Chapter 2
"Dad…" Buffy looked at him, silently begging him to move swiftly of this subject.
Hank threw his arms up in defeat. "Fine, I was just acting like a father for once."
Buffy slowly walked up to him and whispered, "Too little, too late."
Hank let his mouth hang open. And with that Buffy, almost sprinted to the front door and grabbed her stuff by the door. She turned around.
"Bye Dad." And then she disappeared out of the door. Hank was lost for words. He looked around his apartment, his empty lonely apartment, looking all lonely and empty.
Buffy slowly walked down the litter strewn street mumbling incoherently to herself. Her bag seemed to get heavier and heavier with every step she took. Ho could she be so stupid, stupid enough to make things worse with her father. Her thoughts carried on like this as she slowly walked down the street. Unknown of where she was going Buffy just began to wander, thinking, walking into the darkness of night.
She had been walking some time when her thoughts were disturbed by a loud pitched scream. Buffy looked around frantically for the owner of that voice, her eyes settling on an alley just a stones throw away. You could almost smell the blood, the stench was horrific. Buffy quickly ran to the alley entrance glanced in briefly before screwing up here face in disgust. She looked around the street and spotted a young man (looking old) huddled in a corner with a blanket around him.
She jogged over to him and dropped her bag in front of him. She bent down, unzipped the bag and pulled out a rather large pointy axe. It was a miracle that I fitted in there. The man looked at her with fear burning in his eyes. Buffy smiled slightly, "Don't worry." She began to quickly strap the axe to her back, and then she pulled out a crossbow and put it on the floor. Buffy zipped up the bag and pushed it towards the man. "Look after that," she said with complete and utter seriousness. Buffy sprang of the floor and sprinted to the alley wielding her crossbow.
She stood at the mouth of the alley. Buffy smirked slightly, "The demon thang, such a cliché. Big claws, sharp teeth and big hairy scales…" The demon looked at her and promptly sent out a spurt of orangey yellowy fire from its mouth. Buffy's smirk disappeared, "And you breathe fire, oh sh…" Another spurt of fire appeared and Buffy dove out of the way. Getting to her feet, Buffy lifted her crossbow and released an arrow at the demon. It had no affect, he, it, just ripped the arrow out of its chest. "Crap…" said Buffy as she chucked away the crossbow. She slowly slipped of the Axe from her back. "Plan B," she sighed and held her axe in an attack stance.
Buffy continued to fight and fight the Demon. Hacking at it with the axe, getting various cuts and bruises. The Demon bared its teeth. Looked like It was grinning is some sort a creepy way. Buffy gave it her best right hook, only to find a shoot of pain going through her fist. "Ahh…" cried Buffy pulling her hand back to her chest, only to be smacked against the wall. She stumbled up again. This Demon was strong, and it smelt funny. Her bruises and injuries were starting to take their toll on Buffy. She was burnt and battered, but still she fought on as she always had. And always will. Yet again Buffy stood in attack stance poised with her Axe. Taking a deep breathe she sprang forward smacking the scary Beastie across the chest with the butt of this killing implement. She quickly retracted her arm. But she wasn't quick enough and the axe was tugged out of her small grasping hands. Buffy could just stand surprised. There was a crack and the Demon had snapped the Axe in half and chucked both halves to the side. The Demon snarled even more angrily and using its razor sharp claws it flung Buffy aside. She slammed into the wall, groaning in the process. She looked down at her stomach and the remnants of her top covering it. There were 3 long gashes striped across her. Her t-shirt slowly began to absorb the blood spilling out of her cuts. She touched her injuries gingerly and looked at the blood on her fingers. Glistening in the moon light. Then everything seemed to go silent and Buffy was caught in her own little world just staring at her hands. The Demon crawled closer ready for the finishing blow.
"Buffy?" Came a voice Buffy vaguely recognised. Then it was louder, "BUFFY!"
With that, Buffy looked up, brought back down to earth with a thud. She looked around frantically to see who it was.
Dun Dun Duuunnnnn. Who will it be?