Slayers: Academy Years
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BtVS Crossovers › Misc - FemmeSlash - Female/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
10
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4,935
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6
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1
Currently Reading:
1
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C4: Slayer Who?
Brennon slid into the car that her younger, half-brother had stolen for them, and slammed the door behind her as he sped off. He was cursing, quite colorfully, and ranting about something having to do with Slayers and the Initiative. Well, it hadn’t really gone according to plan, no. As he turned to look at her, waiting for her to agree with him, or growl that he shut up, he noticed the slight smirk on her lips. The smirk she always got when something was up. “What’s the look? What’s with the look? You’ve got that look.”
“I… met someone… you could say.” She smiled slightly, raising her brows and turning to look ahead of them at the road. Good thing to, she was able to brace herself when he hit the breaks and brought them to a screeching halt. “Fucking a…”
“Okay… wait a minute…” He smiled in a goofy way, staring at her. “I knew you two would hit it off. Admittedly the ballet thing was a little weird, and she was kinda quiet…”
“Fuck no! That vampire was a disaster, thank-you. I oh-so-enjoyed dragging conversation out of that…” Brennon rolled her eyes and folded her arms. She could just imagine the clueless look on his face at the moment, though.
“Wha…” He shook his head as she turned to glare at him. “I’m not followin. I don’t get it.”
She paused, knowing what his reaction was going to be. Hell, she’d have the same if their positions were switched. They weren’t though, and she looked away innocently. “Uh… just promise not to spaz.”
“Why, exactly, would I have need to spaz?”
“Well… you can do that sometimes…” She hazarded, delaying yet more. He opened his mouth to start shouting, as expected, and she interrupted before he could. “Fine! Fuck… okay, so what do you know about a girl named Elizabeth Summers…”
“Elizabeth Summers…” He said softly, thinking, as he looked up, then back at her slowly, still with that confused expression on his face. “The witch that owns the local apothecary?”
“No…” She bit her lip and drew back a bit, watching him think. An expression of realization came over his face, and he almost looked like he was choking. Yep, bingo.
“E… Elizabeth Summers. Liz… Summers….” He blinked hard, gripping the steering wheel as if he couldn’t believe this was happening. He probably couldn’t. “Strawberry blonde hair… petite frame… carries a stake?” Slowly, Brennon nodded, waiting for the explosion, as his voice got louder and louder. “Bren, she’s a Slayer. Fuck, she’s not just any slayer, she’s a Slayer. She’s their fucking baby!”
“What the hell does that mean?” She growled, getting out of the still stopped car. He followed, chasing her around to the front to argue more. Luckily, there weren’t any bystanders out at this time of night to see them arguing.
“Summers… don’t you fucking get it? She’s related to Buffy Summers. The Slayer. Miss Legendary. Miss I closed the Hellmouth. Miss fucking greatest slayer ever!” He snapped, looking panicked… and of course really pissed off. She’d expected that, but not what he’d revealed. “Not just that, but she’s also supposed to be descended from the witch. You know, the witch that Chose all of the new Slayers? She’s the only direct descendant of the both of them…. She’s supposed to be like the PERFECT slayer!”
“Big deal…” She shrugged, snatching the keys out of his hand. “It doesn’t matter. And little miss famous may not know it yet, but she digs me.”
“Are you not listening to me?”
“Can you say, back on the horse?” Her brows rose suggestively, and she trotted quickly over to the driver’s side. He scrambled into the passenger side, still planning to argue. Which he did. He told her she was insane. He told her she was a fool. “Bagh!”
“PS, miss stubborn demon… SHE’S STRAIGHT!”
~
Liz sat in the small ledge of her window, holding the jacket that she was supposed to give to their Watcher come morning report. She was looking at it, curiously, as if it might give her the answers to her questions. The late-night moon shone down over her, and she cracked the window for a bit of a breeze. Without even knowing what she was doing, Liz stood, holding the jacket higher and taking a big breath of the musky, spiced scent still lingering on the leather. Setting it down as she moved toward her bed, Liz wondered where exactly Brennon Talon was at that moment.
TBC
“I… met someone… you could say.” She smiled slightly, raising her brows and turning to look ahead of them at the road. Good thing to, she was able to brace herself when he hit the breaks and brought them to a screeching halt. “Fucking a…”
“Okay… wait a minute…” He smiled in a goofy way, staring at her. “I knew you two would hit it off. Admittedly the ballet thing was a little weird, and she was kinda quiet…”
“Fuck no! That vampire was a disaster, thank-you. I oh-so-enjoyed dragging conversation out of that…” Brennon rolled her eyes and folded her arms. She could just imagine the clueless look on his face at the moment, though.
“Wha…” He shook his head as she turned to glare at him. “I’m not followin. I don’t get it.”
She paused, knowing what his reaction was going to be. Hell, she’d have the same if their positions were switched. They weren’t though, and she looked away innocently. “Uh… just promise not to spaz.”
“Why, exactly, would I have need to spaz?”
“Well… you can do that sometimes…” She hazarded, delaying yet more. He opened his mouth to start shouting, as expected, and she interrupted before he could. “Fine! Fuck… okay, so what do you know about a girl named Elizabeth Summers…”
“Elizabeth Summers…” He said softly, thinking, as he looked up, then back at her slowly, still with that confused expression on his face. “The witch that owns the local apothecary?”
“No…” She bit her lip and drew back a bit, watching him think. An expression of realization came over his face, and he almost looked like he was choking. Yep, bingo.
“E… Elizabeth Summers. Liz… Summers….” He blinked hard, gripping the steering wheel as if he couldn’t believe this was happening. He probably couldn’t. “Strawberry blonde hair… petite frame… carries a stake?” Slowly, Brennon nodded, waiting for the explosion, as his voice got louder and louder. “Bren, she’s a Slayer. Fuck, she’s not just any slayer, she’s a Slayer. She’s their fucking baby!”
“What the hell does that mean?” She growled, getting out of the still stopped car. He followed, chasing her around to the front to argue more. Luckily, there weren’t any bystanders out at this time of night to see them arguing.
“Summers… don’t you fucking get it? She’s related to Buffy Summers. The Slayer. Miss Legendary. Miss I closed the Hellmouth. Miss fucking greatest slayer ever!” He snapped, looking panicked… and of course really pissed off. She’d expected that, but not what he’d revealed. “Not just that, but she’s also supposed to be descended from the witch. You know, the witch that Chose all of the new Slayers? She’s the only direct descendant of the both of them…. She’s supposed to be like the PERFECT slayer!”
“Big deal…” She shrugged, snatching the keys out of his hand. “It doesn’t matter. And little miss famous may not know it yet, but she digs me.”
“Are you not listening to me?”
“Can you say, back on the horse?” Her brows rose suggestively, and she trotted quickly over to the driver’s side. He scrambled into the passenger side, still planning to argue. Which he did. He told her she was insane. He told her she was a fool. “Bagh!”
“PS, miss stubborn demon… SHE’S STRAIGHT!”
~
Liz sat in the small ledge of her window, holding the jacket that she was supposed to give to their Watcher come morning report. She was looking at it, curiously, as if it might give her the answers to her questions. The late-night moon shone down over her, and she cracked the window for a bit of a breeze. Without even knowing what she was doing, Liz stood, holding the jacket higher and taking a big breath of the musky, spiced scent still lingering on the leather. Setting it down as she moved toward her bed, Liz wondered where exactly Brennon Talon was at that moment.
TBC