Kimberly, the Vampire Slayer
Truth, Lies, and Blind Guys
Chapter 3
By: Wishbear-chan
With guest writer: KimberliAisha
A/N: Is anyone still reading this? Um, hi this is Wishbear. I just wanted to say sorry for the long over due for this chapter. Kim-Sha helped with a lot, cause I had serious writer's block somewhere smack in the middle. I had beginning and end, so Kim-Sha 'fixed' the fight and some other thing. Ok I blabbed a lot and KimberliAisha doesn't want to say anything so here's the third chapter.
"Kim, watch out," Trini screamed as the branch flew overhead. She watched as the young woman rushed to put her life in danger once again. Biting her lower lip as she observed Kim flying through the area.
"Trini, don't worry I've been doing this for years."
"That's the part that scares me."
"Oh relax, its just driving," Kim said as they sped across a residential area, at 78 miles an hour. Trini quickly glanced at the rising speedometer, her knuckles turning a lighter shade of white as she hung onto the seats of the new Kia Sportage. She shut her eyes as she heard the screams of a young boy as Kimberly attempted to do a left hand turn into the new Live Wire Dojo's parking lot. The car came to a screeching halt at 92 mph, barely missing the fire hydrant and the litter of pups surrounding it.
Kim leaned over shutting off her CD player as the Blink 182 song came to an end. Trini looked down at the deep nail marks she made in the new upholstery. Shaking, she ejected herself from the small SUV, "Never again. Never, ever, ever again."
A purple Cadillac Escalade pulled into the parking space next to Kim's champagne colored Kia Sportage. Loud heavy metal music blared from the cracks in the windows. The music came to a stop as the driver's door swung open and Tommy Oliver stepped out. Kim's doe eyes widen as she heard a chorus of giggling and realized it was not only from Trini, but also her self as well. "Nice ride."
"Great show of testosterone."
"I'm taking it to Maacco next week."
"But Tommy," Trini said walking towards the door, "purple is the new black."
"It's slimming." Tommy grunted a reply as he grabbed a large duffle bag from the back of his utility vehicle.
Kim looked down at her watch as the three stepped inside. "Hey Tommy? Didn't your opening start fifteen minutes ago."
"Yes it did."
Both girls looked up at the ex red rangers, correction two very perturbed ex red rangers, who appeared at leader boy's sides.
"Hey guys, I was just on my way in."
"We noticed. Why do you even bother owning a watch Oliver?"
"Well if you must know DeSantos, my mother bought it for me."
"Well that was a waste of money wasn't it?"
Kim rolled her cinnamon eyes at Rocky's comment; "You're last naming him already?" She pushed the three former red rangers out of the doorway with the help of Trini. "Tommy's always late, you should expect it."
"Hey!"
"Oh it's true, Tommy." Trini said, "Now this is suppose to be your grand opening, you three should go have fun."
"Anyways," Kim started, "maybe she should have bought you a red purse to match the purple in your car, just like Tinky Winky," she said squeezing between Tommy and Rocky.
"Hahaha missed your glorious sense of humor Kim."
"Who's Tinky Winky?" Rocky said as they walked into the dojo.
Trini smacked Rocky on the butt "I'll tell you later."
DeSantos, Scott, and Oliver
Live Wire Dojo
7:25 pm Opening Party
Kim looked around hearing the bickering of the three males. She watched people she's known all her life and a few new people converse with one another. "Hey, someone better stop Justin," Kim got everyone's attention onto the fifteen year old genius holding a beer can. Jason immediately left to go stop the display of underage drinking.
"Shame, already trying drunk-fu."
"I believe you were that age when you tried it, Rocky." His cheeks tinged a soft pink at the relation of Kim's truth.
"You know way too much," He mumbled and left heading towards the food table as Kim let out a soft chuckle.
Later that night Kim sat with Billy on one of the multiple workout benches in the weight area. She smiled secretly as she stared at the blonde genius. "Took you long enough."
"And that means what exactly Kimberly?"
An endearing smile spread across her face as she looked at her oldest friend. "You have been in love with her since we were eight."
"What?"
"I'm just saying I'm happy for you and Trini and that I'll stand being in marigold only for one day." Billy's eyes widen under the wire rim glasses he wore that day. "Oh she didn't tell you I knew. Like you can hide anything from me Big Brother."
