Disclaimer: I do not own, or am associated or affiliated in any way with any of the characters or settings from Van Helsing, or Buffy the Vampire Slayer (grrr, damn). Any characters or places you do not recognize are of my own genious creation (ha!). Should you choose to steal any of my creations for your future stories, then I'll kill you. I won't sue, I'll just kill you...
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Synophisis (summary whatever lol): It's the year 2004, and the bustling city of New Compton is home toMadison Louise Corvis, who isn't like any ordinary girl. She's a vampire slayer, one girl chosen to protect the innocents of the world from vampires and demons. There isn't a challenge she won't take, or a foe she won't eventually defeat. However, when a certain vampire arises, intent on becoming a part of her life, she accepts help from a dark and mysterious stranger who claims to be just like her... Rated for violence and language.
The night sky was very dark and un-inviting to any person who walked alone under it. No stars were visible, and the half crescent moon was hidden behind a large sprawling grey cloud.
The streets of New Compton were slowly emptying, their occupants desperate to get home to the warm and welcoming arms of their family, or the heat of their large coal fires.
After a while, only one person could be seen making their way along the desolate streets. Her breath was clearly visible in front of her face, so she pulled the collar of her long black duster tightly around her shoulders with one hand. The other was keeping a firm grip on something concealed in her large pocket.
As she rounded a corner and began making her way along the cracked sidewalk, the grip on the object became vice like, so tight that it hurt her hand and turned her knuckles white.
She didn't care though. She knew that the thing in her pocket was there for her safety, and she wasn't about to let it go, no matter what.
Coming closer to her destination, she slowed her walking and tried not to make any noise. There was no point in trying as she was naturally stealthy, like a jungle cat approaching it's unsespecting pray.
Her long limbs tensed up as she sensed a presence beyond the large wrought iron gates she came to.
Acting immediately, she stood back and managed to leap over the tall gates with all the grace of a tiger. Landing softly on her feet, she pulled the object out of her pocket: a large wooden stake, and began running silently through the graveyard, careful to dodge the gravestones.
After coming into a large clearing which was home to a moseleum, she stood absolutely silent and still, listening intently for any noise. She didn't have to wait long as a scream pierced the silent and eerie air surrounding her.
Preparing her muscles for a fight, she bolted in the direction that the scream was coming from, pushing her legs to run as fast as they could.
She skidded to a halt under a large oak tree standing near the graveyard wall and narrowed her eyes at the sight that met her. A tall and muscular man dressed in a plain black suit was perched on top of a frightened looking young woman, whose struggling was no use against his strength.
He had her arms pinned to the ground and was lowering his head to her neck. From the distance, Madison could see that his eyes were yellow and blood red, and that his open mouth was home to two large fangs, now inches away from the woman's flesh. As she struggled, he hissed at her to shut up and stop moving. A calm suddenly came over the woman, and Madison could see the familiar look of defeat on her face.
It had just dawned on her that she was probably going to die, and that there was no point in struggling. The vampire once again leaned in towards her neck, and whispered something which Madison could hear.
"That's it. There's no point in struggling. It only hurts for a second, then you feel peaceful, you feel like your life is slowly ebbing away, like you're drifting away, slowly falling asleep..."
At this point, Madison walked forward a few steps and cleared her throat defiantly. With a growl, the vampire looked up at her, his eyes narrowing, clearly furious that he was being interrupted. Opening her mouth, Madison spoke loudly and clearly to the night sky.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you."
Instead of getting up and attacking, the vampire simply sneered, his arms trying hard to contain the woman who was now sturggling again.
"Why not?" Madison looked thoughtful for a moment.
"Cause if you do, then I'm gonna have to kick your sorry ass to hell and back."
The vampire looked confused for a moment, then very quickly released the woman and leapt up onto his feet.
Before he charged at her, Madion had time to get into her fighting stance, pulling the stake back in her right hand. He came at her, his eyes taking on a shade of red, his fangs bared like a rabid dog.
As he was just a few feet away from her, Madison went into a spin, her right leg flying out and catching the vampire in the stomach. He went flying into the graveyard wall, and collapsed into a heap at the bottom.
Madison took the opportunity and ran at him, pulling her right arm back once again. Just as he was about to stand up, she plunged the stake deep into his chest with no effort, and pulled it out again moments later. The vampire raised his hands to the wound in shock, looking up at her with pleading eyes. She simply shrugged and muttered one word:
"Loser."
It was then that the vampire exploded into dust, the light wind of the night spreading it everywhere. Madison batted at the dust heading at her, trying desparately to keep it away from her eyes. When she was satisfied, she headed over to the woman, who was still lying on the ground, silent tears trickling down the side of her face. Madison crouched down beside her, wiping a stray tear away and smiling reassuringly.
"Are you okay?" she asked, her voice soft and gentle. The woman slowly nodded.
