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Buffy and Harry: Vamping It Up

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It all started with a girl one night.

Okay, that was a bit cliche’d, maybe, but this girl was absolutely surrounded by vampires. She was short, she was blonde, she was cute, she was wisecracking left and right.

And she was kicking some serious vampire ass.

Harry broke into a run, dashing towards the fracas, hefting his staff and gathering his power as he moved. Taking aim, he blasted one of the bloodsuckers as it leaped for the girl from behind, sending it crashing into the wall of the nearest building hard enough to crumble the brick. It fell into the pile of trash bags and wooden pallets and sprang back to its feet, snarling, its yellow eyes gleaming hatred at him from beneath the fleshy ridges of its forehead.

“Idiot caster,” the creature growled. “I’m gonna rip your liver out through your nose. Then I’m gonna eat it.”

“Okay, sure, tough guy. I’m just gonna call ‘pants on fire’ to that one,” Harry said. His blasting rod was already in his hand.

He’d run into their kind before, these demonic vampires. They had, like most vampires, once been human, but their souls had been stripped away and replaced with demonic intelligence that integrated with their memories. They were strong, fast, insatiable, and utterly depraved. 

Which was why Harry felt absolutely no hesitation in setting this one on fire with a stream of flame from his blasting rod when the creature pounced at him. It screamed and thrashed, then burst into ash.

“Hey! Looks like I was right,” he quipped, but didn’t have long to rest on his laurels. He spun to face the other vampires and gave a brief nod to the girl. “Hi there. Need a hand?”

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“Dwarrow & Nightgaunt.”

The phrase “hugging the walls” had always been an amusing one to Kurt, particularly when he had been first learning English. 

Of course, he could hug the walls more literally than some people.

It did, however, seem less funny right at this particular second. 

“Bitte, please, Fraulein,” he held up his LLAP-cloven hands as he clung with his feet to the wall in a corner near the ceiling, gleaming-golden eyes wide and tail rattlesnaking with anxious displeasure. 

“I come in peace.”

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There was nothing quite like a warm meal on a beautiful night, and Kai had finally managed to lure said meal out of the bar where she’d found him and into an alley that led to the harbor. Why did they have to make the music so loud in places like that? It was all she could do to get a few notes into his thick, drunk skull without completely screeching.

Now, out in the much quieter night air, all he needed was a gentle tug to come along with her to the shore, though after all that effort, Kai was tempted for just a quick bite before bringing him to the others. She’d have to sing him much deeper to keep him from screaming, obviously, but that was easy enough.

However, she’d barely started to hum into his ear when she saw the silhouette at the alley’s end. A woman, alone, watching them. “Sorry!” Kai called cheerfully, keeping her grip on her prey. “Are we bothering you? We can go somewhere else.”

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((Hi, all. I woke up with LOTS of muse for my Buffy verse, so I think I may focus on that today. Hopefully will get to some other stuff later in the coming week!))

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[thenewcastleincident]

“So nice to finally put a face to someone I’ve heard so much about.”

“Tha’s grand, luv. Lo’ssa people ‘ave ‘eard ‘bout me, but I ‘ave no fuckin’ idea who you are.”

[thatgoddamnwizard]

Was that a marshmallow that had just gotten tossed at Harry? Yes. Yes it was. Because while they were waiting in the woods for BIGFOOT of all people, Buffy was going to make s'mores.

Harry leveled a mock glare at the Slayer. “This is serious business we’re on, here, Buff. River Shoulders may be mostly benign, but he’s one hell of a powerful being, and you don’t want to accidentally offend one of the Forest People. Believe me. It isn’t fun.” 

To prove his point, he threw a marshmallow at Buffy. The corners of his mouth twitched, trying very hard to break into a grin, until he couldn’t hold it back any more. “He does like s’mores, though.”

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“Oof.” 

The foot that had found it’s way to her stomach had caught her off guard, sending the woman stumbling back and falling heavily into the gravestone behind her, effectively knocking the wind from her lungs. 

She scrambled as she fought to catch her breath, simultaneously reaching for the stake tucked inside her jacket pocket, while attempting to put space between herself and her attacker.

Until, that is, the tell-tale shape of a stake flashed through the moonlight. “W-wait!” she gasped, scrambling backwards. “N-not... Not a vampire!” she stammered as she tried to put space between herself and what was clearly another hunter.