Dragon wing mercenary

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters portrayed within this story. I make no money, I’m a poor student so please don’t sue my ass.

Summery: Sunnydale is full of good and bad demons, but why is this one following Willow? And what do they want?


Authors note: original character, please read and review, I’d like to know if my own characters can mesh well with the original characters. All criticism taken with good taste and do enjoy…

The night was drawing in, and in those last few minutes of dusk, a shadowed figure stood atop a grassy hill over looking the infamous town of Sunnydale. The gentle winds ruffled their black leather trench coat while playing with the stranger’s hair. The dark character smiled to nobody in particular, “Welcome to Sunnydale. Please die carefully.” Still smiling, two giant wings, dragon like in appearance erupted from the beings back, carefully unfolding to create an impressive display of burgundy red wings. Almost reptilian, and yet they seemed right when compared to the rest of the owner. After a rather long stretch of these odd appendages, the hybrid carefully ran a gloved hand through their short purple hair before one heavy beat of the burgundy red wings. Pausing once to take in the view, they began to glide their way to a naturally dark Sunnydale.


***


Friday night’s patrol, it seemed so pointless to Buffy,

“It’s not fair!”

Slumping down on a tombstone moping, Buffy continued.

“I mean come on Will, see it from my point of view here. I work hard all week becoming more bookish and Gilesy like by the day,” Both Buffy and Willow shuddered at the thought of another Giles.

“So why should I have to do patrol on a Friday, I should be partying down the Bronze and drinking my money away,”

“I know Buff, but it’s not like these bumpy guys take a break either.”

Sympathising with her friend, but their conversation was soon put on hold by the untimely arrival of a band of the un-dead with slight vampiric tendencies. After dusting a few, it was obvious that Buffy could not do this alone. Even with all her skills and slayer strength, there was nothing either girl could do. In the thick of mêlée combat neither heard the call from above,

“Run slayer! Get down!!”

Before the words could register with the two teens, a figure appeared to fall from the sky towards the congregation. The being grabbed both Willow and Buffy, hoisting them from the continuous battle for their blood. Without a word the creature dropped the confused pair high upon one of the ancient crypts before descending upon to the oncoming vampires.

Still in shock the girls could not even begin to understand what just happened.

“Will…What just happened? And did that guy have wings? No way, seriously wings?”

The two girls held onto each other for protection. They still didn’t know if their “would be” rescuer was actually trying to save them or just wanted the kill even more than the vampires did. The dark figure had descended upon the clearly furious vamps. Confused and scared, they watched on as vampire after vampire became either dust or a rather bloody mess. The creature picked them apart two or three at a time until the last vampire was soon a very dusty vampire. Staring in disbelief, they watched carefully as Buffy’s question was soon answered.

The shadowed figure extended their wings to the fullest extent, tilted back their head and released what sounded like a primeval scream that echoed across the graveyard. Willow and Buffy were two scared to move stuck mesmerised by the phenomenon before them. The giant wings slowly retracted and disappeared into the creatures back.

The hybrid creature turned, about to speak when they were knocked violently to the ground. Held by down roughly by Willow on the right, and by Buffy on the left.

“What the hells going on here? I just saved you, what are you doing?”

The figure fought against the restraint, forcing the girls to let go. Quickly getting to their feet Willow and Buffy backed away from the now human like arrival.

“Who are you and what are you? You better watch it buddy I’m packing some seriously sharp wood here,”

Buffy was ready to defend herself and her best friend from whatever the Hell mouth had to offer. But even she had to say that this was new.

“Honestly you slayers. Dust a few vamps here, tackle a few demons there, and you think you’re the best and brightest thing to walk this Earth.”

Dusting the dirt from their trench coat, the figure tried to shadow their face.

“You can tell your friend to come out from behind that crypt, I’m not going to kill either of you-“

Cut off by Willow, the figure snapped it’s head in the direction of the hiding witch,

“How do we know that you’re not going to sprout something and, and carry us off, or bite us or something really not very nice…” Willow trailed off as the creature walked over to her.

