Disclaimer: I own nothing of AVP or Buffy, Yunalesca nd Death Strike are my own
Chapter 2
She reached up a pale hand and stroked his cheek, Death Strike purred at the feeling of her cool flesh touching his. Then he felt the sharp stinging pain as that same hand reeled back and delivered a harsh smack to the side of his face. He almost roared in anger when he looked back at Yuna's lovely face and saw a deep set hurt burning in her steely blue eyes.
"You left me here alone you…you, BASTARD!"
Yuna was breathing heavily, her eyes were narrowed in anger and tears were threatening to spill at any moment. Death Strike dropped his mandibles in shock and reached up to touch his smarting cheek. He cocked his head to one side and clicked irritably; Yuna visibly relaxed and retracted her claws, but did not drop her guard.
"Feel better?" asked Death Strike in predator tongue.
Yuna tilted her head and watched the giant predator from the corner of her eyes, like an animal stalking its prey. It was a look that unnerved Death Strike to no end, he squirmed uncomfortably.
"I'm fine" replied Yuna speaking in the same language.
"Why are you here Death Strike?" Yuna asked circling him as though she was cornering a demon. "You left no hunter's behind the last time you came"
Death Strike walked up to the hybrid and cupped a clawed hand to her cheek. He cocked his head and purred.
"I came back for you Yunalesca; I made the biggest mistake when I made you stay" He poured out "I've come to ask if you would like to come back to Yautja with me…the High Elders wish to speak with you, and I …um miss you…a lot"
Yuna backed away from the large alien and thought for a moment, then looked back up at him.
"Alright" she said "Come back tomorrow night at 11 my shift ends at 11:30"
Death Strike nodded and turned to jump out the window, she called him back.
"Death Strike wait!" she called.
He turned back to face her, his mask shielding his face.
"Yunalesca?"
Yuna ran over and threw her arms around the large predator's neck and pulled him against her. She buried her face into his chest and breathed in his slightly musky scent.
"I missed you too" she whispered.
Death Strike wrapped his arms around Yuna's waist and purred in content. Pulling back from her, he turned and leapt out the window and ran towards his cloaked vessel. In the distance a loud clank and a string of Yautja curses could be heard…Death Strike had been so distracted that he forgot where his vessel was and had ran straight into the starboard door. Yuna smirked and got ready for a quick patrol of the neighborhood.
After a successful patrol, Yuna returned to her apartment to clean and buff her three demon skulls, she placed them on her trophy wall. The trophy wall contained skulls from different breeds of demon and vampire teeth. Sighing deeply Yuna headed over to her weapons cabinet and opened the doors to look at the Yautja style mask; she ran her slightly clawed fingers over the mark that labeled her an honored warrior on the forehead of the pewter mask. Memories of hunting and sparring rushed through her mind at the sight of the mark, noticing the sun rising slowly through the eastern window of her apartment Yuna turned and walked into the bathroom for a nice relaxing shower.
As the steam rose in the bathroom, Yuna stared at her reflection in the full length mirror. Her usually dull and lifeless crystal blue eyes with flecks of golden amber were surprisingly bright; her long limber body was pale and well defined. Her long legs and arms had well toned muscles and her large round breasts that would seem heavy stood high and proud as a young girls. Her numerous battle scars, pink from the force of the water; stood out from her pale glistening flesh. And her long blue black hair fell down her back in predator like dreadlocks, down past her waist with silver bolts in each dread.
Some of the blood from Ilyria still flowed through her veins and had given her flesh a bluish tint and light blue speckling down her body, people just thought that it was a tattoo. Yuna could not understand what Death Strike liked about her.
Yuna's train of thought was interrupted when the phone rang, it was Buffy.
"Hello" Yuna said into the hand set
"Yunnie, its Buffy" Buffy's high pitched voice called out from the other end of the line
"Oh hey Buffy…what's up?"
"Nothing much, I'm in town visiting Dad and wondered if you might wanna have lunch."
"Sure…meet me at Café Palmetto at 12:00"
"Ok…seeya"
"Bye Buff"
Yuna hung up and went to get ready.
At the Yautja Vessel
Death Strike was on the bridge, nursing an ice pack against his bruised forehead. Running head first into a Yautja War Carrier is not good for one's head; he was informing his crew of his intention to bring Yunalesca back with him. Although it was hard to do so, on account of the fact that they kept sniggering at his ever growing bruise.
"Quiet you sons of bitches, now I know you all came here to hunt oomans and you have all collected many trophies, I am proud of you all; but I came here for another reason. My prospective mate is here and will be joining us tonight, will warn you now…though she may appear to be human she is also half Yautja and part Vampire. She is a lot stronger than all of you combined, so no one will provoke or agitate her unless they want their balls pulled out through their throat. Have I made my self clear?" Death Strike yelled to his crew
The five warriors stood tall and roared in agreement. Death strike turned and headed down to his quarters, to heal his bruise. Once he was gone the warriors were rolling around on the floor in laughter, they had never seen anything so funny as when their captain had run face first into the side of their ship.
