||[Jan. 27th, 2005|10:41 am]
I stayed indoors as long as I could, but Spike's request for me to stay in the crypt interfered with my set logic pattern. I'm capable of two things: worship Spike, and slaying. Seeing as how he hadn't been back for a while, I shifted into the thing-I-do-second-best mode.
I am the Slayer after all, or...I was modeled after her anyway. From the top of my head to the flats of my feet--a perfect replica. 'Just as good, if not better, than the real thing'; that was Warren's promise. He really is amazing. Granted, he's no Spike, but he runs a close second in my book. I wonder how he's doing...
Weaving around the tombstones in the graveyard, I tossed my stake up and caught it, repeating the action over and over, idly. Wow, slaying was less eventful than I had envisioned it. Or, maybe I'm doing it wrong...
Hmm, this could pose a problem.
"Hello? Resident vampires of the 'East Sunnydale Heights' cemetery?"
I frowned some as the only response I got back were a few scattered chirps from East Sunnydale Heights...crickets. I'm the Slayer, not the exterminator. This wouldn't do at all. Although, it's almost the same thing...just on an itty bitty scale. Nobody likes bugs. Who needs them? Same goes for Vampires. See! Not really that different.
Sighing, I kept walking, determined to slay...something before the night was through. I was growing impatient...till I came across a saving grace. Uh-huh! A vampire. He was just rising from his still fresh grave. His torso was completely freed, while his other half was still submerged below the earth's surface.
"Hiya!", I greeted him with a cheerful smile. "Do you require any assistance?"
He looked at me oddly then surveyed his surroundings.
"Uh, you talkin' to me?"
"Well, I don't see anyone else sticking our of a grave who needs help."
"Who said I needed help?! I'm--fine."
He struggled, once again, in attempts to free himself and failed miserably.
"Right... Forgive my poor judgment. Please, continue. I can wait."
And I did just that. Waited...and waited, for a good fifteen minutes or so as he fought to free himself. He finally managed to do so and I applauded his efforts.
"Congratulations, but I'm afraid I have to kill you now."
His features shifted into the usual vampire bumps and fangs. Rolling my eyes I scoffed and pointed to his chest where I had already swiftly plunged the business end of my stake.
"Sorry, kinda already beat you to the punch, Buddy."
Tilting my head I watched as he turned to ash infront of me then blew away with a sudden gust of wind.
Well, that was...anticlimactic, but oddly satisfying. Saving the world, one pathetic vampire at a time.