The Fanged Foursome"Yes, I get it. We're
evil," Buffy said, rolling her eyes. "We're corpses that have demons who set up shop who have our memories and personalities because our souls are wherever the hell they are. And we eat people. Angel gets off on torturing nuns."
Angelus smirked and said, "I like the noises they make."
Buffy grinned at that and asked, "Do you like the noises I make?"
"Yeah. I do find it hilarious that you make the same noise when you find a pair of shoes you like in your size that you do when you come," the dark haired vampire replied as the petite blond walked over to him. Buffy stood on tip toe and they exchanged a brief kiss, a fast pressing of lips before she moved back towards the guy with the spear.
Drusilla was making a humming noise as she smiled, her hands dancing with anticipation. Spike pulled out a cigarette, took a long drag and said, "I hate the self-righteous bull shit. 'I'm so better because I got snockered on communion wine and think I'm chosen by Christ to hunt vampires.' Bloody hell. I'm going to enjoy ramming that spear straight up your sodding ass."
Drusilla pointed at Deborah and said, "She's not one of us dearie. She believes she's God's Monster, culling the humans. Swish Swish. Like cattle."
ForestI am not going to cry. I'm not going to cry. I have to find the thing that killed that family and pummel it until it can't hurt another family, the blond vampire thought to herself as she drove. Forest's fingers gripped the wheel. She
had changed her playlist from her normal metal to something that fit her melancholy state.
Her previous student, the
dhampire Quinn Frost had introduced her to the band she was currently listening to and she had been mesmerized by the vocals, however listening to their songs for too long had always blackened her mood. Her mood was already black though, so it was fitting versus Priest's chorus of angry rebellion or her beloved Maiden's love of World War II and geeking out about the occult, or the Dungeons and Dragon tone of Dio.
She had been in the Nexus for over a year. A year cut off from her godson, surrogate family, friends and . . . Hawk Hunters. A decade ago she would have snorted at the thought of missing Hawk, but events had forced her to spend time with him. She got to see who he really was and how he actually felt.
He treated her like a
person, and not a possession to gain like so many others did.
And yes, he's bloody good looking.After failed relationships, the things the Roman Bastard did to her, and ready to give up any chance of real love, it turned out that Mr. Right was actually a cheeky bloke with hair the color of a startled carrot and right under her nose.
Before they could make anything of it, and the many centuries' worth of pretty intense sexual tension they'd built up, she'd been transplanted here. Cut off from friends, family, and that cheeky bloke. At first she had tried to make the best of it and searched for a way home.
Except she found out quickly that there was no way home.
Finding Saber had saved her. She'd been too preoccupied with proving to the former king that she wasn't some horrible monster and getting her to the police to help them. Then Lancelot had showed up with his constant stream of Murder Death Kill thoughts towards Forest that she could hear with the fury of a Van Halen guitar solo. So she started seeing Saber less and less to keep the girl's knight from going completely around the bend.
She hoped that maybe someone she was close to would show up in the Nexus, like King Arthur's bloody court that showed up. Gabriel or Hawk would be ideal, but Ash, Wynn, Joshua Hunters, or even William Irons would have been more than welcome. However the only people she had encountered from her home world were old enemies or knew her by reputation only.
Part of her was looking for that last glorious fight. A battle she had no chance of winning where she could exit in a beautiful blaze of glory. Part of her just wanted to curl up into a ball on her couch and marathon through the entire Bruce Campbell catalog. Another part of her was tempted to drive to the redlight district and find some pretty redheaded boy whore and pay him an absurd amount to tell her that he loved her while going down on her or something.
She parked the camaro, not caring one whit about her lack of attire, made sure she had a few back up magazines and went out to greet the night in Nexus.