A Slayer's Tale
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Adult +
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10
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3
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A Slayer's Tale
Title: A Slayer's Tale (1/?)
Author: :)
Pairing: Buffy/Faith
Rating: Will range from PG to NC-17. Be warned, ok?
Summary: Medieval Europe. Lady Elizabeth Summerfield is the Slayer. She has no problem dealing with the everyday life of being a noblewoman, while balancing the duties of a Slayer. Until she meets a young peasant girl, known only to her as Faith.
--
The vampire waited in the shadows for a long while. It was hunting, following its intended prey through the now empty streets of the marketplace. He had seen her much earlier that evening, and he had decided immediately that she was his meal tonight.
She was exactly the type of woman that, in his mortal life, he would have loved to touch and experience. She was all of 17 years old, just two years younger than he had been when he was made. And beautiful. Oh my was she beautiful. She was also blonde, her hair cascading down over her shoulders and perfectly complementing the yellow dress that she wore. Her walk and whole demeanor told him that she was a lady. A noblewoman in fact, which was why it was so hard to imagine why she would be out so late without a suitor.
However, her reason for being here didn't matter. Only her presence did. He watched her from his current pool of shadow, advancing only when she had made her way far enough that she would not notice his movement. His time was near, he could feel it. The young woman approached a large strip of shadow that lay to the opening of a nearby alley.
Now he made his move. He surged forward, his supernatural powers masking his every sound. Making his way to his target with unnatural speed, he grabbed her and dragged the blonde into the alleyway. He was fully consumed with the need of the kill...the hunger inside that demanded filling.
He dragged the human victim into the darkened alley and pinned her against the wall. This would be a meal that he would not soon forget.
Little did he know how right he was.
The blonde reacted immediately, as if she had been expecting his attack. She spun him around, hitting him hard in the face with suprising strength. The vampire reeled feeling the pain of the strike, and his intended victim kicked him hard in the stomach doubling him over. What the hell?
"As a rule.." she said as he felt himself being lifted by a handful of hair. "Vampires are largely overconfident. Let that be a lesson to you."
She plunged a stake into his chest, watching the demon explode into dust.
-
Oh no, she thought. This is my new dress. Elizabeth hurriedly brushed the vampire dust from herself. A proper lady can't be seen in public with a dirty dress, after all.
But all of this was part of the job, which she had gladly accepted. It was the only honorable thing to do. She helped people. She destroyed the demons that would feed on humanity.
If she had to get a little dirty doing it...well then, so be it. She could always wash later.
She smiled as she straightened her dress and corsette. Then she whistled a folk song on the way home. Rupert would be quite pleased that another vampire no longer roamed the night.
She was the Slayer. This was what she did.
--
"Please Rupert.." Elizabeth said as she stepped down from her carriage. "I'm not a little girl anymore, you don't have to help me down."
As much as she had been conditioned to be the quaint little lady, Elizabeth Summerfield had a strong independent streak. It had a lot to do with the fact that she was, in fact, the Slayer. She was the strongest and fastest female in her entire generation, who was chosen to fight the demons and other foes of the forces of good. She was still uncomfortable rationalizing why she should be doted over like a defenseless girl.
Other than being her advisor in affairs of state, Rupert was her Watcher. It was a sacred duty, which had been passed to him by his own father. It was his duty and privilege to assist and advise the Slayer on her duties. It was he, who did the arduous research and devised the complex plans against the invariably powerful demon, which Elizabeth faced with regularity.
He smiled up at his young charge, noting her streak of rebelliousness. She was the Slayer, yes. But tonight of all nights, was very important. Tonight the King would announce his son's intended suitor, and this could be an important event for both of them.
Elizabeth, of course, was uninterested in such affairs of state. Did it really matter who the Prince chose to court? Whomever it was, it didn't change her status a bit. Nor did she care. She was Lady Elizabeth Summerfield, courtesan and aristocrat. She did not care whom the Prince married, so long as the windbag chose someone else but her.
She gazed across the ballroom, listlessly. She was searching for any sign of a companion that might interest her. Finally her eyes settled upon a young man that she was surprised and excited to see.
"Alexander!" she exclaimed, running across the dance floor. She met her friend in a long hug, that dripped of absence. She had missed him so much, while he was away!
The young man reciprocated and hugged her back, as he felt his best friend collide into his side.
"Well…" he said, holding her at arm's length, "It's great to see you too."
