All Buffy characters were created by Joss Whedon. Not me.
Written for Open on Sunday LJ community's challenge #81, Slayers Who Aren't Buffy.
She's A Slayer
by Zzilly14
The teenager walked through the cemetery when someone blocked her path.
"Slayer," he laughed, bearing pointy fangs.
"What... what's a Slayer?"
The bleach blond stared at the frightened girl. "No one told you your destiny? Bloody hell..."
"Excuse me?"
He whipped out a cell phone. "Listen here, Peaches, we've got a Slayer here who doesn't know she's a Slayer. Why doesn't she... No one told me... Taste sunlight, wanker!"
Surprisingly, the girl didn't run away. "That's not a nice way to talk to your girlfriend, Mr. Vampire."
"Peaches? My girlfriend?" He snorted. "Why do I have to be a Watcher?"
...
"So I use a stake to stab vampires in the heart, and they turn to dust?"
"Right."
"Can I stab you?"
"What? No! I'm one of the white hats. I'm a good guy."
"But you're a vampire."
"But I've got a soul."
"I'm confused. How can I tell if a vampire has a soul or not?"
Spike rolled his eyes. "If they try to bite you, they don't have a soul."
"You tried to bite me," she retorted.
"Listen here, love. Scaring and biting are two different things."
"So if a vampire scares me, he has a soul?"
"Bloody hell..."
...
"Punch him in the face! Use your bloody stake!"
Spike shook his head at the new Slayer. Her attempts to slay were pathetic. She had no coordination whatsoever.
The vampire kicked the stake out of the Slayer's hand.
"She's a weak little lamb about to be slaughtered. Bloody hell..."
He ran over to the vampire, ready to stake him. Suddenly the Slayer pulled out a knife with a wooden handle and threw it straight into the vamp's chest. He dissipated into dust instantly.
"Nice..." he commented with surprise.
He had underestimated her. He should've known to never underestimate a Slayer.
Written for Open on Sunday LJ community's challenge #81, Slayers Who Aren't Buffy.
by Zzilly14
The teenager walked through the cemetery when someone blocked her path.
"Slayer," he laughed, bearing pointy fangs.
"What... what's a Slayer?"
The bleach blond stared at the frightened girl. "No one told you your destiny? Bloody hell..."
"Excuse me?"
He whipped out a cell phone. "Listen here, Peaches, we've got a Slayer here who doesn't know she's a Slayer. Why doesn't she... No one told me... Taste sunlight, wanker!"
Surprisingly, the girl didn't run away. "That's not a nice way to talk to your girlfriend, Mr. Vampire."
"Peaches? My girlfriend?" He snorted. "Why do I have to be a Watcher?"
...
"So I use a stake to stab vampires in the heart, and they turn to dust?"
"Right."
"Can I stab you?"
"What? No! I'm one of the white hats. I'm a good guy."
"But you're a vampire."
"But I've got a soul."
"I'm confused. How can I tell if a vampire has a soul or not?"
Spike rolled his eyes. "If they try to bite you, they don't have a soul."
"You tried to bite me," she retorted.
"Listen here, love. Scaring and biting are two different things."
"So if a vampire scares me, he has a soul?"
"Bloody hell..."
...
"Punch him in the face! Use your bloody stake!"
Spike shook his head at the new Slayer. Her attempts to slay were pathetic. She had no coordination whatsoever.
The vampire kicked the stake out of the Slayer's hand.
"She's a weak little lamb about to be slaughtered. Bloody hell..."
He ran over to the vampire, ready to stake him. Suddenly the Slayer pulled out a knife with a wooden handle and threw it straight into the vamp's chest. He dissipated into dust instantly.
"Nice..." he commented with surprise.
He had underestimated her. He should've known to never underestimate a Slayer.