A SLAYER AND A WARRIOR PRINCESS: Prologue
by Penance
Disclaimer: Buffy and all its characters belong to the one and only Joss Whedon! The only guy I can think of that might own (or come close to owning) Xena is Robert Tapert. I have no connection whatsoever with either. PLEASE DON'T SUE! I'm just a simple girl, with about three dollars in my bank account. (and i'm single!!!) (*jokes*)
Note: This is my first attempt at fanfiction, so don't laugh! :P
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Prologue
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"Slayer!" A low throaty growl echoed lightly throughout the morbid graveyard.
"Slayee!" The blonde girl turned and smiled slowly, blowing a wisp of hair out of her eyes. A small sound was heard as a stake slid easily out of the leather jacket she wore, and into her tensed hand.
The vampire's smile faded as he caught sight of the deadly weapon. But as suddenly as it left, it was replaced by a defiant, more menacing look, "You won't find me so easy as most of your... kills."
Buffy almost laughed aloud, "Oh, so you're a tough one, huh? Yeah, I know the drill. You know, I get alot of you around here... thinking you're all tough and macho. And do you really think that, with your big words, I'm gonna let all of you bloodsucking morons take over this world? I don't *think* so!" She said sarcastically. "The last vampire who said he could take me ended up with a very dusty make-over. Which, I might add, seems like just the treatment for your excuse for a vampiric face. Are those wrinkles around your eyes?"
The vampire let out a roar, and leaped through the air, intending to rip the insolent mortal's head from her shoulders. Buffy sidestepped the creature and kicked it in the back as it flew past. The vampire sprawled across the ground, but was instantly on its feet again. It made two punches aimed at the Slayer's face which Buffy easily blocked. She grabbed both of the vampire's arms in mid-swing, and kicked it back in the gut. She finished up with a round-house kick to the stomach, and two back-hand fists to the face.
"Yeah, real tough!" Buffy said sarcastically, as she leaned back and headbutted the vampire's face with her own.
He growled again, and managed to knee her in the stomach, then punch her in the face. Buffy stumbled back from the force of it, and he took this unbalance to punch her repeatedly in the face, then in the gut, and flip her onto her back.
Buffy felt pain all over her body, and lay for a second in shock. She watched, dazed as the vampire moved in for the kill with a grin. Then she pulled herself together, and kicked up at his face. He staggered back, moaning, and she jumped up and kicked him once in the crotch, the stomach, then the mouth. Buffy picked up a nearby heavy branch and slammed it deftly into his knee, hearing a satisfying crack as the his knee-cap was instantly crushed. He screamed in pain, yet stumbled to his feet. It was healing quickly, so the Slayer had to work fast.
She did another round-house kick to the face, but he caught her leg and tripped her up again. He then brought an elbow down on her ribs and another fist in the face. Buffy tried to get up, but the vampire annoyingly rolled on top of her, pinning her down like a fly. She struggled in vain against this undead creature, but he only laughed at her pains.
"Yes, I think tough was the word I was looking for!" He growled menacingly, leaning towards her sweet-smelling neck. "Goodbye, Slayer!"
For the first time since her confrontation with The Master, Buffy felt real fear. As the fangs sank into her neck and sucked away her life energy, she wondered at the unfairness of her destiny... now ending... as the Slayer. About the never-ending prophecies that she submitted to, and how she never lived a normal life. And Buffy the Vampire Slayer knew that unto every generation there was a Chosen One. They alone had to fight the vampires, the demons and the forces of darkness. And then, she must die.
Then everything went black, and Buffy sank into the comforting blanket of darkness.
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"Is she dead?" Buffy heard a faint voice ask.
"No, and if you keep asking me that, I think I might accidentally slip up and kill her anyway, while trying to *throttle* you!" A more mature, but thoroughly fed-up voice snapped.
The first voice started up again, but was silenced with a loud yelp, "Owww, that hurt!"
"I told you to shut up!"
"Well you didn't have to *pinch* me!"
Buffy moaned, and the two voices immediately ceased their bickering. She opened her eyes, and gazed groggily up into a pair the color of cornflower's. The Slayer opened her eyes wide, and gazed at her peculiar surroundings, "Am I dead yet?" She croaked.
"No, you're not." The woman above her shook her head, smiling. She had long, dark hair and a very tall, yet obviously muscular build. The woman looked like a warrior from out of mythology, with the brown leather and brass bodice and short skirt, and the strange weaponry she carried. "We found you lying on the street with a troup of guards around you. You're lucky we came along when we did!" She added.
Buffy turned her head and stared at another woman, a bit younger and shorter than the first, but also obviously a warrior, carrying a staff at her side. She had long honey-blonde hair and blue eyes, and wore a short green top, and orange skirt.
"Where the hell am I?" Buffy asked hysterically. "Is this some wierd dream, like, did I hit my head while fighting that vampire back there?"
The blonde shook her head, and gazed at her in bewilderment, "There were no vampires, but you sure may have hit your head back there!" The dark-haired one nudged the first, and told her to shut up.
"What's your name?" She asked.
Buffy sat up quickly, but immediately fell back when two little men started pounding on the inside of her head with hammers, "Buffy. Buffy Summers... I'm a vampire slayer." She whispered, coarsely. "At least that's what I was back home... I don't know where I am now."
The two women looked at each other skeptically, then back at Buffy. The blonde leaned forward, and clasped the distraught Slayer's hand.
"I'm Gabrielle. She's what you might call a travelling warrior. I guess I'm what you might call a... travelling sidekick? An Amazon Princess, anyway." At that, Buffy had a slight feeling of dejavu.
The brunette came forward, also, "They call me Xena!" She said softly. "I'm a Warrior Princess." They looked at each other and smiled, then turned back to see the younger girl's body slump back in a dead faint.
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