A/N: First FanFiction for me. It's spur of the moment and will be explained in a later chapter. Don't underestimate me, the next chapters will be better xD. Enjoy peeps.
Crashed on here
A small speck of a person is barely compared to the vast sky of midnight blue. It grows bigger though. Arms, legs, feet, a torso, and a head are visible. Soon enough her hands and fingers are as she crashes through the branches. Lucky her, they were thin and easily broken. She soon fell to the ground, her feet barely keeping her balances. Either way, she crumpled to her knees, her body weak from the impact.
"AUGH!" Jo Icati falls in a heap of leaves. Her red and black hair were stuck with sticks and red leaves. "Stupid little girl." She gets up and brushes her black pocketed pants off.
"What are you doing here?" A blonde girl [more like young woman with a leather jacket looked at her. She was holding a stake in her hands and there was a pile of dust at her feet.
"I can ask Demitri the same damn thing." Jo snides as she begins pulling sticks out of her hair.
"Demitri? Demitri Ryan?" The girl askes as she put the stake in her jacket and stepped over the dust, an eyebrow raising. Her posture was still tense as she approached the redhead.
To Buffy Summers, this girl looked not much younger than her. The look in her eyes were anger and awe for some reason. She seemed to have come out of no where, but here in Sunnyvale, supernatural was common. With a quick, almost unnoticeable glace, she gaged the girls stature. This one was around five feet, two inches with red hair and black bangs. Her clothes were barely fitting, as they seemed to be baggy on her. Her eyes were blue with what seemed to be red speckles.
Those eyes were wandering around, measuring up her surroundings and sensing the place. There was a lot of attractive energy coming from here. Especially with the Hellmouth here. It seems quite an appropriate place to strand an especially powerful Spellcaster.
Jo's eyes wandered to the girl and her eyes widened.
"I almost forgot to introduce myself. The names Jo Icati."
Buffy smiles wryly. "The name's Buffy Summers."
As soon as Jo heard the name, her jaw dropped.
"No way, the Buffy Summers? As in the only vampire slayer?"
She gives her a look. "Yeah, I'm that Buffy. You've heard of me?"
"Quiet frankly, you're famous."
"Me? Well..." It wasn't much of a surprise, considering that demons knew her, so why not light people?
"It's a freakin honor to meet you." Jo steps forward one step when gun shots ring through the air. Daggers clash into the tree trunks. Jo suddenly felt herself crushed into the ground as these noises rose around them.