"Are you messing with my boyfriend Kim?"
"Yes, yes I am."
Trini rolled her eyes and stepped closer to Billy, laying a chaste kiss on his lips.
"Oh come on," Kim said as Trini sat down, "You can do better than that. Put some tongue in it. Where's the action?" She was hit in the face by Trini's purse. "Thanks."
"No problem." The three sat talking of the past. Kim giggled when Billy asked the question of where she had been. "I'll tell you later, you know when there aren't fifty other people around."
Kim turned to see a red haired girl with soft freckles brushing along her nose and cheeks. She had to be thirteen years old, with her pretty round face shinning. Kim looked at her for a minute, before recognition hit; gasping she stood up and gave the girl a hug, "Mallory, you've gotten so big."
"Hi Kim." The girl adjusted her glasses as she stepped back. "Are you back for good? Are you going to start teaching gymnastic classes again? Will it be in here? Are you and Tommy going to reconcile?"
"Whoa." Kim throws up her hand, "Mallory relax. I might. Only if I stay. If the guys are ok with it. And over my dead body." Mallory, Billy, and Trini ran through their brains which answer went to which question.
"Well," Mallory started, "Some of the girls were thinking that it would be really cool to see one of you guys do a demonstration."
"Jason and Rocky are doing one right now," at that moment Jason had sent Rocky to the mat for the fifth time that night.
Mallory started messing with her hands, "Actually we were thinking of one of you girls, like you Kim."
"Me?"
"Yeah, you," Mallory said pointing a finger into Kim's face. "Just a little spar."
"With who?"
Smiling she stood in the makeshift ring, stretching her arms out. "You sure you guys want me to do this," she said testing the blue padding under her feet.
"Well," Mallory started, "I just want to see what you can do. And anyway, Jason said him and Tommy taught you a lot. It would be nice to see what they can teach."
"Don't worry, Kim I'll go easy on you."
"Now Tommy, why are you trying to piss her off?" Aisha called from outside the ring. Beside her Trini and Tanya shook their heads.
"Oh he's just trying to bump up his macho points." Kim dropped her stance into a simple defensive pose, "It's not helping."
The two stood there looking at each other for a few minutes in complete silence; sizing each other up. She watched Tommy's glazed fall onto her legs, still well tone over the years. He noticed the rise and fall of her bust line with every slow and deliberate breath she took. He followed the wet trail left on her top lip as her tongue arched up to lick the edge of her lips.
She eyed the flex of his upper arms as he fell into an easy stance. Her nose crunched up in irritation seeing him use a pose he usually saved for his white belt students. Her eyes rolled as she realized that he was underestimating her, like he always did. In his own sweet but clueless way he was trying to protect her, boy was he in for a surprise. 'But,' she thought, 'he still looked hot when he's about to fight.'
The silence was quickly interrupted by the yell of the thirteen year old, "WILL YOU TWO THROW A PUNCH ALREADY?!" Tommy and Kim both jumped from the noise and Tommy came at Kim slower than if he was fighting Jason. Her eyes rolled again and the spar began.
"Ow."
"You know you deserved that." Zack sat down across from Tommy who was nursing his wounds at the time. Adam, with drink in hand, fell down next to Tommy.
"I think pissing her off first was a bad idea."
"I know," Tommy said rubbing his bruised side, "but she never use to hit this hard."
Adam looked at Tommy for a second, "She's probably been practicing more than gymnastics."
"I know. Ow," Tommy flinched as pain surged through his right arm as he shifted in his seat. "No more spars with Kimmie."
"Maybe I shouldn't have hit him so hard?"
"No, Kim. That was just the required amount." Kim turned to the girl drinking a soda next to her. She blinked a few times at one of her best friends.
"I think I should've pulled a few punches Aisha."
"Maybe, although it was kind of funny to watch him squeal when you kicked his legs out from under him,"
Aisha said. Kim blinked a couple times looking at her with a quizzical expression.
"I think we've developed issues. Normal people don't usually like seeing their friends in pain."
"Yeah, but it is Tommy," her voice giving explanation to her humor.
Kimberly started to speak, but stopped once seeing the approach of a tall British man. Groaning she knew what was coming next. "Kimberly, I believe it is time-"
She dismissed his lecture with a wave of her small hand. "I know," she stated. Turning to Aisha she nodded her goodbye, a strand of hair falling into her eye; she turned flinging it from her face and walked out of the new dojo, never noticing the sore fearless leader get up and follow her and Nigel out.
