The SeldomSeen
AN:This is pure silly. Blame Lithi! She gave me this idea... I forget how long ago. But I finished it! Just for your birthday. Don't you feel special? Four updates in one day! :O
32: Who Ya Gonna Call?
Seras was used to a lot of weird stuff, being, yanno, a vampire. Cuz everyone knows vampires don't exist. But this..?
"You've got to be kidding me." She groaned, staring at the abandoned and desolate building before her, then down at the address written on her note pad.
"This is some kind of prank, right?"
Even as she asked herself this question, a brick levitated from the pile of scrap in the front yard and chucked itself at her knee.
Yelping, she clutched her leg where a human would have had a shattered kneecap, she just had a throbbing pain that faded in seconds. "What the hell?!" She barked, and ducked as the second brick flung itself at her head.
Faint laughter trickled into her ears mockingly as the front door swung open crookedly, nearly falling off its rusted hinges. Riiight… was she seriously going to do this? Apparently so.
Absently checking her handgun was still in its belt holster, she walked in and was completely unsurprised when the door slammed shut behin her. It's a good thing I can see in the dark. She thought scathingly as she nimbly skipped around the bunched up rug waiting to trip her up.
When she got to the center of the main foyer, she glanced around curiously, hands on hips, and head cocked to one side. "Cliché, much?"
Insubstantial hands shoved her, and she grunted in surprise, but instead of falling – into what she could suddenly tell was a pit – she leapt forward and landed on the other side, only to pivot on her heel and face… nothing. Growling, she shoved her hands in her pockets, then felt like smacking her palm into her face when her wrist brushed against the empty holster.
"Fuck."
BANG!
Yipping, she dove to the side, glancing over her shoulder to see the regulation pistol floating in mid air and tracking her. Diving behind the couch, she managed to catch the edge of the floorboard as the rest of her dropped into the hole she hadn't realized was there. Looking up, she saw the gun pointed right at her, and she bared her teeth in a grimace and let go.
She dropped, narrowly avoiding the second bullet, and landed in a crouch.
"This is beyond ridiculous!" She hissed as she cart-wheeled to the side as her ears caught the subtle click of the gun preparing to fire another shot.
Fortunately, the gen was not fully loaded, and the entity had not managed to grab her ammo refills. The now useless gun dropped and she watched with narrow eyes as the dust motes in the stagnant air stirred.
'So, they sent a blonde bimbo after me? How pathetic.' A voice spoke, half inside her head, half in her ears. Her eye twitched.
'Couldn't even send a real vampire. How insulting.'
Seriously? Fucking seriously?
"Hey, bub, I can hear you, yanno. A lot of people talk down to me because I don't drink the blood, but not a bloody ghost!" Seras started in a calm voice that raised swiftly into a snarl, and her blood teeth elongated in her rage, "You're the dead one, asshole!"
The half heard laughter returned, and Seras' fists clenched. Right. Fuck this.
Her darkness – admittedly no where near as dark or as blood soaked as her Sire's – swelled and rippled out in a wave. The distortion over by the crate of moldy smelling things cringed and became visible as a semi transparent figure; a scrawny stick figure of a man with a mean weasel like face.
He screeched and flung his arm at her, the crate beneath him lifting and flying towards the fledgling that was no longer there.
"You see, I don't believe in ghosts." Seras continued, "So I think I need to do something to correct that."
She grinned, and if the dead could feel fear, she was sure he would have. Her shadows pooled to the surface of her skin like a glove, and grew claws. She leapt at the suddenly fleeing figure and sliced through him with ease. His form wavered and shrank as pieces of his incorporeal form were ripped from his lingering consciousness.
He screamed, a high thin sound that brought to mind the stories of banshees she'd read about. Her grin widened. He tried to levitate up to the ceiling back through the hole she'd dropped in from, but Seras was expecting that. She was suddenly there, in front of him, above him, and her arm swung down in a vicious arc. It felt like running her hand through steam, or mist, but it was bitterly cold. The scream came again, but was cut off abruptly as the half seen figure dissipated completely.
"There, no more ghost. Nothing left to not believe in."
Finding her gun, she picked it up, and grimaced at the clear slime around the handle, wiping it on sold old dust cloths before tucking it back in her belt.
"That was the stupidest mission ever. I'm never doing this again."
Who ya gonna call? Ghostbusters!