Pinky the Vampire Slayer and his duly fated Watcher, the Brain, came to a halt outside the door of door that led to the basement of Sunnydale high. Brain carefully and silently pulled openned the door. Pinky tapped him on the shoulder.
"Brain," the younger mouse began, "What if the vampires have given up their plan for world conquest? They aren't you, you know." Brain glared at his charge, thankful that fate had finally given him a reason as to why he constantly tolerated his intellectual inferior. "The vampires are attracted to the Hellmouth-like fish to spawning grounds, like cowboys to the open plains, like Richard Simmons to David Letterman. Besides, they have no idea that we have the ability to stop them." "But they still could have left for pizza or something.", Pinky countered. "Fine then.", the Brain said disgustedly.
The Brain put his head in the doorway. "Are there any vampires trying to take over the world by openning the Hellmouth down there? Me and my associate were wondering if we could slay a few." "No, nobody down here but us chickens.", a voice sounded back. For the next few seconds the sounds of a vampire rat doing a bad impression of a rooster floated to Pinky and the Brain, only ended by the sound of a pencil cracking against the back of Idiot Rat's skull.
Pinky pointed into the darkness. "See I told you." The Brain turned to Pinky and asked, "Pinky, are you pondering what I'm pondering?". Pinky gasped, "Egad! I think so Brain! Maybe we should ask the chicken where the vampires went. That will save a lot of time looking for them." The Brain darted behind Pinky and slammed him between the door and the edge of the wall.
After recovering, Pinky said, "Hey, this door must be defective." "Just like the one that keeps concepts in your head that have not had the benefit of councious thought from slipping into your mouth, my freind.", agreed the Brain. And with that, the two mice stepped into the dark.
As soon as they had reached the bottom of the steps, Pinky stood perfectly still. "What is it Pinky?", asked his Watcher. Pinky lifted his paperclip bow and pointed it between the Brain's ear and his shoulder, loaded a toothpick, and let it fly, hitting the heart of an unseen vampire rat. "Get out of here, Brain.", Pinky told him authoritatively. "But I'm your Watcher.", the Brain countered. Pinky showed him the new fire in his eyes. The Brain left.
Immediately one of Pinky's prey darted toward him from Pinky's left. The Slayer caught him with his bow on the torso, and staked him with a toothpick. Without even looking behind him first, Pinky half spun- jump kicking about face another of the monsters. Staking him, Pinky could feel the monumentally terrifying event occuring around him. The Horde was upon him-ready, hungry, villinous, rabid. They were coming for the blood of the one fated to hunt them. Some trained for generations, others young and simply as mean as wolverine with a migraine.
And it dawned on him. This is what it meant to be Pinky, the Vampire Slayer.
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