Phase Two: Central Park
She only found three vampires in the cemetery so she headed to the next hotspot: The Park. As usual the challenge was to find and dispatch as many demons as she could without alerting the public. She was aided by the fact that New Yorkers are rarely fazed even by oozing Mmsharrack demons on sidewalks.
Her stake hit the creature in the eye and it tumbled back enough to allow her one well-placed kick in the chest. The demon crashed into a tree breaking a few branches in its wake. The Slayer used the momentum to go for the kill.
The Mmmsharrack died slowly as large demons are wont to do. The Slayer stood over him and waited for its demise. She felt no pride at the kill. It was simply her assigned duty.
When the creature was buried away, Buffy was drawn to the seemingly calm of the strawberry fields. The dark night called to her and she followed.
And it was here that she first saw him.
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His platinum blond hair gleamed in the moonlight and that was the first thing that she zeroed on. That and the fact that he was a vampire.
With her stake in hand she approached her next target.
As she slowly neared him he could feel his blood quicken. This girl was definitely doing something to him He admired her confident stride and the predatory flash in her eyes that was visible even in the darkness.
Spike licked his lips in anticipation. This was going to be fun.
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Buffy was puzzled. The bleached-blond vampire just stood there awaiting her arrival. This was highly suspect and all her senses told her to wait for an attack.
With her stake gripped tightly in her hand she faced the vampire.
The moonlight illuminated his face and outlined the sharp angles. Moist red lips and eyes of an unknown color garnered her attention. For all his position as a bonafide enemy this vamp was a real beauty, she admitted.
Finally Buffy stood right in front of the vampire. Her right hand lifted her stake and met with air as the vampire avidly managed to dodge her attack.
The Slayer caught her balance, turned on her heel and launched at the creature again. This time she managed to knock him to the ground but just as she pounced on him he was back on his feet and she on the ground. Her blood boiled at the humiliating position. This over-agile vamp was going to be a challenge.
But he wasn't attacking her, just her dignity.
After ten or so minutes of trying to field the bloodsucker she was tired and her pride was in tatters. He on the other hand looked like he was having the time of his life. He had a smirk plastered on his face and ever so often he would let out a deep, baritone laugh. The sound goaded her on. She'd never forfeited and she wasn't about to start now.
Finally, it was too much.
"What the f*** are you doing?" The Slayer's loud cry carried all her frustration and anger at this infuriating vamp. She could not discern his intentions. He wasn't hurting her or even trying to. His actions were strictly self-defense. This wasn't a vampire's modus operandi at all.
Spike's smirk became more pronounced. He loved her anger. It was an emotion that suited her well. He tried for more of that.
"I'm gauging you. Trying to see your weakest point" Spike answered as he avoided yet another blow.
The Slayer was livid. This 'creature' was beyond provoking her. She intensified her attack and managed to land quite a few hard blows. Spike answered with some of his own until they were both involved in the struggle.
She had to admit that he was quite the opponent. She was having a hard time just keeping up with him. He'd gotten a few good punches in her left shoulder blade area that made her wince. Usually vampires gave her little struggle and she could take them down easy. Not so with this one.
A swift uppercut landed the vamp in a bush. He rose to his feet and shook the needles from his leather duster.
"Nice move pet. You got potential. I guess we'll just have to see. Right now I got to be somewhere else, so if you don't mind we'll call it a draw for tonight"
And with that he turned and walked swiftly into the gloom, his leather duster trailing after his form.
The Slayer stood there. She couldn't believe that he just walked away from their match. Part of her wanted to go after him and finish it once and for all. The other part wanted to get back to her room and soak the new aches away.
Her tired muscles won and she slowly headed out of the park. She held her left arm close to her body. The Slayer body would heal swiftly, the Slayer pride would not until she faced the vampire again.
Just who was he? She wondered.
The dark and dense forest shielded the vampire from the Slayer's vision. He'd really enjoyed their little tussle and would like an encore soon. He had to admit that Buffy Summers was pretty good even by Slayer standards. He should know, he had taken down two but knew that this one would be a challenge.
And he still wanted to shag her.
TBC.
Author's note: Thank you for your reviews. I am trying something new this time in this little prequel to "The Wish". I promise that there will be plenty of drama, romance and, of course, angst as two solitary beings learn that love and hate are both sides of the same coin.
As for the person that asked about my other uncompleted fanfic the truth is that I am currently re-reading "Experimental" and "The Unexpected Variable" in order to get back into the flow of the story. I hate leaving things without finishing them so I will definitely get back to it in the near future.
On a side note I appreciate encouraging reviews and constructive criticism. I will erase any personal affronts since I think that we should keep a modicum of respect among the ff.net community. That's all I have to say.
