1 Lily, the Vampire Slayer
Author's Note: I'm getting these out as quickly as possible. I have this whole other sequel planned for this. So, here goes. And if anyone has any ideas as to what to name that cute vamp that Lily met in Chapter Four, please, please, please! Can you share them? All you have to do is leave it in a review! I promise to acknowledge you! Please! Anyone?
1.1 Chapter Six
It had been three months since she last had that dream, three months since she had promised herself to find the God of Death, Donn. Three whole months since she had met that prick of a Watcher, Quesnel. And three months since she had first met Donn's messenger, whoever that vamp was.
Sure, there were the occasional fights wherein, before turning to dust, the vamp would give her another admonition about Donn.
She took this demon seriously than all the others that she had dealt with in the past. This Donn seemed to know of all her emotions and thoughts and would occasionally visit her dreams and haunt her, and she had talked to Quesnel about it.
And she usually got nothing from him. To him, she was just a warrior, some unfeeling and unthinking being that he could boss around.
Once, when she had tried to confide in him, hoping he could be another Ernie, he had let his caring act slip and told her to forget about it and that Slayers weren't supposed to feel.
She was shocked and punched him. Sure, he went into a comma for about five days, but she didn't care.
So, she took to writing to Ernie.
She knew that she wouldn't get an immediate reply but his advice was better than Quesnel's. Too bad he knew about her bad grades and attitude problem towards the teachers.
So, he was coming to visit this Saturday. It was supposed to be this school outing thing, Hogsmeade weekend or something. Who cares? Yay! Two more days.
He might scold her or something, but…, small price to pay to see him again.
The thought brought a smile to her face as she kicked one female vamp in the stomach. She grabbed his arm and head- butted the other sneaky male vamp that tried to choke her, knowing that the guy would land ten feet behind her. She twisted the female's arm and grinned in satisfaction as she heard a few bones snap. She quickly staked the vamp and turned to face the other.
She heard the stake clatter to the ground behind her and she quickly searched her pockets for another. No such luck.
"Don't ya know that it ain't polite t'attack someone from behind?" she stalled, quickly grabbing the crossbow whish she had strapped on her back with one hand and seizing a bolt with the other. "Much less if that someone's a lady?"
The male vamp growled and ran, quickly closing the gap between them. She couldn't load the weapon in time. The vamp tackled her, with him on top and her below.
"Why, we haven' even behn prohpehrly intahduced!" she mocked in a fake Southern drawl, drawing her legs up to her chest and kicking the vamp on the jaw, causing him to land behind her on his back.
She quickly grabbed a bolt from the ground and attempted to stake him. He grabbed her right arm and squeezed hard. She grunted in pain and retaliated by bringing her left hand, balled into a fist, crashing into his schnozz.
It howled and she saw her chance, she quickly punctured his heart and watched as he gasped before turning into a pile of dust.
She stood up and brushed ashes and snow off of her dark blue tank top. She checked her jacket and growled, seeing a slight rip at the sleeve.
Third one this month.
"You vamps are just so inconsiderate. Did you know how many times I had to sew the tears on the jackets you guys rip?" she vented, looking around the cemetery.
Finding nobody and nothing there that she could lash out on, she walked through the wrought iron gates but not before scoffing, "Oh, so now you wanna hide. Scared of a pissed off Slayer, aren't ya? Buncha useless bloodsuckers."
She left the graveyard and stared up into the sky. The moon had once again come to a full, illuminating the sky so brightly that it rendered it starless. She stared at the snow around her, feeling a sense of anxiety and foreboding, for the immaculate frost reminded her so much of her dark premonitions.
"Okay, focus, Evans," she gave herself a pep talk, knowing she was gonna go into shock and replay those memories. "It's just snow. Frozen white water. Focus. Look for vamps. Yes, vampires. Y'know, since you are the Vampire Slayer, after all. Look in town. Look for some undead beings in town. Right, go! Do something."
She willed her feet to move towards the town, acting on pure reflex, since the cemetery was perched on a hill a few blocks out of town. Then it hit her, she was talking to herself.
"God, Ernie was right, I really need a psychiatrist."
She walked past the Three Broomsticks and walked around the slumbering town. She stopped in front a broken down mansion, which she heard some students call the Shrieking Shack.
