Lily, the Vampire Slayer
A/N: Hi! Thanks to all the peeps who reviewed. And to answer the question of what an Athame is, it's sorta ceremonial knife. Black –handled ritual knife used by Wiccans, usually as a thing to which they can concentrate their powers on to strengthen spells they cast. It's basically a knife that's intricately designed. Like the one the Mayor gave Faith.
And there's a hint of Charmed in here. You don't need to know jack 'bout the show, though.
CHAPTER FOUR
A grotesque face stared back at her. An evil and inhumane face that was scrunched up in the most satanic way. Pasty white face and glittering fangs protruded from a widespread mouth. Glittering yellow eyes that stared back at her, trying to stare her down.
Something no one had ever succeeded in doing.
And a kind of defeat that would not start now.
"So, this is the Slayer that has been spoken of in all those legends and the one that has frightened all of my men," it spoke, mouth twisted into a feral smile, gold eyes glittering with malice.
"You betcha, bub," she answered with much disdain as her hand creeped up the back of her jeans and encircled around the stake that was hidden in the back pocket and hidden from plain view by the ribbed wool duster she wore for form and fashion.
It served its three purposes. One, it would hide her weapons. Two, it kept her warm. And three, it looked damn good on her.
She watched cautiously as the pack leader tilted his head towards his minions, which she took to mean as a somewhat unspoken order. She knew exactly what they were planning and her pale pink lips quirked up into an amused smile.
Vampires could be so predictable.
They encircled her, trying to block out any possible chances for her escape. There were about six of them, not including Mr. High-and-Mighty. He stood a bit apart from the group. Probably hoping for an easy retreat if and when their scheme didn't go as planned.
"What're you boys waiting for? Let's get it on," she licked her lips and whipped out the stake. She threw it at the vampire to her left and it, as expected, pierced the vamps' heart, leaving only a pile of dust in its place.
She pulled out another stake from her other pocket as she grinned in satisfaction as she heard the first stake clatter to the ground as a confirmation of the vampires' second death.
She proceeded towards the next vampire in line, a skinny, geeky, momma's boy type of person when he was alive. An easy target.
She grabbed its arm, twisted and ended up behind it, mush to his shock and leaving her with the upper hand. She rammed her knee into his back and heard his spine crack. She drew her hand back, prepared to dust him but felt a cold and clammy hand stop her.
She growled and roughly pulled her hand out of its grasp then proceeded to kick him in the gut. She dusted the geek vamp, turned to face the vamp who had unsuccessfully tried to sneak up on her.
"Oh, don't you know it's impolite to sneak up on people like that?" she taunted it.
It snarled then lunged at her. She sidestepped it and landed right smack into the other two vampires. The other two and Mr. Impolite were closing in.
She groaned then pulled out the axe she had slung over her back. In one fluid motion, she dropped to the ground and used the blunt edge of the axe to sweep two vamps off their feet, giving her some legroom.
She sprung up quickly before the other three could react and decapitated all three in one sweeping motion of her battle-axe.
She turned towards the two who were starting to get up from the ground.
"Who wants some?"
The taller of the two glared at her and proceeded to throw some punches while the other began to move away from their little fight scene. Lily blocked the pathetic punches. After giving the vamp some time to wear itself out, she grabbed one arm and threw him over her shoulder.
She bent down to stake it and turned in search of the other vampire.
"Chicken," she muttered, disgusted and was about to turn to run after it when the so-called leader, who stayed out of the entire fight, caught her attention.
She turned and tilted her head towards it, "Is that all ya got? You go throw your little lackeys at me and I dust all of 'em in less than five minutes and you watch me beat 'em up. So, let's get this over with and get it on."
"Naïve little Slayer," it smiled as it shook his head and returned to his former and human face. And a very beautiful human face it was. Its auburn tendrils stood up like it was gelled, deep blue eyes and a perfectly squared jaw, add the vampire charm factor and he would be irresistible. Too bad the person that owned the body died a long time ago.
Judging from the vamp's scent and posture, he was probably a hundred to a hundred fifty years old.
She walked up to it and snapped, "I'm so not naïve, asshole!"
"Beautiful," it examined her face. "But all Slayers are."
"Back off buddy. So not interested," she said testily, the stake she held splintered into two due to the pressure she had applied to her grip out of anger.
"I am here to give you a warning."
"So start talking 'fore I kick your ass from here to Australia."
The stake landed on the grass with a muffled thud and another appeared in the Slayer's hand.
"Beware of the wrath of Donn," he smiled at her and disappeared in a puff of smoke.
"That it!" She screamed at the empty space where the vamp had been. "God! Was that lame or what? Beware of Donn! Pathetic."
She started to head back towards the castle, making a mental note of the name Donn and the how the vampire vanished in a puff of smoke like a warlock, but abruptly stopped, remembering the stray vamp.
"Shit! This sucks!" she swore as she grabbed her bag, which she had hidden behind a tomb with an angel whose wings were spread wide and hands clasped together in mourning and prayer.
