Dave just looked around. His backside had made a fairly large indentation in the brick wall. In point of fact, if the vampire had thrown him harder, he might've gone completely through it. Yet… here he was, conscious, seemingly unhurt, and without even a minor ache or pain. An idea popped into his head. Still leaning against the wall, he balled his fist, and swung it into the bricks as hard as he could.
SMASH! Several bricks collapsed through to the other side.
He could probably easily escape with a few more hits… but he suddenly wasn't interested in escape, recycling, his mom's birthday, or how he was even alive right now. He turned his eyes towards the vampires, who had been standing speechless through the entire ordeal, and started walking toward them, slowly.
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Buffy heard the commotion down the alley, and quickly jumped from the roof she had been walking upon, but what she saw when she got there was not what she was expecting.
God, I'm too late. She chided herself, when she saw the vampire throw the guy into the brick wall. However, things changed from there on out. Normally Slaying isn't a spectator sport, but tonight, she was getting quite a show. These vamps, who thought they had total control of the situation, found that their quarry was… not normal. She couldn't figure out herself what exactly he was. Half-demon, magically enhanced, or what. But he seemed just as surprised to find out that he was whatever he was as she was. If anyone ever heard the way I think... they'd get confused... Buffy mused.
He had no fighting style, per se, he just threw punches that seemed to flatten the vamps whenever they hit. But he wasn't as fast as them. After a few minutes, they had what was clearly a stalemate… since he couldn't kill them; because he didn't have a stake, and sunrise wasn't for hours yet, and they couldn't kill him; simply because he seemed to be either immune to harm, or completely oblivious to pain. Buffy decided to end the fray. She leapt down from her perch silently and dusted one vamp the second she landed behind him.
Both the guy and vamp looked stunned, but the guy took advantage of the situation to grab the other vampire, who had been the shorter of the two, and push him towards Buffy, keeping him off-balance, so as to make an easy target. He was dust a second later.
"So, you going to introduce yourself, or do I just call you 'That guy who can get punched in the head a lot and not feel it'?" Buffy asked, with an apprehensive grin on her face.
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"Uhhh…." Dave said, even more intelligently than he had answered the vampire.
"David," he finally said, "my name's Dave." He extended a hand in friendship, and she took it. "I take it you're a… professional… vampire killer?"
"Slayer," she said, half-smiling, "actually, that's the term, Vampire Slayer. But yeah. What are you?"
"No idea. I think it's because of this stuff that my cousin made."
"But you're human, right?"
"Yup."
"What was the stuff?" Buffy asked.
"I wish I could tell you, but honestly, I have no idea. I thought I was grabbing a chocolate shake, and instead, I drink this nasty formula that Warren and his dorksquad made, next thing I know, I'm laying on my back on the kitchen floor, and everyone's gone."
"Whoa-whoa, wait… Warren? Warren… ummm, what's his last name? And Jonathan and Andrew?" Buffy asked, now somewhat annoyed.
Dave snapped his fingers as if remembering something vital. "Ah! That's it! Andrew! I can never remember the blond, whiny one's name, but yeah, them…. Wait, how do you know them?"
"They've been a thorn in my butt for the past few months. Almost got me killed a few times too, but then again, who hasn't?"
"You've gotta be kidding me…" Dave said, unbelieving… well… almost unbelieving… if this woman was the resident vampire killer and general do-gooder in Sunnydale, it was wholly possible that the dork trio, having been a self-proclaimed menace, would…
"Oh my god!" David exclaimed, slapping his forehead. "You're the one they're always talking about! Buffy! Holy… I thought that was like, their favorite… porn star… or something… now it all makes sense… I've heard them use the word 'Slayer' at least a couple of times. Mostly in the negative sense. They're always talking about what they want to do to you, I thought they were just being perverts, but I guess they were talking about… revenge stuff, planning, and whatnot." He said, now grimacing.
Buffy just had an indefinable look upon her face. Her eyes were slightly glaring, from the porn star reference, and her mouth was open slightly, and she let out a single, light laugh.
"So, where are they now?" she asked carefully, still slightly annoyed about the porn star name insinuation.
"No clue. They left me on my kitchen floor after I drank the stuff. Took all their equipment, packed up and moved out."
"You wouldn't be trying to protect them… would you?" Buffy asked, with new suspicion… if this was Warren's cousin, there's no telling what he might do to keep him safe…
"Trust me, there's very little in the way of family bonding in our, well… family. I let Warren and his dorks stay with me because they promised to split the rent and utilities. Plus there's the fact that he left me for dead on my kitchen floor. That kind of irks me, now that I think about it. I'd be happy to let you know if I hear from them. You got a number?" Dave asked, grabbing his schoolbag from the ground and handing her a small piece of paper and a pen. She didn't write her number down right away, but when he gave her a small 'oh please' eye-roll, she simply chuckled and wrote down her number.
"I promise not to misuse it," he said, tucking the note into his jeans pocket, and smiled at her.
"You'd better not." She said, mock-sternly.
"I'll see you later, goodnight."
"Um, yeah, I'm still on patrol until sunup, but see you later."
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I'm so calling her, whether I hear from them or not...
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He'd better call me, whether he hears from them or not...