Joss Whedon owns all. I just trespass
_____________________________________________
Chattanooga TN. 2005
Chris ran his fingers through his hair. He had not needed the reminder from his mom that it was thinner this year than when he visited for Christmas last year. Maybe if he made an effort to visit more often they wouldn’t notice the negative changes so easily. Then again probably not. They completely missed the fact that he was in better shape than he had ever been in. His wife had pointed it out though, she liked his body now that his work and his hobby of sword work had toned him up a little. It was Friday night and he had left his wife to gab with her two best friends and agreed to meet Eric the guy he left in charge at work while he was on vacation. Eric had mentioned on the phone that a couple of the other guys on the crew were going to be there. Chris expected them to give him hell about abandoning them during the holidays but was more than happy to put up with it. This place had a reputation for the best cheesecake outside of New York, and Chris loved cheesecake. As he turned the corner into the 24-hour sandwich shop and quickly paused. Chris reached into the pocket of his coat to find he had taken his work knife out of it a week ago and not replaced it yet. His instincts were screaming that something was wrong, but he opened the door and stepped inside, only to be jumped immediately. Chris rammed his elbow into one attacker while kicking out at the other. The shop was well lit and he could see the deformities on their faces clearly enough. Large canines and ridges on the foreheads. Chris realized this was way too creepy, and slip his beaten up leather trench coat off his shoulders letting it pool on the floor in front of him. This move had worked before and as one of the attackers stepped on the coat Chris yanked on it hard knocking the guy off balance. Throwing the coat over the other guy’s head Chris rolled over the counter and grabbed the first handled thing he saw. Luckily for him both his opponents were still preoccupied since he needed to drop the pasta salad spoon and grab an effective weapon. Beside the fruit case Chris saw a melon knife and grabbed it up, swinging it to test the balance. The first guy jumped up on the counter and aimed a kick at Chris’s head. Chris countered by slamming machete like blade up into his groin causing him to scream in an high octave. Chris reversed the slash and brought the blade across the injured man’s throat, turning the scream into a hiss of air. Pulling the mortally wounded man over the counter Chris leapt at the other one that had got to it’s feet. A spinning kick caught him in mid leap and sent him flying through the dessert case. Glass sliced into his skin and the pain of it all caused him to drop his weapon. Before he could struggle to his feet he was hoisted into the air by the kung-fu man. His attacker was trying to bite down on Chris’s throat so Chris shoved his thumbs as deep into the man’s eyes as he could. The man screamed and threw Chris back behind the sandwich counter, right into the waiting arms of the man…no the thing with the slashed throat. At that point the shock of his injuries and the surprise at seeing that this guy was a thing caused Chris to hesitate. The thing lunged at him and suddenly exploded into dust. A beautiful Hispanic girl stood behind it a wooden stake in her hand. Chris turned to see an equally attractive red-head plunge a stake into the now blind creature causing it to poof into dust as well. Chris looked down at himself covered in blood, frosting, and dust. He then walked back to the dessert case, deliberately ignored the conversation between the two obviously lesbian lovers, grabbed a whole cheesecake after making sure it was glass and blood free, and filled a glass at the fountain with Coke. Stopping only long enough to grab a spork from the counter and his coat from the floor he walked out of the shop talking to himself.
“Kennedy?” the red head said getting her lovers attention after watching Chris leave.
“Yes Willow,” Kennedy answered.
“What do you think he meant by ‘second weirdest day of my life’?” Willow asked, a perplexed tone to her voice. Kennedy quirked an eyebrow at her lover and turned to watch the guy walk away. After he was out of sight the Slayer turned back to Willow and shrugged her shoulders as an answer.
THE END
This is a roundrobin story. Would you like to contribute?
|
|
|
|
Rave
Barbie Girl (Becca)
biscuit07
Filmtheory (Jim)
Malice (Jess)
MebbtheScribe (MichaelB)
Reset (Allie)
Shay (Marrisa)
somnambulist29 (Shea)
Stephanie Loss
Wendyness (Wendy)
Questions?Contact Us
|
|
All stories on this site have been archived with the authors' consent. Do not copy these stories for your own uses without the express consent of the author themselves. Buffy the Vampire Slayer TM and Angel TM are © UPN, WB, Fox and its related entities. All photos on the site are © UPN, Fox, Warner Bros, and/or their respective owners. No profits are being made by use of these images.
Powered with the assitance of eFiction.
|
|
|