The door rattled off of its hinges after the wooden object was propelled into the closed position. The object groaned and landed in splintered pieces on the carpeted living room floor.
A grunt of indignation released from Kim's throat as she saw the reason for her anger stepping over the broken and battered remains of a once graceful doorway, in the nether regions of her mind, she flinched, realizing she would be forced to pay for the entrance. He was quickly followed by their group of friends; either there for support, to get a good play by play, stop blood shed, or a bit of all three.
"What the hell do you think you were doing Tommy Oliver?" she asked voice dangerous low.
Yelling into her calm fury, he responded, "I WAS STOPPING THE DROOLING THING WITH CLAWS FROM DISMEMBERING YOU, THAT'S WHAT I WAS DOING."
Eyes burning and arms crossed over her chest she scanned his hunched over position. Her breathing calmed as she inclined her head to side. "One," she said raising her index finger into his vision, "I knew the drooling thing was behind me at all times. Two," another finger joined the other, "all you did was get in my way, and three," Her brow wrinkled in anger as her voice slowly began to raise, "If it wasn't for me, that lower level Kainiser Demon would be eating your SPLEEN ON FINE CHINA WITH A NICE CREAM SAUCE."
An eerie silence fell upon the room only to be broken by Jason's soft question, "Kainiser demon?"
"Cream sauce?" Zack asked next to his friend.
Kim's hands rose up to her head, rubbing her temples in annoyance, "Tommy, I know you like protecting everyone, but really I can handle a few mindless demons."
"Kim, why were you even being followed by that thing in the first place?" She sighed sitting down on the couch, following her, Tommy collapsed in front of Kim. "What the hell is going on Kim?"
Sighing again she looked at Trini, who just shrugged and pointed right back at her. "Fine," she mumbled, too tired to try to keep her secret, "you want to know?" He nodded, as did the semi circle of friends. "I'm the slayer."
"WHAT?"
Nigel quietly walked in looking at Kim as she relayed her story of her becoming. All eyes remained on her as she ended her story. Tommy sat back in stunned silence as the group got ready for the lightning round.
"Why are you the slayer?"
Kimberly rested her weight on the chair's arm. "Because, it's what I do; it's my destiny, fate, duty; whatever you want to call it. 'In every generation there is a chosen one. She alone will be...' We'll actually," interrupting her self in a side thought, "there three of us now. Well really Faith is in jail right now."
Getting up she stepped over Jason and headed for the kitchen. The others rushed to follow with the two ex-leaders up ahead. Trini pushed Jason out of the way to see her friend grabbing a soda. "What do you mean there's three of you? I thought it was one each lifetime."
"Yeah, sure." She answered popping the soda open, "but the prophets never saw CPR and the wonders of the ER in the mix."
"Huh?" was the general response.
Turning her eyes heaven ward she walked back to the living room with her following entourage. She grinned at the disapproving watcher near the shattered door, and turned around, soundly ignoring him. "It went slayer after slayer until Buffy. She did the unthinkable, something the Watchers Council really hates." Nigel spoke up for the first time, gaining the attention of the assembled group.
"For good reason, too."
"Oh stuff it Nigel," She sighed and Adam motioned for her to continue. "Anyway, Buffy pissed them off by having friends." Tommy's and many of the others' faces questioned her with looks asking, 'What the hell is wrong with that?'
"Oh don't look at me that way, 'She alone.' She said mockingly. "The Council thinks that friends are a liability, course Buffy's friends are more helpful than the council ever was." Nigel made a noise as if he just gut punched. "Ah, Nigel, not every girl enjoys spending their eighteenth birthday trapped in a house with a high powered homicidal demon."
"WHAT?"
"You should not be informing them about your recent history, Kimberly." Everyone turned to glare at the man, Kim grunted and she started messing with the caramel strands of her hair.
Her gaze landed on Tommy, for a brief moment, a soft smile on her lips, turning she continued talking to her watcher. "I know what the handbook says Nigel, but these are my friends. I'm closer to them than my family. Plus that thing was written before two-ply toilet paper was invented, how much help is that, really?"
"Just get back to the three slayer thing." Aisha ordered her.
