#slayernoir

how my muse clicked with yours : immediately┆almost right away┆slowly┆after several interactions┆they haven’t  - I know we kinda jumped in and they do seem pretty comfortable with each other but there’s clearly a bit of tension, partly because Faith clearly likes to poke the bear, but them being who they  are it would certainly have taken them time to get even there. They’re on the same side, though, and that’s enough for Ric eventually.

a thought my muse has about yours : if she wasn’t a complete pain in the ass, she’d be pretty cool.

a strange thought my muse has about yours : she kinda looks like a girl I made out with in the back of dad’s car when I was sixteen, which is one reason I’m never gonna ask how old she is.

☆—————never a good first impression -with a fist punched through another’s chest - corded snaps of sinew and bone exploding from cavernous flesh only to have it disintegrate the next instant. always an odd situation to be standing back to back in battle with an unknown entity, but one clearly with the same aim; these creatures called themselves - vampire - but they were sorry, pitiful excuses of a gift bestowed. reeking of dust and wretched intent.   most of them newborns - slow, clumsy but vast in numbers. to take human life at will was not only mindless and stupid, but it also slammed them onto the radar of everything within a hundred miles or more.   he can see the swing of the others arm in the periphery as another is dispatched by his strange new companion without a moment’s thought - it’s form exploding into a cloud of dust - flickering and falling.

it doesn’t take long, but as the final bodies fall, fade, crumble, there is another blur of movement and godric has the wrist of the other in his hand - the one which holds the -s t a k e -

"Oh! God... is that? Ugh!" Buffy said, tossing the phone into Dawn's hands and turning to look out the window of the tower. For miles, it was nothing but deep green grass, trees and Hungarian hills. Dawn peered at the screen. "Yep, that's a nude." "Oh goody!" Xander said, getting up from his seat on the dungeon floor to look over Dawn's shoulder. "No goody! No goody!" He covered his good eye and stumbled backward. "Why?! Why?!" "We need to do something about this," Buffy said. "The appendage has appendages!" Xander said, still traumatized. 

"Do something about demon dick pics? I don't think there's any way to slay this trend," Dawn said. "At least, not as long as Andrew is working in the autopsy room at home base. I wonder if that dick was still attached to a body..."

"What? No," Buffy turned to her sister with a look of disgust, then started looking around the dungeon. "There has to be a way out of here. And we need to find Faith.” Buffy had left the slayer army in Scotland to visit Hungary — with the intention of slaying Elizabeth Bathory, also known as the “Blood Countess.” She was the first known female mass murderer. Humans didn't think she was supernatural, just vain, and rumor had it that she would bathe in the blood of her servants because it kept her young and beautiful. Buffy knew better, though. 

Elizabeth may have bathed in their blood, but it wasn't to stay gorgeous. She was a mother fucking vampire, damn it. And Buffy was gonna dust that ass. When the Slayer heard that hundreds of girls were going missing, Willow and the Scoobies looked into it and found that Elizabeth was up to her old tricks. Since Buffy didn’t know exactly what she’d find when she arrived in Hungary, Willow teleported her, Xander, Faith and Dawn so she’d have backup. Only, it didn't work perfectly... on account of the fact that only three of them ended up in what appeared to be Bathory's dungeon. And even though Willow said she had the spell under control (despite several glasses of wine) and would safely teleport Faith from Cleveland... Faith apparently ended up, well — elsewhere. Buffy wasn’t even sure if Faith was teleported to the same country at this point.  Buffy scanned the grey stone walls, looking for anything that might give. The dungeon was circular and there were no doors — just the one rectangular window. Why did this room even exist if there was no way in or out? SCREECH. Buffy, Xander and Dawn whipped their heads toward the window. Something very loud and very demony just wailed at them. The Slayer ran over and looked out to see a deep purple, pterodactyl-esque creature swooping up and down in the air very close to the tower. It must have been 30 feet wide and 80 feet long, and the color of its scales shined brilliantly in the sun. Its tail was long and had red goo dripping from it.