The other slayer's curse. . .Destiny
The night air was crisp as winter was slowly taking hold. The soil crunched quietly, almost, unaudibly, beneath the blondes worn sneakers. A thick, sharp, wood steak clutched in her gloved hand., she moved gracefully, like a dancer.
Glancing from grave to grave her blue eyes scanned the names quickly. She knew the name she was looking for, he had been her science lab partner year before last. Vann Vahn. He had been biten and it was his night to rise. She was ready, on gaurd.
"Hey B." The voice said almost bubbly from behind. Buffy Summers turned quickly. Steak raised, she was ready to strick. "Hey! Woah there girl-friend." Faith's face was illuminated by a smile. She held her hand infront of her. Her brunett mane was up in a thick pony-tail.
"Faith! What are you doing here?" Buffy snipped aggravatedly at her fellow slayer. She was suppose to be looking in the older Sunnydale cemetary.
"Dusted." Faith shrugged. Her windbreaker making a shuffling sound.
"You dusted your vamp. already?"
"Nope." Faith stated with a shrugg, disapointment laced her words. "Dusted before I got to the grave."
"Before?" Buffy was unconvinced.
"Yeah. Hole in grave and a pile dust just beside it."
"Faith. . ." Buffy was cut off from being able to go into a long speech by the sound of something crashing into metal echoing through the air.
Taking only seconds to glance at each other the two slayers ran step in step with each other. Racing through the cemetary, they jumped obsticles with sincronised ease.
Circleing around a large family tomb, Buffy and Faith stopped with shocked filled faces. Before them, a girl was in the midst of battleing a vampire. With amazing speed and graceful, almost coriograghed moves the girl steaked the vampire with a pencil like steak. She then pulled her chesnut curls into a bun atop her head slipping the wood through it, holdign her hair in place.
"Boys." The girls voice was light and cocky.
When she turned Buffy gasped quietly and Faith's hands flew to her mouth and she let out a startled "No!" Her hair you could tell was naturaly a rich chesnut color but had an auborn tint that put a sparkle in her chocolate colored eyes. Her smile was as cocky as her voice. She looked remarkabley like. . .
"Faith! No hug for your baby sister?"
The night air was crisp as winter was slowly taking hold. The soil crunched quietly, almost, unaudibly, beneath the blondes worn sneakers. A thick, sharp, wood steak clutched in her gloved hand., she moved gracefully, like a dancer.
Glancing from grave to grave her blue eyes scanned the names quickly. She knew the name she was looking for, he had been her science lab partner year before last. Vann Vahn. He had been biten and it was his night to rise. She was ready, on gaurd.
"Hey B." The voice said almost bubbly from behind. Buffy Summers turned quickly. Steak raised, she was ready to strick. "Hey! Woah there girl-friend." Faith's face was illuminated by a smile. She held her hand infront of her. Her brunett mane was up in a thick pony-tail.
"Faith! What are you doing here?" Buffy snipped aggravatedly at her fellow slayer. She was suppose to be looking in the older Sunnydale cemetary.
"Dusted." Faith shrugged. Her windbreaker making a shuffling sound.
"You dusted your vamp. already?"
"Nope." Faith stated with a shrugg, disapointment laced her words. "Dusted before I got to the grave."
"Before?" Buffy was unconvinced.
"Yeah. Hole in grave and a pile dust just beside it."
"Faith. . ." Buffy was cut off from being able to go into a long speech by the sound of something crashing into metal echoing through the air.
Taking only seconds to glance at each other the two slayers ran step in step with each other. Racing through the cemetary, they jumped obsticles with sincronised ease.
Circleing around a large family tomb, Buffy and Faith stopped with shocked filled faces. Before them, a girl was in the midst of battleing a vampire. With amazing speed and graceful, almost coriograghed moves the girl steaked the vampire with a pencil like steak. She then pulled her chesnut curls into a bun atop her head slipping the wood through it, holdign her hair in place.
"Boys." The girls voice was light and cocky.
When she turned Buffy gasped quietly and Faith's hands flew to her mouth and she let out a startled "No!" Her hair you could tell was naturaly a rich chesnut color but had an auborn tint that put a sparkle in her chocolate colored eyes. Her smile was as cocky as her voice. She looked remarkabley like. . .
"Faith! No hug for your baby sister?"