She now knew why.
She heard some strange noises emanate from the dilapidated house. And howls. Then a bark. Strange. A dog in a haunted house? Something fishy was going on in there.
She walked up the stone footpath leading up to the spooky manor, cautiously peering about, trying to descry if anything was hiding behind the overgrown shrubbery surrounding the footpath.
She turned around, feeling her senses kick in and the hairs on her back stand. When she saw no one, she continued her trek towards the front porch, squinting a bit, noticing something moving near the door.
She quickly closed the gap between her and the steps leading to the door and witnessed the form move once again. She frowned and did the only thing a Slayer would do; she leaped up the steps, shot out her hand and grabbed the figure by the throat.
She brought the now rendered helpless figure to the door, the person's head near the old fashioned brass knocker, bringing her out from the dark corner of the porch and into the beaming light of the full moon. The person didn't struggle and Lily realized that the figure was Samantha.
"Oops!" she grinned sheepishly as she let go of Samantha's neck.
Samantha nodded calmly, a surprising course of action for her to take, since after being taken through that rough treatment, most people would glare at her and scream angrily.
"It is quite alright."
"Right," she was a bit relieved then gazed at the Wiccan suspiciously. "Wait! Whatchoo doin' here anyway?"
"Do you not know?" she studied Lily's face closely, searching for something, when she either found it or gave up, she ventured forth. "There is a werewolf within these boundaries."
"So, you gonna kill him?" she asked sedately, leaning on the wooden banister and observing the porch's roof, then as if remembering something she quickly fixed her eyes on Samantha's face, hearing no reply to her earlier jibe. "You're not exactly gonna kill 'im, are ya? 'Cause it ain't his fault that he be a werewolf."
She looked into Samantha's strange purple irises, almost pleading the blonde to say otherwise, when she didn't get a response she groaned.
"Ya really don' wanna kill 'im. I mean he's a good person and really, you can't-"
Samantha smiled. "Really, Slayer. I do not intend to rid this being of its life. I am here due to my coven's fear that there may be a slight possibility of its getting out of hand and escaping its confines."
"So, what you gonna do if he does go berserk?"
"Why do you insist that this wolf is a he?" she countered.
"'Cause, well, I guess I met him. And well, yeah, y'know. Feel bad about killin' someone I met."
Samantha raised an eyebrow.
"Well," she further explained. "He's really nice. His friends suck, but he's the only person in school that don't get on my nerves. And I kinda sympathize him. So,…"
Samantha nodded. "To alleviate you of your burden which is your concern, I am here to tame the beast if he does escape."
"Oh, that's a huge relief."
"I thought that it would be," Samantha leaned back on the door, then abruptly tilted forward.
A clamorous sound of wood coming into contact with bone was heard and a deafening noise of wood being broken came from the door.
"Crap!" she cursed, lightly pounding the railing with her fists. "He's busting out."
Samantha stared at the door for a second before saying something. "The barrier which separates us from the creature within; Strengthen yourself from the threat; The beast you shall block; Do as I command when I knock."
Lily stared at her as if she was some psycho-loony come straight from the mental hospital when she realized Samantha was chanting. She watched as the other girl knocked on the door and bright blue light surrounded it before dissolving into the wood.
The oaken door glowed for a second then stopped. Lily curiously stepped up to it and gave Samantha a look. She nodded and Lily shrugged, aiming a kick at the door. The ancient-looking wood didn't crack under the force of the attack and Lily grinned, amused.
"That sure is hell strong," she commented.
Samantha nodded.
"So, all you do is say some mumbo-jumbo and stuff happens?"
"Not quite."
"So, you need to have it in your blood, like my kind."
"Yes, I am a descendant of thousands of generations of Wiccans. Due to this, casting spells are easier for me. You see, my descendants are to be the powerful Charmed Ones. Three sister Wiccans, the most powerful witches in the world who will be born into a world that will be in great need of good.
"Because they are supposed to be powerful, the powers in their line and blood will have to be prepared, developed. Power that grows stronger by each generation. Most Wiccans in my coven, their spells do not work as quickly as mine."
"That's bitchin'," she said, awed.
"I will consider that as a compliment."
"Yeah, ya should. Hey," Lily realized something. "Is it just me or do werewolves sound like dogs?"
