August Fic-A-Thon, August 3rd Entry
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azraelz_angelTITLE: Blind Date
AUTHOR: Demona
SUMMARY: Dawn’s blind date doesn’t go according to plan.
RATING: FR15
NOTES: Set after “Chosen”, Third Entry in the August Fic-A-Day Challenge
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters in Buffy the Vampire Slayer and/or Angel the Series, they belong to Fox, the WB/UPN, Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, etc. The characters of Highlander: the Series belong to Davis/Panzer Productions, Inc./Rysher Entertainment. The ideas and concepts in this story are mine entirely. Please do not copy or take this story without my permission.
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August 3rd
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I ducked as another vampire took a swing at my head. The vamps had taken it kinda personally when their intended dinner or early evening snack had fought back. The fact that my date had a sword and knew how to use it was another issue, one to be resolved after the fight.
A second vamp tackled me from behind, causing me to lose my footing and go crashing to the parking lot. All my air escaped in a whoosh when the vamp landed awkwardly on my back. As he got to his feet I rolled over and kicked out. I was satisfied to hear a crunch when my boot connected with his knee. He howled in pain and backed away.
I struggled to my feet, reaching for my fallen stake. A male grunt of pain reminded me of my date. He was cradling a broken wrist and his sword lay fallen on the ground a few feet from him. He was so focused on his sword that he didn’t see or sense the vampire coming up behind him.
“Watch out!” I screamed. Richie turned, trying to see what I was warning him about, but it wasn’t in time. I stood, frozen in horror, as a vampire snapped his neck. I watched as the light died in Richie’s eyes and his body crumpled to the pavement.
The adrenaline rushed through me as my survival instinct finally kicked in. The remaining vamps were dusted within minutes. As gravity carried their ashes toward the Earth, I walked to Richie’s body. I slowly sank to my knees beside him. With trembling fingers I reached out and touched his neck, praying for a pulse. There was none.
It had been awhile since I had seen a freshly dead body. The unnerving part was that I knew this body. Yes, he was a blind date and yes I had just met him, but that didn’t make it any easier. If he hadn’t been out with me he would still be alive.
Oh goddess, what was I going to tell Buffy? How would I explain my date’s death to the authorities in Rome?
As I reached for my cell phone to call Buffy, Richie’s body bolted upright and started gasping for air. I scrambled backwards, crawling away from him. I searched for a weapon but found none.
“Dawn,” Richie softly called out as he saw me. “Please don’t be scared – I’m not going to hurt you,” he added and offered me a small half-smile. Earlier in the evening I had found it endearing but now it was slightly creepy.
“What are you?” I asked, relieved that he hadn’t moved, aside from breathing.
“I’m Immortal. It’s pretty hard to kill me,” he answered after a brief hesitation.
“Are you evil?”
He laughed out loud and shook his head. “No. I’m not evil,” he answered.
I nodded and offered him a relieved and genuine smile. “Neat.”
AUTHOR: Demona
SUMMARY: Dawn’s blind date doesn’t go according to plan.
RATING: FR15
NOTES: Set after “Chosen”, Third Entry in the August Fic-A-Day Challenge
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters in Buffy the Vampire Slayer and/or Angel the Series, they belong to Fox, the WB/UPN, Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, etc. The characters of Highlander: the Series belong to Davis/Panzer Productions, Inc./Rysher Entertainment. The ideas and concepts in this story are mine entirely. Please do not copy or take this story without my permission.
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August 3rd
**
I ducked as another vampire took a swing at my head. The vamps had taken it kinda personally when their intended dinner or early evening snack had fought back. The fact that my date had a sword and knew how to use it was another issue, one to be resolved after the fight.
A second vamp tackled me from behind, causing me to lose my footing and go crashing to the parking lot. All my air escaped in a whoosh when the vamp landed awkwardly on my back. As he got to his feet I rolled over and kicked out. I was satisfied to hear a crunch when my boot connected with his knee. He howled in pain and backed away.
I struggled to my feet, reaching for my fallen stake. A male grunt of pain reminded me of my date. He was cradling a broken wrist and his sword lay fallen on the ground a few feet from him. He was so focused on his sword that he didn’t see or sense the vampire coming up behind him.
“Watch out!” I screamed. Richie turned, trying to see what I was warning him about, but it wasn’t in time. I stood, frozen in horror, as a vampire snapped his neck. I watched as the light died in Richie’s eyes and his body crumpled to the pavement.
The adrenaline rushed through me as my survival instinct finally kicked in. The remaining vamps were dusted within minutes. As gravity carried their ashes toward the Earth, I walked to Richie’s body. I slowly sank to my knees beside him. With trembling fingers I reached out and touched his neck, praying for a pulse. There was none.
It had been awhile since I had seen a freshly dead body. The unnerving part was that I knew this body. Yes, he was a blind date and yes I had just met him, but that didn’t make it any easier. If he hadn’t been out with me he would still be alive.
Oh goddess, what was I going to tell Buffy? How would I explain my date’s death to the authorities in Rome?
As I reached for my cell phone to call Buffy, Richie’s body bolted upright and started gasping for air. I scrambled backwards, crawling away from him. I searched for a weapon but found none.
“Dawn,” Richie softly called out as he saw me. “Please don’t be scared – I’m not going to hurt you,” he added and offered me a small half-smile. Earlier in the evening I had found it endearing but now it was slightly creepy.
“What are you?” I asked, relieved that he hadn’t moved, aside from breathing.
“I’m Immortal. It’s pretty hard to kill me,” he answered after a brief hesitation.
“Are you evil?”
He laughed out loud and shook his head. “No. I’m not evil,” he answered.
I nodded and offered him a relieved and genuine smile. “Neat.”
