Of Pie and Interruptions

Chapter 14

Willow Rosenberg, once a companion of the Slayer, a witch of incredible powers in her own right, dark and dangerous powers. The Hell mouth was gone now, most of her friends dead and gone. Her girlfriend Kennedy had betrayed her. She had found the girl in bed with not just one, but several men. When she had met her girlfriends eyes, there had been no sorry, no remorse. Just a shrug, like what did you expect me to do. I am the slayer after all!

Like slayer was another word for skank or cheating whorebag. Willow hated slayers now, and hated how she felt as well. The crushing guilt for having not been there when Buffy had needed her. She'd been crying into her Ben and Jerry's while her friends had been dying, and she hadn't know. She couldn't stop seeing their faces when she closed her eyes even now years later.

Attachments were a liability to her now, she couldn't allow herself to care for anyone else again. Now Willow just travelled the country side hunting, killing, and moving on. A few nights in Delaware, then Indiana State, anywhere she was needed bar Cleveland. She would never go back to Cleveland, and the new Watchers Council, and what was left of her circle of friends. She would never see any of then again, too many bad memories.

Willow busted into a new town, she didn't even look at the name, what was the point? She'd be gone in a couple of days again. She was following a vampire nest across the states. She'd killed three a few days ago, four had escaped her to meet back up with the main coven. They were in this town she was sure of it, she would make them pay for her lost friends.

She parked her bike at the motel, paying for a small shady room where she humped her saddlebags and weapons into. Her leather bomber jacket was stuff with stakes, silver and holy water. She hung her silver and black cross around her neck, ready for anything. Vampires were Willow's bread and butter hunt. She'd been hunting them for 15 years now or something like that she'd lost track.

Dusk was rolling in fast, the hunt would soon be on. The thought of battle excited her, it was all the pleasure she allowed herself. The thrill of the hunt, the burst of energy just before the kill, the anger and vengeance for her friends keeping her strong.

The local bar and steak house just across the road from her, a perfect place for seedy vampire relations. Willow crossed over the threshold and ordered a beer. Waiting for one of the undead freaks to make itself known to her. Then she would slaughter it, and all of its family. Maybe a little torture as well, just for kicks.

Willow sat at the bar eating snacks, she saw two men walk in together. Gay or straight? She wondered briefly. They were laughing and joking, ordering pie, burgers and beer. Not a care in the world, or so it seemed to her. The younger one was fine, even her gay ass had to admit. She stared at his shirt guessing about the six pack that had to lie underneath it.

Both of them moved like they knew what they were doing, she noticed a knife on one and a gun on the other. They certainly weren't vampires, not with that fire power, or with the way they were both tucking into those burgers and beer. The pair could certainly drink, she had to give them that. She smiled faintly, wishing for a moment that she still had someone she was still that close to.

Willow sighed and took another drag at her beer bottle. She noticed a disturbance on the other side of the bar. A young fang was getting rowdy with a young girl. New-borns, she sighed. Clearly the nest was trying to rebuild what they had lost. She pulled a stake from her pocket, paling it as she moved over towards the newbie. She grabbed him by the collar, the bar was busy enough that she wasn't noticed straight away. "I'd come quietly if I were you." She whispered in its ear.

Next thing she knew, the vampire had thrown her into the middle of the table the guys were eating at, scattering pie and beer bottles.

"Dude that's my freaking pie!" the older man complained.

"Are you okay miss?" the younger one asked.

"Sorry for the mess, here go buy yourself another round and some more pie." She dropped some notes on the table, and pushed herself off, back chasing towards the vampire, who had now ducked into the alleyway behind the bar.

"What was that all about?" Dean asked.

Sam held up the wooden stake that she had dropped, "She's a hunter."

Dean sighed looking at his crushed piece of pie, thinking about ordering another slice.

"Dean, we gotta go help her, what if there are other vampires?" Sam exclaimed.

"Geeze Sammie, crushing on the red head! You only saw her for a second." Dean remarked, picking up the wedge of cash she'd left.

"Shut it you!" Sam retorted, following the girl out of the door.

Dean smirked, "This could be interesting."

The found the red haired huntress, not far away, beating the hell out of a full fanged vampire. Banging its head against a dustbin. She was bleeding from a cut on her cheek, but the vampire looked much worse for wear. The girl lunged with her stake, only just missing the heart as the vampire rolled away from her, kicking her legs out from under her.

"Still think she needs help?" Dean asked.

Sam stood and watched as the girl spun on her heel, grabbed the vampires ankle, dragged it down and staked it clean and fast. The body exploded into dust she spat out, coughing. Willow jumped to her feet and wiped the blood from her face. "Enjoying the show boys?" she asked.

"Are you the slayer?" Sam asked.

Dean looked blankly, "Slayer? Sounds like a bad 80's band member!"

