herotypical | ooc ↻ appointments & messages

ooc ↻ appointments & messages

❮ buffy, when i said you could slay vampires and have a social life, i didn't mean at the same time! ❯

catch-all appointments & messages post for

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ATTENTION -- looking for old threads? previous appointment posts can be found here and here.

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Fun was the last thing on her mind. When she hit the springy, mossy ground below, her first priority was to snap a branch off a good, strong trees. But good, strong trees took strength in turn to disbranch. She managed it at length but it still took long enough to discourage her.

Still, she at least had something to throw at him when all of this went belly up. She twirled the short branch and ducked into a particularly thick stand of trees. She assumed, of course, that he'd take the ladder.

"Hmm hmmm hmmm," he hummed, striding out from the forest down the familiar trail to the lake. "Lovely niiiight for a stroooolllllll. Pretty and beautifullll! And safe!"

Marauder-baiting, that.

...Had she been wholly herself, this would've been hilarious. Light-hearted, even. Perhaps it would have an immense ability to heal some of this terrible rift. But as it was, Buffy merely sighed and leaned her forehead against a nearby tree's cool and jagged bark.

"Just do what he suggests," she whispered to herself. "To a point. Maraud. Nothing more. This doesn't have to go the way of every other time he's ever tried to teach you anything..."

(Dubious) pep-talk over, she pushed off the trunk and snuck her way parallel to the trail -- gaining ground on him.

He could FEEL himself being watched, and Jack loved every moment of it. Those green eyes, following him -- such good shivers.

"La lalala! Got meself a bow! Pretty little crossbow!"

Branch in hand, she gave him a good two minutes before she claimed the next few feet of path laid out before him.

"I think you'll find that that's going to be...my pretty...little...crossbow.

Soon."

She cleared her throat. She pointed her very terrifying stick very terrifyingly at him. Sorta.

Little did Buffy know, they were both being stalked. Stalked. Stalking. So fun. And soon, Spike would be here. Spike would stalk with her and stalk and kill and fire.

Pretty, pretty fire.

Bare feet made no sound on the muddy pine needles.

"Oh!" Jack was continuing to "act" the part of victim. He wanted her to feel strong. "Oh, unlucky, this! A fierce and predatory marauder!"

And poor little broken Buffy Summers couldn't sense a thing. Not that she would've been trying, anyway. Often times, she depended more on her reflexes than her senses. But nope, her instincts evaporated away in a little bubble exiled from her mind by the slimmest prospect of fun.

"That's exactly it." She shook her stick at him. Stepped forward. Gave his chest a playful little nudge. "Now. Hand over the bow before I get cross?"

Get it? 'Cause it was a crossb--oh, just hand over the damn thing!

Follow follow follow. Oh the slayer smelled sweet. Drusilla clicked her non-vampable teeth together. Sweet like Johnny-in-the-Pulpit.

Or that particular conditioner -- she made note to try it next time she lurked into the shop for supplies.

It was with a great grin that the vampire stepped out on the path behind Jack Sparrow. She didn't speak. She simply shadowed him, smiling over his shoulder at the slayer.

"Darling? You've a knack for words. Gorgeous knack. Anyone ever tell you that?"

Oblivious to what was behind him, Jack looked lovingly at Buffy. God, he adored her. The ground she walked on as well. All of it.

...The ridiculousness of the situation finally got to her. It chipped through her fear and discouragement. She smiled.

"Never quite like that, no. People tend to suggest it's a bit more knick-knack than kna--"

Joy drained out. She bled happiness -- it left her so fast and might as well have stained the ground she walked on. Her eyes went from crinkled-and-happy to wide-and-terrified.

Without thinking, she dragged her branch back into two hands and cracked it violently against an up-lifted knee. It didn't break. She tried again; the bark cut at her palms and the wood bruised her thigh. On the third attempt, it snapped into a jagged point.

"Get the hell over here!" She yelled -- at pirate or at vampire or at both, she couldn't quite decide.

Dru raised a razor-tipped hand. It could certainly cut through dreadlocks. It would HAVE to -- this one was far too hairy to eat otherwise.

That was when Jack took a step backward in surprise. It was such a sudden change that had come over her, and.....scary.

Not as scary, though, as the knife-edged feeling that pierced his shirt. There wasn't a great deal of pain at first. Just a little, but it blossomed and spread as his shirt became soaked.

Several long, heavy blond-tinged locks fell to the forest floor. One braid.

Jack fled to Buffy's side, raising the crossbow to his shoulder and turning to face his enemy as he did.

"..........Bugger. Go 'way, vicious thing!"

Braver than she ought to be, she tried to nudge him behind her.

"See?" Buffy stood a little straighter. She was still a piece of a Slayer; that had to count for something. "Now you've gone and trimmed something I didn't want to see trimmed. You and me are gonna have to have words, Drusilla. And by words? I of course mean blows."

But there was a quaver in her voice. She stepped forward.

"Won't! Not vicious, NOT!" Drusilla licked Jack's blood from her fingertips and savored it. Mmmmmmm. Warm. Delicious.

Like Buffy, she was also suffering from the power cap. It did not blunt her claws, though.

"I will trim all the rest, right down to his throat. Right down to the markings on his chest! Snip snip! I like his pretty markings! I want to wear his hide."

Blackbeard's mark, in particular, attracted her.

"Buffy!" Jack had the crossbow. He tried to reach out and pull her back. "Trimming's neither here nor there! No dying today, eh?"

Disgust and anger coalesced in her stomach when she saw Drusilla dare to taste her lover's life's blood. She would've rushed forward but Jack's pull was enough to stop her; they were about equal in strength, now. She stumbled back against Jack's chest.

"I have to do this," Buffy hissed -- struggling forward once again.

"Buffy?" He thrust the crossbow toward her. "Shoot her."

The pirate knew her well enough, now, to realize that it was no good trying to stop her. Better to recognize her expertise in this area, which he could not deny. This wasn't his battle.

No. NO. She couldn't die again. Not when he was so close. Not when she could FEEL him in the air, like fireflies.

Drusilla snarled like a wild beast and brandished her nails. She wasn't going to make any of this pretty.

Expertly -- thank goodness she had training above and beyond her powers -- she took the crossbow in hand, exchanging it with the stake. Jack aught to have some weapon. Her real problem would be with aiming it. It wasn't that her aim was now terrible; however, it would only be passable.

Buffy wasted no time in lifting the weapon and tracking the vampire in her sights. The bolt launched. Buffy prayed for the heart.

Dru was still stinging from her last encounter with this slayer -- the meeting that had killed her. Once she saw the bow in action, she knew they weren't going to let her get close enough to manipulate. Not this one. Not after the game she'd just played with the pirate's inky skin.

Drusilla, opting to live to fight and feed another day, took the bolt to the gut as she dodged away into the blackness of the trees. Time to regroup.

Time to wait for him.

".........Vampire." Jack bent to pick up his hair. There was quite a lot on the ground. He felt, suddenly, exhausted with all of this.

...Her nerves sang out -- shouted out, really -- for her to break away and chase Drusilla down. Especially since she'd seen the bolt actually hit the vampire. Perhaps she could--

"Jack," Buffy straightened, dropping the now ammoless bow. He was cut, albeit not fatally. And so these seconds she now spend worrying over him ensured Drusilla's escape.

"Oh my God. Come here."

Buffy drew him into a hug.

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