She only found three vampires in the cemetery so she headed to the next hotspot: The Park. As usual the challenge was to find and dispatch as many demons as she could without alerting the public. She was aided by the fact that New Yorkers are rarely fazed even by oozing Mmsharrack demons on sidewalks.
Her stake hit the creature in the eye and it tumbled back enough to allow her one well-placed kick in the chest. The demon crashed into a tree breaking a few branches in its wake. The Slayer used the momentum to go for the kill.
The Mmmsharrack died slowly as large demons are wont to do. The Slayer stood over him and waited for its demise. She felt no pride at the kill. It was simply her assigned duty.
When the creature was buried away, Buffy was drawn to the seemingly calm of the strawberry fields. The dark night called to her and she followed.
And it was here that she first saw him.
#########
His platinum blond hair gleamed in the moonlight and that was the first thing that she zeroed on. That and the fact that he was a vampire.
With her stake in hand she approached her next target.
As she slowly neared him he could feel his blood quicken. This girl was definitely doing something to him He admired her confident stride and the predatory flash in her eyes that was visible even in the darkness.
Spike licked his lips in anticipation. This was going to be fun.
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Buffy was puzzled. The bleached-blond vampire just stood there awaiting her arrival. This was highly suspect and all her senses told her to wait for an attack.
With her stake gripped tightly in her hand she faced the vampire.
The moonlight illuminated his face and outlined the sharp angles. Moist red lips and eyes of an unknown color garnered her attention. For all his position as a bonafide enemy this vamp was a real beauty, she admitted.
Finally Buffy stood right in front of the vampire. Her right hand lifted her stake and met with air as the vampire avidly managed to dodge her attack.
The Slayer caught her balance, turned on her heel and launched at the creature again. This time she managed to knock him to the ground but just as she pounced on him he was back on his feet and she on the ground. Her blood boiled at the humiliating position. This over-agile vamp was going to be a challenge.
But he wasn't attacking her, just her dignity.
After ten or so minutes of trying to field the bloodsucker she was tired and her pride was in tatters. He on the other hand looked like he was having the time of his life. He had a smirk plastered on his face and ever so often he would let out a deep, baritone laugh. The sound goaded her on. She'd never forfeited and she wasn't about to start now.
Finally, it was too much.
"What the f*** are you doing?" The Slayer's loud cry carried all her frustration and anger at this infuriating vamp. She could not discern his intentions. He wasn't hurting her or even trying to. His actions were strictly self-defense. This wasn't a vampire's modus operandi at all.
Spike's smirk became more pronounced. He loved her anger. It was an emotion that suited her well. He tried for more of that.
"I'm gauging you. Trying to see your weakest point" Spike answered as he avoided yet another blow.
The Slayer was livid. This 'creature' was beyond provoking her. She intensified her attack and managed to land quite a few hard blows. Spike answered with some of his own until they were both involved in the struggle.
She had to admit that he was quite the opponent. She was having a hard time just keeping up with him. He'd gotten a few good punches in her left shoulder blade area that made her wince. Usually vampires gave her little struggle and she could take them down easy. Not so with this one.
A swift uppercut landed the vamp in a bush. He rose to his feet and shook the needles from his leather duster.
"Nice move pet. You got potential. I guess we'll just have to see. Right now I got to be somewhere else, so if you don't mind we'll call it a draw for tonight"
And with that he turned and walked swiftly into the gloom, his leather duster trailing after his form.
The Slayer stood there. She couldn't believe that he just walked away from their match. Part of her wanted to go after him and finish it once and for all. The other part wanted to get back to her room and soak the new aches away.
Her tired muscles won and she slowly headed out of the park. She held her left arm close to her body. The Slayer body would heal swiftly, the Slayer pride would not until she faced the vampire again.
Just who was he? She wondered.
The dark and dense forest shielded the vampire from the Slayer's vision. He'd really enjoyed their little tussle and would like an encore soon. He had to admit that Buffy Summers was pretty good even by Slayer standards. He should know, he had taken down two but knew that this one would be a challenge.
And he still wanted to shag her.
TBC.
Author's note: Thank you for your reviews. I am trying something new this time in this little prequel to "The Wish". I promise that there will be plenty of drama, romance and, of course, angst as two solitary beings learn that love and hate are both sides of the same coin.
As for the person that asked about my other uncompleted fanfic the truth is that I am currently re-reading "Experimental" and "The Unexpected Variable" in order to get back into the flow of the story. I hate leaving things without finishing them so I will definitely get back to it in the near future.
On a side note I appreciate encouraging reviews and constructive criticism. I will erase any personal affronts since I think that we should keep a modicum of respect among the ff.net community. That's all I have to say.