“I’m not going to hurt you witch, because I can’t. There is no need to be scared of me.”

“We’re not scared of you, you what ever you are!!” Buffy was still unsure. She was suddenly thrown off balance by the speed of this unknown figure that was right now in front of her once more.

“Really slayer! You’re not scared? Then what is it that can I smell on you? Fear slayer, fear of the unknown, you and your witch friend are rank with it. So don’t come off all high and mighty with me you naive child!”

The loud voice made both Buffy and Willow once more cower from this figure.

“Now if you will excuse me, I really must be going.” The burgundy wings beat the air allowing for the silent exit.


***

The two girls walked home together after patrol, a little shaken by the evening’s experience but neither worse for wear. The night had moved on quickly and without event, after what Buffy had decided was in fact some hybrid demon, had fought off almost two night’s worth of vampire.

“So you’re sure that was some kind of demon Buff? It definitely looked kinda human ish to me.” Willow was playing with the sleeve of her jacket while looking a little sheepish. She had some serious mojo going on these days and should have been able to at least immobilise this monster.

“Yeah I’m pretty sure Will. Even vampires look human, but deep down they don’t have any shred of humanity left at all. It’s just a shell; and in this case a shell that has wings. Big scary flappy kind of wings.” Buffy was nodding to herself at her justification of her conclusion.

“Yeah, big wings. Who’da thought the flappy kind too huh. Definitely not for show on this one.” She was still playing with the material of the coat.

“Kinda wigged out huh Will?”

“Oh me? No, no don’t be silly. Terrified is a little more accurate.”

Buffy hugged onto her friend, “Ok, come on impromptu slumber party. I’m sure my mom won’t mind.” Willow forced a small smile and followed Buffy to the security of the slayer’s house.

***

It was Saturday night, and Willow was due to meet up with everyone at the Bronze. She grabbed her coat and set off into the dark and rainy night. She couldn’t shake the eerie feeling that she was being followed, so she picked up the pace.

But after turning another corner Willow was faced with several hungry vampires. The local vampire populous of the town knew that the teens of the neighbourhood were always around for the “picking” at weekends. Mostly because they used to be the teens of the neighbourhood, that had too, fallen into the similar trap some time ago.

Fuelled by hunger and the opportunity of feeding they hadn’t noticed that they weren’t the only ones following this particular morsel. Before she could even cry out, the vampires were scattered by a primeval scream ripping apart the silence. Willow began to breathe again; she had recognised the noise broke into a run.

As she looked back she ran into what felt like a wall.

“You should watch yourself young witch. One day you may not be so lucky.”

Willow looked up from the floor and recognised the leather trench coat and the odd purple hair. But as before the demon shadowed their face. The rain and darkness made it almost impossible to distinguish anything.

“I know I should probably thank you, but why are you following me? What is it you want? Just please don’t hurt me,” Her face had contorted into uncontrollable sobs at the thought of dieing at a demon’s hand.

Strong arms lifted her from the floor and into a surprisingly warm and gentle embrace.

“I’m not here to hurt you Willow. Don’t cry, there is no need to fear me. I know you are frightened but all will be revealed to you in due time.” Willow couldn’t even respond as the creature left her shaking and flew away into the dark and rainy night.


***


Willow did not tell Buffy about her encounter that evening; after all she would only ask questions that she didn’t have the answers to. She sat up in bed drawing the creature that had saved her life. With meticulous detail she picked out the shading on the gigantic wings, the ripples in the leather, and not forgetting the sculpted hair. Purple was an odd colour for hair she thought. But somehow it seemed to complement her drawing. Though she was somewhat frustrated, she had never seen their face so her picture would have to remain unfinished. As the artist sat finalising her masterpiece she was silently watched by her subject. The dark figure was sat in a tree across from Willow’s house, watching over her. Wondering when the time would come to explain their presence to the young woman.