Sins of the Past Chapter 7
Bait with no trap
This shouldn't be that hard.
Doing my best not to look like I'm looking around, I check out the immediate area as I clutch my sides like I'm scared and protecting myself.
I'm easy pickings.
I use my hand to feel the stake I have hidden under my jacket, just to make sure that it's still there.
I'm young, hot, alone on an empty campus walkway, and scared that I might get attacked. So why the hell have I been out here for hours and not a single vamp has come after me? They should be lining up to sink their teeth in my neck, but instead I'm alone on this stupid campus pretending to go back to my stupid dorm room with my stupid roommate. I guess I shouldn't be surprised though.
A rustling noise comes from behind me and I twist my head to look where the noise came from. It's a cat coming out of the bushes and running off when it sees me looking at it.
I screwed up. I always do. Somehow I've even managed to screw up being a helpless victim to some two bit vamp like I manage to screw up just about everything else. God I'm pathetic. Maybe I should go find myself some demon bar and offer myself up to any demon or vamp who wants a piece of me. At least then I'd know that something would kill me or get me what I want. Of course, knowing me I'd find a way to screw that up too.
It's like those idiot monks made me into a lightning rod of pain and suffering and misery so that no one who ever even comes close to me can have anything but a miserable life. Sara knew me for less than a day and look what happened to her? She's a god damn vamp now. Dumb bitch never had enough sense to realize what a colossal mistake getting to know me was. I should've told her to turn around and run the other way before she got killed or worse. Because or worse is what actually happened.
Of course it did. 'Or worse' has been the story of my life. People would be better off without me. Buffy never would've died and come back to life, and that OTHER one wouldn't have had to put up with pretending like touching me was anything less than a disgusting experience. They could've been touching each other like they actually would've wanted to be instead of pretending like they actually loved me.
But no, things couldn't possibly be that simple. The stupid monks had to create me and force everyone to live out their lives with me around screwing it up for them. And now because I was lonely and horny, some bitch is out there with no pulse sucking down quarts of people's blood. Boy isn't my life just PERFECT.
"Hey there girlie, whatcha doin' out here all alone by your lonesome?"
Only a vampire could be that obvious and pathetic.
I turn around and do my best to act all macho and slayer-like.
"Looking for you actually..."
He grins at me, looking like he's thinking this is gonna be fun.
He's probably right. Fighting back is the dumbest idea I've ever had, but it might be the only way.
"Well, ya found me. So what do you want to do now?"
"I want you to..."
All of the sudden, his eyes go wide and he growls a little as he turns into dust right in front of me, leaving behind a hand wrapped around a wooden stake.
"Hey, you really shouldn't be wandering around at night like this. You could get..."
His eyes meet mine and he instantly stops mid sentence.
"Oh..."
God I just want to smack him.
"What the hell are you doing?"
He looks at me confused.
Probably something he's used to feeling.
With a look to the stake in his hand and then to the space where the vamp used to be next to him, he looks back at me still confused.
"Uh, saving you?"
I walk right up to him to get in his face.
"And who the hell asked you to do that?"
It takes him a few seconds to think about the answer through the confusion.
"No one... no one ever does. It's usually just always implied that when a vamp is about to kill someone that you rush in and save them."
Hearing him say that makes me wanna slap him even more.
"Well you really should think about what I said about giving up the whole wanna-be hero thing. You suck at it and you're getting worse by the day."
The moron of a wannabe hero gets sorta defensive.
"Says the girl I just saved from a vamp for the second time in a week."
God he really has no idea does he?
"You didn't save me from anything. You screwed things up. So just stay away from me okay?"
After that, I turn around and start walking away from him, but I think he follows me.
"How?"
"How do you stay away from me? You're an even bigger idiot than I thought."
His hand grabs my right arm and stops me before turning me around to face him.
"No, how did I screw things up for you exactly? Were you trying to get yourself killed or something? Is that why that Sarah girl got killed, because you were out looking for a way to die and she happened to tag along?"
That would've made my life a whole lot simpler, but as usual he doesn't have a clue.
I shove him away from me but he doesn't even budge so I shove him away harder. That only makes him take a step or two back, and it may have been a courtesy thing.
"She got KILLED because you were too stupid to save her. What you just screwed up was me trying to fix YOUR mistakes."
He gets this stupid, smart ass grin on his face that makes me wanna punch him.
"Why? I thought you didn't care."
What?
"I... I don't. You... it's just, someone has to fix your mistake and since you're too stupid to figure it out on your own, I might as well do it for you."
"And you'll have better luck than I will because...?"
"Ever hear of a slayer?"
He looks at me like I've just said the dumbest thing anyone could ever say.
"I've heard a few things, even met one once. You're a slayer?"
I glare at his question.
"No, not even I'M that unlucky."
That makes him give me this strange grin.
"Good, cause if you were I'd have to take time away from finding this girl to try and tell the Powers That Be they screwed up."
"Hey, at least I'm doing a better job than you and your big wannabe hero act."
"If you say so..."
There's a pause between us and part of me wants to smack him for his comments.
And why shouldn't I? The guy's an asshole.
"So, if you're not a slayer, then what are you?"
What the hell kinda question is that?
"I could ask you the same thing. What are you, some kind of demon freak-a-zoid?"
He takes up a slightly defensive posture.
I think I actually hurt his feelings.
"I asked you first."
Did he seriously just say that?
"What are you, like 12?"
"Depends on who you ask and how you look at it."
What?
"Oh-kay..."
Nothing but silence follows as he looks at me like he's expecting something.
Is he actually waiting for...?
"I'm human okay? Just your normal, average, everyday human..."
"The kind who knows about vampires and other demons..."
"Yes."
The wannabe hero stands a few feet from me, looking at me like he's sizing me up or something that makes me very uncomfortable but I have no idea why.
"Most normal people don't know about vampires and demons actually existing. Let alone slayers."
"Just because I'm normal doesn't mean my life is all right?"
Again he sizes me up a little but for some reason it doesn't make me wanna smack him.
He never answered my question.
"Your turn..."
"I'm human, same as you."
That's a load of crap.
"Oh, right, sure. Because lots of humans can take on four vampires and win and feel like a block of steel when you try to push them around."
He shrugs at me.
"Just because I'm normal doesn't mean my life is."
Great... you know, hitting this guy suddenly seems too small a punishment and I'm not sure that I can do much else.
"You know what? Fine, just... stay the hell out of my way and let me clean up the mess you made."
I turn away from him and start walking to get as far away from the moron as possible.
"We could always work together on this."
"How about not?"
Instead of letting the freak of nature keep talking, I just walk away, not looking back.
He's gotta be the dumbest guy I've ever met.
End of Chapter 7
