Who: Buffy and her second Ghost What: She meets her second ghost When: Night time, after dark Where: Just inside the hyperion doors Rating: PG maybe Status: Complete, unless someone wants to join.
Another day. Another period when the sun was up and all she wanted to do was find a way out of this damn city. Another day of no success. Another day of her own personal mind torture. Basically another day of nothing.
The sun had set, and Buffy was getting ready to head out for patrol. Armed with a variety of blades, two stakes, a cross and some holy water, she was hoping to at least find something interesting to kill tonight, something to hold her attention for longer than a minute or two. Anything, really.
She headed down the stairs, face blank, eyes looking at whatever was directly infront of her. She was only a yard of so away from the doors when she stopped, the hairs on the back of her neck raising. For a moment, her eyes went wide. There was someone behind her, someone or something that she didn't want to turn around and see.
There hadn't been anyone behind her, or in the room when she came down the stairs, and now there was. About this time last night she had seen her mother. Slowly, she turned, and nearly ran out the doors at the sight.
She had killed him. Of course, he had killed her. Her first death and all, maybe she had a special spot of annoyance for him. It wasn't fear she felt. No, the last time she saw him, she'd been angry and hell, and the same feelings were coming back to her.
"Slayer.", he said. The Master regarded her with interest, and she returned the look with annoyance.
"Fruit-punch mouth." that had been what she called him way back. "It's kind of annoying, you know, seeing things you worked so hard to kill."
"Yes, I'm sure it is. Have you considered you might be losing your mind?"
Buffy looked somewhat amused, the the annoyance never left her face. "I've accepted it years ago." she said with a shrug. "What do you want?"
"You killed me. I could want a lot of things. For instance, you dead again. You were so very...tasty. Mouth watering. Much prettier than the last." She resisted the temptation to roll her eyes. She took a few steps forward, bringing herself close to him, looking directly into his eyes.
"Guess the whole hypnosis gig doesn't work when you're dead dead."
"I do have yo-" and he vanished, leaving Buffy standing with her arm forward, a stake in her hand, holding exactly where his heart had just been.
"And I don't really care. You're old news." Kind of like me
Turning, the oldest slayer tucked the stake back into her pants and left the Hyperion.