothe night sky, taking in waxing moon for a moment. The constellation Orion was in full view, and it comforted her somehow. Somethings we're always the same. Orion would always be in the sky, her love life will always suck, and there will always be something to slay.
She turned the corner onto Revello Drive in a lazy pace. She played a little with the hem of her grey sweater, looking rather bored, when a noise caught her attention. She froze, pulling the stake tucked in her sleeve out and clenching it tightly in her fist. She let her senses open to her surroundings, crawling out over the immediate area. She heard the sound again.a rustling and then scraping, like someone struggling, perhaps in the shrubs. Great, some action.
She began stalking down the road, eyes narrowed, muscles tense. Someone was around, she could feel them now. Her gut clenched up for a second as her grip on the stake became tighter. She stopped her stalking forward and stayed still, looking across the street, down it, and then behind her.
"Come on out and play.I know you're here." Buffy said in a slightly mocking tone. Her voice echoed a little down the residential street. The only lighting came from the dim streetlamps at the quiet moon.
Another sound. Louder. More deliberate and methodical.walking? A shadow began to emerge from a set of manicured shrubs about 100 yards down the street. Buffy got into a defensive stance, waiting for a move, waiting for the stranger to be revealed.
The shadow walked with a slight limp, uneasy with it's steps. Buffy thought for a brief moment it may be a drunk, and her stance returned to normal. She tucked a few strands of her blonde bangs behind her ears.
"Look, buddy, move out before I call the cops.." Buffy started,her voice trailing when the shadow walked into the spotlight of a streetlamp. "Oh my god.."
A woman, maybe 5'6", stood naked before Buffy. Her arms were slashed, her face bruised. There were ligature marks all across her legs and thighs. The woman was shaking violently and then collapsed to her knee's. Buffy jogged up beside her, noticing the same ligature marks on her back. She got down on her haunches
"My God..what happenned to you?" Buffy whispered, a look of shock in her eyes at the wounds inflicted on this frail girl. Buffy pulled brown hair from the wound on her back, and caught a glimpse of a large tattoo. Before Buffy could study it, the girl whirled around, pressing her back to the lamp post. She had large brown eyes, eyes that were terrified.
"They're coming. They're all coming." The girl whimpered, tears rimming her bloodshot eyes. Buffy stayed down, trying to seem unintimidating all though the Slayer mode was beginning to kick in again.
"Who? Who did this to you?" Buffy asked simply. The girl brought her legs tightly to her chest.
"They come to drink the blood of Hell." The girl said in a hoarse whisper, "They come to spread their disease. They start here. They start on the Hellmouth.." The girl's brown eyes glimmered for a second, and the black of her pupils began to bleed out into the chestnut brown iris, into the whites. Soon her eyes were all black, "They come to feed on you!"
The Slayer glanced intothe night sky, taking in waxing moon for a moment. The constellation Orion was in full view, and it comforted her somehow. Somethings we're always the same. Orion would always be in the sky, her love life will always suck, and there will always be something to slay.
She turned the corner onto Revello Drive in a lazy pace. She played a little with the hem of her grey sweater, looking rather bored, when a noise caught her attention. She froze, pulling the stake tucked in her sleeve out and clenching it tightly in her fist. She let her senses open to her surroundings, crawling out over the immediate area. She heard the sound again.a rustling and then scraping, like someone struggling, perhaps in the shrubs. Great, some action.
She began stalking down the road, eyes narrowed, muscles tense. Someone was around, she could feel them now. Her gut clenched up for a second as her grip on the stake became tighter. She stopped her stalking forward and stayed still, looking across the street, down it, and then behind her.
"Come on out and play.I know you're here." Buffy said in a slightly mocking tone. Her voice echoed a little down the residential street. The only lighting came from the dim streetlamps at the quiet moon.
Another sound. Louder. More deliberate and methodical.walking? A shadow began to emerge from a set of manicured shrubs about 100 yards down the street. Buffy got into a defensive stance, waiting for a move, waiting for the stranger to be revealed.
The shadow walked with a slight limp, uneasy with it's steps. Buffy thought for a brief moment it may be a drunk, and her stance returned to normal. She tucked a few strands of her blonde bangs behind her ears.
"Look, buddy, move out before I call the cops.." Buffy started,her voice trailing when the shadow walked into the spotlight of a streetlamp. "Oh my god.."
A woman, maybe 5'6", stood naked before Buffy. Her arms were slashed, her face bruised. There were ligature marks all across her legs and thighs. The woman was shaking violently and then collapsed to her knee's. Buffy jogged up beside her, noticing the same ligature marks on her back. She got down on her haunches
"My God..what happenned to you?" Buffy whispered, a look of shock in her eyes at the wounds inflicted on this frail girl. Buffy pulled brown hair from the wound on her back, and caught a glimpse of a large tattoo. Before Buffy could study it, the girl whirled around, pressing her back to the lamp post. She had large brown eyes, eyes that were terrified.
"They're coming. They're all coming." The girl whimpered, tears rimming her bloodshot eyes. Buffy stayed down, trying to seem unintimidating all though the Slayer mode was beginning to kick in again.
"Who? Who did this to you?" Buffy asked simply. The girl brought her legs tightly to her chest.
"They come to drink the blood of Hell." The girl said in a hoarse whisper, "They come to spread their disease. They start here. They start on the Hellmouth.." The girl's brown eyes glimmered for a second, and the black of her pupils began to bleed out into the chestnut brown iris, into the whites. Soon her eyes were all black, "They come to feed on you!"