CHP 1 - Sunny dale- Buffy season four.
The bullets ricocheted over my head as I dove for cover beside the
mausoleum. I checked my weapon and popped back around the corner to plant
three rounds in the head of the guy rushing toward me. At least I think it
was a guy. Anyway he went down, now where was that other guy. I started
slowly to my right, keeping low and listening. I dove for the deck as some
kind of sword swung through where my head had just been. I rolled forward,
aimed backward over my head and squeezed the trigger. He staggered as I
rolled to my right onto my stomach and sighted in on his head.
Suddenly the guy, who's head I was about to put a round into, got this funny kind of look on his face as a pointed wooden stick jutted out of his chest and then he exploded. No, he really exploded, like into a cloud of dust. The petite blond standing behind where he had been just a second ago looked at me with this kind of 'who are you and what are you doing in my garden' look on her face for a second before turning to her right and staking the guy who's head I'd just put three rounds into. As he exploded into dust she turned and walked toward me to give me a hand up. She looked at my Glock with a kind of puzzled look on her face as I cleared it and put the round that was in the chamber into the magazine before putting it back in the weapon and tucking it back away.
"Those things? Never useful." She said.
"Hey, thanks. What were those guys?"
"Vampires. Can't be killed by bullets. Gotta have crosses, stakes or sunlight."
"Oh. Vampires. So they're real. I guess they must be, seeing as they just tried to kill me. Sorry, and you are?" I was still a little on the adrenaline and I guess my mind wasn't quite working correctly yet.
"Me? I'm the thing that hunts them. Anyway, your okay and they're dust so I'm gone." She turned and started walking away.
"Wait, I don't even know your name or how do I thank you for helping me out?" she stopped and turned back.
"Look, I don't normally get into conversations with people in cemeteries. Besides I still have some patrolling to do and you need to go home."
"Look, I'm not asking for the world here, I just want to know the name of my rescuer. Please." She seemed to hesitate for a second as if deciding to make some kind of commitment.
"My name is Buffy." She seemed about to say something else, but just stood there waiting.
"Buffy. My savior's name is Buffy. Wow."
"Hey, don't make fun of my name; I saved your life mister funny namer guy." She seemed ready to walk away.
"Wait. I think it's a great name. I'm Jake. I'm only in town here for a few days. I'd like the chance to get to thank you properly. What do you say?" At this I'd like to think she looked a little regretful, but she was all business when she said,
"I don't think so. I've gotta go." And she turned and was gone. I picked up my dropped knife and made my way back to where I got attacked and then shot at the first time. Wait. If it was vampires that attacked me and vampires kill by drinking blood then why did they shoot at me? I realized that didn't compute a half second before the gun was pressed up against my skull and the hostile voice on the other end of it told me not to move. Will this night ever end?
"What do you want?" I asked. I put my hands up and relaxed. This I can deal with. I leaned slightly back against the muzzle until he pushed back and I spun quickly to my left hitting the gun with my left hand and my right hand going to his forearm to joint lock and throw him to the ground while I drew my gun and chambered a round.
"I asked you what you wanted, why don't you go ahead and tell me now." He started to push himself up so I put my foot on his back and pushed him back down. "Don't move; just tell me what you want."
"I thought you were someone else." He said.
"Someone you just shoot at and don't talk to first? Who? What do you really want?" he seemed like he didn't want to say anything else and that just wouldn't do, so I pushed down a little harder with my foot.
"I said, what do you really want?"
"Alright, already. I work for a former employer of yours and after you betrayed him he put out a hit on you. I was looking to collect a cool hundred thou if I could take you down."
"That makes a little more sense, but I've never betrayed an employer yet so which one are you talking about." He spilled his guts over the next ten minutes, having a gun pressed to your neck and a few well placed kicks will do that to you. When I'd heard enough to know he wasn't going to tell me everything I knocked him out with a pistol whip. I dragged him into the bushes and left him there, picked up his gun and did a quick little canvas of the area to see what else was hiding in the bushes. I went back to my car and pulled up next to the bush so I could throw him in the back before taking him to a Doctor I'd met the night before. If he didn't want to talk to me, he'd definitely talk for him. After dropping him off I headed back to the hotel room I'd rented for the week. That night as I went to sleep, I dreamed of my blond haired savior and what she could do to me besides save my life.
