Who: Buffy Summers, her 'ghost' (Twilight!) What: Confrontations at the Hyperion turn somewhat violent When: The 20th, night time Where: Hyperion Hotel, Kitchen Status: Incomplete if someone wants to join!
The past three nights had been pretty interesting, last night being the most interesting, since she didn't expect a conversation with a not-real version of the evil-version of her best friend to lead her to a conversation with a demon that had her realizing they were sort of in the same situation. Maybe tonight, maybe she would be ghost free, or vision free, or whatever the hell they were.
She was dressed in black, save for a silver utility belt and a few extra pads that guarded her knees. Her belt was decorated with stakes, blades, and her scythe that hung at her side her hair pulled back into a tight pony tail. She had tracked down a vampire nest last night, but had put off taking it out until today. She had been tired last night, with no one with her on patrol she wasn't going to risk a mistake.
Now she was heading back to finish it off. Right after she finished the container of yogurt she was eating. She was just running the spoon along with bottom of the container when she had the feeling again. Someone was there. Behind her. She didn't need to look at her watch to know it was about that time.
Who was it this time? Glory? The Mayor? Vampire Xander? Buffy set the yogurt down on the counter, dropping the spoon into the sink. "Whatever you want, I don-" when she spun around, she cut herself off mid sentence.
It was Twilight.
Well, shit. Except she knew it was fake again. This wasn't him. He wasn't solid, she couldn't hurt him, just like the other few nights. "Don't you have an army of demons to be raising somewhere?" she asked, eyes narrowing.
"You don't want to talk to me?" he asked, tilting his masked head. Buffy arched an eyebrow. "Why would want to talk to you?"
"Who else are you going to talk to? Stuck in Los Angeles, First you're at the head of a Slayer Army the world can't contain, and now you're among an entire hotel filled with the supernatural. You should know the world can't contain them either." it irritated her how he kept his voice almost business like.
Buffy sighed, crossing her arms over her chest. "That's not my decision. I didn't bring them here. The Powers That Be did, and if you have a problem with it, take it up with them. I won't mind laughing while they stomp you up with the boots and then scrape the remainder of you off and into the garbage can."
"I'll ask you again, have any of you done anygood? The more you are in number, the more evil comes in with force. What good has any of this done, besides cause unrest among people and get others killed?"
She glared at him for a moment longer, before stalking toward him, "You and I both know you can't touch me, so why don't you ju-" she was about to stalk right past him when her eyes went wide with an unexpected surprise. He felt her hands on her shoulder. Next thing she knew, his fist was colliding with her face, and it hurt. "Son if a-" she managed to dodge the next blow, and slam her elbow into his jaw while thrusting her leg into his stomach.
Surprise, surprise, it didn't even phase him. Next thing she knew, she was airborne as the Slayer went flying through the kitchen door and slammed into a wall on the other side, causing a crack to run up the paint, or plaster, whatever it was. Shit. Was it actually him? Had he found her, and this was it? Blinking, the Slayer pushed herself to her feet. Grabbing her Scythe off her waste. "You can kill me, but don't think you'll get out of here in one piece, there are more powerful people than you or me in this hotel."
"Who said I was getting out of here? After all, I'm just in your head, right?" He advanced, and the Slayer braced herself for another round.