Meztli’s Bright Smile
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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female
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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
12
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1,265
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I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 2
Oh I knew who had sent them after me, or at least I had a hunch. Years ago, before I had ever even heard of such a thing as the English language, I was hunted by a group of white men. I didn’t understand them when they spoke their language, but that didn’t stop the natives and me from killing them. One of them, the last one actually whom the natives had captured and left for me to dispose of as I saw fit, had learned a little of my ancient language. He had informed me that there would be more like him who would come after me, that they wouldn’t stop until I was dead. Intrigued I asked him why.
“Because there is a prophecy that we believe you will play a role in with one of our future Slayers at the Hellmouth and it might possibly be detrimental to our cause.” He said. Bored with his words that I did not understand I fed off of him, but what he had said I never forgot. I eventually learned English, studied it and grasped the meaning of most of what he had told me long ago, but not all of it. This latest group of hunters had gotten far too close for comfort for my personal tastes, and I grew tired of the endless interruptions and trespassing into my domain. I decided I would visit this Hellmouth and kill this Slayer person of which the man had spoken of long ago in order that I would no longer have to be troubled with these men hunting me down in my territory. I’ll feast off of this Slayer’s flesh and innards as I did with that Englishman years ago.
I informed the natives that I would not be there to protect them, but I left them with the weapons I had stolen from off of the bodies of the men and the advice to lay low until my return. Then I began my journey to the northern lands, moving from town to town without anyone being the wiser to my presence, finding demons along my travels and getting from them information on how to get to this thing called the Hellmouth and then leaving again as if I were naught but a shadow in one’s nightmares. Many of the demons could tell me only generalized information as to the Hellmouth’s location at best; it wasn’t until I was in the southern border towns of a land called Texas that I finally found a demon that could tell me its exact location. “Sunnydale, California.” It had gasped before I had killed it.
Looking on a map I stole from a store I located this place called California, and taking the map with me, I began the last leg of my journey. And all the time I thought to myself: this Slayer person is going to regret ever having infringed on my territory.
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“Because there is a prophecy that we believe you will play a role in with one of our future Slayers at the Hellmouth and it might possibly be detrimental to our cause.” He said. Bored with his words that I did not understand I fed off of him, but what he had said I never forgot. I eventually learned English, studied it and grasped the meaning of most of what he had told me long ago, but not all of it. This latest group of hunters had gotten far too close for comfort for my personal tastes, and I grew tired of the endless interruptions and trespassing into my domain. I decided I would visit this Hellmouth and kill this Slayer person of which the man had spoken of long ago in order that I would no longer have to be troubled with these men hunting me down in my territory. I’ll feast off of this Slayer’s flesh and innards as I did with that Englishman years ago.
I informed the natives that I would not be there to protect them, but I left them with the weapons I had stolen from off of the bodies of the men and the advice to lay low until my return. Then I began my journey to the northern lands, moving from town to town without anyone being the wiser to my presence, finding demons along my travels and getting from them information on how to get to this thing called the Hellmouth and then leaving again as if I were naught but a shadow in one’s nightmares. Many of the demons could tell me only generalized information as to the Hellmouth’s location at best; it wasn’t until I was in the southern border towns of a land called Texas that I finally found a demon that could tell me its exact location. “Sunnydale, California.” It had gasped before I had killed it.
Looking on a map I stole from a store I located this place called California, and taking the map with me, I began the last leg of my journey. And all the time I thought to myself: this Slayer person is going to regret ever having infringed on my territory.
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