the double fang twins

Bite your tongue
Buffy felt that small wooden cross in it’s placed tucked in the back of her pants tucked neatly against her lower back. She also felt blue eyes of the man who could not follow her out into the retreating sunlight. She thought for a mere second that she should run back in there and press that cross to his defined chest and watch it burn. She already walked with that trained hand swinging a little further back at each step to grab hold of that cross or that stake on the other side if a vampire was feelin’ froggy enough to jump. None did and she was grateful and sorry at the same time. Death was her gift it was what she saw everyday and made every night. Some part of her longed for the heat of a battle and the other part longed to run home and hide under the covers until sunrise. Luckily for the world the stronger part won out.
Buffy walked silently all through the night, there was nothing, neyt, nada, not a thing to rekill tonight. She had been walking for hours, even sitting on a head stone for a few minutes and contemplating actually digging some trouble up. Finally it was nearing sunrise and Buffy started her journey down dimly lighted streets on her way home, when suddenly… “Ahh!!! No! Please! Someone help!!” Buffy barely held back the feeling to leap with joy. “Finally a kill tonight.” She thought. Buffy often wondered if she had begun to sound like the ones she fought. Hunting off instinct and lust for the kill. “Nah.” Buffy concluded and took off in the direction of the high pitched screaming.
“No! Please, for the love of God don’t.” the futile blonde girl screamed as she struggled against the obviously more powerful undead. The girl closed her eyes as the sharp fangs progressed agonizingly slowly towards her neck. Soon instead of her own screams of pain she heard the hissing sound of something being burned and a little splash of water hit her in the face. The creature that had her in it’s unbreakable hold growled and stumbled back letting her go as he did. She looked around, confused and saw a girl no older than herself, in fact didn’t they go to the same college at one time? She was to afraid to remember her own name, of coarse she wouldn’t remember her.
“I think it’s time your feet do their thing.” Buffy advised, glancing back at the girl while keeping her attention to the vampire that was struggling to get up.
“That – was my dinner.” The male vampire hissed as he stood up straight.
Buffy’s eyebrows knitted when she saw him, “Well I’ll be.” She said, as she looked into the face of William the Bloody himself, well a look alike anyway.
“Slayer.” This was defiantly not the Spike she knew. The Spike she knew called her “pet” or “love” he didn’t hiss “Slayer” like a cobra. Besides he had so subtle differences only a slayer could notice.
“What? No ‘love’, ‘pet’ or sexy little American crumpet?” now that last one she had made up but she made a mental note to pass that one along to Spike next time they got into it. “There will be no next time.” Another, more logical part of her brain said. “Psht, yeah right.” The other side replied.
“What are you babbling about woman?” The Spike look-a-like asked, “Just come over here and fight me.”
“I’d thought you’d never ask.” Buffy quipped with a coy smile, and pulled the large stake from it’s place tucked between her pants and her skin. “Let’s get ready to rumble.” She said in her best, ring announcer voice.
The blonde vampire looked quizzically at her, his yellow eyes shifting from her to the stake in her hand. Then the loudest most drawn out laugh followed.
Buffy straightened herself from her fighting stance. “What is so funny?”
“You.” The vampire managed out.
“Me?” Buffy questioned, she looked down at herself, “Is it the shoes, cuz I was going for function, not fashion here.”
“No.” he said on his last chuckle. “You intend to kill ME,” he put a large hand on his chest, “With that?” he pointed towards the stake in her hand and burst into laughter again.
Buffy actually found herself a little offended that he would mock “Mr. Pointy” like that. “Bite your tongue!” she declared forcefully then realized how much she sounded like Xander right then.
The vampire stopped laughing just as quickly as he had started to look at her.
Buffy managed to keep her face from turning the darkest possible red as his eyes gazed down on her but that was a tough feat.
Luckily for Buffy’s growing embarrassment the vampire looked up as if he heard something Buffy didn’t and looked back down at her, “Sorry, Slayer looks like we’re going to have to cut this encounter short.” He said, “Master calls.” With that he was gone.
Buffy’s brows knitted but after a while she continued on her way home.