"Long story short, Buffy died at sixteen, and Kendra was activated. Xander, Buffy's friend, performed CPR on Buff; so there's two slayers." She said holding up a peace sign, "Kendra showed up in Sunnydale and got killed, so Faith was activated," shrugging she was about to go on until Zack started to interrupt her.
"Well how did you..."
"Faith turned," she said stopping him, "She went evil and Buffy, being the only one who could, stopped her. She put her in a coma. Faith flat lined when she was first brought into the hospital, and Nigel showed up at my doorstep."
"It just gets weirder and weirder, doesn't it?"
"Sha, you don't even know the half of it."
"Is that why you sent the letter?" She looked up at Adam blinking in confusion as half of the group stared on in disbelief.
"Letter?"
"You know THE letter." She sat there in silence as she traded looks with Trini. Trini shrugged as the others stared Kim down.
"I really have no idea of what you're talkin' about."
Rocky leaned closer, continuing Adam's questioning, "Oh course you know. The 'Dear John Letter,'" Kim's head cocked to the side and she looked at him as if he was crazy, "Hi Tommy, got a new boyfriend. Love you like a brother. Bye."
Tommy gagged, looking like he swallowed his tongue. Trini's mouth hung open and Kim's eyes enlarged. A palm came forward and met with the back of Rocky's head as Aisha's voice rang out, "Thank you Mr. Sensitive."
"I wrote what?!!" She stared down Rocky as he retreated back into the sofa, "I didn't write anything like that!"
Suddenly getting over his shock of her history Tommy stood in front of Kim, "Yes you did."
"I think I would remember writing something like that," she growled out, arms crossed and doe eyes blazing. "I do recall getting my own lovely little letter though," she paused in her slight anger, "three days after Valentine's Day."
"I didn't write it."
"Well it looked like you scratched it out," she said in her most condescending voice. The two stood, one staring up in anger, and the other looking down in contempt.
"So what? You two got two heart crushing letters from nobody?"
"Rocky!"
Kat walked around the two watching exasperation extend from their bodies. "How do we even know you got one, Kim?"
Trini walked up behind Kat tapping her on the shoulder, "Because, I was there when she got it."
"What?"
"When?"
"That week break from Geneva Zack, three years ago, I went to Florida; to see Kim."
"How do we know Kim didn't just forge it?" Kat asked desperately.
Her irritation rising, Kim lunged at Kat, "You really think I'm THAT pathetic?" Jason, Trini, and Zack held Kimberly back from snapping Kat's slender neck.
Trini sighed in aspiration, "That was Tommy's scratch writing. I'd recognize that mess anywhere."
"Hey!"
Ignoring Tommy's protest she went on, "Someone would have to use magic to copy that stuff right."
Kim's body instantly relaxed as she looked at Trini in wonderment, "Magic?" Trini nodded at her friend. The three stepped back from Kim noticing her body no longer held any tension. She blinked for awhile looking down onto the floor and instantly threw her hands up. "SHIT!"
Noticing movement from the corner of her eye Kim looked up seeing Nigel trying to sneak out of the broken doorway. "You sick son of a bitch." He stopped at the door, slowly turning to look at the pissed off twenty-one year old.
"The council put you up to that, didn't they?" She stepped closer so that she was face to face with him. "I knew you guys were a bunch of conniving self righteous bastards, but that's low, even for you guys!"
"You following this?" Rocky asked. Adam and Billy nodded looking on as Kim used words not normally found in her vocabulary.
"Yes," Billy answered, "It seems Kim has come to the conclusion that the Watcher's Council came into some way of forging the letters sent to her and Tommy."
"Oh."
"Kimberly…"
Shaking her head she stepped away, "Don't even start. How could you do that to me?" She felt a body behind her, and without turning around she addressed him, "Tommy let me handle this."
Pouting he sat down, eyes drawn with hatred towards the British man. She ignored Tommy's reaction as she turned back towards Nigel. "Why?" she asked in one simple question.
"It was my orders from the Council, we believed your obsession with that boy jeopardized your ultimate mission," a grin spread across his face as his pride intensified. "It was quite ingenious really, if I do say so myself, using a simple gypsy copy spell. My own plan really," he said adjusting his tie.
"Get out," she whispered.
"What? This apartment…" Her head flung up and her violent response cut him off.
