The
vampire watched the two young girls strolling through the deserted graveyard a
bit puzzled. These were the two Mr.
Edmund had spoken about, he was sure of it, after all the beautiful Lady had
also been adamant that he seek out these two.
So they had to be the ones he was looking for there was just no other
way around it. They were to be his new little
sisters, Mr. Edmund and the beautiful Lady had said so, and they have never
lied to him before. He couldn’t wait to
go on hunts with them, to show them all the fun things to do under the
stars. He just knew the blonde would
have the most fun, the Lady had whispered to him that she was one of her “chosen
night children” and that she would have to be taught all the important things
that went along with being a night stalker.
And
he would be the one to teach her, he had given his word to the beautiful lady
who lived up in the night sky and he always kept his word. ‘Mummy is going to be so proud of me,’ he thought
happily as he carefully followed the two.
‘Can’t let anything bad happen to me little sisters. That won’t do one little bit.’ He decided firmly, ignoring the pain in his
side that had plagued him endlessly during his trip to the Hellmouth.
“What
are you singing?” Willow finally asked,
the song driving her mad as she tried in vain to place it. For the past twenty minutes her girlfriend
had been softly singing to her as they walked through the cemetery. They were supposed to be on patrol, vampire activity
had been up lately and Faith had been swamped in the Slaying department. So Willow and the others had volunteered to
make extra sweeps with the Slayer as a way to watch her back while she dusted
the undead. However, it seemed that Buffy
had other things on her mind, things that didn’t include seriously looking for
any vampires that may be out there trying to make a meal out of them.
Buffy
Summers chuckled lowly at the question and began to sing the old French love
song once more to her audience of one.
She loved being out in the night, roaming the town, just her, the stars,
and Willow. What more could she ask
for? All right maybe a cabin somewhere
with no one else for miles, just the two of them. She was pretty sure she could arrange for all of Willow’s clothes
to disappear or, in the very least, get misplaced in the nearest mud hole for a
couple of hours.
Stopping
suddenly and turning to face her singing girlfriend, Willow looks deep into her
eyes. “Oh goddess, not again,” she
groaned realizing the cause of Buffy’s strange mood. ‘I can’t believe I forgot
about today!’ She said to herself a
feeling of doom settling over her. Over
the last few months, Buffy had fallen into an odd behavior pattern one that
tended to confuse the hell out of everyone around the blonde werewolf. In short Buffy got “frisky”, for lack of a
better word, right before the first night of the full moon cycle, when they had
to lock her up. Not that Willow overly
minded it when Buffy got frisky; it was kind of nice having someone serenade
you from time to time.
Although
it was a bit disconcerting when your girlfriend decided to give you smoochies
in the middle of the crowded hall first thing in the morning in front of half
of the football team. And even that
wouldn’t have been so bad if Xander hadn’t of had that camera and had been willing
to blackmail them. Not that he ever
made much of the threat, especially after Cordelia took away his camera while
Faith give him the mother of all wedgies right in the middle of the very same
hall.
Buffy
responded by stepping closer to Willow, her singing trailing off as she lowered
her head toward Willow’s lips.
Not
far away the vampire jumped up on top of a crypt to get a better view of the
two girls. Making gagging noises as the
two kissed, “Yuck!” the vampire said in a low voice. “Can’t they get a room?”
He questioned glancing up at the sky for guidance. Only to groan in despair, as he watched the two become lost in
themselves, blocking everything out but each other. “These two are worse then the Jersey Vamp Vixen.” He grumbled watching one of the blonde’s
hands disappear under the redhead’s shirt.
If it was anyone other then his sisters-to-be, he’d have been a lot more
interested in their late night activities, hell he’d have been more then
willing to go down there and help them out a bit. But as it was, Mr. Edmund said they were his little sisters, and
there was just something not right about watching your sisters make out even if
they were vampires. It was just wrong
in his opinion and he was sure Mr. Edmund and the beautiful Lady would agree.
He
watched the two for a few more moments, noting with interest the play of
muscles on the blonde as she carefully maneuvered the redhead into a
comfortable position against a tombstone.
Before turning his attention to his right and the four minions that had
also been watching the girls. His
yellow/gold eyes flashing he shifted into a crouch ready to pounce on the first
one that got too close to his little sisters.
After all the trouble he went through to find them, crossing the ocean
all by himself and running away from daddy, he wasn’t about to let them get
hurt by some flighty third rate vamp.
“We
got company,” Buffy whispered in a near growl, the wolf inside her irritated at
the interruption. It had taken months
but the wolf could feel the hated restrains that imprisoned it for most of the
month, breaking. The wolf could almost
taste the freedom it would soon have, and then she would be with her mate,
together like they where suppose to be.
Now it seemed that she would have to content herself with ripping apart
the four minions that were trying to harm her mate.
