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magic_fratboy) wrote2009-09-03 11:48 am
magic_fratboy) wrote2009-09-03 11:48 am
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Prompt: Tommy the Vampire Slayer
She was a bloodthirsty angel in the night, a dark Amazon protector thrilling with the brutal joy of laying her life on the line to stand against Death. She was a vision of death in black denim and silver, marked with skulls and strange symbols that only served to make her more fearsome to look at.
She was a miracle…and to the young girl watching her fight, she was everything.
Frozen in place, the stake in her hand nearly forgotten, the girl watched as the Amazon threw another punch, her musical contralto voice ringing out with a chilling battle cry as she connected, sending the vampire sprawling. For just a second, she stood over him with her feet planted slightly apart and the girl got to see her through a strange veil of past, present, and future.
The Amazon’s hair hung loose around her shoulders, a cloud of wild, wavy black silk against swarthy skin that hadn’t seen enough of the sun. Even at six feet with broad shoulders that balanced well with her trim, athletic figure, she was still a study in perfect feminine beauty. Full, expressive lips curled in a sneer, dark eyes filled with the fury of a demon before she was on the vampire again. She had curves, she had strength…and she had power.
For a moment, the young girl saw the flawless warrior princess blur and fade away, replaced by a vision of the girl she saw in the mirror every morning…the woman that girl could become.
Another shrill cry rang out as the vampire fell beneath the Amazon. A stake found its mark and the threat was gone in a cloud of dust that left the Amazon coughing and sputtering as she got to her feet.
Timidly, the young girl moved over to help her up. The Amazon’s hand was work-rough and strong, still lovely with its black painted nails only a little chipped by combat.
“Who are you?” she asked breathlessly, awestruck.
The Amazon met her gaze, smiling as she reached up to straighten the chunky rhinestone handcuff necklace hanging around her neck.
“What you will be…if you follow him.” The Amazon replied, gesturing to the man who stood on the edge of the cemetery, patiently waiting.
The girl turned back to the man who brought her here to hunt, to show her a vampire and make her understand her power…the very thing the Amazon had shown her by cutting it down in battle.
“I’m not like you.”
“You can be.” The Amazon breathed, reaching out to lay a hand on her shoulder. “Believe.”
The single word filled her like water in a cup until she was spilling over with a wild, giddy sense of promise. Suddenly wishing she hadn’t been saved, she smiled and took a deep breath, nodding.
“Thank you.”
“No…thank you, babe.”
The Amazon watched the girl turn and make a beeline for Denny Duquette, returning the wave that the novice Watcher sent her way before she walked over to the place she’d dropped her leather jacket. Bending, she half-obscured her form by stooping low and swinging the jacket high as she slid it on…
…and a moment later, settled it comfortably over much broader shoulders as he got to his feet again.
Glancing over his shoulder with a smile, Tommy Karras nodded to himself and started walking home.
She was a bloodthirsty angel in the night, a dark Amazon protector thrilling with the brutal joy of laying her life on the line to stand against Death. She was a vision of death in black denim and silver, marked with skulls and strange symbols that only served to make her more fearsome to look at.
She was a miracle…and to the young girl watching her fight, she was everything.
Frozen in place, the stake in her hand nearly forgotten, the girl watched as the Amazon threw another punch, her musical contralto voice ringing out with a chilling battle cry as she connected, sending the vampire sprawling. For just a second, she stood over him with her feet planted slightly apart and the girl got to see her through a strange veil of past, present, and future.
The Amazon’s hair hung loose around her shoulders, a cloud of wild, wavy black silk against swarthy skin that hadn’t seen enough of the sun. Even at six feet with broad shoulders that balanced well with her trim, athletic figure, she was still a study in perfect feminine beauty. Full, expressive lips curled in a sneer, dark eyes filled with the fury of a demon before she was on the vampire again. She had curves, she had strength…and she had power.
For a moment, the young girl saw the flawless warrior princess blur and fade away, replaced by a vision of the girl she saw in the mirror every morning…the woman that girl could become.
Another shrill cry rang out as the vampire fell beneath the Amazon. A stake found its mark and the threat was gone in a cloud of dust that left the Amazon coughing and sputtering as she got to her feet.
Timidly, the young girl moved over to help her up. The Amazon’s hand was work-rough and strong, still lovely with its black painted nails only a little chipped by combat.
“Who are you?” she asked breathlessly, awestruck.
The Amazon met her gaze, smiling as she reached up to straighten the chunky rhinestone handcuff necklace hanging around her neck.
“What you will be…if you follow him.” The Amazon replied, gesturing to the man who stood on the edge of the cemetery, patiently waiting.
The girl turned back to the man who brought her here to hunt, to show her a vampire and make her understand her power…the very thing the Amazon had shown her by cutting it down in battle.
“I’m not like you.”
“You can be.” The Amazon breathed, reaching out to lay a hand on her shoulder. “Believe.”
The single word filled her like water in a cup until she was spilling over with a wild, giddy sense of promise. Suddenly wishing she hadn’t been saved, she smiled and took a deep breath, nodding.
“Thank you.”
“No…thank you, babe.”
The Amazon watched the girl turn and make a beeline for Denny Duquette, returning the wave that the novice Watcher sent her way before she walked over to the place she’d dropped her leather jacket. Bending, she half-obscured her form by stooping low and swinging the jacket high as she slid it on…
…and a moment later, settled it comfortably over much broader shoulders as he got to his feet again.
Glancing over his shoulder with a smile, Tommy Karras nodded to himself and started walking home.
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