A/N:May or may not add second chapter, depends on if I get a good or bad reviews. If you like it, please let me know. If you don't, let me know.
Disclaimer: I wish I'd thought of Buffy first... Either way Slayers and BtVS aren't mine.
She wanders.
The night moves east and so does she, each eve call brings him near.
This is a cold dance they scurry threw, neither foot makes a sound.
Dead. Perhaps, or truly alive. No man but god can know.
From time to time she's fascinated, seeks to know their names. These dark lords she hunts each night, who once could they have been? But more imperative still, what where they now.
She clutches the wood, her lifeline, for certain her only reason for life. It chose her, and so there is no resigning.
Once she was a human. Once she had a face. She mattered in the world. She was somebody. But now, her name was Death. Death to the dead. And her heart still beats.
You are the thing that death fears
Perhaps the only thing. For these monsters where brutal and animal. Wild and primitive. Passionate for the kill.
They live threw death and so should you
Living threw death, killing to feel alive. It's what they do. What she does.
Killing to feel alive. Surviving threw perish. Impossible. Evil.
What had she become?
He was close now, closing in.
He swooped from the bushes
With out regret. That is the way you must live.
Slayer. Vampire. This is all they knew. All they were meant to know.
He came at her around the neck.
Animal.
She didn't let him get close enough to touch her before the wood was in. Then out. And dust.
He is no more
Walk away
A/N: Small, yes but it's just a sample of a larger story that will be connected to our modern day Slayers, Buffy and faith. Surprising twist planned. Please review me, don't make me bite you;D
Disclaimer: I wish I'd thought of Buffy first... Either way Slayers and BtVS aren't mine.
She wanders.
The night moves east and so does she, each eve call brings him near.
This is a cold dance they scurry threw, neither foot makes a sound.
Dead. Perhaps, or truly alive. No man but god can know.
From time to time she's fascinated, seeks to know their names. These dark lords she hunts each night, who once could they have been? But more imperative still, what where they now.
She clutches the wood, her lifeline, for certain her only reason for life. It chose her, and so there is no resigning.
Once she was a human. Once she had a face. She mattered in the world. She was somebody. But now, her name was Death. Death to the dead. And her heart still beats.
You are the thing that death fears
Perhaps the only thing. For these monsters where brutal and animal. Wild and primitive. Passionate for the kill.
They live threw death and so should you
Living threw death, killing to feel alive. It's what they do. What she does.
Killing to feel alive. Surviving threw perish. Impossible. Evil.
What had she become?
He was close now, closing in.
He swooped from the bushes
With out regret. That is the way you must live.
Slayer. Vampire. This is all they knew. All they were meant to know.
He came at her around the neck.
Animal.
She didn't let him get close enough to touch her before the wood was in. Then out. And dust.
He is no more
Walk away
A/N: Small, yes but it's just a sample of a larger story that will be connected to our modern day Slayers, Buffy and faith. Surprising twist planned. Please review me, don't make me bite you;D