Who: Buffy Summers & Open What: A bit of angest of her own, she figured it was coming sooner or later When: Late night/early morning, around midnight Where: Outside a demon bar Rating: PG-13 Status: Compete as a narritive, open if someone wants to tag in.
She had, somehow, manage to contact Cells in America, but not Scotland. Buffy had explained the situation to Vi, Kennedy and Rona, and then had them contact Scotland and other cells to let them know the situation, and that no, there wasn't some evil clone of Buffy running around in LA. They seem to believe it at any rate, and it did give Buffy a piece of mind.
Word that she was in the city was slowly, slowly spreading. She had done her best not to make it totally obvious to people who were not on the network that seemed to be so popular in LA. But after a while, word did get out that Buffy Summers was back in the city. Sometimes that brought enough trouble on its own. Some demons still wanted to take down the Slayer, or at least the longest surviving one. Some probably had reason for it, others probably just wanted the bragging rights. Over the past few days she'd had multiple fights from demons who had sought her out simply because they wanted to see if they could kill her.
They were all dead. But for how long? And had Simone been right? Buffy was older, much older than many of the other Slayers. Would her speed and strength soon fail her, or did she get to keep it? Her body would eventually wear down. Would it wear down faster because of her lifestyle? Because Slayers weren't meant to be as old as she was? How long until she lost? She didn't have her army to work with. She'd proven over again that she could still beat her own girls, multiple of them at once. She was significant there.
She wasn't here. Yeah, she still had her reputation. But somehow, while her back was turned, Faith had become someone entirely new. Different. She had AI at her fingertips it seemed, even though some people argued with her. She was the boss, and Buffy refused to look at her like that. Someone she would work with, fine. But she did not take orders. But if she acted against Faith, everyone who already loved her was going to lash out at Buffy. Her psycho boyfriend already had for no reason what so ever. There was no winning her. She was stuck, trapped, in more ways than one.
After stopping in to chat with some of the locals, she got along just fine with some of them, and squish out what information she could about anything happening without seeming too obvious, she headed out. The Scythe was with her. Truthfully, she never went out patrolling without it, and when it was at the hotel, she kept it safely locked away. Even there. It was almost like she considered it her one remaining grasp of who she was. She wasn't 'Ma'am' here. She was just Buffy, the chick who had other versions here before and had been totally psycho.
Faith had a way of bringing that out in her. Though in her defence, Buffy had been right in the past.
The night seemed pretty quiet actually. Until she heard someone talking. Someone begging for their life, actually. Situation just got more interesting. Curious, Buffy looked around the corner, four vampires cornering a teenage couple.
"Whatcha doing?" she asked, stepping out, the scythe behind her back. The four vampires looked at her, followed by the girl. "Please, help us." she half said in tears while her boyfriend was staring the the vampires.
Seemed the vampires didn't want to give Buffy a second glance. Maybe they just hadn't heard yet? They were about to move in on the couple, so Buffy tried again. "You know, attacking people is wrong, right? Generally frowned upon. Even if you guys are all celebrities now on MTV." she said, walking closer still. "Which, is really kind of embarrassing. I mean, MTV? No one watches that crap anymore." had it ever been good?
The more she talked, the more annoyed they got. "Lets just kill her quick, and get back to these two. One less annoying blond." one vampire said.
"Oh, you're going to kill me?" she asked innocently, stopping as she leaned all her weight into one leg. "This should be fun. Maybe you'll even make me work for it." Buffy said casually as she brought out the Scythe, twirling it slightly.
That seemed to make something click. "Slayer." growled one. "Not just any Slayer."
"Oh, so you do know me." Buffy added in casually.
"Kill her." said the one, apparently the leader, since he held back as the other three jumped.
The first one went sailing into the dumpster so she could deal with the other two. Ducking a swing, she tripped one, and then threw another back into the leader. From behind, the one she'd tripped jumped her back. Grabbing his arms, she threw him over her head, and then brought the scythe down over his head, dusting him.
The leader threw the other vampire back at her, and all Buffy had to do was raise the pointed end, and slam it into the guys heart. Two down, far to easily. Clearly they were just flunkies. The one from the dumpster went down just as easily.
"Get out of here!" she told the couple as she faced the leader. As they ran, the leader watched them go.
"You made me miss my breakfast." he said, looking back to Buffy. "Guess I'll just have to eat you." always with the same threats, as if he could. This vampire was stronger than the other. It wasn't long before she actually found she was in a real fight. This one wasn't a beginner. She wasn't worried, but he was good. She made a cut with the Scythe, and instead he dodged, grabbed the handle, and then shoved, causing Buffy to slam against the wall, and pinned her there.
"What's the matter Slayer?" he asked, as she struggled. "Losing your touche? Losing your status to the Rogue Slayer?" he said, breathing out so slowly. "This isn't your city, no one cares about one more dead blond. There's so many of you now." he said with a laugh. "In fact, killed on just a month or so back in New York. She was so-" that was one of her girls he was going on about. Buffy would never know her name, or who she died with, or why she died. But she was dead. One more Slayer. And what did it matter? There were more for them now. Except it made something it Buffy ticked.
With a bit of a grunt, she threw her strength forward, and drove the vampire back, her Scythe ripping free. Her foot slammed into the vampires knee, causing him to drop, and then the metal came, slashing into his head. In seconds, he was dust, and Buffy was left alone, looking at his ashes as they blew away. For a moment, all was silent.
"Don't screw with the blonds." she breathed, before looking down. This wasn't her city.
Shaking her head slightly, she let the Scythe drop to her side, before heading back. Maybe she needed a bath, and then bed. This city was getting to her.