There were only a few hours left of night. The Slayer was undecided on
where she wanted to spend her time in the dark. If she strayed to far away
from the Hyperion, she wasn't sure if she would be able to find her way
back. But there weren't any vampires or demons to be seen here. The worst
evil she had come across was a thug harassing a young girl, and that had
taken all of two minutes to put everything right. Her eyes scanned the
sword she held, the flickering lights of the street lamps reflected the
silent streets back into her face. It was a nice weapon, but useless if
there wasn't anything to fight with. As she mulled this, faint footsteps
echoed off the pavement, obviously the someone was trying to be unnoticed.
It didn't feel human, but it wasn't a vampire either, and much to careful
to be a demon.
"Connor, right?" She turned as the boy stepped into the light. He wore his face with determination and pride. But his eyes betrayed the carefully collected composure and show cased a deep fear that he would probably never admit.
He nodded. "I've never hunted with a Slayer." If that was him asking to patrol with her, Buffy almost didn't pick up on it as he kept staring at her.
"Sure, you can come along." Angel had said the boy was strong 'the male version of a Slayer' as he had so artfully put it. Not that she needed the extra help, but he knew this hunting ground. Buffy turned and heard him follow as they made their down the street and farther past the hotel which loomed darkly behind them.
Buffy held the sword at her side as they walked, and Connor came beside her, eyes ahead. "Can I ask you something?" She asked, not sure how to word the question just then.
"Uh, sure." He said, letting his gaze quickly meet hers.
"Angel said that you were born two years ago, yet your 18. I mean, not that I'm surprised or anything my sister didn't exist until two years ago either." Buffy stuttered out quickly.
"I grew up in a hell dimension." Connor put, again letting his eyes briefly go to the Slayer.
She nodded. "Those are always fun."
"You been?" He asked.
"No, but I was in heaven."
"How was that?" He stopped suddenly at a silent intersection and headed right, Buffy followed, feeling the rise of demonic activity as she walked.
"It was. . . good, but then my friends pulled me out." She let her gaze wander the street, and moved the sword to her other hand, wiping the sweat that had accumulated on her pants.
Connor gripped the stake that had suddenly appeared in his grasp. "Some friends."
Buffy shrugged. They were getting closer to it, the darkness was seeping through the air. "It was OK, I mean they needed me back."
He had gotten ahead of her, and dismissed the conversation as he ran, only to disappear into darkness. The Slayer sighed, and broke into a sprint, tracing his steps. At last she arrived at a small street, bathed in the soft glow of the street side lamps and faint filter of the moon through the clouds. Connor stood tensely, facing three vampires as Buffy came abreast to him and tried to keep confidence in her eyes.
"I'll take the one in the black shirt." Connor said, and before Buffy could stop him, he had run forward.
"Like father like son." The Slayer mumbled, following in his footsteps. The vampires turned at the boys arrival, they had been feasting on the death of a young girl, and her blood still stained their mouths. Connor lunged at the one he had claimed as his own, and brought him down in a tumble. Buffy gripped the sword tighter as she came to greet one who rushed toward her with a beheading. She grinned as the dust dissolved to reveal the face of the third vampire.
"Slayer." He spat, stepping forward to her. "I've been waiting for this." Suddenly she felt a pang in her stomach. Five, maybe six more vampires had made their way into view. Buffy's smile faltered as the demon who stood in front of her bared his fangs. Connor's stake clattered to the ground on newly formed dust. He took in an unsteady breath and flashed his eyes to the Slayer. Before she could move, the vampire was on her, and she struggled with his demon. He was strong, quickly he parried the sword away and she didn't have time to watch it slide away as he threw a punch to her face. She blocked, but a kick snapped her body forward. The attack had come from another vampire who had joined the fight. Buffy side kicked the one in front of her and jabbed, moving into a spinning crescent kick to bring the second vampire down. Instead of making impact though, the demon caught her foot, and sent her falling off balance. She hit the ground, and her eyes rolled up to meet the gameface of a vampire. Buffy quickly switched her body position and kick sweeped his legs, clambering to her feet, she lunged toward the sword, but was pulled back as someone caught the neck of her shit. The Slayer struggled as he brought her in closer to his chest, and drew an arm around her neck in a near choke.