"There are other animals inside this establishment. Two others, as I have observed. They seem to tame him."
"Weird," Lily muttered, jumping off the railing and landing on the ground below. She peered through a dusty window and tried to make out the figures inside. She wiped off some dust with the sleeve of her jacket.
"Yep, two other animals," she confirmed, turning to face Samantha, who had appeared beside her.
"Slayer…" Samantha eyes went wide and she lifted both of her arms.
"Whatchoo-?" she began to ask as she went to face the window once more. "Holy shit," was all she could say as she finally noticed the werewolf, paused in mid-leap, just facing her on the other side of the window.
She took in his gold-flecked brown eyes and even though she knew who he was, his eyes confirmed it. This was Remus.
Samantha cautiously placed her fingertips on the glass and ran her hands across the glass, below the unblinking eyes, as if wanting to touch him.
"He has beautiful eyes, strange but beautiful," she noted, mesmerized. She stared deeply into those frozen irises and mumbled. "So much pain and torment. Inner struggles and the feeling of inacceptance. His battle between his instinct and his humanity. Hopelessness. He feels inadequate. Never knowing if he is man or beast. Always fearing that the ferocious creature inside him might break free."
"He really thinks that?"
"No," she answered, her eyes never leaving the wolf's face, and not seeing the confused look the Slayer gave her. "It is what he feels. He is not quite aware of these feelings but he does fear for the safety of others and he does know that he fears dying alone. He is afraid of being lonely his entire existence."
"God, that is just,…sad," Lily sniffled, staring into the Remus' eyes. They seemed so human compared to his wolfish exterior. She tried to see what Samantha had just claimed to have seen, but she couldn't. "How could you tell?"
"Empathetic powers. I am an Empath."
"So, you can see what he's feeling?"
"No, I feel what he is feeling."
"Ouch. How does it feel?"
"It is different. I feel different emotions from different beings. From him, I feel unbearable pain, fear,…heartache and need of love. And from you, I feel loneliness and need of understanding and the need to let go of the past but never able to."
"That's private!" she said, defensively, hugging herself tightly, as if it would ward of Samantha's power.
"And fear of human contact, fear of…compassion," she stopped staring at Remus and folded her arms across her chest. "I am right, aren't I, Slayer?"
She said this with sadness evident in her eyes, Lily could see that, but not pity. It relieved her.
"If I let people in, that would endanger them, me being the Slayer and all," she confessed. "And I don't think I could take that risk."
"But they might be willing to take that risk."
"Yeah, right."
Samantha chuckled. "You will never know unless you try."
"I don't think I'm ready for that yet."
Samantha accepted that and turned back to face the werewolf. "What is his name?"
"Remus."
"That is ironic."
"Why?"
"In Roman Mythology, Remus and Romulus were the twin brothers who founded Rome. They were raised by wolves."
"Oh, so, how come the place wasn't named after Remus?"
"It was said that the brothers had a disagreement on how to share the land and Romulus killed Remus. But others believed that Remus disappeared, and had lived a happy life."
"I'll go and accept the latter, it's much better."
"Hmmm," she agreed, turning to face Remus.
"So, how do we stop him from jumping outta the window?"
Samantha muttered something under her breath and the wolf turned away from the window and continued its halted descent.
Lily smiled and peered inside the window. That's when she saw the big black dog and the large stag. Then, she saw something small scurry across the floor and she saw that it was a rat.
"Eeeeww!" she gagged. "This place is a dump!"
"Let us leave them be, Slayer." Samantha turned and walked towards the creaky old gates.
"Right," Lily turned to leave as well, but not before seeing a very familiar pair of brown eyes.
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Author's Note: This is the shortest chapter ever, I don't know why. Hope you liked this. And thanks to Princess Evil who told me about that PG-13 thing. Thanks (! And hi to Lestat (like your story and I promise I won't read anymore), Clarz, Mech, Chiquitta (love ya!), my brother (thanks for the insurmountable amount of support you gave me), and to Lestat's cousin David Talbot.(you must be crazy to think that she's nice!!!)
And to Milkyweed who keeps on R&Ring my story, no matter what.
And can anyone beta-read for me? I just read the other chapters and just had to stop since I couldn't stand looking at all my mistakes! If you can, please tell me. I'd really appreciate it since my spell-check can only do so much.