"Y-yeah, as okay as can be expected that is."
Madison chuckled slightly and extended her hand to the woman, who grabbed onto it with both of hers. She was very surprised as Madison managed to hoist her off the ground with little or no effort. Looking deep into her frosty blue eyes, the woman spoke again.
"What was that thing? It wasn't a v-vampire was it? It couldn't be, they don't exist, right?"
Madison looked thoughtfully at the woman for a moment. She didn't know if she had seen the fight or not. Deciding to play it by ear, she shrugged.
"I doubt it. You're right obviously when you say that vampires don't exist. Maybe he was some drunken guy, or rabies, he coulda had rabies. Whatever the case, he's gone now and you're safe."
Looking in all directions, the woman pulled her curly red hair behind her ear, almost expecting him to jump out of the shadows. She then brushed dirt of her long white flowery dress and wrapped her arms around herself. Her breath came out in slow and rapid gasps, and she began shivering violently. Madison immediately struggled out of her beloved black duster and wrapped it around the woman's shoulders, leaving her in a thin gray hooded top. Pulling the edges of the duster closer together, she looked the woman directly in her large hazel eyes.
"Look at me, lady look at me! You're alright now, nothing's gonna hurt you when I'm here. Just to be sure, I'm gonna take you home and make sure nothing else happens to you. Do you understand?"
After a few uncertain moments, the lady looked up at her (Madison was rather tall) and nodded. Taking that as a sign that she wasn't going to slip into shock, Madison placed a hand on her back and began leading her out of the graveyard. Along the way, she tried to make conversation, saying anything to get her mind off the gothic gravestones that surrounded them.
All her life, Madison had always hated graveyards. She hated the the eerie silence that surrounded them, the large iron gates and tall concrete walls encasing it, making it feel more like a prison rather than a final resting place, the overgrown grass and the withered flowers that always lay at the base of the gravestones.
Despite her responsibility, her job, her life; she could never stand graveyards. They were a constant reminder that her parents lay burried six feet under some hundreds, or even thousands of miles away.
She tried not to think about them, which proved impossible as they were always on her mind. Their booming laughter, their warm embrace, their large smiles and the familiar scent that always seemd to follow her around. A mixture of sandlewood and jasmine, mixed with a hint of strawberries and aftershave.
Madison remembered how safe she felt when she snuggled up in her dad's lap as a little girl, inhaling the scent off his clothes, giggling as she told him about her day. He called her his 'little button nose' as she had a small and child-like nose, and her mother called her 'my little princess'.
She had had long and silky golden hair while growing up. It was wavy and reached the bottom of her back. It was now cut to just above her shoulders. Her frosty blue eyes came off her mother, who she had always looked like.
Madison always believed that the only physical resemblence she bore to her father was her smile. She had a large and toothy smile that seemed to light up her whole face, just as he did. These days, she seldom smiled and instead opted for a mysterious closed mouth half-smile.
When she was a child, she had a pink complection that all the other mothers in the neighbourhood had been jealous of. These days, despite being only 17, her face was pale and gaunt, a few pink scars slowly fading into nothingness.
As well as this, she was also skinnier than she had been six or seven years ago. She used to carry around some remaining baby-fat, but now she had an athletic build, the result of years and years of hard core training. Madison began to reflect on her past after her parent's death when suddenly the voice of the woman shook her out of her reverie.
"Are you okay kid?" Madison's head snapped up and she smiled assuredly at her.
"Yeah sure, why?" The woman looked at her, pity fleeting over her face.
"You're crying."
Madison looked at her for a moment before raising her hands to her face. Surely enough, her face felt warm and moist. Feeling embarassed, Madison began wiping furiously at her eyes, wanting desparately for the woman to forget about it. She didn't.
"Are you sure you're okay kid? You've been quiet all this time, and then tears just started pouring down your face. Is something wrong?"
Madison quickly thought about what she should say. And it came to her.
"Nothing's wrong with me, I'm fine really. Just the coldness of the night making my eyes water. It happens all the time."
The woman looked her up and down, clearly not believing her, but deciding not to pursue the subject. They continued their trek out of the graveyard in silence, both wanting desparately to leave it behind.
In her haste to leave, Madison didn't notice the cold dark eyes watching her intently as she helped the woman climb over a wall. They stared at her from behind a distant bush, watching her every move, taking in every inch of her. When she had clambered over the wall, the eyes immediately dissapeared, finally leaving the graveyard empty.
A/N: There you go, my first chapter. I hope you enjoyed it. If you want more, then tell me. If not, then uh, tell me. But remember this simple formula before you leave your reviews folks: Good reviews, demmands for more, one very happy author... more story!
Then again, you should want more, coz I left it on a cliffy! Muhahahaa! Looks around in total silence. Uh yeah, just, you know, click on that little button, and you know the rest... Leaves computer looking sheepish.