"Shh. . ." He put his free hand to her lips. Frantic eyes scanned the scene in front of her. Connor had melted into the night long ago, and she was alone in the arms of a vampire, meeting the gaze of five demons who were grinning with their fangs opened to the world. "You've been tasted before." The one who held her mused, a cold shiver ran up her spine as his fangs lingered on the flesh of her neck. Buffy closed her eyes tight, and squirmed in his grasp, he drank the fear. "Did you really think you could best us Slayer? We will force the world to it's knees, strip it of it's human plague."
Without thought, she stepped down hard on his foot with the heel of her shoe, and took the brief moment where he loosened his grip to grab onto his wrist and fling him forward onto the crowd of watching demons. He took down three as he flew through the air, the rest advanced on her. She ran toward the sword and picked it, throwing a kick at the first vampire that reached her while she got a better grip on the weapon.
Another was dusted as he ran toward her, only to be impaled by the sword. "Really." She said, twirling the double edged steel in her hand and beheading a female vampire who even in gameface looked like a goddess. "I get a call from my ex-" Buffy used the wall of a broken building to take her into a back flip and landed on the chest a demon. The sword slid easily through his heart and then she was standing on dust. "No, emtwo/em of my exes, just as I get back together with someone who they both hate!" As she talked, the fury welled up, and she forced it into a reverse roundhouse kick which sent another vamp flying. "So here I am, and my first has a son! And the other still loves me even though his wife just died." She walked up to the vampire and buried the sword in his chest. The Slayer turned back toward the remaining vamps. "So really, you guys, no big deal, I've got worse waiting for me back there." They scampered off into the dark, but the one who had nearly bit her stayed, his inhuman eyes on hers.
"I will know the taste of your blood, I will hold your dead body in my hands-"
"Save it." Buffy cut him off and threw the sword in a swift arc, it landed straight at his heart and he fell into dust. "Like I haven't heard it a thousand times." She went to pick up the weapon and looked around. "emI'll taste your blood blah blah blah/em" The Slayer mocked, heading back toward the hotel.
"So much for the boy." She sighed wistfully, turning the street. He had disappeared, no doubt back to The Hyperion. For someone who grew up in a hell dimension, he sure did fright easily. It was still in the depth of night, and Buffy sighed. She could be home, snuggling up with Dawn on the couch or patrolling a place where she knew the ins and outs, it may be the hellmouth, but at least she knew what to expect, more or less.
emNo you wouldn't./em Her mind chided. emYou would be in the arms of Spike./em Buffy shook her head, trying to clear it from a guilt ridden trip and filled the blank spaces of her mind with popular song.
The gate was already thrown open when she stepped into the courtyard. Through the windows she could see Connor standing on the steps, retelling something to the others. Angel stood, his hands clenched, the other soulful vampire looked bored with the speech, and outraged by the message. The army boy seemed just as disturbed, but as though he wasn't up for a fight. The Slayer ran toward the door, pushing it open, wanting to yell at the boy for ditching her in the midst of battle. As she stepped into the hotel, she was greeted by Angel who had her in his arms.
"Hey." She smiled, trying to pull away. "I dusted a few vampires, you can save the hug for when I save the world."
Angel stepped back, a little flushed. "Connor said that you were up against a half dozen or so vampires."
"Yeah." Buffy shrugged and turned her attention toward the boy. "What's with that? Leave me there to fight them all off while you run back home?"
"I. . . I thought we wouldn't be able to handle them, I came back to get help." He looked up to meet the Slayer's hard gaze, and then flashed his eyes back toward the floor. "Sorry." With that he scampered up the steps.
"Bit got us worried there." Spike was next to her suddenly, and she smiled at him.
"You got an apology out of him, that's more then I got when he trapped me under the ocean." Angel commented, ignoring Spike's presence.
The vampire looked at him anyway. "The boy trapped you under the ocean Peaches."
Buffy shook her head as she descended the steps, she made her way to the army boy who sat on the steps and sat beside him. "How drunk did they get you?"
