Made to Fight, Born to Slay: Chapter 2
'A Dream is Not a Wish Your Heart Makes'
Spoilers: I suppose I should add "Bag'em" and "Proof of Purchase."
But Alec doesn't make a deal with White, and Logan never found the Manticore doctor.
Setting: The night after Chapter 1
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Max rode around Seattle for what felt like ages, but was probably only an hour or two. She was sitting at stoplight, revving her Ninja, waiting for it to change, probably thinking more than she should. She was thinking of a dream that she just had, which is what caused her to be riding around at such an ungodly hour.
All she saw in her dream were flashes of people's (or so she thought) faces. There was something wrong with them, though. Their eyes had an odd, yellow-ish tint and their eyes were sunken into the foreheads. They had strange teeth, almost fangs, like Joshua. It was like she was standing in the middle of a circle, spinning, and they just kept whizzing around her. The spinning got faster and faster, and Max tried to yell, but to no avail.
There was something about the dream, though, that felt almost real. Max tried to shake the thought. The people must've been some kind of transgenics, she thought to herself.
Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the sound of screaming coming from the street to her right.
"LET ME GO! PLEASE!" She heard some woman yell.
Max turned the corner on another badly lit street /aren't they all? / and found a woman being pressed up against the side of building by a larger, over-powering man. When he heard her motorcycle engine he immediately turned around.
It was one of the peopleāor things, from her dream. She gave it a swift roundhouse kick with her left leg, causing him to fall back, away from the woman. She took off, running as fast as her heels would let her. Max thought she looked like a hooker, but that didn't matter.
After he got over the shock of being kicked and regrouping, he tried to attack Max. He stuck out his right fist in an attempt to punch her in the face, but Max grabbed his arm and used it to flip him over top of her.
She turned her around to face his back and scanned the back of his neck for a barcode.
/If it isn't another transgenic, what is it? It doesn't seem to have any metal implants or anything. I don't want to hurt him-I want to know what he is. But if it's a fight he wants, it's a fight he's gonna get. /
He soon spun around and tried to kick her legs out from under her, to which Max promptly jumped in the air. When she landed, she landed to good kicks in his chest, and he fell to the ground. A startled look came from his eyes.
"You--- You're a----a--- slayer." He said as he quickly backed away from Max.
"Sorry, think you've got the wrong girl." As Max spoke, it was already running down the street, away from Max.
/What the hell was that? And what the hell is a Slayer? /
Max got back on her bike and rode towards what she hoped to be her answers.
/Logan will probably be up now, anyway. Up with Asha, working for her little group or radicals. They seem to be spending lots of nights together. /
As Max rode out of view, Fallon and Angel stepped out of the shadows.
"See Angel, aren't you glad she came?" he said, almost in an 'I told you so' tone.
"Yeah, she fought well, but why didn't she stake him?"
"Because she didn't know what it was. She fought something that she didn't know."
"She doesn't know that she's the Slayer yet?"
"No, she doesn't. She's a harder person to talk with than you. But she'll know, soon enough." Always illusive. He could dangle crumbs of information, but never tell you the whole story. It was up to you to handle the rest.
"So you want me to help her." It was half question, half statement.
He was finally coming around, willing to go back to fighting for the good team again.
"That's pretty much the gist of it."
"So how am I supposed to find her again?"
/So I really am going to do this again. Go and help the Slayer, fight for the Powers that be. It seems that they at least have a niche cut out for me. 'The one who fights with the Slayer.' But I'm not going to fall in love with this one. I'm not going to fall in love again. /
"Don't worry about it. You'll find each other." Those were Fallon's parting words. He turned and walked away, leaving Angel alone. He had been alone a lot in the past years, but now he had a purpose. He had no idea, though, what his new purpose would bring for him.
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"Ma'am, there's a problem." The vampire that had run away from Max was now in his lair, the basement of an old, abandoned factory.
"What is it?" A tall woman with short, sandy blonde hair, icy blue eyes, and an all-leather outfit on gave him a quizzical look.
"There's a new Slayer."
"Oh.. well then, she will just have to be dealt with, appropriately. Are you sure she's the Slayer? Last I heard, the Slayer was locked away in England. Had been for over twenty years.
"Yes Ma'am. She fought well, better than any normal human could."
"Well, her appearance won't change things. We've done it once, and we can do it again, with or without a Slayer." She seemed determined not to let the appearance of a new Slayer hinder her plans. No, they would go as scheduled.
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A/N: I am so hoping I got this right. :-\
If like what you've read, I can email you when it's updated (I saw someone else do this w/their fic and it's a good idea.). angel_chic101@hotmail.com or sleep_rox@email.com
My fanfic site: http://expage.com/page/baff
'A Dream is Not a Wish Your Heart Makes'
Spoilers: I suppose I should add "Bag'em" and "Proof of Purchase."