She ran towards the direction in which she saw the vamp take off and traced the vamp through its scent. She pushed away branch after branch and kicked rocks until she reached a clearing.
Before her stood a little village. White stoned one-floor houses with thatched roofs and colorful windows with wooden shutters and gardens out front and back surrounded by picket fences.
"Now, this is taking the American Dream too far. Where's the mom, dad, two and a half children and golden retriever?" she mused out loud.
She sniffed the air and followed her nose towards one of the houses on the left. She arrived just in time to see the vamp try to sneak up on a girl. Ten feet and counting. Lily had to do something.
"Hey, you!" The girl and vampire turned. "Yeah, you blondie! Watch out for the-"
The girl cut her off by holding out a hand and making a ball of fire appear. She then raised her hand and the ball of fire shot out of her hand and strike the vamp.
It screamed in agony then a skeletal form took its place then crumbled to dust.
"How the hell-" Lily stared at the girl in astonishment.
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"So, let me get this straight, you a witch?" Lily questioned the girl.
She was now in one of those little cottages, sitting in an antique looking chair in front of a scrubbed mahogany table and sipping a cup of chamomile tea.
Across from her sat the fireball-throwing girl. She had golden-brown hair that was as wavy as Lily's. She had a wide set of purple eyes and stood a bit taller than Lily. She gave off the impression of being a Gypsy because of what she wore.
A white peasant blouse that was attached to a flowing pale-blue skirt and a black cloth bustier which she left undone. (A/N: Think Cinderella's servant dress.) Her name was Samantha. Samantha Parker.
"We prefer to be called Wiccan," Samantha answered.
"Right, so your powers come from-?"
"It is in our blood."
"Okay, so you guys're way different from the magic used in that school, Hogwarts?"
"Yes, but Magick is Magick, no matter how it is called and used."
"Right, so you really good at getting rid've vamps."
"Yes, they have plagued this countryside since before I was conceived. It is good that you are now here, Slayer."
"How'd you know-?"
"It was prophesized and is a legend," she half-smiled.
"So, that your only power?" Lily asked as she took a sip of the tea. She never really liked tea, when Ernie made it, it'd already be about a day old since he was too lazy to get up and make a new batch to keep him up for research. "Hey, this stuff's real good!"
"Thank you," she smiled pleasantly.
"So, throwing fire's your only power or is there something else?"
"I have others."
"So what're they?"
She raised an eyebrow but started to spill the beans about her powers. "I can also stop time, levitate and heal other's wounds."
"So, ya don't need no wands?"
"No, it is not necessary for my people to use wands to activate their powers."
"Man, that is so cool. I mean a piece of wood's s'posed ta give you some power. I think that is just stupid. What if ya lose it or something stupid like that? What do ya do then?"
"There is always a reason for the paths that we have chosen and have been chosen for us. But in the end, it will lead us to our Destiny, Slayer," she said kindly.
"Yeah, mine's ta defeat a couple've unstoppable evils then croak, what's yours?" she said all too brightly.
"My Destiny is to be part of a cycle that will create the Saviors of the world."
"So, what your kids' kids gonna be these 'Saviors'?"
"Yes, it has been foretold."
"You really serious 'bout this whole Destiny thing, ain't ya?"
"Yes, I am."
"So, your job's t'get married and have kids or something, right?"
"You say it as if it were such a heinous circumstance," Samantha didn't sound offended at all, just interested in the way the Slayer's mind works. She seemed to love her Destiny yet think of it as a burden. How queer.
"Well, y'know women in the now are more accustomed to being independent and are getting jobs, y'know?"
"Your manner of speech is different from all others that I have heard," she laughed good-naturedly.
"Hey, you sound like you from the seventeen, eighteen hundreds," she said defensively.
"Yes, it is the manner of speech in which I have been taught, as yours, too, has been learned."
Lily snorted then glanced at her watch. Three in the a.m. "Shit, I better get going, got school today."
Samantha stood up and led her out the door. "Can you find your way back to your school?"
"Uh, probably, I guess," she shrugged nonchalantly.
"The forest moves," Samantha warned.
"Guess'll hafta risk it, right? Any chance of you havin' map on ya?"
Samantha chuckled. "Give me your hand."
"Right, like that'll solve anything."
But she complied anyway.
Then she gasped as blinding sparkly blue light and white orbs surrounded and encircled them. She heard a pleasant twinkling sound and the scenery then suddenly changed from the white wooden porch to a lake surrounded by trees.
Lily looked around and saw the castle.
"How in hell did you do that?" she asked, stunned.
"Another power that I posses."
"Well, that was awesome and thanks, I guess."
Samantha nodded and disappeared in a breathtaking show of lights, mostly blue and left Lily hearing the same amiable sound.
Right, now, back to the problem at hand. Homework, well, it wasn't exactly a problem since she didn't give damn about graduating. They could kick her out and she'd think of it as a favor. To both her and the school. But the main issue was how she could sneak back into the castle undetected.
Shit.
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It was Saturday.