Suddenly the guy, who's head I was about to put a round into, got this funny kind of look on his face as a pointed wooden stick jutted out of his chest and then he exploded. No, he really exploded, like into a cloud of dust. The petite blond standing behind where he had been just a second ago looked at me with this kind of 'who are you and what are you doing in my garden' look on her face for a second before turning to her right and staking the guy who's head I'd just put three rounds into. As he exploded into dust she turned and walked toward me to give me a hand up. She looked at my Glock with a kind of puzzled look on her face as I cleared it and put the round that was in the chamber into the magazine before putting it back in the weapon and tucking it back away.
"Those things? Never useful." She said.
"Hey, thanks. What were those guys?"
"Vampires. Can't be killed by bullets. Gotta have crosses, stakes or sunlight."
"Oh. Vampires. So they're real. I guess they must be, seeing as they just tried to kill me. Sorry, and you are?" I was still a little on the adrenaline and I guess my mind wasn't quite working correctly yet.
"Me? I'm the thing that hunts them. Anyway, your okay and they're dust so I'm gone." She turned and started walking away.
"Wait, I don't even know your name or how do I thank you for helping me out?" she stopped and turned back.
"Look, I don't normally get into conversations with people in cemeteries. Besides I still have some patrolling to do and you need to go home."
"Look, I'm not asking for the world here, I just want to know the name of my rescuer. Please." She seemed to hesitate for a second as if deciding to make some kind of commitment.
"My name is Buffy." She seemed about to say something else, but just stood there waiting.
"Buffy. My savior's name is Buffy. Wow."
"Hey, don't make fun of my name; I saved your life mister funny namer guy." She seemed ready to walk away.
"Wait. I think it's a great name. I'm Jake. I'm only in town here for a few days. I'd like the chance to get to thank you properly. What do you say?" At this I'd like to think she looked a little regretful, but she was all business when she said,
"I don't think so. I've gotta go." And she turned and was gone. I picked up my dropped knife and made my way back to where I got attacked and then shot at the first time. Wait. If it was vampires that attacked me and vampires kill by drinking blood then why did they shoot at me? I realized that didn't compute a half second before the gun was pressed up against my skull and the hostile voice on the other end of it told me not to move. Will this night ever end?
"What do you want?" I asked. I put my hands up and relaxed. This I can deal with. I leaned slightly back against the muzzle until he pushed back and I spun quickly to my left hitting the gun with my left hand and my right hand going to his forearm to joint lock and throw him to the ground while I drew my gun and chambered a round.
"I asked you what you wanted, why don't you go ahead and tell me now." He started to push himself up so I put my foot on his back and pushed him back down. "Don't move; just tell me what you want."
"I thought you were someone else." He said.
"Someone you just shoot at and don't talk to first? Who? What do you really want?" he seemed like he didn't want to say anything else and that just wouldn't do, so I pushed down a little harder with my foot.
"I said, what do you really want?"
"Alright, already. I work for a former employer of yours and after you betrayed him he put out a hit on you. I was looking to collect a cool hundred thou if I could take you down."
"That makes a little more sense, but I've never betrayed an employer yet so which one are you talking about." He spilled his guts over the next ten minutes, having a gun pressed to your neck and a few well placed kicks will do that to you. When I'd heard enough to know he wasn't going to tell me everything I knocked him out with a pistol whip. I dragged him into the bushes and left him there, picked up his gun and did a quick little canvas of the area to see what else was hiding in the bushes. I went back to my car and pulled up next to the bush so I could throw him in the back before taking him to a Doctor I'd met the night before. If he didn't want to talk to me, he'd definitely talk for him. After dropping him off I headed back to the hotel room I'd rented for the week. That night as I went to sleep, I dreamed of my blond haired savior and what she could do to me besides save my life.