But Alec doesn't make a deal with White, and Logan never found the Manticore doctor.
Setting: The night after Chapter 1
____________________________________________________________________________ _________
Max rode around Seattle for what felt like ages, but was probably only an hour or two. She was sitting at stoplight, revving her Ninja, waiting for it to change, probably thinking more than she should. She was thinking of a dream that she just had, which is what caused her to be riding around at such an ungodly hour.
All she saw in her dream were flashes of people's (or so she thought) faces. There was something wrong with them, though. Their eyes had an odd, yellow-ish tint and their eyes were sunken into the foreheads. They had strange teeth, almost fangs, like Joshua. It was like she was standing in the middle of a circle, spinning, and they just kept whizzing around her. The spinning got faster and faster, and Max tried to yell, but to no avail.
There was something about the dream, though, that felt almost real. Max tried to shake the thought. The people must've been some kind of transgenics, she thought to herself.
Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the sound of screaming coming from the street to her right.
"LET ME GO! PLEASE!" She heard some woman yell.
Max turned the corner on another badly lit street /aren't they all? / and found a woman being pressed up against the side of building by a larger, over-powering man. When he heard her motorcycle engine he immediately turned around.
It was one of the peopleāor things, from her dream. She gave it a swift roundhouse kick with her left leg, causing him to fall back, away from the woman. She took off, running as fast as her heels would let her. Max thought she looked like a hooker, but that didn't matter.
After he got over the shock of being kicked and regrouping, he tried to attack Max. He stuck out his right fist in an attempt to punch her in the face, but Max grabbed his arm and used it to flip him over top of her.
She turned her around to face his back and scanned the back of his neck for a barcode.
/If it isn't another transgenic, what is it? It doesn't seem to have any metal implants or anything. I don't want to hurt him-I want to know what he is. But if it's a fight he wants, it's a fight he's gonna get. /
He soon spun around and tried to kick her legs out from under her, to which Max promptly jumped in the air. When she landed, she landed to good kicks in his chest, and he fell to the ground. A startled look came from his eyes.
"You--- You're a----a--- slayer." He said as he quickly backed away from Max.
"Sorry, think you've got the wrong girl." As Max spoke, it was already running down the street, away from Max.
/What the hell was that? And what the hell is a Slayer? /
Max got back on her bike and rode towards what she hoped to be her answers.
/Logan will probably be up now, anyway. Up with Asha, working for her little group or radicals. They seem to be spending lots of nights together. /
As Max rode out of view, Fallon and Angel stepped out of the shadows.
"See Angel, aren't you glad she came?" he said, almost in an 'I told you so' tone.
"Yeah, she fought well, but why didn't she stake him?"
"Because she didn't know what it was. She fought something that she didn't know."
"She doesn't know that she's the Slayer yet?"
"No, she doesn't. She's a harder person to talk with than you. But she'll know, soon enough." Always illusive. He could dangle crumbs of information, but never tell you the whole story. It was up to you to handle the rest.
"So you want me to help her." It was half question, half statement.
He was finally coming around, willing to go back to fighting for the good team again.
"That's pretty much the gist of it."
"So how am I supposed to find her again?"
/So I really am going to do this again. Go and help the Slayer, fight for the Powers that be. It seems that they at least have a niche cut out for me. 'The one who fights with the Slayer.' But I'm not going to fall in love with this one. I'm not going to fall in love again. /
"Don't worry about it. You'll find each other." Those were Fallon's parting words. He turned and walked away, leaving Angel alone. He had been alone a lot in the past years, but now he had a purpose. He had no idea, though, what his new purpose would bring for him.
**************************************************************
"Ma'am, there's a problem." The vampire that had run away from Max was now in his lair, the basement of an old, abandoned factory.
"What is it?" A tall woman with short, sandy blonde hair, icy blue eyes, and an all-leather outfit on gave him a quizzical look.
"There's a new Slayer."
"Oh.. well then, she will just have to be dealt with, appropriately. Are you sure she's the Slayer? Last I heard, the Slayer was locked away in England. Had been for over twenty years.
"Yes Ma'am. She fought well, better than any normal human could."
"Well, her appearance won't change things. We've done it once, and we can do it again, with or without a Slayer." She seemed determined not to let the appearance of a new Slayer hinder her plans. No, they would go as scheduled.
_________________________________________________________________
A/N: I am so hoping I got this right. :-\
If like what you've read, I can email you when it's updated (I saw someone else do this w/their fic and it's a good idea.). angel_chic101@hotmail.com or sleep_rox@email.com
My fanfic site: http://expage.com/page/baff