"You've been away for too long!" Elizabeth told him, as the next song started and she danced with him. Alexander was her very best male friend. She was more comfortable with him than any man on the face of the earth. "Why didn't you write to me?"
"Well, I've been very busy, Elizabeth." He told her. "My father's business keeps me occupied. But you know that I'll always be back to see you."
"Aww. My Alexander.." She smiled at him as the next song started, letting the feeling run through her as the violinists played. "You know that I love you." she said
He smiled at her. "Yes, but not in the way I want you to love me." They continued to dance and hold to each other while the music played.
They still smiled and danced, as if no other creature in the world could make a difference. This was a wonderful party, after all. And Elizabeth intended to enjoy it.
--
It was late. The second night that she had been on patrol with no break in the monotony. Things had been relatively slow tonight, with not even one vampire encountered. It was downright eerie.
Elizabeth walked the streets, still giddy from the dance. Alexander was her very best male friend, who understood her role but didn't mind. He was the best.
Then there was Willow. Willow was a serving girl that always gave her the very best attention. She had come to be the servant's very good friend over the past few parties that Elizabeth had been a part of. As far as the servants were concerned, Elizabeth was the sweetest noble. She always gave the highest compliments and expected very little. That was enough to grant her almost Queen status. Everyone loved Elizabeth, servants and nobles alike.
-
So now, to the present. Elizabeth was on her nightly patrol, just like it should be. Playing, as always, the role of the innocent girl who walked the streets alone after dark. It was fitting, in a way. Seeing as how she really would be no more than an innocent girl if she hadn't been the Chosen One. Without the strength and speed that she had been granted upon her calling, she would be nothing more than noblewoman Elizabeth.
It wasn't long after her calling that Rupert had found her. She was so thankful to have him as her Watcher. First, he was very smart. He knew almost everything about vampires and demons, which was so useful in the secret cause to which she was a part. Second, he truly loved and cared about her. Much unlike the real parents that she never knew, and finally she had used her influence to maneuver him into his current position as her consultant.
As all of these thoughts continued to drift through her mind, she continued to walk the main street of town. It was, indeed a slow night with demons considered. She was very surprised that no demon had made its move and attacked her yet, which made her wonder. Soon her wondering was quenched as she heard the sounds of a struggle from a nearby alleyway.
The demons had chosen to attack someone else tonight.
Elizabeth closed the distance quickly, running toward the sound of scuffle. Her reflexes were honed and ready. Entering the alley she saw the demon. It was perched above it's intended victim grinning fatally and ready to deliver the killing blow. Elizabeth knew that she couldn't save the girl in time.
Then she stopped, totally surprised.
The dark haired girl, who had been the beast's intended victim, struck it across the face and sent it reeling back. Then she kipped up to her feet and closed the distance on her stunned attacker.
Elizabeth just watched, stone still. This peasant girl was defending herself?
The girl definitely was a peasant, Elizabeth could tell that by the way she was dressed. She wore the dress of a serf, and had smudges of dirt intermittently along the parts of her body that were exposed. The poor girl was in desperate need of a bath, but she was definitely causing a lot of damage to this vampire. She struck at it with all the strength and speed of a…no. She couldn't be.
The dark haired girl knocked the demon back against the far wall with a hard kick, then she began to run.
Elizabeth moved forward, finally allowing her reflexes to take over, staking the demon and watching it fall to dust. It was more of a distraction than anything else. She couldn't allow herself to be kept from at least talking to this girl. It was essential.
-
"Wait!" Elizabeth called, and the fleeing girl stopped in her tracks. She turned to face the noblewoman.
Her dress is so pretty, the younger girl thought. Why would she even talk to me? But still she stopped in her tracks, afraid to even move.
"Girl..?" Elizabeth called to the frozen figure, who slowly turned to look at her. The girl kept her eyes down, never looking her in the face which befit a person of her social stature.
Elizabeth approached her carefully, not sure how to talk to the young girl. She didn't want to scare her off, after all. As she got closer, she noticed how thin the poor thing was. It looked as if the girl hadn't eaten in days. But still her beauty showed through the dirt that covered her.
"What's your name girl?"
The young peasant hesitated slightly before giving her name. "Faith."
She then ran into the night, before Elizabeth could catch her. It was so fast that Elizabeth was left wondering if she had dreamed the encounter. She was now left with dust and an empty alley.
-
She walked home, her thoughts drifting to the young girl whose life she had tried to save. So pretty. So…dirty. Oh my, I didn't just think that did I? No. I just feel sorry for her.
