Disclaimer: Yeah, yeah. I don't own anyone. Also, one of Buffy's reactions was roughly taken from Miss Congeniality. If you know the movie, you'll know where. If you don't, you wouldn't have sued me about it anyway.
In a Little Coffee Shop
Risika woke up in the late morning, having decided the night before that she'd enjoy an actual day out. So, when she woke up, she pulled on a black tank top and khaki capris, and strolled to her favorite little coffee shop, only a few blocks from her house. She got there and sat down at a table in the corner.
"Good morning, Elizabeth!" The waitress' name is Alexis, and she works in the coffee shop for some extra money in the summer. Naturally, Risika doesn't give the humans her real name – they have a tendency to notice that she doesn't age.
"The usual?" Risika nodded. She always got a cup of coffee so that her presence would go unnoticed. Coffee cup in hand, she started watching the other customers, as was her custom. This morning was fairly dull. First were two older teachers complaining about pay cuts. Then, a young couple came in, also whining about money issues. Did these mortals think of anything but money?
Then, someone different came in. She was a small older teen with the shimmery golden-blonde hair many girls would kill for. She walked with a fighter's grace, but Risika could tell she was an amateur. Her eyes were big and liquidy, as though she was about to cry. For some odd reason, she seemed familiar to Risika, though the vampire was sure she'd never met the girl in her abnormally long life.
Then, Risika laughed. The girl had started talking to herself. Oh, wait. She had a diary! Even better! She listened with sharpened ears. When she heard what the girl was saying she started laughing harder at the irony of it. "Buffy's Diary, Vacation. Well, my trip here was a very long plane flight, and completely uneventful. Well, I'm looking forward to a vampire free vacation, and will now get a cup of coffee at this very normal looking coffee shop."
Risika suddenly realized where she'd known the girl from. The TV show! Buffy the Vampire Slayer! She'd always thought it was a pitiful show, though mildly amusing. That girl would not last a day in the REAL world! Suddenly, Risika had an idea. She had been looking for some fun!
Risika got up, taking her cup of coffee with her. She went over to where Buffy was sitting, and smiled at the young human. "Hello! Are you new in Concord?" Without asking for permission, she sat down in the chair across from Buffy.
However, Buffy seemed happy for the company. "Actually, yes. It's my first time here – I'm just on vacation. I come from California. Do you live here?"
Perfect, Risika thought. She's falling for it hook, line, and sinker. "Actually, I do. Do you want a guide? I can show you all of the historical places, and I know a spot with some great nightlife!" She smiled enticingly.
"Oh!" Buffy seemed delighted. "That would be great, if it wouldn't be too much of an imposition. Do you know much about the history?"
Risika bit back a laugh. "Not an imposition at all. There's nothing better to do around here anyway. And as to history, I know more than you could imagine. History is a bit of a fascination of mine," seeing as I lived it. Risika didn't say that last part out loud, because the game would be so much more fun if Buffy were kept in the dark. The two 'girls' left the coffee shop after paying.
For the rest of the day, Risika led Buffy in a genuine tour of the town, showing her all of the interesting historical sites, keeping a running commentary or historical facts. Luckily Buffy didn't seem very interested in lunch. During the day, Risika decided to take a look into Buffy's mind.
What she found was quite laughable. She had no problem prying – the 'Slayer' had no mental walls up, or any other form of protection. In looking in the girl's mind, she saw she was right. This was indeed the world-renowned Slayer. In looking, she saw that the girl had a nasty habit of making her deeds seem greater than they actually were. For instance, the last time she went on a vampire hunt at night, when the vampire jumped down behind her, she let out a high-pitched shriek of terror. Things like that.
It was not with reluctance that Risika bid Buffy goodbye for a few hours. Babysitting a human teen was exhausting! Before Risika took off, Buffy tried to get her to come to dinner. "Come on! I have to do something to make it up to you for giving me a tour! Please?" She looked as though she were about to cry again. Buffy seemed to do that a lot.
However, Risika declined. "I'm sorry. I'm a bit picky about what I eat. I'll get a bite at home." She smiled, and before Buffy could protest was gone.
Buffy turned to Risika. "We can go wherever..." Her voice faded away as she noticed Risika was nowhere to be seen. "That's odd. I guess I'll get dinner and wait at the coffee shop for her." She shrugged and walked toward and interesting looking restaurant.
Meanwhile, Risika was at her house, preparing for that night. First, she swapped her black shirt for a bright red tank top, over which she put a sheer gold-flecked black long sleeve shirt. Then, she got out a pen and paper.
'Dear' Aubrey,
I know we're not on the best of terms, but I'd like to ask a favor of you and Jess. Don't make me force you, as you know I could. It'd be more fun this way. Today, a young lady, by the name of Buffy Summers came into Concord. I decided she could do with a bit of tutoring about the real world. I think it should be quite amusing, and it might be even better if more of us are in on this little joke. Be at Las Noches tonight at nine. You'll know what to do.
Yours, Risika
Risika folded her letter, put it in an envelope addressed simply to Aubrey, and sealed it. She then transported herself into Aubrey's territory and left the note in the street, with a black rose on top. She stayed just long enough for him to sense her presence, and then left to hunt, in her own territory.
Risika decided everything would be so much more fun if she were blatantly vampiric, hence the red and black. Though she was usually quite clean, she left a bit of blood from her kill on her lips, glimmering like vibrant lip-gloss. Perfect, she thought.
