Disclaimer: Joss is God. The only stuff in this story that’s mine is the plot and the idea for Le Tueur Enjoué. The rest belongs to Joss, Mutant Enemy (Grr, Argh!), and the rest. But if they really like my idea for the demon, they’re gonna have to cough up some cash. Anyway, I’m not getting paid for this, but I sure wish I was.
Author’s Note: More like a thanks: to Paula, Shelby, the creators of Gelly Rolls, you all know why. And thanks to my bed for providing such a comfy writing space. Oh yeah: this thing takes place before Angel goes bad. Thaz all.
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Part One
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As Buffy walked back home, she re-evaluated her life for the millionth time. She was leaving the hottest - and only - club in town to change into Slayer clothes. Pluses: save the world, Angel, see friends more often, Angel, self-trained in self-defense, and, Angel. Minuses: demons every night, Angel, more time at school, Angel, a rap sheet, Angel, and Principal Snyder.
Although Buffy was very distracted because of her thoughts, she still managed to sense the lurking vampire.
Exasperated, she stopped walking. "Okay, just come out, I’ll stake you, and my life can go on, all right?" she called out.
When the weight of the vampire landed on her back suddenly, her knees buckled and she staggered. As the vamp reached for her neck, Buffy regained her balance and flipped the camp into a nearby stack of crates.
He hit the stack hard, but the crates tumbled away, missing him. But he still seemed dazed. Buffy let out a tired sigh.
"Please, don’t make me fight you in this dress. I *really* don’t want to rip it because of you," she said. As she stood there, she suddenly realized that she had left her stake at home. "Shit," she muttered, and she didn’t see the vamp get up until he tackled her.
Buffy went down hard, pinned under the vamp. Then, swiftly, she brought her leg up and kneed him in the groin. Crying out in pain, the vamp retreated on all fours.
Taking advantage of her idea the moment she had thought of it, she whipped the wooden pin from her hair and thrust it through the vampire’s back. Seconds later, the vamp exploded into ashes.
Buffy bent down and picked up the leather piece, now covered in dust. Holding both it and the pin away from her tentatively, she continued on her way. "So much for a night off," she grumbled.
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"S-so, Angel gave his normal c-cryptic message, you leave, and vampire a-attacks you? Sounds like, well, uh, a, er, new bad guy," Giles said as he paced through the library.
Xander poked his head from behind a shelf. "Sounds like we’re back in business!" he chirped. "So…what are we looking for, anyway?"
"W-well, it could be any from a gigantic amount of demons that a-a-associate with vampires. It seems Buffy’s encounter is quite, well, uninformative," Giles said, looking at Buffy distractedly.
Buffy twirled a stake between her fingers. "Great. So, there’s a new evil entity running around town, and I don’t even have the *slightest* idea what to expect," she said, annoyed. Then, sighing, she changed her tone. "I’m gonna have to sew a stake pocket into all of my clothes now, you realize that?" She slipped the stake up her sleeve easily and propped her feet up on the table she was sitting at.
Giles just stared. "Yes, well, I’I suppose that may be a good idea," he said uncertainly, "but for now, just…be careful."
Buffy stared back.
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