Still though, I must find out more about her. Also I must tell Rupert about her. He will be most interested. Most interested indeed.
Author: :)
Pairing: Buffy/Faith
Rating: Will range from PG to NC-17. Be warned, ok?
Summary: Medieval Europe. Lady Elizabeth Summerfield is the Slayer. She has no problem dealing with the everyday life of being a noblewoman, while balancing the duties of a Slayer. Until she meets a young peasant girl, known only to her as Faith.
--
The vampire waited in the shadows for a long while. It was hunting, following its intended prey through the now empty streets of the marketplace. He had seen her much earlier that evening, and he had decided immediately that she was his meal tonight.
She was exactly the type of woman that, in his mortal life, he would have loved to touch and experience. She was all of 17 years old, just two years younger than he had been when he was made. And beautiful. Oh my was she beautiful. She was also blonde, her hair cascading down over her shoulders and perfectly complementing the yellow dress that she wore. Her walk and whole demeanor told him that she was a lady. A noblewoman in fact, which was why it was so hard to imagine why she would be out so late without a suitor.
However, her reason for being here didn't matter. Only her presence did. He watched her from his current pool of shadow, advancing only when she had made her way far enough that she would not notice his movement. His time was near, he could feel it. The young woman approached a large strip of shadow that lay to the opening of a nearby alley.
Now he made his move. He surged forward, his supernatural powers masking his every sound. Making his way to his target with unnatural speed, he grabbed her and dragged the blonde into the alleyway. He was fully consumed with the need of the kill...the hunger inside that demanded filling.
He dragged the human victim into the darkened alley and pinned her against the wall. This would be a meal that he would not soon forget.
Little did he know how right he was.
The blonde reacted immediately, as if she had been expecting his attack. She spun him around, hitting him hard in the face with suprising strength. The vampire reeled feeling the pain of the strike, and his intended victim kicked him hard in the stomach doubling him over. What the hell?
"As a rule.." she said as he felt himself being lifted by a handful of hair. "Vampires are largely overconfident. Let that be a lesson to you."
She plunged a stake into his chest, watching the demon explode into dust.
-
Oh no, she thought. This is my new dress. Elizabeth hurriedly brushed the vampire dust from herself. A proper lady can't be seen in public with a dirty dress, after all.
But all of this was part of the job, which she had gladly accepted. It was the only honorable thing to do. She helped people. She destroyed the demons that would feed on humanity.
If she had to get a little dirty doing it...well then, so be it. She could always wash later.
She smiled as she straightened her dress and corsette. Then she whistled a folk song on the way home. Rupert would be quite pleased that another vampire no longer roamed the night.
She was the Slayer. This was what she did.
--
"Please Rupert.." Elizabeth said as she stepped down from her carriage. "I'm not a little girl anymore, you don't have to help me down."
As much as she had been conditioned to be the quaint little lady, Elizabeth Summerfield had a strong independent streak. It had a lot to do with the fact that she was, in fact, the Slayer. She was the strongest and fastest female in her entire generation, who was chosen to fight the demons and other foes of the forces of good. She was still uncomfortable rationalizing why she should be doted over like a defenseless girl.
Other than being her advisor in affairs of state, Rupert was her Watcher. It was a sacred duty, which had been passed to him by his own father. It was his duty and privilege to assist and advise the Slayer on her duties. It was he, who did the arduous research and devised the complex plans against the invariably powerful demon, which Elizabeth faced with regularity.
He smiled up at his young charge, noting her streak of rebelliousness. She was the Slayer, yes. But tonight of all nights, was very important. Tonight the King would announce his son's intended suitor, and this could be an important event for both of them.
Elizabeth, of course, was uninterested in such affairs of state. Did it really matter who the Prince chose to court? Whomever it was, it didn't change her status a bit. Nor did she care. She was Lady Elizabeth Summerfield, courtesan and aristocrat. She did not care whom the Prince married, so long as the windbag chose someone else but her.
She gazed across the ballroom, listlessly. She was searching for any sign of a companion that might interest her. Finally her eyes settled upon a young man that she was surprised and excited to see.
"Alexander!" she exclaimed, running across the dance floor. She met her friend in a long hug, that dripped of absence. She had missed him so much, while he was away!
The young man reciprocated and hugged her back, as he felt his best friend collide into his side.
"Well…" he said, holding her at arm's length, "It's great to see you too."
"You've been away for too long!" Elizabeth told him, as the next song started and she danced with him. Alexander was her very best male friend. She was more comfortable with him than any man on the face of the earth. "Why didn't you write to me?"
