Characters: Alex, Joan|
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Setting: 19 year old street-smart Alex and 18 year old Slayer Joan meet for the first time. Joan's been told she's a slayer, Alex hasn't. Wanna see what happens when a weird bum and a newly made Slayer meet? Yeah, they're OC's obviously.
Rating: R (Alex has a foul mouth)
"Fuck," Alex muttered, backing into the alleyway. The strange guys with the bumpy foreheads were growling at her. This was the third time in the last two weeks that she'd been cornered by these assholes. Each time, she'd managed to get away from them with some minor scrapes. Minor scrapes that somehow healed at such a rapid rate that Alex thought she might stop at one of those free clinics to see if there was some kind of benefits to her snorting so much coke. Tonight, however, she hadn't even made it to the club. She cursed her luck and turned to sprint away down the alley. "SHIT!" she yelled, when she'd come face to face with two more of the ugly motherfuckers. Quickly, she looked around for anything to fight them off with. Bags of garbage, a moldy armchair, and a battered dresser were the only things around. She kicked the drawer that was barely hanging, splitting it into three pieces. She grabbed the largest of the pieces and swung out at her attackers.
Joan sighed loudly as she peered down yet another empty alleyway. Where had those stupid vamps got to? She'd been trailing a few for a couple blocks but somehow lost them, of course, in a stupid crowd coming from some stupid bar. Some movement caught her eye in the alley across the street though...she cocked her head to the side and squinted her eyes. It was probably them, and even if it wasn't she was duty bound to check it out.
"Hey!" she called down the alleyway, attempting to sound imposing. She pulled her stake out of her jacket pocket as she approached the small group of people.
"Get the fuck out of here, kid," Alex yelled, ducking a swinging arm. She elbowed the bastard in the ribs. He staggered backwards. Two of them came up behind her, grabbing her roughly by the arms. She tried to wretch herself from their clutches. The other two came lunging at her. Wildly, she lifted her legs off the ground, kicking both of them in the chest, sending them flying backwards towards the girl. She managed her way out of the others' tight grasp, shoving the piece of wood into the taller guy's chest. Alex's eyes widened as he exploded in a cloud of dust. What the fuck? She stood there dumbly, trying to figure out what the hell had just happened.
Joan reacted instantly by lunging forward and staking one guy through his back, ending in a satisfying dusting. The other vamp stumbled on an overfull garbage bag, but was on his feet again in a flash. He grabbed Joan from behind. Thankfully her arm was loose enough to elbow him hard in the ribs. "Take that!" she shouted triumphantly as he let go of her. She whirled around and ...tripped over the same garbage bag the vamp had, landing on the pavement with a surprised shriek. WHY do I have to be the only Slayer in New York??
"What the fu-" While Alex had been standing there staring at the pile of ashes, the other vamp threw his arms around her, squeezing her tightly. She let out a loud yelp, before stomping on his foot. His grasp loosened enough for her to lift her arms and plunge the wooden plank into his chest. Hey, it worked once. Maybe it'll work on this one? She fell forward onto the ground as she was miraculously free of the thing as it poofed into dust, too.
The remaining vamp growled and pounced on Joan. Joan hoped all other vampires would be stupid enough to throw themselves onto her stake, it would make things so much easier. She smiled to herself as the vamp dusted over her. "Are you all right?" she asked the other girl as she stood up and brushed off her clothes. ...Wait...she'd killed the other two! "Wait! Are you a Slayer too?" she asked in an overly hopeful voice. She brushed a few strands of her dark hair out of her face and smiled at the other girl.
Alex slowly turned her head to glare at the mousy girl. She pushed herself off the ground, muttering obscenities under her breath. Her outfit was completely ruined, soiled and muddy. Is that blood? She continued to glower as she walked by the girl. But wait.. what did she ask? Alex turned around swiftly, still scowling. "What the fuck did you call me?"
"A Slayer. A vampire Slayer. You know a...slayer of vampires?" Joan said and pocketed her stake again, turning to face the redhead. "You did a really nice job on those vamps! Not just kids stuff or anything."
"What are you smoking?" Alex laughed sharply, shaking her head with a crooked smirk. "Or did you get into big sis's acid?"
"I don't smoke..." Joan said hesitantly, unsure if she should correct this girl. She seemed a bit off her rocker. Shit! She's just a lucky junkie bum. Great, still alone and having to protect this whole gigantic...looming...dark...huge city. Alone. Blah. "Look, I'm sorry if I disturbed you, those guys won't bother you anymore. But if you see anymore, just make sure you stake them again." Joan gave the girl an odd look before walking cautiously around her and heading towards the main street. Mom was right about living here.
Okay. The girl had mentioned the guys. The guys that turned to dust. Alex took off after her, grabbing her by the shoulder, turning the girl towards her. "You.. saw them? Those guys. They were real?"
"The vamps? Yeah, very real," Joan smiled at her. It had been a bit of a shock when she'd first learned about them too. She carefully removed the girl's hand from her shoulder. "I'm Joan, by the way."
"Vamps?" Alex asked fairly incredulous. "As in vampires?" This was just getting more and more ridiculous by the moment. "What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Look," Joan sighed and tucked her hair behind her ear again a bit anxiously. "Vampires are real, demons are real. I'm a Slayer, so it's my job to kill them. So..I have to go slay some more." She gestured to the street and gave the girl an apologetic look. God, I really should have stayed in Rochester!
"Wait," Alex said feebly, trying to decide if the conversation was real or not. Maybe she was imagining this girl. No, she felt real enough when she'd touched her. Alex wasn't insane, just a pathological liar. "What's a Slayer? I mean, besides a really bad eighties metal band."
Joan couldn't help but laugh. "A Slayer in a sort of chosen one who protects people from demons, mostly vampires. Except there's more than one chosen one..it's sort of complicated."
"How can you be a chosen one if there's more than one?" A frown settled on Alex's face, making her look older. "You're just a little girl. Why would a little girl be the chosen one?"
Joan frowned at her. "Hey! I'm eighteen. Besides, Buffy told me some of the others are only like fifteen. I'm sort of...old for a Slayer." She made a weird expression at her last statement.
Alex shook her head. This was just absurd. Vampires? Demons? Slayers? "Whatever, this whole situation? Yeah, it's over." Alex picked up her pace leaving Joan behind. She headed towards the intersection, looking both ways and cursing again as car after car blocked the crosswalk. She just wanted away from this strange girl. She wanted to meet up with Ryan so she'd have a place to sleep tonight. Sleeping in an alleyway wasn't much fun with the threat of rain. Come to think of it, sleeping in an alleyway wasn't much fun period.
Joan shook her head and walked off down the sidewalk. This was ridiculous. She felt so inept and lost. She wished she didn't have to be alone in this, Buffy had friends helping her after all. But, no, Joan, you had to go strike out on your own. Go to the Big City! It'll be a great experience! ...But the stupid brochure didn't say anything about being a vampire slayer. ..All right so there was no brochure.. At least the day job had coworkers.