Buffy Anne Summers † Slayer, the (died_twice) wrote in vampires_wars, @ 2011-01-23 18:43:00 |
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Blonde girls and dark alleyways: two elements that generally made for a volatile (and often lethal) combination. But tonight (and every other night), the night belonged to this particular blonde. Fifteen years ago, Buffy Summers became something more than just Hemery High's Prom Princess and Fiesta Queen. Something more than just a girl, something more than human: this preppy, flaxen-haired cheerleader became the thing that monsters had nightmares about. She became the Slayer. Ironically, those times had been become something she referred to as 'the good old days'. Things had been simpler back then. Slayer, good; vampire, bad. Black and white. But it all changed the moment her mom decided to uproot their entire lives in Los Angeles and move to a quaint, suburban hell: Sunnydale, California. It was there that her destiny had been shaped, where she'd met her 'Scoobies'. It was there the lines between good and evil blurred, and her duties became less concise, and she'd fallen in with the very thing she was supposed to hate and hunt: Angel. Angel: The Vampire With a Soul. She'd loved him. She'd loved him more than she'd loved anyone in her entire life. But they had been destined to fail, but were fated to remain connected for as long as Buffy drew breath. And tonight, the blonde Slayer was to once again come face-to-face with the man, the thing, that was the main reason why she and Angel could never be: Angelus. And he had to be stopped. It was dark, dank and eerily quiet. The only sounds came from the gothic metropolis that surrounded it, but they were muffled by the thick, brick walls that were erected on either side of the alleyway. Rats scuttled across the icy, dirty, trash strewn pavement, while Buffy walked the night, her right hand clutching a gleaming battle axe (more affectionately referred to as 'the Scythe'). Thankfully, though, she wasn't alone. Cordelia had offered to tag along after Buffy had gotten tipped off that Angelus was in Gotham. She'd also left a message on Faith's voice mail, but she'd yet to hear back from the darker half of the Chosen Two. There was also a certain masked vigilante that would likely show if trouble were to rear its ugly head. "Cordelia," Buffy said into her comlink, her voice quiet. "Where are you?" They'd decided to separate, thinking it might be easier to cover more ground that way. Unfortunately, she'd gotten into bit of a tangle earlier on and it had set her back. Some nearly turned vampires had decided it'd be fun to play with their food. Too bad they had a very poor choice in victims, as they had all caught a one way ticket to Dustville, courtesy of one very annoyed Slayer. |