Author's Note: Back in 2003, I wondered what it would be like for Barnabas Collins to meet a vampire slayer and what problems would come from it. This story is the result of that idea. Being a huge fan of "Buffy, the Vampire Slayer" and "Angel", I have adopted a few aspects from Joss Whedon's vampire world into my story. One, there is a female vampire slayer whose primary purpose is to hunt down and rid the world of vampires; and second, the vampires do not have to live in a coffin during the day. The reader may notice a few other similarities to Whedon's BTVS world but these two are the primary ones. This story is not a cross-over since the vampire slayer is NOT Buffy and has her own back-story.
Chapter 1
Present Day
The illuminated sunset spread across the horizon on a cool, autumn evening, as a westerly breeze blew through a dimly light suburban street. A shadowy stranger hid in the eclipse of a huge oak tree which stood across the street from a playground.
Down the deserted street, a young brunette girl walked alone. With his keen hearing, the stranger heard her muttering, "I don't like walking all alone. What will I do? I'm so defenseless." With great interest and excitement, he stood and watched as she headed in his direction. Then he saw another figure approaching her from behind. It moved quietly and swiftly, ready to pounce on her. Aware of its kind, he knew it would take her as its victim. For one split moment, he thought of rushing to her side and striking this creature down. But at that moment, the girl spun around and stood face-to-face with her attacker.
As he watched, the girl changed from the prey to the attacker. She did not appear as the helpless, frighten girl anymore but stood as an aggressive warrior, ready for the kill. The approaching creature looked like a man but his face was marked with evil, yellow glowing eyes, growling furiously at her. Immediately an eruption of hand-to-hand combat started and lasted for several intense minutes. The stranger watched, his adrenalin increased his cravings, his veins burned with lustful desires.
The male creature seemed to be taking control over the girl, pinning her to the ground. He bent over her, his mouth opened wide and two long fangs came very close to her neck. When all seemed hopeless, suddenly, there was an incredibly loud explosion and the attacker turned into dust, raining upon the girl. She was holding a wooden stake right in front of her chest.
The stranger stood motionless, watching her every precise move. As she stood up and wiped herself off, she started to walk in his direction again. He thought about his next move, to approach her or not. She definitely was not the helpless, defenseless girl he once thought. She intrigued him and his ambition to meet her grew with each approaching step.
No, he thought, this was not the time to meet her. That vanquished creature's approach was all wrong, which cost him his existence. She was dangerous to his kind but that also excited him. If he were to step out of the darkness now, after her recent encounter, she might mistake him for another attacker. With that weapon and accuracy she possessed, it would certainly do him in. That would be his greatest mistake.
As the girl approached, he noticed her features more clearly. She was not a girl at all, but a young woman of about twenty-five or thirty. Her short, brunette hair shined under the street lights. Her 5' 4" frame moved with grace and appeared weightless as she glided along. She chuckled softly as she passed the large oak tree where he hid. Her whole body seemed to radiate an essence that seemed ageless. He had to get close to her and find out more about her power.
As she continued down the street, he stepped out from behind the shadows and watched her. If she were to turn around and observe him, she would see a tall six foot man, wearing a dark cloak draped over his broad shoulders which experienced endless years of suffering. His dark hair, thin in the front, graced his face, and dark piercing eyes that could see through to a person's soul. He held a silver wolf's head cane in one hand as the other hand rested upon it. On his index figure sat a black onyx ring, a treasure he possessed through the endless years. With indeterminate years to his age, his features included a power that radiated both passion and fear to victims who experienced his wrath. He felt a kinship with her that stirred a forgotten emotion but also alarmed him. Has he met his match after all these centuries?