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Who: Sam and Buffy
What: First meeting...that goes awry
Where: Sunnydale Cemetery
When: November 1/early evening
Rating: PG
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What: First meeting...that goes awry
Where: Sunnydale Cemetery
When: November 1/early evening
Rating: PG
( welcome to sunnydale )
She loved her Mom, she really did, but sometimes her logic seemed a little... Well, flawed.
Like, for instance, her Mother saw nothing wrong with abandoning her patrols now that Faith was here. Despite the fact, she'd reminded her, that Faith hadn't been seen for a week. Was probably off in Vegas or Cuernevaca or somewhere else that wasn't THIS Hellmouth because Buffy was patrolling alone and--Whoo, boy, was she cranky tonight.
Sighing, she came to a stop beside a crypt, popping her neck. "All alone and cranky and nothing to hit," she murmured, her timing impeccable, to steal a word from Giles, 'cause her spidey sense suddenly went nuts and Buffy knew she just wasn't alone.
She neatly dodged the first fist that was thrown. The second caught her in the ribs and Buffy yelped, twisting around her assailant.
"Boy did you pick the wrong night," she murmured, slamming her stake home ( ... )
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She'd learned, from her days with Merrick, that it was important to take everything in during the fight. To observe your surroundings, your attacker...
She noted, as she rushed him, the blood on his fingers, the sort of dazed look in his eyes and Buffy Logic went out the window. All of a sudden she wanted to kill this guy and kill him a lot and when he grabbed her wrist, even she'd admit she was surprised at that.
He twisted, hard, and she was forced to drop the stake, to take stock of the situation and when he opened his mouth, Buffy dropped, kicking out his legs.
She scrambled for her stake quickly, grabbing it and twisting back and--Crap.
She totally had the advantage in this fight, damnit. But him sitting on the floor pointing a gun at her chest was never going to end well ( ... )
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He kept his defensive stance, gun leveled at her chest but his finger now loose on the trigger, even as he tried to show he wasn't the enemy here. "Look, not a vampire," he said, a bit breathless as his pulse bounded. He slowly moved to lift the corner of his upper lip. "See?" He dropped his hands. "No fangs."
He slowly got to his feet as she did as well, her stake still clutched defensively in her hand.
"This is a very bizarre mixup, alright? We obviously both came to the very wrong conclusion." He gave a small half-smile, trying his best to seem nonconfrontational even as he held her at gunpoint. "Now, you promise to stop kicking my ass if I lower my gun?"
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She scowled at him, getting to her feet just as slowly as he did.
"Wrong conclusion, right," Buffy nodded, not at all willing to let go of her theory that the guy was evil incarnate (you had to reserve some dubious judgement, after all) "That doesn't explain why you were kneeling over a dead girl with blood all over your fingers, does it ( ... )
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Truth seemed like a good option right about now, really.
"I was...hunting," he said with a small frown. No matter how many times he said it, he could never wrap his mind around the fact that he was brought up first and foremost a hunter. "Just like you. Vampires, right?"
He lowered his gun only slightly, aiming it at the ground. It was obvious he was gonna have to win this girl's trust, or they were going to be back at beating on each other. "My name is Sam. Sam Winchester." He paused with a deep exhale. "I found her, and I checked for a pulse, hence the blood." He lifted his bloody fingers. "I didn't do this. I can promise you that, but you just gotta trust me for a second."
Dean would blame him for pulling "the damn puppy dog eyes", but at this point, Sam had no shame.
Especially when it meant not getting his ass handed to him.
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Vampires, right?
Buffy frowned. Your general, run of the mill crazy did not know about vampires. He certainly didn't show up outside a mausoleum, trying to fight one of them.
Or the thing that was trying to kill it. And be sort of good at it.
Buffy took half a step back, still frowning even after the attempted introduction, and wondered if she'd be making the biggest mistake of her life (this week, at least) if she lowered her stake.
"You're a hunter?" Okay, she'd benefit of the doubt girl for a minute. "And you're doing what in Sunnydale, other than giving me a really bad headache?"
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His phone rang suddenly, sending out a tinny ringtone into the dead of night, and Buffy watched as he tensed, taking it out of his pocket with slow, deliberate movements.
He certainly sounded like a hunter, she noticed, talking about finishing up his sweep and suddenly, she felt a little antsy.
Not because she had the shiny loaded weapon that could do major amounts of damage pointed at her, no. More the fact that he'd admitted that he was a hunter, that he was here for a reason. You didn't just hear of a place called Sunnydale and hotfoot it down on the next Greyhound. There was a reason, usually, why hunters stopped off through here and that reason? Was never good ( ... )
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Those were two aspects of her life that, if she had anything to do with it, would never EVER merge. Ever. Shopping, her Mom could deal with - slayage was a totally different ballgame.
"Did you just say you guys are hoping for an apocalypse?" Buffy blinked, almost sure she hadn't heard the guy right.
Who, in the right frame of mind, wished for an apocalypse? Sure, maybe, if you were evil... But by all accounts from Sam, he wasn't. He was a hunter - therefore, a fighter of said evil. And there was only so much of people getting off on the fight that Buffy could take in one week ( ... )
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Buffy seriously had a good amount of strength that he wasn't eager to encounter anytime soon. Hell, as of right now, he wasn't even going to let Dean know he'd just nearly been bested by a girl. He would never hear the end of it.
"And I'm not really hoping for an apocalypse. Honestly, I'd rather just get through my SATs and senior year without incident, but my dad is on this search for answers." He frowned, not even sure how to explain or how much he even wanted to explain. "It's a long story with my mom, but it ends the same with dad on this mission of his."
Honestly, he didn't want this life anymore. He was tired of being a nomad, tired of always being on the hunt. He wanted his own life, not his dad's.
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She almost felt sorry for him when he admitted that he'd rather have the quiet in his senior year. "You're in the wrong place here if you want quiet," she told him, forcing herself to stop from sounding really bitter now. "You weren't far off when you said this was like a hotspot for evil. It's more a dead-things party town..."
And not just dead, either, she thought, shaking her head.
"Your Mom's not around now, huh?" Yeah, she could figure out THAT look on his face all on her own.
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"She, uh, died when I was a baby," he admitted after a long moment of hesitation. "So dad packed us up and we've been moving ever since. The road, guns, knives, and exorcisms are a pretty standard way of life."
He paused with a quiet laugh, embarassed by his own emo moment. Usually they only happened within the safety of his own mind, not vocalized for complete strangers to hear.
He rubbed the back of his neck as he cleared his throat quietly, "And I sound like some whiny punk as my brother would say, so I will just shut up and say that, yeah, got the grand tour of Sunnydale High from Rodent Man himself."
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"Yeah, Snyder doesn't really seem like the type to like teenagers. Or anyone for that matter," he added after a thought. "But, yeah, a real tour would be kinda nice. I haven't really seen much outside of my apartment, school, and unfortunately, the cemetery. Just as long as we can swing by the library so my brother doesn't catch me in a lie."
He nodded towards the girl, a smal fown returning to his lips. He may have met a friendly person tonight, but it had been under horrible circumstances that still weren't settled. "I was gonna leave an anonymous tip with the cops once I was far enough away."
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