Fic: Bye, Bye, Birdie! 1/1 Magnificent Seven/Buffyverse
Title: Bye, Bye, Birdie! Author: Lopaka Tanu Disclaimer: I do not own Magnificent Seven or Buffyverse. Characters: Slayer, Chris, Ezra. Words: 595 Prompt: Dark Vampires take over a town. Fandom: Magnificent Seven/Buffyverse. Pairing: Chris/Ezra Rating: Adult Warnings: Language, Character Death Summary: Mouse: 1; Cat: 0 Author's Note: Just a little something I cooked up because SFulton wanted it. ______________________________________ Running through the streets, she tried to locate her pray. There would be no escape for this one. Not this time. After three days of cat and mouse games with this group, she was tired of it.
She caught sight of a flash of red material up ahead. Triumph filled her as she finally located the bastard. She knew that alley, there was no escape. This caused her to slow down considerably.
While there was no escape for her prey, that meant he would be more dangerous. She could live with that, he wouldn't, though. Snickering, she reached down the back of her pants and pulled out an extra stake. Could never be too careful with these freaks.
As she drew near, the slayer tried to muffle her footsteps. She knew the other could hear her just fine, but it couldn't hurt to get in some practice. Stopping just outside of the entrance, she checked to make sure her cross necklace was exposed. That done, there left only inspecting the alley for her prey and other potential dangers.
The metallic click of a revolver being cocked behind her ear was the last thing she ever heard.
Squeezing the trigger, Chris watched the slayer's head pop open. A good portion was now spread out down the alley as she hit the pavement. After checking the barrel, he blew to clear it, then stuffed it back in his holster. "Stupid bitch."
The brim of a black hat came in to view shortly before green eyes peered around the edge of a dumpster. Standing up, Ezra pushed his hat back in to place properly. He made a face of disgust upon seeing the body of the slayer. "Is there a reason you could not aim towards the wall? I shall be picking remains from my soles for weeks."
"If you're worried about the shoes, take'em off." Chris pulled the edge of his duster from behind his holster, letting it fall back in to place.
"And dare touch the dregs of this late and filthy wretch with my stocking covered feet? Have you lost what little remains of your faculties?" Ezra saw the flash of yellow in the man's eyes, but did nothing to acknowledge it. Instead, he picked up several boxes from along the wall and tossed them on to the mess.
Chris ignored the other man's actions. There were other more important things to consider. Like, while the resident slayer was now dead, there was still her small supporting army. "Come on." Reaching up, he scratched at the skin along his right ear. "We got a few others to take care of."
"I have the utmost faith in our fellows to dispatch the nuisance." His pant legs caught up in his hands, Ezra daintily stepped over the boxes. Once he was across them, he paused to wipe the soles of his shoes off on the slayer's body.
Seeing this, Chris snorted. "If we miss the blood bath, I will rip your precious shoes apart then force feed them to you!"
"Heaven forbid." Still, Ezra stepped off her body, then let his pant legs go. He took a moment to right his clothes, then walked up to Chris' side. "Shall we, Mr. Larabee?"
The older man's only response was to offer his elbow. At Ezra's narrowed eyes, he flashed him a fang baring grin.
"You are quite lucky I find your miserable, moth-eaten hide quite appealing after all these decades." With a put upon sigh, he wrapped his hand around Chris' elbow. "Lead on, carnage and malevolence await."