Trying
to catch her breath and remain calm at the same time, Willow reached for the
stake hidden in the sleeve of the long sleeve shirt. ‘The good thing about wearing baggy clothing, it allows you to
hide all kinds of things,’ she thought with a small grin. Out of the corner of her eye she could see
Buffy pulling out her own stake, although where the blonde musician had hidden
it in the first place was a mystery to her.
It seemed that she was always coming across one of Buffy’s hidden stakes
and/or crosses somewhere on her person at the most inappropriate times. Like that one time they were making out in
the book cage and Giles had almost walked in on them.
“Try
to keep that tombstone to your back, don’t let them get behind you.” Buffy said putting herself between the four
vampires and her girlfriend.
“Well
looky here boys! We found ourselves two juicy meals.” The first vamp said with a lisp possibly due to one fang being
broken. From the looks of him and his
three friends, they had either been out playing in traffic on the Santa Monica
freeway or they had run into a rather ticked off Slayer earlier that
night. Although there was also a remote
possibility that they had eaten at the High School Cafeteria and had been
vamped later that day, because Buffy recognized one of them as the treasurer of
the Sunnydale High Glee Club.
“Oh
good I found you,” a way too cheerful voice said from behind the four vamps,
and Buffy was almost positive she saw all four of them shutter in fear. “Now I don’t have to go on that rampage
through Luke’s lair looking for you.”
Faith continued merrily. “Do you
know how hard it is to get blood out of leather?” She all but growled as the four vamps started to easy their way
as far from the Slayer as possible.
“Oh
this is bad,” Willow commented moving closer to Buffy, not sure if she should
be glad to see Faith or feel sorry for the vamps. “She’s channeling Cordelia, this can not be a good thing.”
Buffy
had to agree as the former treasurer of the Sunnydale High Glee Club backed
right into her stake, effectively dusting himself. She wasn’t sure if she should laugh or be annoyed that she didn’t
get to kick the crap out of him first, because she had really hated that guy
when he had been in charge of the SHGC’s treasury.
>From
his vantage point on top of the crypt, Buffy and Willow’s self-appointed big
brother and bodyguard, grinned merrily as he watched the events unfold before
him. He had just been about to pounce
on Broken-tooth when the nasty old Slayer had shown up. At first he had entertained thoughts of
taking out the Slayer too, can’t have the likes of her hanging around his
little sisters. It just wouldn’t be
proper, not at all. But then he had remembered
Mr. Edmund’s words, he had said that the Slayer was pretty and he didn’t want her
hurt. Now that he could see what the
nasty Slayer looked like in person, the vampire had to admit that she was sort
of pretty, for a mean ol’ Slayer.
After the
first vamp's suicide on Buffy’s stake, Faith took out the vampire closest to her,
taking him down with a kick to the groin.
Fighting fair against vampires was something not even that screwy “Slayer's
Handbook” ever mentioned. At least, she
didn’t think it did, because she really hadn’t bothered to read it, other then
to flip through it whenever Giles was looking her way when she was suppose to
be studying it. So far the only thing
Faith knew for sure was that the handbook was original printed in 1751, with a revision
in 1899 and a reprint in 1971. Well
that and the guy that wrote the book was one long-winded bastard who loved to
use twelve letter words in every other sentence.
Broken-tooth,
while looking incredibly silly with one fang sticking down over his lower lip,
wasn’t a very stupid vampire. Well sort
of, he was one of Luke’s more swifter minions, meaning that he did know when to
get in out of the sunlight, but he was still a few cards shy of a full
deck. If only he had paid attention to
his Master when Luke was pointing out the Slayer and all her little
helpers. Instead of ogling that pretty dark-haired
cheerleader that liked to sit in the Slayer’s lap, he would have known not to go
anywhere near the blonde or the redhead.
Not because they were friends of the Slayers, that really didn’t bother
him, his master had plans for bring down that dark-haired bitch. No, if he had paid attention that night he
would have known that the blonde and redhead he had been trying to kill were
under the protection of the meanest vampire on the west coast. As it was Broken-tooth had been fantasizing
about the Slayer’s girlfriend and totally missed his master’s warning. “No one
touched what was Spike’s and got away with it.”
An
unmoving force right behind him suddenly stopped his slow retreat. Turning with
a growl, he suddenly found his throat grabbed in a tight vise as he came face
to face with the souled vampire called Spike, also known as Drusilla the
Bloody.
>From his perch on top of the crypt William watched his sire grab Broken-tooth by the throat and squeeze. It had been over eighty years since he had last seen his mum, but finally after so long they were going to be together once again. Mr. Edmund had told him so and the beautiful Lady in the Moon agreed, they were all going to be a happy family again. Him, his mum, and his new little sisters, right after they took care of daddy.
TBC….