By Kirayoshi
Disclaimers - I do not own any of the
characters commonly associated with Buffy the Vampire Slayer; they are used
without permission. No copyright infringement
is intended.
Other Disclaimers - The Jersey Vamp Vixen
belongs to Kimber, Brother Patrick belongs to Pat Kelly - both of whom are
appearing with permission, kind of.
They have no earthly idea what I'm about to do to them. <evil grin>
Other Disclaimers 2 – Kirby, Ryn and Mattias
Reinhardt belong to me - well Kirby does anyway. Mattias belongs to himself,
since he's my favourite cousin and pretty much consented to be in the
series. {After I threatened to announce
his date of birth to the entire list.}
<big grin>
Feedback - Shadowlander1@coastalnet.com - or - Tankesly@rocketmail.com
Munich, Germany
10 September 1989
The
master of Munich was a large imposing vampire used to having his way. Few
beings,
vampire or demon, dared to cross him.
It was rumoured among the older vampire
clans
that even Angelus, the Scourge of Europe, and his favourite childe, William the
Bloody,
feared him so much that the two well-known and respected vampires made it a
point
to stay out of his territory. No one
dared to defy to him.no one but one annoying
mortal,
who seemed to take perverse pleasure in angering him. In the past fourteen
months
he had lost more minions to that annoying bitch of a Slayer then he did during
the
final
days of World War II. Minions that had
survived two World Wars, the Black
Plague
and the Spanish Inquisition! Only to be
systematically dusted by a determined
mortal
bent on revenge. He had underestimated
his foe, believing her to be some foreign
child
easily disposed of with little effort.
After
losing five of his best minions in one night to the Slayer, he had changed his
tactics
targeting
her Watcher in the mistaken belief that it would destroy her as well. Little did
he
know that act would signal the end of his centuries long reign. The night he had the
Watcher
captured and beaten to death was the end for him and his powerful clan. The
Slayer
had changed tactics on him in retaliation.
No more was she prowling the
cemeteries
and streets for him and his clan.
No,
the Slayer had begun to hunt in his own lair.
Staking three of his oldest childer in his
home! Leaving their dust for him to find after an
enjoyable night out on the town. Then
she
had the nerve to enter his chambers one night to deliver a personal message to
him.
While
on one hand he was enraged that a lowly mortal would dare to treat him in such
a
manner,
on the other he found himself forming a respect for the daring young
Slayer.
Anyone
crazy enough to walk into his lair just before sundown to personally deliver a
threat
upon his un-life, deserved his respect.
In another time and place he would have
turned
such a daring mortal to stand at his side for eternity. But it was too late for that, in
his
haste to rid his city of the Slayer he had made costly mistakes. His respect among
other
master vampires was now at stake, he had to kill her to protect his
reputation.
However,
he was nothing, if not an honourable vampire, something that was rare among
his
kind. The Slayer had proven herself to
be a worthy adversary and as such her death
would
be that of a warrior.
Well
it would be if she would stay still long enough for him to kill her! Even now as he
had
her surrounded by hundreds of minions, cutting off all possible escape or
rescue, she
fought
on with a savagery and skill he had not seen in nearly three thousand
years. He
wasn't
sure where she had learned to use a sword, he was sure that her Watcher had not
lived
long enough to teach her. But whoever
taught her had to be commended, she had
obviously
learned her lessons well and was on her
way to making a reputation for herself
as
being the Slayer that had dusted Munich's master.
The
two, vampire master and Slayer, had fought for well over five hours in the
secluded
factory
picked for their showdown. The
assembled vampires watching with yellow/gold
eyes
as they cheered on their master, all eager to taste the Slayer's blood. But the battle
had
not gone as many of them had envisioned it. . .the Slayer had put up more of a
battle
than
they had first thought she would. Even
wounded, a seven inch gash in her side
hampering
her maneuverability, she had been able to counter every one of the master's
blows. Even mounting a few counteroffensives of her
own that had sent the vampire on
the
retreat.
Things
were not going well at all for the vampires, the Slayer seemed to be toying
with
their
master, almost mocking him as she held onto what little strength she had left
in open
defiance.
However
the battle between master and Slayer ended not in one final sword thrust, or
stake
thrust for that matter. But in a
gunshot, a shot that sent the Slayer to one knee. The
other
knee shattered by a bullet from a fledgling that had grown bored with the
battle and
wanted
his share of the Slayer's blood now.
Even crippled by a bullet the Slayer had not
let
go of her sword, able to block the vampire's weapon at the last moment.
For
a long beat The Master and Slayer stared into each other's eyes before one shot
wad
fired
into the mortal's back effectively ending the battle.