"More then enough." He put his head between his knees, trying to stop the world from spinning.
Buffy blamed the two vampires for Riley's drunkenness, and showed it in her eyes.
"You hurt his feelings Slayer." Spike grinned.
A/N Whatever, OK chapter I guess. I made Buffy fan site (yeah I have no life) if your interested.
"Connor, right?" She turned as the boy stepped into the light. He wore his face with determination and pride. But his eyes betrayed the carefully collected composure and show cased a deep fear that he would probably never admit.
He nodded. "I've never hunted with a Slayer." If that was him asking to patrol with her, Buffy almost didn't pick up on it as he kept staring at her.
"Sure, you can come along." Angel had said the boy was strong 'the male version of a Slayer' as he had so artfully put it. Not that she needed the extra help, but he knew this hunting ground. Buffy turned and heard him follow as they made their down the street and farther past the hotel which loomed darkly behind them.
Buffy held the sword at her side as they walked, and Connor came beside her, eyes ahead. "Can I ask you something?" She asked, not sure how to word the question just then.
"Uh, sure." He said, letting his gaze quickly meet hers.
"Angel said that you were born two years ago, yet your 18. I mean, not that I'm surprised or anything my sister didn't exist until two years ago either." Buffy stuttered out quickly.
"I grew up in a hell dimension." Connor put, again letting his eyes briefly go to the Slayer.
She nodded. "Those are always fun."
"You been?" He asked.
"No, but I was in heaven."
"How was that?" He stopped suddenly at a silent intersection and headed right, Buffy followed, feeling the rise of demonic activity as she walked.
"It was. . . good, but then my friends pulled me out." She let her gaze wander the street, and moved the sword to her other hand, wiping the sweat that had accumulated on her pants.
Connor gripped the stake that had suddenly appeared in his grasp. "Some friends."
Buffy shrugged. They were getting closer to it, the darkness was seeping through the air. "It was OK, I mean they needed me back."
He had gotten ahead of her, and dismissed the conversation as he ran, only to disappear into darkness. The Slayer sighed, and broke into a sprint, tracing his steps. At last she arrived at a small street, bathed in the soft glow of the street side lamps and faint filter of the moon through the clouds. Connor stood tensely, facing three vampires as Buffy came abreast to him and tried to keep confidence in her eyes.
"I'll take the one in the black shirt." Connor said, and before Buffy could stop him, he had run forward.
"Like father like son." The Slayer mumbled, following in his footsteps. The vampires turned at the boys arrival, they had been feasting on the death of a young girl, and her blood still stained their mouths. Connor lunged at the one he had claimed as his own, and brought him down in a tumble. Buffy gripped the sword tighter as she came to greet one who rushed toward her with a beheading. She grinned as the dust dissolved to reveal the face of the third vampire.
"Slayer." He spat, stepping forward to her. "I've been waiting for this." Suddenly she felt a pang in her stomach. Five, maybe six more vampires had made their way into view. Buffy's smile faltered as the demon who stood in front of her bared his fangs. Connor's stake clattered to the ground on newly formed dust. He took in an unsteady breath and flashed his eyes to the Slayer. Before she could move, the vampire was on her, and she struggled with his demon. He was strong, quickly he parried the sword away and she didn't have time to watch it slide away as he threw a punch to her face. She blocked, but a kick snapped her body forward. The attack had come from another vampire who had joined the fight. Buffy side kicked the one in front of her and jabbed, moving into a spinning crescent kick to bring the second vampire down. Instead of making impact though, the demon caught her foot, and sent her falling off balance. She hit the ground, and her eyes rolled up to meet the gameface of a vampire. Buffy quickly switched her body position and kick sweeped his legs, clambering to her feet, she lunged toward the sword, but was pulled back as someone caught the neck of her shit. The Slayer struggled as he brought her in closer to his chest, and drew an arm around her neck in a near choke.