And Lily Evans was stuck indoors in a stuffy classroom with a teacher shooting daggers straight at her.
She was in detention and the teacher was McGonagall.
So she made a miscalculation and instead of climbing into the Gryffindor Common Room, she landed right smack on the old hag's bed. And unfortunately, the old hag was a light sleeper and after shrieking bloody murder, gave Lily two months' detention.
Just her luck.
She was supposed to meet with a Watcher in oh, thirty minutes and instead of waiting at the appointed restaurant, she was stuck in detention with Lurch as a baby-sitter.
Life couldn't get any better than this.
She directed her unfocused gaze on the window and stared at images that only she could see. Her parents, Petunia and of course, her six year old likeness playing basketball in the backyard of the house she had once inhabited.
She shook the memories out of her head and to take her mind away from the memories and over-whelming emotions that threatened to over flood her, she checked her watch. Twenty minutes and counting.
She groaned and then, on a whim, she stood up and walked over to Lurch.
"Hey, prof!"
The intensity of the glare increased to volcanic proportions. "Sit down, Miss Evans."
Time to resort to old tactics. "But I need to use the bathroom!"
"I know very well for a fact that you do not need to use the loo!"
Didn't work then, won't work now. But it was worth a shot. Can't blame a girl for trying.
"But I need to go and meet my dentist!"
"No, you do not!"
"Fine! Have it your way then!"
And with super human speed, she bolted for the door and threw it open. She planted her foot on the ledge, prepared to jump but-
"Miss Evans!"
The door flew shut and McGonagall stood behind her, wand out and face a mixture of anger and confusion.
"What?"
"What do you think you were doing?!"
"Fine! I'll take my seat!"
She walked up to the desk that she had just vacated then when she was sure Lurch had left the window's proximity, grabbed the seat and threw it at the window.
She ran towards it and jumped out. Fourth floor and counting.
She landed on her back and looked up to see an astonished McGonagall stare down at her.
Being the person she was, she stood up, saluted the Professor and bolted for Hogsmeade.
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The door of the Three Broomsticks opened and in walked a little red head girl. She scanned the room and spotted the thing she was looking for.
She walked up to the table and sat down.
"Hey," she greeted the tall, distinguished and tweeded man that sat across her, a Watcher for sure. "You from the Society?"
The man bristled. "Yes, and you must be the Slayer."
"Yep, that's me. I'm Lily."
"Quesnel, Andrew Quesnel."
"Right, so I just blab out all the info I got?"
"Yes."
"Right, so I was out Slaying Thursday night and these vamps attacked me and their leader guy was all 'Beware the wrath of Donn' and like I gotta ask ya, who's Donn?"
"Donn," the Watcher guy got a faraway look in his eyes, like he was recalling something. "Ancient Celtic God of death."
"Right, so, that all ya-"
She stopped when she saw three people walk in.
Namely, Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall and the giant gameskeeper.
She quickly ducked under the table and groaned when she heard them ask a waitress about the whereabouts of a young girl with red-hair. Fuck.
"Slayer, what are you doing?" Quesnel asked as he peered at her.
"Look up and if anyone asks 'bout me, tell 'em you know jack," she whispered.
"Why?"
"Just do it!" she muttered behind clenched teeth as she heard three sets of footsteps. Two light and one heavy.
"Excuse me, sir but have you seen a young red-haired girl pass by?"
Dumbledore.
Yikes! Even the principal was out looking for her.
"I'm sorry," she heard Quesnel reply. "I haven't but, if I may, ask why you are in search of her?"
"She has broken numerous school rules and has left Hogwarts' grounds. It is unwise for her to de out here."
"Oh, my, that is serious."
"Yes, thank you for your time."
"Thank you for yours."
When Dumbledore didn't reply, she took it to mean that they had left and let out a breath that she had unconsciously held back.
Then she felt a large hand grab her from behind.
Man, her senses hadn't even warned her about this!
The giant held her at shoulder-length level and followed the Professors as they walked out the door.
"Hey!" she shouted as she struggled in the big man's grasp and turned to stare at the Watcher as he dropped some coins onto the table and shouted protests against them taking Lily, all the while running, well, stumbling, after them.
Once they were out of the restaurant or something, she turned and aimed a forty-five at the big man's torso. He let out a big oof! and Lily took that opportunity to slide out of his grasp.
Then she grabbed his hand and threw him behind her back.
"Slayer! Stop!"
"What?" she turned around, annoyed at the Watcher.
"That has explained everything," Dumbledore chuckled.
"What?" Lily repeated.
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A/N: Okay, did that suck, or what? I wanted to get this chapter out earlier but the world was against me! I ran out of internet time, my cousins came over and raided my computer and I was once again hit by the urge to continue my once discarded r/hr fic. That'll be out in the next week.
Anyway, how'd you guys like Samantha? I need to hear your comments about her. She's by far one of my favorite creations.
To explain the way she talks, she was protected from the civilized world. To protect and preserve her people's culture. That entire village is a coven. Her descendants are supposed to be the Charmed Ones. Please Review. Thanks.