"You know the curse, one girl in the world chosen to fight the vampires. It's in Dad's journal, but he thought it was a myth." Sam answered.

She shook her head, "Knew a few slayers in my time, watched all of them die or worse. Name's Willow, grew up on the mouth of hell. You are?"

"Hell mouths are real?" Sam infused.

"Not so much fun when you are living in one. Cira 2003 Sunnydale CA, now it's Cleveland." She eyed them up and down, "Hunters?" she asked.

"Third generation!" Dean said proudly.

"Your funeral." Willow shrugged it off.

"I'm Sam, this is Dean my brother." Sam said, a little embarrassed that his brother wasn't being friendlier towards her.

The blood was dripping down the girl's face still, she wiped it again annoyed. "Well, be seeing you around then, you better not get in my way too much. I have a nest to clear out, and I don't need any dead weight."

"There's a vamp nest here?" Dean asked, "How did we not know?"

"I assume you were too wrapped up in your pie to notice. Shouldn't you be getting back to it before it gets lonely." She asked scathingly.

"Now hang on a minute, you don't know us and you are judging!" Dean exclaimed, "I should teach a young thing like you some manners!"

Willow squared up to him, "An old man like you should be able to walk into that bar and know if there is a vampire inside. You should always be looking for a monster where ever you are! Mistakes like that cost lives!"

"You hang on a minute! I have one night off in my whole life and some slayer wanna be decides to trash me for it." Dean exclaimed.

"Guys enough, let's all just calm down a little." Sam suggested.

Willow suddenly glanced behind her. "You two had better be armed and more dangerous then you look." She commented dryly.

Seconds later they were swarmed by vampires. Sam pulled out the stake he had dropped in the bar. She threw the one she was holding to Dean, before dashing a nearby vampire with holy water. Willow shrugged her arms and two stakes flew into her hands from the holsters on her arms.

Dean and Sam tried to hold their own against the flood of the undead, four a piece was far more than they were used to and in a small space they were struggling. Sam cried in pain as a vampire bit down on his shoulder. Willow whirled around to him, staking his attacker. She went back to back with the young man to keep him alive. She could feel the warmth from his body soaking through her jacket. Sam pushed her to the side and staked a vampire who had nearly gotten the better of her moment of distraction as they touched.

All three of them were working flat out, but the swarm didn't seem to be getting any less no matter how many they killed. A tall vampire appeared out of the mass and addressed Willow. "Feel the full force of our coven little girl. Did you really think that we would stand for your murdering of my brother?" he intoned.

"You brother killed my best friend, and put two others in the hospital. Do you think I care about your brother?" she snapped.

"You will die for this huntress, as will your friends as all three of you face my wrath!" it replied.

"All talk and no action, any more of your coven skulking around elsewhere we are waiting on or can we start this party?" she asked.

"We are all here to see suffer!" it answered, "And suffer you will!"

Willow smiled her cheeky smile, "You wish bat breath!". She flicked a lighter from her pocket and lit it. "Get your brother down!" she warned Sam.

He feeling the crackle of energy coming off of her, obeyed quickly knocking Dean to the ground.

"You think you can face us with a stake and a lighter?" the vampire leader exclaimed.

"I think if you are going to kill someone, then do it, don't talk about it!" Willow answered back, "Infernio!"

The flame from the lighter became a fireball glowing and bright in the darkness. That fireball broke into a hundred other smaller fireballs. You could just see the "Oh Crap!" in the vampire's eyes as she sent her weapons after every last one of them. There was a massive explosion, and then everything was covered in the dusty remains of their bodies.

Dean and Sam made their way to their feet. "Now that was awesome!" Dean replied.

Sam was more nervous, the girl was losing a lot of blood from her face, and that kind of spell must have greatly weakened the caster. "Are you okay?" he asked.

Willow gave a sickly smile, "Five by five."

"What on earth does that mean?" Dean asked.

Willow thought about it a moment, "You know what, I have no idea." She staggered, "I think maybe I better sit down." Her eyes rolled back in her head, and her legs buckled.

Sam moving fast, caught her before she collapsed completely, scooping her into his arms. Brushing her hair back out of her eyes. His fingers tingling where he touched her skin.

"Sammie, you like her!"

"NO I don't!"

"Sam you are blushing, I can tell when you are lying"

"I'm not leaving her here, what if there are more vampires!" Sam answered gruffly.

"Of course not Romeo, you got the sweeping her off her feet part almost right. Now all you need is a white horse to complete the picture!" Dean commented. Secretly he was glad that Sam had a crush or at least just an interest in women again. Maybe it would distract him from the Lucifer shit, and jumping from high places!

"Dean Winchester, go fuck yourself!" Sam snapped, carefully tipping the girl onto the backseat of the impala.

"I thought I'd leave that to your beloved 'Willow'" his brother answered.

Receiving the middle finger from Sam.