"Nein!" Munich's master growled stepping away from
his adversary, his yellow/gold
eyes
searching the crowd for the minion who dared to interfere. Almost immediately his
gaze
settled on the fledgling holding the still smoking gun. With one last annoyed growl,
the
master relieved the younger vampire of his head, something the fledgling
obviously
had
no further use for after being turned.
A
noise from behind him brought the master's attention back to the Slayer, who
had not
only
remained conscious but was in the process of pulling herself into a
sitting/leaning
position
against a large crate. "You are
dying, Slayer." The vampire said
in a heavily
accented
voice, noting with a touch of pride as the Slayer lifted her sword with a very
unsteady
hand refusing to surrender even in death.
'This is an enemy worth fighting.'
He
acknowledged silently.
"Ja,
Haupt Jurgen it would seem that way."
The Slayer replied with a small grin.
"Just
when
I was getting the hang of the language too." She added in a shaky voice
before a fit
of
coughing racked her battered body.
"But
not today." the master finished coming to a decision. "Karl!
Take the Slayer to
nearest
hospital." He ordered suddenly,
speaking English for the benefit of his worthy
foe.
"Why?" The Slayer questioned in a shaky voice. Just when she thought she had the
vampire
figured out he goes and does something to throw her off balance. 'Inconsiderate
bloodsucker.' She thought ruefully, the sword in her hand
beginning to feel like it
weighed
a ton or so.
"We
are not finished with our battle Slayer."
Jurgen replied in an even voice.
"When I
kill
you it will be in a fair fight."
He continued as the Slayer finally lost her battle with
consciousness. "We will meet again Kirby
Ryn."
Sunnydale, California
"What
the hell do you mean, there's another Slayer?" The dark blonde woman all but
growled
in the backseat of the rented car. She
was staring at her companion who had
spoken
the words like he lost his mind somewhere over the Pacific during their long
flight
into the country. "And more to the
point, why the fuck wasn't I told until now?"
"There
are two actually." Her companion
admitted in a low voice briefly wondering how
much
it would hurt if he jumped out of the fast moving vehicle to escape the angered
woman
seated next to him.
"TWO! There are two additional Slayers besides
me?" The woman actually growled, a
massive
headache forming behind her eyes.
"You're saying that whole 'In each
generation'
stuff is a load of bull?"
"Er,
no actually. That part is quite
true. In every generation there is only
one
Slayer.unless
the current Slayer happens to be revived after death. Which you were in
Munich." The man explained somewhat nervously,
recalling the near legendary temper
of
the Slayer next to him.
"All
right, that explains one additional Slayer.
But not two of them.or why in the hell I
was
never told." The very un-amused
Slayer replied after a moment. Trying
very hard to
regain
some control of her well-known temper, at least until she got some
answers. 'And
they
better be damn good answers or I'm going to be paying a little visit to
London.' She
told
herself firmly.
"One
of the current Slayers died and was revived like you were. As for not being
told.perhaps
it is best if we wait until we met the other Slayers?"
"You
hear this Kimber?" The Slayer
asked rubbing her throbbing temples with one hand,
wondering
just how things could get any more screwed up.
"There are three of us and
Mattias
wants to wait until we are all in the same room to drop that little bomb on
us."
From
the relative safety of the front seat, the tall redhead chuckled evilly,
wondering just
how
her friend was going to react to the total truth. Unlike the Slayer, she knew all about
the
Council's dirty little secret and why they had gone to so much trouble not to
tell the
"chosen
one" that she wasn't alone in her sacred duty. At first she had been appalled,
then
she had gotten ticked off, especially after learning all about Sunnydale and
the
problems
the Slayer living in the town had been going through over the past few
years.
'There
is going to be hell to pay before all of this is over with.' Kimber thought her evil
little
grin growing. 'Its about time the
Council got taken down a peg or two.'
********************
Rupert
Giles paced the confines of his flat lost in thought. A little over twenty-four hours
ago
he had received a ring from a fellow Watcher he had not seen in nearly ten
years.
While
the call itself was pleasant, the two men taking the time to catch up with old
times,
the
request the other Watcher made of him was a bit troubling. Why Mattias Reinhardt
would
want to meet him and his two "rogue" Slayers was a bit of a puzzle to
Giles. And
over
the past few years, the former-Watcher had developed a loathing for puzzles
that
involved
the Council, they usually meant trouble for him and his slayers.
The End.
Next
up: "Lies, Secrets and the
Council" at least until I can come up with a better name.
So
what do you do you guys think? Want to
know what's going to happen when three
Slayers
get together and start comparing notes?