DISCLAIMER: Sadly Buffy the vampire slayer belongs to Joss Whedon, The Walking Dead isn't mine either , and neither is Vampire Diaries, I am only borrowing them for the playground of my OC character-Valise Times.
SPOLIERS: Post-Chosen BTVS, Mid-season 3 TWD, and no specific time during the Vampire Diaries.
CHAPTER 3
We walked quietly through the woods. The sound of Rocky's light panting reaching my ears. I wondered how Buffy and Spike were doing. They had gone to a town called Mystic Falls to see if any of our old contacts were still alive. I had been doubtful but Spike laughed saying his buddy Niklaus was not one to be taken down easily. I had met the handsome hybrid on a few occasions and I had to agree. He did seem like the type to survive anything…even a Zombie infestation. Nik had told us that his blood was the cure to werewolf bites for vampires. I wondered briefly what effect it would have on someone bitten by a biter.
My senses went on alert as Rocky growled beside me, just up ahead out of the woods I can see a bridge. As a scream tears through the air, I move closer to see some people fighting off walkers and by the looks of it they weren't doing so well.
Well Valise. Get your ass up there.
Any thoughts of hunting fled my mind. In this moment the only thing that mattered to me was reaching those people. Rocky ran along side me as fast as he could as if he too knew that those people were on borrowed time.
Moments later I reach the overpass just in time to throw one of my hunting knives into the head of a biter creeping up on the Hispanic man busy shooting another of the dead creatures.
He looks to me with wide eyes, nodding a thank you. I quickly stab another biter who was unfortunate enough to come near me. I'm only briefly aware of two other men killing biters as well. Hey the more the merrier. Rocky continued to bark viscously at my side until the last biter is dead. It is then that I finally take in the small group of people.
The Hispanic man gives a few words of gratitude to me then the two men standing near his car. His smile soon drops as one of the men goes to the car and opens door and begins rummaging through the car waving a gun at the Hispanic man who tries to stop him. By this point I've seen enough. I hate men like them who prey on the weak.
"Hey asswhole! Get out of the car and leave this man alone before I put an arrow in your ass!"
Both the man in the car and his companion turn their attention from the family in the car to me. It was clear from the look on their faces that they had not been paying attention to my arrival. The one pointing the gun at the Hispanic guy laughed as he appraised my appearance.
"Look here you mulatto bitch. Yer' get own outta here if yer' know what's good for yah."
His words angered me. But I would not give him the satisfaction. Instead, I turned to his companion who stood silently watching our exchange.
"Is he always this stupid?"
My words got a smirk out of the guy who I realized was carrying a crossbow.
"For as far as I can tell." The guy turned to glare at his companion at his words.
"Oh I see you agree with her, lil brother? What yer' wanna fuck er' or something? I mean she is a hot piece of ass. Maybe we can share er'"
Brothers huh? Besides the obvious redneck appearance they both seemed to share, they looked nothing alike. Where Asshole was well built, he looked old enough to be my father. But his brother, was kind of sexy in a John Deer kind of way. His blue eyes looked me over just as his brother had done but he seemed to be assessing me as a threat and not as if I were a piece of meat. I appreciated the gesture because I was two seconds away from showing his brother what happens when you piss off a slayer.
"Merle, leave these people alone. Taking from those in need is not what we do." Oh, so asshole's name was Merle. My eyes widen as little brother raised his crossbow aiming it at Merle.
"You would really shoot yer' own brother? Over some little mexicos?"
I held my breath. I wasn't sure if I should interfere. What felt like eternity went by before Merle finally lowered his gun and allowed the Hispanic man to get in the car with his family. I sighed in relief. No blood had been shed. With the car now out of sight, the three of us stood alone on the overpass.
Pulling out my blade from the head of the dead biter, I approached the two men. They seemed to have forgotten about me once more, deep in a heated argument.
"I can't go back there. Those people hate me."
"You beat the hell out of Glenn."
"Oh whatever, chinaman needs to toughen up. A few cuts won't kill 'em"
"He's Korean!"
"See! This is what I'm talking about! They've changed you. Made you soft." Before I could interject, the younger brother dropped his crossbow and tackled Merle.
I had to do something because this could get ugly. Closing in on the two rolling around on the ground, I couldn't help but feel like karma was biting me in the ass for all the times Buffy had to pry me and Spike apart for similar arguments.
"Guys! Stop!"
Neither seemed to hear me as they continued rolling around on the hard concrete. We didn't have time for this. I had already decided that I was going to stick with them for a while or at least the younger brother.
"Rocky, these two are going to beat each other's brains out." My companion stuck his tongue out and wagged his tail before running over and retrieving a bottle of water. When he brought the bottle to me, I smiled. His intelligence really was frightening sometimes.
'Yer' just a pussy!'
'At least I got both of my hands!'
I opened the bottle of water and emptied its contents onto the two men. The results were instantaneous. They stopped fighting each other and got to their feet sputtering as they wiped the liquid from their faces. Both looked to me in surprise.
"Good now that I've got your attention. Look. We don't have time for this. An orgy of those biters could come at any moment now and I don't know about you but I don't want to be lunch."
"I don't know suga tits, yer' look good enough to be on the menu to me. Hell even my little brother here can't stop drooling over you." The little brother in question looked away as a slight blush reached his cheeks. He really was good looking. I sighed. Choosing to ignore Merle's comment for the time being.
"Do you two have a camp or something?"
Little brother bristled up at my words.
"Yer' not coming with us. I don't trust you."
I scuffed. "And why the hell not?" I asked as he took a step closer to me.
"Cause I said so." In return I took a step forward as well. I have gone toe to toe with monsters that would put fear in even the toughest men.
"Look Mr…"
"Daryl. Daryl Dixon."
"Mr. Dixon. I could have killed you plenty times over while you and your brother were rolling around on the ground. I haven't done anything to prove me untrust worthy."
"That may be true. But how do I know yer' not a spy from Woodbury?"
"From where?" What the hell was he going on about?
"She ain't one of the Governors. Girl like her…I would have remembered her." Wait. Not five minutes ago Merle was going off on me and now he was vouching for me? I voiced my thoughts at the older Dixon. He simply shrugged his shoulders and chuckled.
"Way I see it. You're handy with a weapon and hard as nails. If my little brother and his friends are going to have any hope of making a stand against the Governor, they'll need all the help they can get. Besides, suga tits. I have a feeling things will get interesting with you around."
"Bite me Merle."
Daryl smirked. His eyes alight with amusement. It was obvious he was taking great fun from seeing his brother get stood up to by a woman. Then just as quick his smile dropped and a frown formed.
"We need to get back. I have a bad feeling."
I nodded. It was always good to follow a gut instinct.
"We can take my truck. It's parked just about a mile into the woods."
They nodded before getting into step with me. One brother on either side. Rocky took lead.
"What's with the mutt?"
I looked to Merle.
"His name is Rocky. He was a family pet."
"Aren't yah worried he'll attract the walkers and slow you down?"
"Walkers?"
"Oh um…I think you call 'em biters."
"Walkers…hmm that's cool I guess."
Daryl interjected looking over my five foot eight frame to his brother.
"Hey at least he has all of his limbs. If anyone is gonna slow us down. It's you."
I chuckled at that. Things had just gotten a whole lot interesting since I hooked up with the Dixon brothers.