Author's Note: I'm getting these out as quickly as possible. I have this whole other sequel planned for this. So, here goes. And if anyone has any ideas as to what to name that cute vamp that Lily met in Chapter Four, please, please, please! Can you share them? All you have to do is leave it in a review! I promise to acknowledge you! Please! Anyone?
1.1 Chapter Six
It had been three months since she last had that dream, three months since she had promised herself to find the God of Death, Donn. Three whole months since she had met that prick of a Watcher, Quesnel. And three months since she had first met Donn's messenger, whoever that vamp was.
Sure, there were the occasional fights wherein, before turning to dust, the vamp would give her another admonition about Donn.
She took this demon seriously than all the others that she had dealt with in the past. This Donn seemed to know of all her emotions and thoughts and would occasionally visit her dreams and haunt her, and she had talked to Quesnel about it.
And she usually got nothing from him. To him, she was just a warrior, some unfeeling and unthinking being that he could boss around.
Once, when she had tried to confide in him, hoping he could be another Ernie, he had let his caring act slip and told her to forget about it and that Slayers weren't supposed to feel.
She was shocked and punched him. Sure, he went into a comma for about five days, but she didn't care.
So, she took to writing to Ernie.
She knew that she wouldn't get an immediate reply but his advice was better than Quesnel's. Too bad he knew about her bad grades and attitude problem towards the teachers.
So, he was coming to visit this Saturday. It was supposed to be this school outing thing, Hogsmeade weekend or something. Who cares? Yay! Two more days.
He might scold her or something, but…, small price to pay to see him again.
The thought brought a smile to her face as she kicked one female vamp in the stomach. She grabbed his arm and head- butted the other sneaky male vamp that tried to choke her, knowing that the guy would land ten feet behind her. She twisted the female's arm and grinned in satisfaction as she heard a few bones snap. She quickly staked the vamp and turned to face the other.
She heard the stake clatter to the ground behind her and she quickly searched her pockets for another. No such luck.
"Don't ya know that it ain't polite t'attack someone from behind?" she stalled, quickly grabbing the crossbow whish she had strapped on her back with one hand and seizing a bolt with the other. "Much less if that someone's a lady?"
The male vamp growled and ran, quickly closing the gap between them. She couldn't load the weapon in time. The vamp tackled her, with him on top and her below.
"Why, we haven' even behn prohpehrly intahduced!" she mocked in a fake Southern drawl, drawing her legs up to her chest and kicking the vamp on the jaw, causing him to land behind her on his back.
She quickly grabbed a bolt from the ground and attempted to stake him. He grabbed her right arm and squeezed hard. She grunted in pain and retaliated by bringing her left hand, balled into a fist, crashing into his schnozz.
It howled and she saw her chance, she quickly punctured his heart and watched as he gasped before turning into a pile of dust.
She stood up and brushed ashes and snow off of her dark blue tank top. She checked her jacket and growled, seeing a slight rip at the sleeve.
Third one this month.
"You vamps are just so inconsiderate. Did you know how many times I had to sew the tears on the jackets you guys rip?" she vented, looking around the cemetery.
Finding nobody and nothing there that she could lash out on, she walked through the wrought iron gates but not before scoffing, "Oh, so now you wanna hide. Scared of a pissed off Slayer, aren't ya? Buncha useless bloodsuckers."
She left the graveyard and stared up into the sky. The moon had once again come to a full, illuminating the sky so brightly that it rendered it starless. She stared at the snow around her, feeling a sense of anxiety and foreboding, for the immaculate frost reminded her so much of her dark premonitions.
"Okay, focus, Evans," she gave herself a pep talk, knowing she was gonna go into shock and replay those memories. "It's just snow. Frozen white water. Focus. Look for vamps. Yes, vampires. Y'know, since you are the Vampire Slayer, after all. Look in town. Look for some undead beings in town. Right, go! Do something."
She willed her feet to move towards the town, acting on pure reflex, since the cemetery was perched on a hill a few blocks out of town. Then it hit her, she was talking to herself.
"God, Ernie was right, I really need a psychiatrist."
She walked past the Three Broomsticks and walked around the slumbering town. She stopped in front a broken down mansion, which she heard some students call the Shrieking Shack.
She now knew why.