She transported herself back home and climbed into her car. She had a black Jaguar, with the vanity plate PREDATOR. She smirked as she drove up to the coffee shop, where she knew Buffy would be waiting. "Hop in!" Buffy was, indeed sitting outside the coffee shop, and got in the car without any hesitation.
Buffy, in her overly peppy, cheerleader way, spoke. "So, where we going? Is it far? I don't want to stay too late – I'm already a bit tired."
Risika smiled. "Don't worry. Not too far. You go ahead and nap. It's no offense at all." As she said that, she reached out with her mind and put Buffy into a deep sleep. Then, she transported all of them – herself, Buffy, and the car to New York, in New Mayhem. She drove the conventional way for about five more minutes, and woke up Buffy when they neared Los Noches. "Wake up, Sleepy. We're here!"
Buffy looked around in surprise. "How long was I asleep? I must've been more tired than I thought. Nice lip gloss, by the way. Great color!"
Risika grinned. How oblivious was this girl? "Thanks. And you were out for a while. Don't worry, it was a boring trip anyway. Here we are." Risika parked the car and led the unsuspecting Slayer into Las Noches.
As usual, the nightclub had blasting loud music, even louder to Risika's heightened senses, a bright red strobe light, and a mixture of humans, vampires, and everything in between. The furniture was black, and the mirrors covering the walls were still broken from Risika's fight with Aubrey. That suited Risika fine – her reflection's absence was less likely to be noticed with shattered mirrors.
"Great place!" Buffy shouted over the din. Risika restrained herself from laughing out loud. Two of the strongest vampires in the world in one room (for Risika could feel Aubrey there), and the almighty Slayer couldn't sense a thing!
"Want anything to drink?" Risika offered Buffy.
"Alright. What do they have here?"
"Pretty much anything you could want." Risika smiled, the blood on her lips glinting in the red strobe.
"Whatever you get is fine." Risika got two drinks, and sat back down at the eerie mushroom-like table. For a couple of minutes, Risika and Buffy talked about everything that had no meaning whatsoever. Then, Risika felt Aubrey come closer, and sensed Jess with him as well.
However, instead of simply walking across the whole room, they walked halfway, and then teleported the rest of the way. Suddenly, they were right behind Risika, and Buffy let out and earsplitting shriek of fright. She grabbed at the cross around her neck, and held it out. The three vampires reacted in no way other than to each raise one eyebrow in identical expressions of disdain.
"Anything wrong?" Risika asked innocently, one eyebrow still pointing skywards.
"I thought I saw..." Buffy's voice trailed off lamely. "I mean, ah ... I forgot to pray before taking a drink! Yes, that's it. Forgot to pray." She got off the chair onto her knees, still holding the cross forward. "Dear Lord, thank you for the drink I'm about to receive, and please don't let me get to drunk. Being drunk would be bad. Yeah..." She finished her 'prayer' a bit lamely, and got back into her seat.
Risika struggled not to fall on the floor laughing. "Did Aubrey scare you? Little ol' Aubrey?" She grinned, knowing he would be infuriated. She turned around slightly, and saw that Aubrey had indeed known what to do. He was dressed in a sleeveless black shirt which showed off his muscled arms, which were heavily tattooed with hellish beasts from different mythologies. He wore his customary upsidedown golden cross around his neck, and black pants. The whole effect was so thoroughly stereotypically vampiric that Risika wasn't surprised that even the oblivious Buffy was startled.
She nodded in greeting to Aubrey, and then to Jess, who was dressed just as stunningly in all black flecked with silver that accented her naturally pale skin. Her eyes were dark; she hadn't bothered to change the color they'd switched to after she'd been turned into a vampire. Her lips were bright red – Risika couldn't tell if it was true lipstick or blood as she was using. All in all, Jess looked like something strait out of a horror movie.
Risika turned back to Buffy. "Two of my ... acquaintances. Aubrey and Jess, meet Buffy. She's from California."
Buffy blushed. "Hi. I'm sorry, you just startled me. Old habits die hard, I guess. D'you want a drink?" Buffy attempted to cover her fright with a change in subject.
Aubrey started to laugh, a cold, cruel sound. Jess and Risika, realizing what he found funny joined in. After the three vampires had gotten control of themselves, Aubrey addressed Buffy, all courtesy. "I apologize for laughing, a bit of an inside joke. Anyway, I'd love a drink, but not right now. Thank you." Risika and Jess smirked, knowing what Aubrey was really talking about.
After that, Buffy seemed fairly eager to leave, so it wasn't long before she and Risika got into the car again. Once again, Risika sent Buffy into a deep sleep while she transported the car mentally back to the coffee shop. After that, they made plans to meet again in the morning.
Risika went back to her house, and jotted another note to Aubrey before falling into bed, and going into the deep, dreamless sleep of a vampire.
Ather-black – Hope you liked this too. Sorry I won't be around for a long time.
Athtor: Glad you enjoy my bashing. And in calling her 'everyone's favorite slayer', I was being sarcastic. Sorry, I tend to forget that on fanfic, people don't necessarily read things the way I mean them. Just a clue – anything nice I say about Buffy is most likely sarcasm.
Jade Limill: Thanks. This chapter answer your question? Though because of your request, (and how this chapter practically wrote itself) I will put in more of him than I was originally planning.