AU: [hack/slash & BTVS crossover] Unexpected 'Verse

[intuitivewiccan]

It had been one year and six months since she'd lost Willow; some mornings now, she woke up and it felt like it had been five years, and yet there were other times when it felt like only yesterday, and the pain was just as fresh, raw and intense as it had been the day she'd died

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[slasher_slayer]

As the deranged man, dressed in tattered short order cook's uniform approached her, she'd note just how covered in blood he was. Heavy splashes on the front of his apron and it seemed like each arm had been dipped, up to the elbow, in blood. It was amazing he could even hold into the butcher knives in his hands, there was so much blood. With a sharp jerking movement, he lifted his arms high, moving to slice and stab at Tara until he was coated in her blood.

"Hey, asshole," Came a hard, yet distinctly female voice.

The short order cook turned, just in time to get a face full of baseball bat. He stumbled away from Tara, concentrating now on the woman that had struck him. He swung for her, causing her to curse as she jumped back, and a line of red appeared across her exposed midsection. She swung, again and again, until he was on his knees. Reaching behind her, she pulled out a handgun, cocked it, and aimed it at his forehead.

"Fuck you."

And she fired off four shots into the slasher's dome before his body slumped to the ground.

[intuitivewiccan]

Tara was too stunned to react immediately. It was all a lot to process at once; though, she was far more used to this sort of thing than most people were likely to be. Still, it was a shock, and it had been some time since she'd seen so much violence at once. The gunshots briefly reminded her of Willow, and she shut her eyes again, swallowing hard.

When she opened her eyes, Tara drew in a deep breath, her body trembling as she approached Cassie slowly.

It was hard to tell, with all the blood, whether the young woman had been at all injured; though Tara couldn't remember the deranged cook ever actually getting a shot in, everything had happened so fast. She couldn't be sure.

"A-are you...ok? You-you saved me..."

[slasher_slayer]

Cassie Hack watched the body carefully, staring down at it, blue eyes hard. Studying for any sudden jerking movements. The slasher's last stand. Hopefully, that was already done with.

The line across her belly burned, but it was just a graze. That fucking slasher could have had her insides spilling out with one swing. Lucky for her, she was fast. Unlucky for him, she was a crack shot with her snub nosed .38 six shooter.

"I'm fine. Nothing a little neosporin won't fix," Cassie replied with a shrug. "Are you okay?" She asked, looking down at the blonde.

[intuitivewiccan]

Tara swallowed hard again, her breathing a little erratic as her pulse raced. She looked at the dead body as well, still unsure of what precisely it, or he, was, and what had happened in the diner.

But the woman in front of her demanded immediate attention, even if she said something to the contrary.

"I-I'm fine. I'm just...wh-what was that? Who is...he?"