She heard some strange noises emanate from the dilapidated house. And howls. Then a bark. Strange. A dog in a haunted house? Something fishy was going on in there.
She walked up the stone footpath leading up to the spooky manor, cautiously peering about, trying to descry if anything was hiding behind the overgrown shrubbery surrounding the footpath.
She turned around, feeling her senses kick in and the hairs on her back stand. When she saw no one, she continued her trek towards the front porch, squinting a bit, noticing something moving near the door.
She quickly closed the gap between her and the steps leading to the door and witnessed the form move once again. She frowned and did the only thing a Slayer would do; she leaped up the steps, shot out her hand and grabbed the figure by the throat.
She brought the now rendered helpless figure to the door, the person's head near the old fashioned brass knocker, bringing her out from the dark corner of the porch and into the beaming light of the full moon. The person didn't struggle and Lily realized that the figure was Samantha.
"Oops!" she grinned sheepishly as she let go of Samantha's neck.
Samantha nodded calmly, a surprising course of action for her to take, since after being taken through that rough treatment, most people would glare at her and scream angrily.
"It is quite alright."
"Right," she was a bit relieved then gazed at the Wiccan suspiciously. "Wait! Whatchoo doin' here anyway?"
"Do you not know?" she studied Lily's face closely, searching for something, when she either found it or gave up, she ventured forth. "There is a werewolf within these boundaries."
"So, you gonna kill him?" she asked sedately, leaning on the wooden banister and observing the porch's roof, then as if remembering something she quickly fixed her eyes on Samantha's face, hearing no reply to her earlier jibe. "You're not exactly gonna kill 'im, are ya? 'Cause it ain't his fault that he be a werewolf."
She looked into Samantha's strange purple irises, almost pleading the blonde to say otherwise, when she didn't get a response she groaned.
"Ya really don' wanna kill 'im. I mean he's a good person and really, you can't-"
Samantha smiled. "Really, Slayer. I do not intend to rid this being of its life. I am here due to my coven's fear that there may be a slight possibility of its getting out of hand and escaping its confines."
"So, what you gonna do if he does go berserk?"
"Why do you insist that this wolf is a he?" she countered.
"'Cause, well, I guess I met him. And well, yeah, y'know. Feel bad about killin' someone I met."
Samantha raised an eyebrow.
"Well," she further explained. "He's really nice. His friends suck, but he's the only person in school that don't get on my nerves. And I kinda sympathize him. So,…"
Samantha nodded. "To alleviate you of your burden which is your concern, I am here to tame the beast if he does escape."
"Oh, that's a huge relief."
"I thought that it would be," Samantha leaned back on the door, then abruptly tilted forward.
A clamorous sound of wood coming into contact with bone was heard and a deafening noise of wood being broken came from the door.
"Crap!" she cursed, lightly pounding the railing with her fists. "He's busting out."
Samantha stared at the door for a second before saying something. "The barrier which separates us from the creature within; Strengthen yourself from the threat; The beast you shall block; Do as I command when I knock."
Lily stared at her as if she was some psycho-loony come straight from the mental hospital when she realized Samantha was chanting. She watched as the other girl knocked on the door and bright blue light surrounded it before dissolving into the wood.
The oaken door glowed for a second then stopped. Lily curiously stepped up to it and gave Samantha a look. She nodded and Lily shrugged, aiming a kick at the door. The ancient-looking wood didn't crack under the force of the attack and Lily grinned, amused.
"That sure is hell strong," she commented.
Samantha nodded.
"So, all you do is say some mumbo-jumbo and stuff happens?"
"Not quite."
"So, you need to have it in your blood, like my kind."
"Yes, I am a descendant of thousands of generations of Wiccans. Due to this, casting spells are easier for me. You see, my descendants are to be the powerful Charmed Ones. Three sister Wiccans, the most powerful witches in the world who will be born into a world that will be in great need of good.
"Because they are supposed to be powerful, the powers in their line and blood will have to be prepared, developed. Power that grows stronger by each generation. Most Wiccans in my coven, their spells do not work as quickly as mine."
"That's bitchin'," she said, awed.
"I will consider that as a compliment."
"Yeah, ya should. Hey," Lily realized something. "Is it just me or do werewolves sound like dogs?"
