By J. B. Tilton email: K+ (for mild language)
Disclaimer: "Buffy, The Vampire Slayer" and all related characters and events are the property of Josh Whedon, except for those characters specifically created for this story. This is a work of fan fiction and no infringement of copyright is intended.
Buffy must face a vampire that has killed at least fourteen Slayers. And who doesn't restrict her victims to just the Slayer but also goes after the Slayer's family and friends as well.
ONE
Buffy Summers stood against the headstone of a nearby grave. Holding a sharpened wooden stake in her right hand, she scanned the graveyard for any sight of movement. A single drop of blood trickled from a minor cut on her forehead; a cut that would be totally healed before morning.
He was still here, she knew that. It had been only dumb luck that she had happened across the vampire just before he drained the blood of an unsuspecting young girl. If she had not decided to cut through the cemetery on her way home from the nights' patrol, evil would have claimed another victim.
Normally, a single vampire wasn't much of a threat for the Slayer. But this didn't seem to be any normal vampire. His strength and agility was greater than most vampires. Dispatching this vampire should have taken only seconds. Instead, the fight was still going on after ten minutes.
Suddenly, to her left, she noticed movement behind a tree. The form was indistinct, but she was sure it was the vampire. A light mist filtered through the graveyard obscuring everything beyond a few feet. But Buffy knew she had her prey.
Cautiously, she moved around behind the tree where the vampire lurked. She crouched behind a bush and looked toward the tree. The vampire was still there. Looking around, no doubt trying to find his prey. Buffy gripped the stake all the tighter, and then moved up to the tree.
"Hi there, tall, dark, and scary," she said. "Looking for me?"
The vampire spun around, not realizing Buffy had gotten behind him. He snarled at her, showing the two fangs protruding from his mouth. He charged at her, intent on draining the life from her.
Buffy was ready for the attack. Deftly, she moved to one side, sticking her foot out, tripping the vampire. He tumbled to the ground unable to stop his forward momentum. As he spun to rise from the ground Buffy struck. She staked the vampire and he vanished into a pile of dust on the ground.
"Well," she said, "that was a fun evening."
Pleased with the nights' work, she strode through the graveyard heading for home. On a hilltop overlooking the graveyard, a woman and two men stood watching the scene below. The two men had the wrinkled brow and fang teeth that showed them to be vampires. The woman, about twenty years old with long flowing black hair, appeared to be human. Her looks were deceiving.
"We should have helped," demanded one of the men. "The three of us could have taken the Slayer. Now, Lucas is dead."
"It doesn't matter," said the woman. "I've learned a great deal about this Slayer. She's no ordinary Slayer, this one. We'll have to be careful with her."
She turned to one of the men.
"Gather some of the locals together," she ordered. "Bring them to the mausoleum before sunup. We'll use them to gather the information I'll need to defeat this Slayer."
The vampire simply nodded. Obediently, he moved out of the graveyard to locate others of his kind.
"We could have taken her," repeated the second man.
"I don't think so, Sebastian," said the woman. "She defeated Lucas easily enough. Don't worry, Sebastian. We'll avenge Lucas's death. Of that, I promise you."
Without another word, the woman and male vampire turned and moved toward the mausoleum located in the center of the graveyard.