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Post by buffy summers on Nov 21, 2011 4:43:44 GMT -5
The night air was chill as Buffy pulled her thin blue sweater tight around her shoulders. Why did she had to wear a cute outfit to tonight's slaying. She had worn it to try and get a date to the school dance, but to no avail. No boy wanted to ask the 'weird girl' to the school dance. It was ridiculous, really, that she cared. She probably wouldn't even be able to enjoy it. There was always some vampire that needed killing whenever she was trying to have fun.
So she walked around yet another head stone as she searched the graveyard for any sign of demons that she needed to dispose of. The night was slow, normally the petite blonde never had down time. In fact just a few hours earlier her mom had come into Buffy's room, on her case yet again, to talk about her slipping grades. Buffy had no excuse for her failing grade in history, or the fact that her math notes were non-existent. She just had too much to do. But tonight she could have been doing math, there was nothing in the graveyard. What was the deal?!
Another hour passed and Buffy was about to leave and go home when the action started. She heard him before she saw him, but she had her wooden stick out and ready before the vampire got to her. She turned to see him running at her and she smirked, "Finally, something to do." she said. Then she roundhouse kicked the demon in the face, "Bring it on Sparky, I've been waiting all night!"
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Post by dean winchester on Nov 21, 2011 5:10:30 GMT -5
he was sent sprawling. there was a second of blackness before a blinding red as his head hit the side of a tombstone. "son of a bitch!" immediately, he was on his feet again, his hand already one step ahead of his brain, pulling the gun from inside his jacket. as he eyes fell on his assailant, the gun wavered every so slightly in his hand. standing before him was a petite and mind blowingly gorgeous blonde. dean's eyes took in every inch of her before returning to her face. the dull ache in his head nearly deafened him. he could barely make out was he was saying.
"so, do you get your kicks out of attacking random guys in graveyards?" his eyes flickered from hers for a moment, noticing the stake in her hand. without hesitating, he grasped the gun with his other hand, steadying himself. this girl wasn't just here for a nighttime stroll or whatever kids did these days. she was up to something much more serious. dean swallowed hard, staring her down. "you know you shouldn't play with things like that," he said, nodding towards the stake.
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Post by buffy summers on Nov 21, 2011 13:18:16 GMT -5
When the vampire swore Buffy smirked. This one would be easy. She was about to go in for another attack when he pulled out a gun and pointed it at her. Her eyes swept over his face... she was wrong. He wasn't a vampire, this was a human. A very attractive human. But that didn't stop the fact that he had a gun in his hand. She took a step back, ready to run.
What about you? she replied to his question, "Do you enjoy stalking girls in graveyards?" Both of their circumstances were odd. Buffy had never seen this man before. What was he doing in the graveyard at night? Maybe she was wrong... maybe he was a vampire. She raised her stake again just as he raised his gun further.
When he spoke again she laughed, "Yeah? And who gave you a gun?" She smirked. But the situation wasn't that funny, he still had a gun on her. Her blue eyes scanned her surroundings and she saw a large tomb stone just a few feet away, she had to get away from his gun and find a way to knock it out of his hand, but she couldn't in this situation, "Now are you really going to shoot a girl?" She asked with a charming smile.
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Post by dean winchester on Nov 22, 2011 6:21:29 GMT -5
this girl's smile might have been disarming in any other situation. but contrary to popular belief, dean wasn't a fool. "give me a little more credit than that, sweetheart. if i wanted to stalk girls, which i don't, i'd do it in more appropriate locations." his eyes broke away from hers only momentarily to scan his surroundings. there were plenty of spots where she could escape. dean's eyes locked onto hers once more. "and this?" he nodded towards the gun. "never leaves my side. and i've shot girls before. well, i guess they were girls." dean rambled inside his head for a moment before snapping back to reality. "let's start off with an easier question. who the hell are you?"
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Post by buffy summers on Nov 22, 2011 13:50:16 GMT -5
I don't give guys much credit when they're walking around a graveyard at night with a gun. Buffy said as she took a tiny step towards to grave stone. If she could keep him talking long enough maybe she could get away. She chuckled a bit when he said he would stalk girls in appropriate places. So he was a creep...
He tried to intimidate her by saying he'd shot girls before, Yeah, and I've staked plenty of guys before. she shook the stake in her hand for a moment before moving still closer to the stone, Who am I? she took inched closer still to the stone. She was close enough to dive behind it, Like I'll tell you.
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Post by dean winchester on Nov 24, 2011 12:28:41 GMT -5
she wasn't going to crack that easily. dean could see that. good. he liked women like that. only when they weren't clutching a stake. "alright, alright. i'm dean. dean winchester. and i'm a hunter. and by the looks of your equipment there, you're some sort of hunter, too." dean swallowed hard, trying to pinpoint her next move. "and by the way you keep looking and moving closer to that stone there, you're planning on getting away." he offered her one of his signature smiles, titling his head slightly. "your turn."
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Post by buffy summers on Nov 28, 2011 0:29:05 GMT -5
"A hunter." she raised her eyebrows at the man. Then he mentioned her stake, her blue eyes flickered to it for a moment before they focused on him again. That gun was looking pretty threatening. Afraid he might shoot, Buffy stopped inching toward the stone. She would find another escape once the gun was away.
"You caught me." She raised her hands in the hair, still clutching the stake, "But I'm not a 'hunter'" she made finger quotes, "I'm the slayer. Buffy is my name. And either you're involved in this crazy horror story that is my life, or you're a vampire too. And you better hope you're not one of those demons, or I'm sending you straight back to hell." She smirked.
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