Bittersweet Memories
The rain fell in a steady downpour, it was cold and clammy. It touched her skin like fingers of a dead thing. She moved through the night, her head up and alert. Her hair plastered to her head as she walked. Her coat pulled tight around her, but the rain ran down the back of her neck, and down her spine. She was searching the night, for her prey,the undead, the vampire. Perhaps even a demon.
Eyes followed her movements in the night. They could see the colors of her clothing, and her fair hair, even in the dark as though it were day. The watcher, watched and knew he could destroy her in a few minutes, as he had the other two slayers he had slain. But he would not harm this one. For she was the one who held his heart, though it lay unbeating, it still was filled with love for her... for his slayer. The rain did not affect him, as he didn't pay much attention to it, but used his heightened senses to search out his fellow vamps. He put his hand in his slickers' pocket, and felt the stake there. He moved out, following, he guarded her back.
Buffy moved between two headstones, and a cript. Out sprang a tall, medium built dark haired vamp. He bared his fangs at her, and reached out. She reacted immediately, and kicked out at him, her foot impacting against his chin. He bit into his own lip, and yeaped. He reached out and grabbed her arm. She used his own momentium to toss him to the ground. She moved swiftly and brought the stake down and into his chest. The vamp burst into dust, flying up and getting into her hair. She simply shook her hair. Thinking.... I got to go... wash that vamp right out of my hair.
She moved on, and found three more coming at her. The ground was slippery. She moved quickly, and her foot slipped. She fell, and in that moment, one of the vampires, grabbed her, and shoved her head aside, as he sat on her. His mouth opened and his teeth bared, he moved over towards her neck. One of the others, had grabbed her arm, and was set to sink his teeth into it. When a blurry figure came at them. He grabbed the one on Buffy, and threw him more than five feet away. The vamp landed on a tombstone, and it cracked and fell. He got up, snarling at Spike. "What is wrong with you... William the bloody? You aren't the slayer."
Spike just shook his head, and grabbed the vampire by it's throat as it lunged at him. "No, but I am on her side." He drove the stake deep through the bones of the chest and through the heart. Turning as the ash flew, he moved with the swiftness of the vampire, he grabbed another one. Buffy looked up and saw red glowing eyes upon her. It was seven feet in the air. She could smell sulfer in the air. A demon. She heard the footsteps as it came closer. She drew herself up, ready for it. It stepped up all seven feet. It was heavy built, hair like a bear, a nose like a pig, it had hooves instead of feet. A long tail. It's stomach looked as though it had eatten several people already. It opened it's mouth, and showed snow white pointed razor sharp teeth.
"Well slayer, we met. For the first and last time. I shall enjoy killing and eating you." He reached out a hand, and the very earth moved. The briars and the the vines came to life. Reaching for her. They wrapped around her legs, cutting into them. Buffy felt a scream building up inside of her, as she pulled at her legs.Feeling the thorns digging deep into her flesh. She could feel the vines going up her body, until they had her arms bound to her sides. Then around her neck. It began to squeeze. She felt her breath being shut off. The demon stood smiling. Spike who had finished off the vampire, turned. He took it all in. He moved fast towards her and the demon. He struck the demon with the shovel he found nearby. Cutting into the hide of the demon. Black blood flew, he struck again, and then again. The demon turned to him, it's eyes sent shivers down Spikes' neck. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Buffy, knew she had little time left to her. He had to save her, he would. No matter what.