"Shh. . ." He put his free hand to her lips. Frantic eyes scanned the scene in front of her. Connor had melted into the night long ago, and she was alone in the arms of a vampire, meeting the gaze of five demons who were grinning with their fangs opened to the world. "You've been tasted before." The one who held her mused, a cold shiver ran up her spine as his fangs lingered on the flesh of her neck. Buffy closed her eyes tight, and squirmed in his grasp, he drank the fear. "Did you really think you could best us Slayer? We will force the world to it's knees, strip it of it's human plague."
Without thought, she stepped down hard on his foot with the heel of her shoe, and took the brief moment where he loosened his grip to grab onto his wrist and fling him forward onto the crowd of watching demons. He took down three as he flew through the air, the rest advanced on her. She ran toward the sword and picked it, throwing a kick at the first vampire that reached her while she got a better grip on the weapon.
Another was dusted as he ran toward her, only to be impaled by the sword. "Really." She said, twirling the double edged steel in her hand and beheading a female vampire who even in gameface looked like a goddess. "I get a call from my ex-" Buffy used the wall of a broken building to take her into a back flip and landed on the chest a demon. The sword slid easily through his heart and then she was standing on dust. "No, emtwo/em of my exes, just as I get back together with someone who they both hate!" As she talked, the fury welled up, and she forced it into a reverse roundhouse kick which sent another vamp flying. "So here I am, and my first has a son! And the other still loves me even though his wife just died." She walked up to the vampire and buried the sword in his chest. The Slayer turned back toward the remaining vamps. "So really, you guys, no big deal, I've got worse waiting for me back there." They scampered off into the dark, but the one who had nearly bit her stayed, his inhuman eyes on hers.
"I will know the taste of your blood, I will hold your dead body in my hands-"
"Save it." Buffy cut him off and threw the sword in a swift arc, it landed straight at his heart and he fell into dust. "Like I haven't heard it a thousand times." She went to pick up the weapon and looked around. "emI'll taste your blood blah blah blah/em" The Slayer mocked, heading back toward the hotel.
"So much for the boy." She sighed wistfully, turning the street. He had disappeared, no doubt back to The Hyperion. For someone who grew up in a hell dimension, he sure did fright easily. It was still in the depth of night, and Buffy sighed. She could be home, snuggling up with Dawn on the couch or patrolling a place where she knew the ins and outs, it may be the hellmouth, but at least she knew what to expect, more or less.
emNo you wouldn't./em Her mind chided. emYou would be in the arms of Spike./em Buffy shook her head, trying to clear it from a guilt ridden trip and filled the blank spaces of her mind with popular song.
The gate was already thrown open when she stepped into the courtyard. Through the windows she could see Connor standing on the steps, retelling something to the others. Angel stood, his hands clenched, the other soulful vampire looked bored with the speech, and outraged by the message. The army boy seemed just as disturbed, but as though he wasn't up for a fight. The Slayer ran toward the door, pushing it open, wanting to yell at the boy for ditching her in the midst of battle. As she stepped into the hotel, she was greeted by Angel who had her in his arms.
"Hey." She smiled, trying to pull away. "I dusted a few vampires, you can save the hug for when I save the world."
Angel stepped back, a little flushed. "Connor said that you were up against a half dozen or so vampires."
"Yeah." Buffy shrugged and turned her attention toward the boy. "What's with that? Leave me there to fight them all off while you run back home?"
"I. . . I thought we wouldn't be able to handle them, I came back to get help." He looked up to meet the Slayer's hard gaze, and then flashed his eyes back toward the floor. "Sorry." With that he scampered up the steps.
"Bit got us worried there." Spike was next to her suddenly, and she smiled at him.
"You got an apology out of him, that's more then I got when he trapped me under the ocean." Angel commented, ignoring Spike's presence.
The vampire looked at him anyway. "The boy trapped you under the ocean Peaches."
Buffy shook her head as she descended the steps, she made her way to the army boy who sat on the steps and sat beside him. "How drunk did they get you?"
"More then enough." He put his head between his knees, trying to stop the world from spinning.
Buffy blamed the two vampires for Riley's drunkenness, and showed it in her eyes.
"You hurt his feelings Slayer." Spike grinned.
A/N Whatever, OK chapter I guess. I made Buffy fan site (yeah I have no life) if your interested.