"This apartment is in my name, remember. Now get your stuff and go." Kim turned heading towards the hall closet as Zack and Billy leaped out of her way. The rest followed watching the little bit of drama with rapt attention. Flinging the door aside she bent over mumbling to herself, "Which one, which one? This will work."
Former rangers and recently released watcher jumped back as Kim brought a very shiny, very pointy broadsword into view. "Oh relax, I'm not gonna kill you," Nigel gave a sigh of relief, "yet." She walked around, lightly bouncing the heavy weapon in her right hand.
"You and the Council put me through a lot of shit." Trying to calm herself down, she took a few quick breaths, "I'm going patrolling."
"WHAT?" Aisha and Trini called out together.
"Gotta hurt something." She grabbed a light jacket, "Make sure he's out of here before I come back."
Her eyes locked with Tommy as her small feet came to the broken door. Hefting the blade with her right hand onto her shoulder she shook her head. He made a small step towards her and she spoke, "Not right now Tommy. I don't think I could handle it."
He turned around from the shutting door to see six extremely pissed, muscular, and highly trained men standing behind him. The male ex-rangers swiftly surrounded the thin British man, and the sound of Tommy's and Jason's knuckles popping were the only things that broke the beat of his heart in his ears.
Nigel knew he was going die; probably in the most painful way possible.
"Whoa," Trini's calming face popped in front of Tommy. Pushing him back into Jason she spoke, "No point in destroying the place with his face. Let's just get him out of here."
Not for the first time that night Tommy was halted from speaking his mind or any protest. "I know your pissed Tom, but just do what Kim asked, ok?" Regrettably he nodded and took a few steps back.
Trini turned around hearing a thump as Nigel's body hit the floor. Looking down she saw his leather suitcase imbedded into his face. From across the room she saw Tanya smiling. In slight awe she heard Adam talking, "Nice throw."
The sword cut through the air with unbelievable ease. She was usually used to Japanese and Chinese weaponry, and of course her bow, but it always felt good to let her aggressions out with something European; fighting demons 'Brave Heart' style. She walked down the deserted streets of Angel Grove focusing on the new discoveries in her life.
A soft giggle escaped one of the alleys she had stepped by. Her senses heightened she turned around with her sword raised at the ready. "Hey Kim." Dropping the sword she saw the red headed thirteen year old come out from the darkness.
"Mallory, what are you doing here, at this time of night?"
"Kim," Mallory glanced down at the watch in her wrist, "It's 8:30 on a Saturday."
"Well it's dark already, and…"
"I know," she said cutting her off. "I'm just walking to my friend's house. I'm spending the night there and Mom is ok with me walking." Kim stepped closer to the thirteen year old.
"Really?"
"It's only a block away." Her eyebrows rose into the bangs of her curly red hair. "Kim, what's with the sword?"
"Sword? What sword?"
"Oh the long sharp pointy thingy in your right hand." She looked down at her hand and grimaced as the girl waited for a response.
"This? Jason wanted to see it, I'm taking it to him." Looking up she saw the red head looking at her, and plainly her face was screaming 'Yeah Right!'
"How about I walk with you Mal?" The young teen gave a silent reply of yes and the two started off together. They walked in silence for just a few seconds, each thinking their own thoughts. As they stepped out of the mouth of the alley the sword flung up stopping Mallory's progress.
"Did you here that?" The younger girl looked around shaking her head. Eye's wide open she glanced around into the darkness, her eyes straining to see something.
"Kim I don't see anything, you sure it wasn't the wind?" Her arm was yanked back as Kim pushed her behind her.
"Stay behind me." She felt the air move and without thinking Kim's hand flew up grabbing a projectile from the area around her throat. Held tightly in her left hand was a crooked ritual knife. The gleam from the street lights giving it an even more deadly look. "Shit."
The street light cast an eerie shadow, as eight robed figures emerged out of the looming darkness. Mallory pressed against Kim as the creatures surrounded them. Kim's slayer reflexes were taking over and she knew she had to get the girl out of there.
The robed figures stepped in closer, allowing Mallory to get a look at their sown shut sockets, where their eyes should have been. Kim moved in closer to the redhead, "On the count of three, run." Mallory saw a flash of brown, as Kim the knife in her hand made impact with the monsters heart. The red head ran behind an alley, watching Kim's graceful fighting skills from the darkness.
