-Dawn POV-
"BUFFY!" I scream. Where is she? This demon is cutting off the circulation to my brain! No smart comments. Got it?
If she's not going to be helpful then I guess I'm gonna have to do this myself. I've watched her kick ass so many times, I KNOW I can do this. So just kick off that upturned table, swing your body around and shove your shoulders into him as you kick his face into the other side of his head.
"ARGH!" Well that sure hurt. It doesn't help when their heads are metal plated. Doesn't help at all.
"Get the fuck off her!" A gravely female voice behind me roars. Now there's no demon. Demon gone bub-byes, yay! So I turn and stand up from where I was rudely thrown as the unknown girl beat the crap outta the evil nasty that was restraining me from kicking it's butt to Mexico.
"Kennedy LEWIS?!?!" I can't help it. Since when do bandies learn how to beat down on demons? Ooooh, looks like they broke her guitar, from what I know of her love for her instruments, they're all gonna diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiie.
I watch her weild the snapped neck of her Les Paul with expert accuracy, shielding me with her body as a group of 3 demons advance on us. Holy shit! This is kinda scary. A little more scary than life with the Scoobies is usually anyway.
"Dawnie!" Willow's voice bellows over the ruckus that had been raised since we'd all started going a little primal on the bastards who interrupted the best concert. One song?!? SO RUDE!
"Willow!" I reply. No need to be rude. As I scream out her name I see Kennedy physically recoil and stare at me in a confused and shocked fashion for a split second. What the.
"Dawn." I feel a gentle grip close around my forearm. Willow.
"I'm ok, just getting looked after by my hero." I grin at her. Ummm ouch? I feel my face retract into a wince. Mmm, blood sure is tasty, or NOT! Wow, looks like I copped one before Kennedy got to me. Shouldn't I remember this?
"Kennedy!" I call out, she's kind of just hovering around turning from side to side, quite a large number of decapitated demons piled up around her. Looks like all the demons are somewhat dead. We sort of need a purpose don't we? "Get back here! It being clear now and all."
So she turns around. Whoa! Someone does what I say. if I wasn't so damn shocked I'd be screaming with joy. Kennedy Lewis saved my life! But the lingering questions of how and why keeping thumping my brain. Ok, so she's staring at Willow. I guess that's a good sign? Not so sure.
-Willow POV-
I'm so glad dawn's alright, but how in the hell did the lead singer of a rock band learn how to kick ass with a guitar fret board. Maybe I don't wanna know.
"Does that happen to you a lot?" I squeeze out, my voice box still half- paralytic in fear. Well you're cool Willow. I mentally smack myself in the head.
"Not really. Must be a Hellmouth thing." She shrugs in return. Understandable reply I guess. wait! Hellmouth?
"How do you know." I start but don't get to finish 'cause here comes the Buffster.
"Who know you could fight as well?" She smiles bemusedly at Kennedy, who's still staring at me. It'd be a little creepy if I didn't feel like doing the same thing to her.
"You're Buffy Summers right?" She momentarily diverts her gaze to Buffy. Goddess, how'd she know that? Not as though Buffy's famous or anything.
"Yeah. how'd you know that?" Buffy's features betray her usual nonplussed attitude to bewilderment.
"Well I guess you know my name. but. I'm Kennedy, next in line." She smiles and extends her arm, turning away from her direct invasion of my soul with her eyes. Well /that/ wasn't intense.
"Slayer in training? Cool!" Dawn stares at her sister then at Kennedy, finally at me. Well /this/ is a development.
"BUFFY!" I scream. Where is she? This demon is cutting off the circulation to my brain! No smart comments. Got it?
If she's not going to be helpful then I guess I'm gonna have to do this myself. I've watched her kick ass so many times, I KNOW I can do this. So just kick off that upturned table, swing your body around and shove your shoulders into him as you kick his face into the other side of his head.
"ARGH!" Well that sure hurt. It doesn't help when their heads are metal plated. Doesn't help at all.
"Get the fuck off her!" A gravely female voice behind me roars. Now there's no demon. Demon gone bub-byes, yay! So I turn and stand up from where I was rudely thrown as the unknown girl beat the crap outta the evil nasty that was restraining me from kicking it's butt to Mexico.
"Kennedy LEWIS?!?!" I can't help it. Since when do bandies learn how to beat down on demons? Ooooh, looks like they broke her guitar, from what I know of her love for her instruments, they're all gonna diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiie.
I watch her weild the snapped neck of her Les Paul with expert accuracy, shielding me with her body as a group of 3 demons advance on us. Holy shit! This is kinda scary. A little more scary than life with the Scoobies is usually anyway.
"Dawnie!" Willow's voice bellows over the ruckus that had been raised since we'd all started going a little primal on the bastards who interrupted the best concert. One song?!? SO RUDE!
"Willow!" I reply. No need to be rude. As I scream out her name I see Kennedy physically recoil and stare at me in a confused and shocked fashion for a split second. What the.
"Dawn." I feel a gentle grip close around my forearm. Willow.
"I'm ok, just getting looked after by my hero." I grin at her. Ummm ouch? I feel my face retract into a wince. Mmm, blood sure is tasty, or NOT! Wow, looks like I copped one before Kennedy got to me. Shouldn't I remember this?
"Kennedy!" I call out, she's kind of just hovering around turning from side to side, quite a large number of decapitated demons piled up around her. Looks like all the demons are somewhat dead. We sort of need a purpose don't we? "Get back here! It being clear now and all."
So she turns around. Whoa! Someone does what I say. if I wasn't so damn shocked I'd be screaming with joy. Kennedy Lewis saved my life! But the lingering questions of how and why keeping thumping my brain. Ok, so she's staring at Willow. I guess that's a good sign? Not so sure.
-Willow POV-
I'm so glad dawn's alright, but how in the hell did the lead singer of a rock band learn how to kick ass with a guitar fret board. Maybe I don't wanna know.
"Does that happen to you a lot?" I squeeze out, my voice box still half- paralytic in fear. Well you're cool Willow. I mentally smack myself in the head.
"Not really. Must be a Hellmouth thing." She shrugs in return. Understandable reply I guess. wait! Hellmouth?
"How do you know." I start but don't get to finish 'cause here comes the Buffster.
"Who know you could fight as well?" She smiles bemusedly at Kennedy, who's still staring at me. It'd be a little creepy if I didn't feel like doing the same thing to her.
"You're Buffy Summers right?" She momentarily diverts her gaze to Buffy. Goddess, how'd she know that? Not as though Buffy's famous or anything.
"Yeah. how'd you know that?" Buffy's features betray her usual nonplussed attitude to bewilderment.
"Well I guess you know my name. but. I'm Kennedy, next in line." She smiles and extends her arm, turning away from her direct invasion of my soul with her eyes. Well /that/ wasn't intense.
"Slayer in training? Cool!" Dawn stares at her sister then at Kennedy, finally at me. Well /this/ is a development.