Cognatus

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Authors Notes:
I don't own any of these people. Wish I did.
Sparking from an Idea a Friend of mine and I had.

I know there will be some characters left out..
but that probably cause I don't do them justice.
Lemme know what you think ...
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Her pulse pounded in her ears, her feet pounded the ground. She was running. It seemed to her that she spent half her life running. But thing was she never ran from anything. She ran towards it. Such was the life of a Vampire Slayer. Buffy spent her life running towards the horrors that others ran away from

Her body was a full sprint which, for someone imbued with mystical powers such as Buffy, was faster than most others. Tonight she was running after a vampire. Nothing new? Right? Well this one was. This vampire she’d been tangling with over and over again for nearly 6 months off and on. She tried everything short of decapitation to kill it. There was something very different about this vampire. For one it could Fly, or Glide rather as Giles had pointed out, using the currents and thermals in the air to guide itself.

Racing around a corner Buffy saw the oncoming Mailbox a little too late and had to vault over it to keep in stride. She glanced up to the sky, the dark silhouette was still gliding from building to building.

How’d she’d ended up in New York was quite beyond Buffy. She remembered Giles and Willow following a series of clues, and they gang had ended up here in a hotel on the far side of town. Giles has even joked about a trip to Cleveland on the way back to Sunnydale. If there was one thing She’d learnt about New York ,it was that the whole “Worlds biggest melting pot” thing was a crock. That idea implies the intermingling of cultures. But that wasn’t what happened in New York, here you have Little Italy, Chinatown and where she was now. Mutant Town.

That’s right, Mutant Town. You hear about them all the time on the news, about people with extra ordinary abilities bestowed to them by genetics and fortunate happenstances. Buffy had always wondered if she was a mutant the first time she had heard about them, Some how Giles had known. Probably had something to do with the staring at the newspapers for hours on end in the high school library. But Buffy’s abilities were nothing to do with genetics, or getting bitten by some radioactive thing. It was mystical, it was from time immortal and it was a matter of destiny.

The Figure leapt on Buffy from atop a run down brownstone and barreled her to the ground. Kicking out with her legs she caught him square in the jaw. She heard a crunch of boot against flesh as she rolled to her feet. Morbius was his name. Literally. The Man stood before Buffy Used to be known as Dr Michael Morbius, Willow had done some research on him. Nobel Prize winning scientist. Known by the media as the “Living Vampire”. He’d been dying of some strange blood malady; he attempted to find a cure by experimenting with enzymes from bats blood. All of his attempts failed until he tried to activate the Enzymes within his blood with a series of electro shock treatments. The effects were instant. By the time the electricity finished coursing through his body, He had super strength, chalk white skin and fangs. Even a lust for blood, but he was still alive. Files kept by the Initiative say that Morbius’ first victim was his lab assistant. The same files say that after feeding his appearance returns to normal. Though it will change should the blood lust hit him. Buffy at least recognized that part of the story. The changing faces, the blood lust, she’d seen it with every vampire she’d ever slain. But right now she had to deal with this one. He reached inside he knapsack and pulled out a hand axe as she and the white skinned pseudo vampire circled each other.

Pivoting on her heel she wound her body tight and quickly brought the axe around in a back had slashing motion. Morbius saw it coming and ducked, though there was little time. The razor sharp blade shaved his shoulder, and some of the flesh came away. he supported himself with his right arm and kicked out with his left leg into Buffy’s stomach. Who staggered backwards into that Mailbox she’d vaulted moments ago. Her back started to sting. She opened her eye in time to see the Pallid skinned creature charging at her, rolling to the side just in time, Buffy’s ears were graced with the satisfying THUNNNNNNG, as Morbius ran face first into the mailbox. She pivoted her body around and drove the blunt end of the Shaft into the back of her foe’s head into the metal of the mailbox once more. Spinning in an agile manner to her feet he turned to see her unconscious opponent, only to discover nothing. No body, not even a groaning in pain bad guy nothing, as if the living vampire was never there.
“DAMMIT” She shouted “that guy is *so* off my Christmas card list.”
She took a deep breath; sweeping her bag up form the sidewalk she stashed her axe again and turned starting the walk back to the Hotel.