our line of work: slaying and the want, take, have
Closed to @kiplingwriter, for Adele & a Buffy AU.
Last night Renee had what could be called a dramatic introduction to Sunnydale, its resident Slayer and her little gang. She hadn’t known—though in retrospect she might have guessed—that Adele and her friends liked to hang out at The Bronze, but after showing up in town—sans Diana, her Watcher—slaying hadn’t exactly been the first thing on her mind. It was more like the last, actively put there by avoidance.
She didn’t want to think about how Diana was dead and it was her fault.
No, better to have a little bit of fun first and then see if she could locate Sunnydale’s Slayer, the girl everyone who knew anything about the slaying game seemed to talk about. Maybe, just maybe, if she wasn’t a complete stick-in-the-mud, maybe if she proved herself remotely trustworthy, Renee could talk to her about Kakistos and the absolute mess she’d gotten herself into, assuming he didn’t show up here first.
With the way things had been going lately—or forever really—that seemed like a kind of big assumption. Good things didn’t exactly happen to her that often, though that was partially a choice. Bad bred worse and she knew bad long before she’d started implementing her own brand. Now it was more a matter of, she wouldn’t mind good things, but she sure as Hell didn’t want to be good enough to earn them.
Last night was only one example; fun bled into the slayer-senses, so to speak, tingling which led to a vampire to fight, a borrowed stake and an introduction to the girl she’d been looking for, albeit not quite in the fashion she’d planned. Only, she couldn’t help the blasĂ© greeting she’d given, not when she’d been so thrown off; Sunnydale’s Slayer had friends and her friends knew. What the fuck was that about?Â
Was it terrible she’d kind of been hoping Adele was a little less normal? Maybe.
Either way, Adele was normal enough that she and her Watcher had apparently set up shop in Adele’s high school library and their meeting last night had earned her a summons by Adele’s Watcher. Fuck knew how they’d managed to find her, and technically, she supposed she wasn’t obligated to answer, but it seemed like she was asking for trouble if she didn’t. There were too many questions, questions like: where was her Watcher, why wasn’t she in school, what was she doing here?
She’d shown up barely on time, found Adele already there, and taken a seat, getting bored in short minutes as Adele seemed to be working on God only knew what. Ragged but red painted fingernails tapped at the tabletop for a while, as they waited, before she kicked her feet up on to the table and finally turned her gaze onto Adele in earnest, deciding to interrupt her. “So,” Renee started, completely blasĂ©, even knowing she shouldn’t talk about this in the quiet school library, “what’s the deal with this place? Please tell me you do something more fun than well, y’know, hanging out at The Bronze and slaying patrons. The overlap’s kind of charming I guess, but a girl’s gotta have more, right?”Â
