Dealing with Devils
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BtVS AU/AR › FemmeSlash - Female/Female
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BtVS AU/AR › FemmeSlash - Female/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
11
Views:
2,627
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
1
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“I appear to be slightly naked."
Chapter six
Luckily for me the change back isn’t half as painful as changing into the wolf inside of me. However I am usually asleep. As my human foam takes control over my body I go limp and fall to the floor. I’ve had an eventful night and I’m bloody tired.
I rub my face trying in vain to push away the thumping in my head. As I do this, the chains scrape against the floor sending a shot of pain through my skull. I hate that noise.
I lift my head to look at my surrounding. It’s just a habit, I’ve woken up here countless times. Something’s different though. It doesn’t smell right.
There are two people staring at me. From what they must have just seen I don’t blame them. It doesn’t take me long to recognise one of them. “Oh… Bollocks…” I put my head back down to the floor and cover my face hoping that I’m still dreaming.
Looking back up. Nope they are still there. “Hey.” What else was I supposed to say? “I appear to be slightly naked here.”
The shock disappears from Leigh’s face and is replaced by embarrassment and she turns to the wall so she can’t see. Her male companion still doesn’t take his eyes off me.
“Marty! Help her get dressed or something.” Leigh says with urgency. “Don’t worry about him, he’s gay.” She adds I assume to me.
A little while later I’m all dressed and sitting up. It was quite complicated, as I had to wait to be able to get movement back into my limbs. Finally Leigh takes her eyes from the wall and looks at me.
Now what do I say? The fact that this Marty has a gun on him doesn’t help me speak. What are they, werewolf hunters? I’m told my teeth along will bring a hefty price on the black market. “So… What are you?” Not the best start I’ll have to admit.
“I don’t think we should discuss this here we can go back to mine if you like?” She says
“Not likely I don’t know what you are. What are you going to do to me?” The last sentence trails off to more of a whisper than a sentence. I don’t want to die. I haven’t done anything. I chain myself up every full moon to make sure I don’t do anything.
“I’m not going to hurt you Jamie.”
“The gun says different.” I flick my eyes to the weapon just to make sure it was still pointing at the floor.
“If I was going to kill you I would have done it while you were a wolf.” This is a fair statement, which I can’t really argue with. But I still don’t trust her.
“We could always go to my place.” The guy she’s with, Marty I think he was called offers.
“You’re the one with the gun. I’m not going anywhere with you.” Digging the heels in. This is what I do best.
He looks down at the firearm realising that it could unnerve me slightly and drops it to the floor.
“Fine we can do this here if you really want to.” Leigh throws up her hands and takes a perch on one of the sand bags littered around the room. Why sand bags you ask, I have no idea, they were here when I found this place. “I’m a slayer.” She says this as if it should explain everything.
“A what?” I have never herd of a slayer in my life.
“In every generation there is a Chosen One. She alone will stand against
the vampires, the demons and the forces of darkness. She is the Slayer.”
“Vampires demons and forces of darkness.” I leap forward and grab the gun from the floor shouldering the rifle and aiming it at both of them. “That would be me right?” I try to steady my hand on the gun barrel.
“I didn’t say that.”
“Demons, forces of darkness. I don’t fit into that at all.” I begin to step backwards and find the first step and bring both of my feet onto it.
“Come on don’t do anything stupid.” Marty seams less bothered having a gun pointed at him than I do holding the bloody thing.
“Like what?” I take the next few steps still travelling backwards. “I’m getting out of here.” Like I had to explain that. I take another few steps. I think about dropping the gun and running but that would be silly giving them the weapon to kill me yeah smart thinking. So I skip dropping the gun and take off up the stairs and out of the mausoleum.
I throw the gun amongst some bushes and take off bare foot through the long grass making my way home.
Luckily for me the change back isn’t half as painful as changing into the wolf inside of me. However I am usually asleep. As my human foam takes control over my body I go limp and fall to the floor. I’ve had an eventful night and I’m bloody tired.
I rub my face trying in vain to push away the thumping in my head. As I do this, the chains scrape against the floor sending a shot of pain through my skull. I hate that noise.
I lift my head to look at my surrounding. It’s just a habit, I’ve woken up here countless times. Something’s different though. It doesn’t smell right.
There are two people staring at me. From what they must have just seen I don’t blame them. It doesn’t take me long to recognise one of them. “Oh… Bollocks…” I put my head back down to the floor and cover my face hoping that I’m still dreaming.
Looking back up. Nope they are still there. “Hey.” What else was I supposed to say? “I appear to be slightly naked here.”
The shock disappears from Leigh’s face and is replaced by embarrassment and she turns to the wall so she can’t see. Her male companion still doesn’t take his eyes off me.
“Marty! Help her get dressed or something.” Leigh says with urgency. “Don’t worry about him, he’s gay.” She adds I assume to me.
A little while later I’m all dressed and sitting up. It was quite complicated, as I had to wait to be able to get movement back into my limbs. Finally Leigh takes her eyes from the wall and looks at me.
Now what do I say? The fact that this Marty has a gun on him doesn’t help me speak. What are they, werewolf hunters? I’m told my teeth along will bring a hefty price on the black market. “So… What are you?” Not the best start I’ll have to admit.
“I don’t think we should discuss this here we can go back to mine if you like?” She says
“Not likely I don’t know what you are. What are you going to do to me?” The last sentence trails off to more of a whisper than a sentence. I don’t want to die. I haven’t done anything. I chain myself up every full moon to make sure I don’t do anything.
“I’m not going to hurt you Jamie.”
“The gun says different.” I flick my eyes to the weapon just to make sure it was still pointing at the floor.
“If I was going to kill you I would have done it while you were a wolf.” This is a fair statement, which I can’t really argue with. But I still don’t trust her.
“We could always go to my place.” The guy she’s with, Marty I think he was called offers.
“You’re the one with the gun. I’m not going anywhere with you.” Digging the heels in. This is what I do best.
He looks down at the firearm realising that it could unnerve me slightly and drops it to the floor.
“Fine we can do this here if you really want to.” Leigh throws up her hands and takes a perch on one of the sand bags littered around the room. Why sand bags you ask, I have no idea, they were here when I found this place. “I’m a slayer.” She says this as if it should explain everything.
“A what?” I have never herd of a slayer in my life.
“In every generation there is a Chosen One. She alone will stand against
the vampires, the demons and the forces of darkness. She is the Slayer.”
“Vampires demons and forces of darkness.” I leap forward and grab the gun from the floor shouldering the rifle and aiming it at both of them. “That would be me right?” I try to steady my hand on the gun barrel.
“I didn’t say that.”
“Demons, forces of darkness. I don’t fit into that at all.” I begin to step backwards and find the first step and bring both of my feet onto it.
“Come on don’t do anything stupid.” Marty seams less bothered having a gun pointed at him than I do holding the bloody thing.
“Like what?” I take the next few steps still travelling backwards. “I’m getting out of here.” Like I had to explain that. I take another few steps. I think about dropping the gun and running but that would be silly giving them the weapon to kill me yeah smart thinking. So I skip dropping the gun and take off up the stairs and out of the mausoleum.
I throw the gun amongst some bushes and take off bare foot through the long grass making my way home.