Crossing The Line

Buffy panted, ducking under a wild swingging fist aimed at the back of her head. Her left foot shot up straight into the air, the heavy boot ramming directly into the vampire's nose. The familiar tune of cracking bones and crunching cartilege resounded in her ears like a fine melody, sweet and fullfilling.

The vampire staggered back, clutching uselessly at his rearranged nose, blood seeping between his fingers and onto his white hoody. Fear shone in his eyes as he backed away, attempting vainfully to get away from the approaching slayer, a stake held tightly in her locked fingers.

Buffy smiled innocently at the cowering creature of the night, enjoying the feeling of power and superiority she felt, she was inducing fear into a fearless animal. "Oh, weren't you going to," she stopped, crossing her free hand over her chest while she tapped the stake on her chin, "oh yeah, gut me like a lake trout and suck me so dry Death Valley would seem like Niagra Falls?" She taunted him with previous words, satisfaction filling her when he blanched.

The vamp took another step back, oblivious to the broken headstone behind him until he tripped over it, effectively letting him know all chances of escaping were dead. The slayer leaned over him, taking a handful of his long black hair and twirling it around her hand, yanking his head back so she could look into his eyes, watch them freeze when she staked him.

Buffy drew her hand back, ready for the kill, when the vamp shots his hands out ina gesture of begging for mercy, and in a way of saying to hold on.

"Wait slayer!" He nearly sobbed, he asked but he was expecting to be ash. It came as a full blown shock when the slayer simply dropped him to the floor and towered over him, still menacing, still the death machine.

"Why should I?" Buffy glowered, tapping her foot impatiently, wondering where Faith and her fight had left off to.

"Because if you kill me you won't find out what's going down." He said so fast, Buffy nearly missed it.

"Well speak up then vamp, don't try me, my patience is wearing thin tonight." Buffy warned him, kicking his foot for good measure. A sudden tingle that ran its course from the base of her neck to the pit of her stomach made her smile, Faith was coming.

"First you have to promise me you won't stake me." He tried bargaining with her. The frown her recieved made him a little less afraid, the slayer was thinking about it at least.

She sighed loudly, squating until she met him at eye level, "If the information is good I'll let you go," she grinned at him, tossing her thumb over her shoulder, "but if it's not, I'll let her have a go at you and by the time she's finished you'll wish I'd staked you. Sound good enough for you vamp?"

The vampire nodded his consent, "Yeah, that's good." He spoke to her, but kept his eyes trained on the other slayer, too wary of her, he'd heard about her from a few vamps and demons who were smart enough not to stick around anywhere near her, he definately didn't want to find out how fast he could run because she would catch him anyways.

"Start talking."

"Yes, yes, of course." He planted his palms on either side of him to lift himself up, however he found the pointy end of a stake pressed into his chest.

"What do you think you're doing?" Buffy inquired, applying more pressure onto the stake, the vampire's eyes bulging, "You stay sitting until I tell you otherwise, now talk, you're really getting on my last nerve."

"Okay, okay," he holds his hands up in surrender. "So you know how you destroyed the hellmouth and offed the first right?"

"Tell me something I don't know."

"Well it seems that the first already had a back up plan should its army fail."

Buffy felt a shiver break free from her, fighting the first had been bad enough, she'd lost many potentials, Anya, Spike, Wood had almost died, and she herself found herself portraying a shishkabob. She heard Faith grunt beside her. Looking up to meet her eyes, she could already see the gears turning in her head, could see her muscles flexing underneath her leather jacket, her thighs rippling through the material of her jeans. Yes, she was there too, she knew it all as well.

"Word in the underground is the first ressurected something, a vampire, powerful, menacing, the original."

Faith knelt beside the vampire, casually tossing an arm around his shoulder, pulling him into her side like they were good ol buddies, "So vamp," she started in an overly cheerful voice, the big smile on her face clearly faux, "You're saying the first ressurected Dracula to come and finish its little hissy fit?"

"Pfft!" The vampire scoffed, rolling his undead eyes, clearly annoyed at something the slayer had said. "You've been watching too many holly flicks slayer. Dracula!" He spat the name out with apparent disgust. "Dracula is a sorry ass, lame, fashion disaster piece royal pain in the ass loser who just thinks he's the all that. You know, I wanted to thank you for killing him." He offered to Buffy, attempting a smile.

"I resen that. I met that guy, he was pretty sexy and mysterious to me, yo uknow he had the whole tall, dark, and-"

Faith arched her brow at her fellow slayer, a teasing smirk coming on despite the forboading she already felt coming.

"Um, heh, so not the point right now. Okay back to the subject. If it isn't Dracula that here, and if he isn't the first, then who is?"

The vampire swallowed unneededly, licking his bloodied lips, the flow of blood from his nose gone. "You've actually fought him too. But the first made sure he comes back the way he was supposed to the first time around, no limits. You know Omega." he finished, watching the two slayers for their reactions. A smile crept up his lips as he saw fear flash in the green eyes of the blonde slayer.

"O-Omega? Are you sure? You better be sure." She told him urgently. A phantom pain struck the small of her back, in a scar, one that was inflicted upon her by the vampgod, one that never healed.

"I'm sure slayer. It's the talk of the century, well, besides the whole thing with the first and all. I take it you're not happy to hear this huh?"


"Understatement of the year." she grumbled under her breath, beginning to pace about the moist graveyard grass. "Do you know when he'll be here?"

The creature shrugged, "Sorry. I'm not as famous as Angelus or Omega so word doesn't come to me on something that big. It'll be soon though."

Faith had been sitting there, her arm drapped around the vampire and totally forgotten, her mind spinning in a frenzy. She'd witnessed the spark of fear flitter across Buffy's face, felt it through their slayer connection.

Removing her arm from the vamp, she stood up tall, brushing the back of her jeans out of habit, something was bothering her. "Did you say Angelus?"

"Yeah Angelus, the dude's been hanging around here the past couple of days, heard he's hear to partner up with Omega," he shuddered, "man Omega and Angelus, it's bad. I know I should be all yay and what not, but those two together, I rather it not."

"But-"

"Faith," Buffy cut the younger girl off, knowing exactly where the conversation would end. Faith shoots her a questioning look which she ignores for the time being. "So Angelus and Omega. We'd better go and talk to Giles. Maybe think about caliing Willow and Kennedy from college." She started, walking away towards the cementary entrance, already lost deep in painful, horrfying thoughts.

Faith followed her, nudging the vamp with the tips of her shoe, "You get to live another night, I'd steer clear of us if I were you if you want to keep it that way." she suggested before taking off in a full trot, leaving the flabbergasted vampire to gape at her back.

"They let me live..."

Another second was all he needed to scramble to his feet and take off into the night.