"There are other animals inside this establishment. Two others, as I have observed. They seem to tame him."
"Weird," Lily muttered, jumping off the railing and landing on the ground below. She peered through a dusty window and tried to make out the figures inside. She wiped off some dust with the sleeve of her jacket.
"Yep, two other animals," she confirmed, turning to face Samantha, who had appeared beside her.
"Slayer…" Samantha eyes went wide and she lifted both of her arms.
"Whatchoo-?" she began to ask as she went to face the window once more. "Holy shit," was all she could say as she finally noticed the werewolf, paused in mid-leap, just facing her on the other side of the window.
She took in his gold-flecked brown eyes and even though she knew who he was, his eyes confirmed it. This was Remus.
Samantha cautiously placed her fingertips on the glass and ran her hands across the glass, below the unblinking eyes, as if wanting to touch him.
"He has beautiful eyes, strange but beautiful," she noted, mesmerized. She stared deeply into those frozen irises and mumbled. "So much pain and torment. Inner struggles and the feeling of inacceptance. His battle between his instinct and his humanity. Hopelessness. He feels inadequate. Never knowing if he is man or beast. Always fearing that the ferocious creature inside him might break free."
"He really thinks that?"
"No," she answered, her eyes never leaving the wolf's face, and not seeing the confused look the Slayer gave her. "It is what he feels. He is not quite aware of these feelings but he does fear for the safety of others and he does know that he fears dying alone. He is afraid of being lonely his entire existence."
"God, that is just,…sad," Lily sniffled, staring into the Remus' eyes. They seemed so human compared to his wolfish exterior. She tried to see what Samantha had just claimed to have seen, but she couldn't. "How could you tell?"
"Empathetic powers. I am an Empath."
"So, you can see what he's feeling?"
"No, I feel what he is feeling."
"Ouch. How does it feel?"
"It is different. I feel different emotions from different beings. From him, I feel unbearable pain, fear,…heartache and need of love. And from you, I feel loneliness and need of understanding and the need to let go of the past but never able to."
"That's private!" she said, defensively, hugging herself tightly, as if it would ward of Samantha's power.
"And fear of human contact, fear of…compassion," she stopped staring at Remus and folded her arms across her chest. "I am right, aren't I, Slayer?"
She said this with sadness evident in her eyes, Lily could see that, but not pity. It relieved her.
"If I let people in, that would endanger them, me being the Slayer and all," she confessed. "And I don't think I could take that risk."
"But they might be willing to take that risk."
"Yeah, right."
Samantha chuckled. "You will never know unless you try."
"I don't think I'm ready for that yet."
Samantha accepted that and turned back to face the werewolf. "What is his name?"
"Remus."
"That is ironic."
"Why?"
"In Roman Mythology, Remus and Romulus were the twin brothers who founded Rome. They were raised by wolves."
"Oh, so, how come the place wasn't named after Remus?"
"It was said that the brothers had a disagreement on how to share the land and Romulus killed Remus. But others believed that Remus disappeared, and had lived a happy life."
"I'll go and accept the latter, it's much better."
"Hmmm," she agreed, turning to face Remus.
"So, how do we stop him from jumping outta the window?"
Samantha muttered something under her breath and the wolf turned away from the window and continued its halted descent.
Lily smiled and peered inside the window. That's when she saw the big black dog and the large stag. Then, she saw something small scurry across the floor and she saw that it was a rat.
"Eeeeww!" she gagged. "This place is a dump!"
"Let us leave them be, Slayer." Samantha turned and walked towards the creaky old gates.
"Right," Lily turned to leave as well, but not before seeing a very familiar pair of brown eyes.
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Author's Note: This is the shortest chapter ever, I don't know why. Hope you liked this. And thanks to Princess Evil who told me about that PG-13 thing. Thanks (! And hi to Lestat (like your story and I promise I won't read anymore), Clarz, Mech, Chiquitta (love ya!), my brother (thanks for the insurmountable amount of support you gave me), and to Lestat's cousin David Talbot.(you must be crazy to think that she's nice!!!)
And to Milkyweed who keeps on R&Ring my story, no matter what.
And can anyone beta-read for me? I just read the other chapters and just had to stop since I couldn't stand looking at all my mistakes! If you can, please tell me. I'd really appreciate it since my spell-check can only do so much.