Café Palmetto
Yuna was waiting in her favorite booth for her little sister; as usual Buffy gave the term 'fashionably late' new meaning. So far she had drunk three cups of coffee and rejected 10 lunch offers from random male customers. In laments terms Buffy was 30 minutes late. Yuna was actually glad that she hadn't dressed up for the occasion, decked out in a short black leather skirt and a white floaty tunic top. She saw a streak of blond come flying across the street narrowly dodging a semi trailer as she went; it was Buffy…or a red faced disheveled version of the tiny slayer. Buffy ran up and stopped directly in front of the tall hybrid, trying desperately to catch her breath; Yuna stood up and smiled at her sister. Buffy straightened up and gaped at her sister, she barely even reached Yuna's chest; Yuna reached forward and drew her little sister into a warm hug.
"Hey baby sis, did ya miss me?" Yuna said warmly.
"Of course I did Yune" replied Buffy as she returned the embrace.
The two women sat down ad opposite ends of the small table, Yuna looked at her sister; knowing the real reason she had come to LA.
"Why are you really here Buffy?" She asked "so far I can smell four different slayers through out the restaurant and two more out there in the street"
Buffy shifted nervously in the chair, looking guilty.
"Alright…I'm here on official slayer business; something in the area has been killing demons and taking their heads as trophies. Some of the local vampires have also had their fangs torn out." Buffy replied seriously "do you know anything about this?"
Yuna stared into Buffy's green eyes and tilted her head slightly, giving her that same unnerving look.
"Yes" she said simply "I know what's been killing those demons…me"
Buffy's mouth dropped open in shock.
"Their heads are my trophies, they fought me, hunted me so I killed them." She continued "I only kill demons that threaten me, or hurt other humans"
"But you're decapitating them and keeping their skulls" she responded in disgust "what make you want to do something like that? you're a slayer not a hunter"
Yuna sighed "you're wrong, you are a slayer…I'm just your guardian"
"I'm a hunter, blooded by the Yautja race and accepted as one of their own" she whispered harshly.
"Two years ago they turned me into a hybrid and made me a warrior, I fell in love with the captain of one of their war ships and now I am going back to their planet with them"
Yuna stood up to leave; Buffy grabbed her fore arm in a vice like grip.
She looked down at the slayer.
"No!" Buffy growled "You are coming with me and you will explain your actions to the council of slayers"
The other slayers were beginning to surround the two sisters, willow was with them. To prevent a scene she had placed a time freezing spell on the entire area. Yuna looked down at her sister and glared.
"What makes you think that you ever had the right to order me around?"
Wrenching her arm back Yuna delivered a rib shattering blow to Buffy's gut and flipped away from the gasping slayer. Activating the small cloaking device hidden in her watch, she raced away from the group of demon hunters and headed back to her apartment. She jumped in through the window and grabbed a bag, in a rush she threw in her weapons, both human and Yautja, her armour, and a change of clothes. She also took another bag and quickly but carefully placed her trophies inside, making sure not to damage them. Once she had collected what she required, Yuna jumped down to the garage and leapt onto her motorbike. Revving the engine she took off towards the Yautja ship, the only place she knew would be safe.
Once Yuna arrived she jumped off her bike, grabbed her bags and whacked on her mask to locate the ship. As soon as she found the vessel she reached up and banged heavily on the broad metal hatch.
Looking behind her she saw the slayers all surrounding her, Buffy was at the head of the herd.
"Stop this now Yuna, come with us and you will be treated fairly" Buffy called "resist and you will die!"
"Let me guess; now you're going to say 'Resistance is Futile'?" Yuna smirked.
Buffy was about to initiate the attack when a group of hunters all materialized around her. Death Strike was leading, he gave Buffy the once over and clicked in amusment. He looked up at Yuna.
"this is your sister?" he asked "I was expecting more from your blood lines"
He then tuned to Buffy and spoke in perfect English.
"Yunalesca is coming with me, she is a warrior of my clan…not a prisoner of yours"
And with that the warriors all cloaked, including Yuna and walked into the ship. The gigantic vessel lifted off the ground leaving a very shocked group of slayers still trying to comprehend what had just happened.
Yuna was in Death Strike's quarters changing into her Yautja clothing, which was really nothing more than a bikini top and a short loincloth skirt that left her thighs bare. She looked out the window as the earth slowly got smaller and smaller, tears stung her eyes. She started singing to sooth her wild emotions.
Alegria
Come un lampo di vita
Alegria
Come un pazzo gridar
Alegria
Del delittuoso grido
Bella ruggente pena,
Seren
Come la rabbia di amar
Alegria
Come un assalto di gioia
Death strike stood in the door way an watched as his beautiful huntress, was singing sadly to her departing planet. It tore is heart in two seeing her this upset.
Alegria
I see a spark of life shining
Alegria
I hear a young minstrel sing
Alegria
Beautiful roaring scream
Of joy and sorrow,
So extreme
There is a love in me raging
Alegria
A joyous,
Magical feeling
He wntered the room and stood behind her, notwanting to interupt the enchanting performance.
Alegria
Como la luz de la vida
Alegria
Como un payaso que grita
Alegria
Del estupendo grito
De la tristeza loca
Serena
Como la rabia de amar
Alegria
Como un asalto de felicidad
When she finished Yuna collapsed onto the floor, powerful sobs racked her body as she cried for the sister she had lost. Death Strike knelt down beside her and took the sobbing hybrid into his arms, rocking her gently in an attempt to comfort her. He hoped that she would find peace in the life he was going to give her.
TBC
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