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[21 Dec 2006|11:03am] |
(Note: Takes place before the Solstice Celebration)
Faith was feeling proud of herself. She'd only been in Searchlight for an hour and a half and she'd already slayed a small nest of about six or seven vampires and some foul looking demon that appeared to have crab-like pinchers in place of hands. How some sea creature reject got out to the middle of the Nevada desert, she wasn't sure, but it was dead now. The thing's body lay at her feet as she wiped her hands off on her leather pants and breathed out a sigh of satisfaction.
Kicking it just for the hell of it, Faith grinned and sang to herself her own little rendition of Under the Sea. "Under my fists, under my fists, demon it's better, down where it's deader, take it from me."
Hey, she could really have a second career turning cheesy Disney songs into battle songs if she really tried. But for now, she was simply in a good mood and would leave it at that. Maybe she'd sing one of them to Lorne if she ever ran into him again. It beat singing Barry Manilow like Angel had, and she was sure the demon would appreciate a little creativity.
Grinning to herself at the thought, she pulled out her usual flask of vodka, stored away in the roomy pocket of her denim jacket and took a long sip from it as she moved away from the soon to be rotting carcass and set off for her next kill. She still had a few stakes left in her arsenal and a big sword. Nothing could stop her now!
Thump, thump, thump... The sound of running feet pounding over hard-packed sand as two figures sped beneath the pale light of the moon. Predator and prey, the figure in the lead rapidly losing ground as its pursuer began to catch up. A head turned, caught sight of the determined face behind, and the running slowed as an inconvenient stone skidded under a shoe.
There was a curse, then the scraping of sand as the skid turned into a fall. With a second *thud*, the predator landed on his hapless victim's back, bearing them both down to earth. The sound of blows filled the air, intermingled with grunts and labored breathing, and then a loud snapping sound as a neck was broken like kindling.
Dust.
Connor got up, brushing at his shirt. "Why do they always run?" he complained to himself, kicking at the swirling ashes peevishly.
( The 2010 Buffy/Angel Convention )
( Watchers Council and Uncle Spike? )
( Kill, kill, kill! )
( Damsel in Distress )
The night was getting a bit chilly and it was about time she heated things up a bit. Starting with the mattress, she sprinkled a little bit of her alcohol over it like it was holy water, using just enough for it to catch fire once she put her lighter to the soiled material, and then she moved on, repeating the action on some dirty rags she found near the walls of the shack. The dry conditions and old wood used to build the shacks helped the fire to catch on quickly, and by the time Faith exited the shack, the interior was a blazing inferno.
Wiping her brow, she walked backwards a few yards, watching with satisfaction as the shack burned before her in a glorious bonfire. The other vampires might not be around to kill, but with nowhere to take their victims, they'd be shit out of luck until they found a new hideaway. Plus, the slayer had always been a bit of a pyro. Until something came along for her to kill, she'd get her kicks in watching this place burn.
Connor felt the warmth of the growing fire against his back, and he turned to see Faith silhouetted against the flames. He paused, his arm still around the girl's shoulders, and then he nodded to himself. Good, now they'd have no place to hide, and no convenient place to bring future victims.
"What's your name?" he asked the young woman, turning back so they could start walking again. "L-l-l-Laura." "All right, Laura. I'm Connor. Come on, we'll get you home."
Tonight was going to be a very bad night to be a vampire.
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