Arms enclosed around Kimberly, as two distorted faces came forward to attack. Her legs flew out kicking both in the stomach, she heard a crunch as the back of her head connected with the forehead of her attacker. Kim's sword made a beautiful glint as it caught the light of a nearby street light. One by one the 'things' went down, as Kim's sword flew through the air.
At the end only one remained, deciding whether or not to fight the furious brunette. He wasn't given a chance, as her sword gutted him from the groin up. For a second Kim felt the rush she always got after defeating the bad guys. It first happened when she was the pink ranger, and even more so as the slayer. "Times up Kim", she said to herself," back to reality".
In the living room of the two bedroom apartment a group of twenty something ex-heroes mulled around the nicely decorated room. Some where on the phone ordering food, for when the renter returned, a few where watching late night TV; one sat in the corner brooding.
"Tommy," a slightly accented voice started, "are you okay?"
He looked up into the blue eyes of his ex. "I'm fine," he grunted out. Their break up at first at hurt the girl, but after a few months away from him she had realized neither of them were truly into the relationship to begin with. Kat at first felt obligated to be with him, cause pink and white go together, but his love for the originally pink ranger was always know to her; and nothing was stopping that.
Now a days she was happy that they ended everything. Being his friend was a lot less tiring then being romantically link to him, she would leave that to the petite brunette. She sighed and sat down next to him. "Tommy you don't," She couldn't even finish.
"Kat not now!" He yelled in her face. She might not want to sleep with the guy, but he could at least try to be nice.
"Excuse me, just trying to help!" She got up and grabbed her jacket. His eyes popped open as her heard her cussing to herself. He raised his self off the seat trying to call her name. All he got, as a response was the sound of the door slam and then fall right back into the tiled floor.
"Nice Oliver." He turned to see Jason glare at him before he walked to the doorway and tried to shove what was left of the door back into the doorway.
A slurping sound filled the area as Kim removed the broadsword from the last blind guy's stomach. The thick blood stuck to the end and she pulled out a dark red cloth to wipe it off. "You just k…killed those guys."
"Mallory, those things are not human," she said showing the stained cloth to the girl. The girls face twisted into one full of disgust.
"Ewww," she blinked a few times getting her mind to start working again, "Um, that was kinda cool. So, why'd they attack?" She bent down grabbing her over night bag; that she had dropped hiding from the figures.
"Demonic hit most likely." She turned as Mallory started heading towards her friend's house. She still seemed a bit shocked; she was too quiet from what Kim remembered about the girl's usual persona.
"On you?"
"Yes." Minimum words were used between the two for a while.
"Why?"
A sigh escaped, no point hiding it. Preparing for the explanation she answered, "I'm a slayer."
"One of those girls chosen to fight vampires and demons." She stopped as the girl went ahead for a few steps. Turning around she looked up at Kim.
"How do you know that?"
"Internet," she stated it as if it was perfectly normal. "I can't tell anyone, can I?"
Kim gave her a look that said 'Duh.' The two stopped in front of a small two-story house with a nicely white painted front porch. The house had a manicured lawn and one of those goofy mailboxes; this one shaped like a blue pig. Mallory said a quick good night and Kim whispered for her to 'be careful' before she ran to ring the doorbell.
"Since I've moved to this dumb town, I've been stuck in Lil'Kimmie's shadow. Ugh, and of course the one horrible thing she does; she doesn't even do!" She stumped down the street in the opposite direction of Kim's battle. "Try to help the jerk and he gets all bitchy at me; like I wrote the damn letters or something.
"I hope those two do get back together, so they can marry and have a legion of karate fighting brunette gymnast with his shitty attitude, just so he knows how it feels." Grunting she slumped her body against a near by brick wall. "God, I'm being petty. I should be happy my friend's ok, despite the vampire thing."
"And demons."
She nodded her head in agreement, "Right and the de…" she stopped her self in surprise and started looking around, "Hey who said that?" A large darken hand covered her mouth as a shadowed figure stepped out of the wall.
The voice he spoke with was deep and seemed to hold no emotions at all, "Hi Kitten." She struggled against him, but with his hold just couldn't seem to get into a position to inflict pain on him. "I love watching a good bitch fight, don't you Kitty."
His white teeth gleamed as a thick purple mist started to surround them. Her eyes dropping the last thing Kat heard was his voice. "Sleep well Pussy cat," and then all she knew was darkness.
