Someone's Been Naughty... (John, Buffy) Who: John Connor and Buffy Summers What: The future leader runs into the temporarily evil slayer. When: the night before Jack and Buffy's confrontation. Where: the streets of LA, perhaps? Rating: TBD Status: In progress
Patrolling.
It was something John did now.
Sure, he did it on the sly, and it didn't happen every night, but he did it.
Every few nights, he'd go out, wielding a hand-carved stake and a bottle of holy water, and he'd be on the lookout for any vampires. So far, in just a few weeks, he'd managed to kill four, and jokingly thought he should try to make a career out of it.
And somehow, he found that he wasn't afraid. He wasn't afraid, not in the slightest. In fact, since his death an miraculous resurrection, he found that he wasn't afraid of much of anything anymore. He almost thought he could stare down a Terminator without flinching... almost.
As he walked the dark, lonely streets, he saw a shadow in the distance. It looked like a woman, but he couldn't tell.
He moved to the shadows, and began to ready his stake... just in case.