"Well, I've been very busy, Elizabeth." He told her. "My father's business keeps me occupied. But you know that I'll always be back to see you."
"Aww. My Alexander.." She smiled at him as the next song started, letting the feeling run through her as the violinists played. "You know that I love you." she said
He smiled at her. "Yes, but not in the way I want you to love me." They continued to dance and hold to each other while the music played.
They still smiled and danced, as if no other creature in the world could make a difference. This was a wonderful party, after all. And Elizabeth intended to enjoy it.
--
It was late. The second night that she had been on patrol with no break in the monotony. Things had been relatively slow tonight, with not even one vampire encountered. It was downright eerie.
Elizabeth walked the streets, still giddy from the dance. Alexander was her very best male friend, who understood her role but didn't mind. He was the best.
Then there was Willow. Willow was a serving girl that always gave her the very best attention. She had come to be the servant's very good friend over the past few parties that Elizabeth had been a part of. As far as the servants were concerned, Elizabeth was the sweetest noble. She always gave the highest compliments and expected very little. That was enough to grant her almost Queen status. Everyone loved Elizabeth, servants and nobles alike.
-
So now, to the present. Elizabeth was on her nightly patrol, just like it should be. Playing, as always, the role of the innocent girl who walked the streets alone after dark. It was fitting, in a way. Seeing as how she really would be no more than an innocent girl if she hadn't been the Chosen One. Without the strength and speed that she had been granted upon her calling, she would be nothing more than noblewoman Elizabeth.
It wasn't long after her calling that Rupert had found her. She was so thankful to have him as her Watcher. First, he was very smart. He knew almost everything about vampires and demons, which was so useful in the secret cause to which she was a part. Second, he truly loved and cared about her. Much unlike the real parents that she never knew, and finally she had used her influence to maneuver him into his current position as her consultant.
As all of these thoughts continued to drift through her mind, she continued to walk the main street of town. It was, indeed a slow night with demons considered. She was very surprised that no demon had made its move and attacked her yet, which made her wonder. Soon her wondering was quenched as she heard the sounds of a struggle from a nearby alleyway.
The demons had chosen to attack someone else tonight.
Elizabeth closed the distance quickly, running toward the sound of scuffle. Her reflexes were honed and ready. Entering the alley she saw the demon. It was perched above it's intended victim grinning fatally and ready to deliver the killing blow. Elizabeth knew that she couldn't save the girl in time.
Then she stopped, totally surprised.
The dark haired girl, who had been the beast's intended victim, struck it across the face and sent it reeling back. Then she kipped up to her feet and closed the distance on her stunned attacker.
Elizabeth just watched, stone still. This peasant girl was defending herself?
The girl definitely was a peasant, Elizabeth could tell that by the way she was dressed. She wore the dress of a serf, and had smudges of dirt intermittently along the parts of her body that were exposed. The poor girl was in desperate need of a bath, but she was definitely causing a lot of damage to this vampire. She struck at it with all the strength and speed of a…no. She couldn't be.
The dark haired girl knocked the demon back against the far wall with a hard kick, then she began to run.
Elizabeth moved forward, finally allowing her reflexes to take over, staking the demon and watching it fall to dust. It was more of a distraction than anything else. She couldn't allow herself to be kept from at least talking to this girl. It was essential.
-
"Wait!" Elizabeth called, and the fleeing girl stopped in her tracks. She turned to face the noblewoman.
Her dress is so pretty, the younger girl thought. Why would she even talk to me? But still she stopped in her tracks, afraid to even move.
"Girl..?" Elizabeth called to the frozen figure, who slowly turned to look at her. The girl kept her eyes down, never looking her in the face which befit a person of her social stature.
Elizabeth approached her carefully, not sure how to talk to the young girl. She didn't want to scare her off, after all. As she got closer, she noticed how thin the poor thing was. It looked as if the girl hadn't eaten in days. But still her beauty showed through the dirt that covered her.
"What's your name girl?"
The young peasant hesitated slightly before giving her name. "Faith."
She then ran into the night, before Elizabeth could catch her. It was so fast that Elizabeth was left wondering if she had dreamed the encounter. She was now left with dust and an empty alley.
-
She walked home, her thoughts drifting to the young girl whose life she had tried to save. So pretty. So…dirty. Oh my, I didn't just think that did I? No. I just feel sorry for her.
Still though, I must find out more about her. Also I must tell Rupert about her. He will be most interested. Most interested indeed.