Night faded into day to find one small slayer sitting on the porch of her apartment. The others had left her apartment as soon as she had return, and she was gladded for the quiet. She had questions that needed to be answer and her usually resource was probably at some crap motel right then. So she picked up the cordless phone lying beside her and punched in a familiar number. "Hey Xander. Is Buffy or Will there?"
"I got attacked, Willow. Black cloaks, got a Stevie Wonder thing going on." Her fingers tapped out a rhythmic beat on the wooden floor of the porch as she listened to Willow Rosenberg on the other line. "The Bringers are going after potentials, for the First? That's all you got so far. Oh shit. Well I better get some sleep; call me if you find out anymore."
Clicking the off button on the phone she got up and walked back out into the apartment. "What does the First want with Angel Grove?"
Kat's arms were pulled above her head, and she recognized the strain on her shoulders the moment she had woken up. All she could see from her line of vision was a semi lit ceiling, which meant she was on a table. The colors seemed to be an odd contrast as everything she could see was a dark shade of purple and the light from candles, they were obviously candles as the way the light flickered, was a bright orange. The thing that was so strange to her was that the small fires were only there for light; they didn't even seem to change or tint the dark purples as the room was decorated in.
"Kinda like that Mortal Kombat movie," she thought to herself, because she was gagged and she wasn't talking anytime soon. "Well this sucks."
She felt the steps before she heard it. They didn't speak, but she had an idea that what was going to happen would be bad for her health. She still couldn't see anything at the 'thing' that grabbed her, cause that what it had to be, no human can step out of walls. All she could tell was that he was big, his features always seemed undefined and shadow constantly surrounded him. He didn't entice her attention right at that moment anyways.
What got her attention was the slightly smaller figure next to 'It.' This figure had sunken skin, with areas where it seem to pucker, and yellow glowing eyes, and she wasn't quite sure but was his skin olive? "I could really go for a martini right now," she thought making her own self giggle into the gag.
The darken figure smirked, she was sure of it, and his deep monotone voice rung out, "Have fun with the kitty. M'lady will enjoy this." Saying that he was out of vision and the other 'thing' smiled, and unnatural pain ripped threw her body. And if not for whatever spell or incantation they used before hand Kim, Tommy, probably even Buffy would've heard here screams.
A shot of energy appeared over the broken and decaying bodies layered in black cloaks. When the light cleared a woman with waist length straight black hair stood in its place. "Ewww, like gag me with a spoon. She really kicked you're asses."
She stepped over one of the blind men, a stab wound slowing draining him of his life, and walked over to the one of the few figures that looked like he might survived. "You." She bent down to the broken man. "Did the slayer, like, do this to you?"
The figure nodded. She looked around counting the survivors, two. "I like, totally told Caleb to keep his cheap Daredevil wannabes, like, out of my turf." She turned to the figure next to her sighing. Flinging her hand open she shot a blue ball at the creature. His body was left a block of ice and just as easy she slammed her left fist into him, shattering him into bloody chunks.
She got up walking to the last survivor. "Go back to The He-Man Woman Hater, and, like, tell him if he sends anymore of his blind group, I'm so totally going to freeze his dick off, and than use it for ice cubes in my diet coke. Tell the First, I so have this under control." She looked down at the figure withering in pain; she clicked her tongue, "Oh get up. You are soooo faking."
He stood up slowly facing her, "Hurry up already, I like don't have all day, okay." He quickly faced her and she smiled, "Good boy. Did you get everything I said?" He nodded and she waved her hand and he was gone from the spot.
She surveyed the battlefield littered with bodies, "Ugh, I really think someone is going to notice this. I, like, hate doing the dirty work." She put her fingers to her lips, and a clear high pitch whistle sounded through the small neighborhood.
Suddenly a tall dark figure, features hidden by the night, appeared next to her. "Yes M'lady."
"Like have someone clean this up, okay?"
"Yes M'lady." She turned smiling at him.
"We don't want Kimmie to know I'm here yet. I totally want to surprise her." She bent down to adjust the boots she wore, and she heard a deep frustrated groan from the figure next to her. With a satisfied grin she flipped her hair out her face and with a wink, disappeared in the same energy that brought her there.
To be continued...
A/N: Took me long enough. I'll try to be faster on the next chapter, I promise. Hope you liked this one.
Chapter four teaser: "I'm telling you, it was attack of the oompa lumpas."
