The Chosen Line
Los Angeles
Oh, God, I'm gonna die. How many times had that thought crossed any slayer's mind in her lifetime? Countless times, one could only assume. So the slayer ran, ran for her life, and no one was going to hear her screams. She never wanted this to happen. She didn't even know what was happening. The sudden strength she had.the dreams that haunted her sleep night after night. If this was just puberty, then Trina was blooming much more quickly than other girls her age.
The taunting voice of the vampire drifted closer as she ran through the dark alleyway, her heart practically pounding out of her chest. This isn't real, she thought to herself frantically. Any minute, I'm going to wake up in my nice, warm, bed. I'll be normal again. But this wasn't a dream, and the vampire was drawing closer.
"Here, kitty, kitty," he said in a cruel voice, quickening his pace to a lazy trot.
"Please, leave me alone!" Trina cried in a distraught voice, her eyes widening in horror and the woman stopped dead in her tracks. She could hear the vampire snicker behind her, and why wouldn't he? The immortal bastard had directed her right into a dead end. He caught up to Trina, smirking as he clamped both hands around her wrists and yanked her towards him. She kicked and screamed, in way too much fear to even notice the vampire's slight struggle to keep her still.
"Awfully strong, aren't we?" he asked her, amused. "Aw, I like 'em rough anyway." Trina continued to fight, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Stop it," she pleaded in a childish tone she did not even recognize as her own, avoiding his pleased expression.
"Come on, don't you wanna party?" he returned, leaning in towards her neck. The creature paused, however, as a figure strode into the alley, only the light of a dimly-lit cigarette showing their features.
"Bloody hell," Spike spoke, rolling his eyes. "Is that seriously what you people say now? I mean, you've got all eternity to think up better pickup lines." The bleach-blonde didn't wait for a reply, punching his opponent squarely in the jaw. The alley vampire staggered back at the blow, absently releasing Trina who scrambled to a safe distance. He let out a low, tiger-like roar and lunged at Spike, who easily side-stepped him. Spike then in turn spun around, grasping his enemy by the back of his shirt. With his incredible vampire strength, Spike rammed him forward into a brick wall, having the vampire momentarily stunned. Not wasting any more time, Spike drew his stake from a pocket in his leather duster, plunging it into its back and through its heart.
"That sucks," the vampire complained, right before he turned into dust.
"Yeah, well, now you're a bloody ashtray," Spike returned. He plucked the cigarette from his mouth, flicking it onto the ground where the vampire's remains lay. Trina meanwhile gaped at the blonde, still shaking.
"T-thank you so much," she choked out, looking down to the ground and then back up at him. "Thank you."
"Yes, pet," Spike replied, looking at the girl dully. So this was another potential gone all super-hero, eh? Well, as long as she didn't try to sever his limbs, he would have no problem with her.
"W-well, I should probably go," Trina said, a bit uncomfortably, beginning to walk past him.
"So, have any interesting dreams lately?' Spike asked after her, causing the girl to halt. She looked back at him, her face ashen.
"W-what did you say?"
"You heard me. I didn't run into you by chance, love. You're a soddin' slayer, and your life's about to get a lot more screwed." A figure entered the alleyway as he said this, and they looked at the girl with sympathy.
"The poor thing," Buffy said.
Los Angeles
Oh, God, I'm gonna die. How many times had that thought crossed any slayer's mind in her lifetime? Countless times, one could only assume. So the slayer ran, ran for her life, and no one was going to hear her screams. She never wanted this to happen. She didn't even know what was happening. The sudden strength she had.the dreams that haunted her sleep night after night. If this was just puberty, then Trina was blooming much more quickly than other girls her age.
The taunting voice of the vampire drifted closer as she ran through the dark alleyway, her heart practically pounding out of her chest. This isn't real, she thought to herself frantically. Any minute, I'm going to wake up in my nice, warm, bed. I'll be normal again. But this wasn't a dream, and the vampire was drawing closer.
"Here, kitty, kitty," he said in a cruel voice, quickening his pace to a lazy trot.
"Please, leave me alone!" Trina cried in a distraught voice, her eyes widening in horror and the woman stopped dead in her tracks. She could hear the vampire snicker behind her, and why wouldn't he? The immortal bastard had directed her right into a dead end. He caught up to Trina, smirking as he clamped both hands around her wrists and yanked her towards him. She kicked and screamed, in way too much fear to even notice the vampire's slight struggle to keep her still.
"Awfully strong, aren't we?" he asked her, amused. "Aw, I like 'em rough anyway." Trina continued to fight, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Stop it," she pleaded in a childish tone she did not even recognize as her own, avoiding his pleased expression.
"Come on, don't you wanna party?" he returned, leaning in towards her neck. The creature paused, however, as a figure strode into the alley, only the light of a dimly-lit cigarette showing their features.
"Bloody hell," Spike spoke, rolling his eyes. "Is that seriously what you people say now? I mean, you've got all eternity to think up better pickup lines." The bleach-blonde didn't wait for a reply, punching his opponent squarely in the jaw. The alley vampire staggered back at the blow, absently releasing Trina who scrambled to a safe distance. He let out a low, tiger-like roar and lunged at Spike, who easily side-stepped him. Spike then in turn spun around, grasping his enemy by the back of his shirt. With his incredible vampire strength, Spike rammed him forward into a brick wall, having the vampire momentarily stunned. Not wasting any more time, Spike drew his stake from a pocket in his leather duster, plunging it into its back and through its heart.
"That sucks," the vampire complained, right before he turned into dust.
"Yeah, well, now you're a bloody ashtray," Spike returned. He plucked the cigarette from his mouth, flicking it onto the ground where the vampire's remains lay. Trina meanwhile gaped at the blonde, still shaking.
"T-thank you so much," she choked out, looking down to the ground and then back up at him. "Thank you."
"Yes, pet," Spike replied, looking at the girl dully. So this was another potential gone all super-hero, eh? Well, as long as she didn't try to sever his limbs, he would have no problem with her.
"W-well, I should probably go," Trina said, a bit uncomfortably, beginning to walk past him.
"So, have any interesting dreams lately?' Spike asked after her, causing the girl to halt. She looked back at him, her face ashen.
"W-what did you say?"
"You heard me. I didn't run into you by chance, love. You're a soddin' slayer, and your life's about to get a lot more screwed." A figure entered the alleyway as he said this, and they looked at the girl with sympathy.
"The poor thing," Buffy said.