Ficlet 16/20: A Supernatural Meeting
Claim: Buffy & Giles
Theme: Artist Choice
Word Count: 192
Buffy and Giles raced through the cemetery in pursuit of two vampires. What had started out to be an ordinary patrol turned into quite a night.
“Giles, what is with all the vamp activity? I thought it was supposed to be quiet over the summer.”
“There was nothing in any of my books. I did check,” he said slightly out of breath.
“I know you did, Giles. I didn’t mean to snap at you.”
Just when they thought they had lost their target, sounds of a scuffle came from their left. Buffy took off at a full run. Giles, not blessed with Slayer speed and stamina, did his best to keep up. Buffy had just staked one of the vampires but she was not alone. There were two young men, one armed with a short sword, the other with a machete. As they beheaded the final vamp, Buffy demanded, “Who the hell are you?”
“I’m Sam and this is my brother Dean,” the tall one replied.
“Did you just stake that one? That’s not supposed to work,” Dean said. He pulled out his cellphone, “Bobby? Thought you said a stake wouldn’t work.”
Theme: Artist Choice
Word Count: 192
Buffy and Giles raced through the cemetery in pursuit of two vampires. What had started out to be an ordinary patrol turned into quite a night.
“Giles, what is with all the vamp activity? I thought it was supposed to be quiet over the summer.”
“There was nothing in any of my books. I did check,” he said slightly out of breath.
“I know you did, Giles. I didn’t mean to snap at you.”
Just when they thought they had lost their target, sounds of a scuffle came from their left. Buffy took off at a full run. Giles, not blessed with Slayer speed and stamina, did his best to keep up. Buffy had just staked one of the vampires but she was not alone. There were two young men, one armed with a short sword, the other with a machete. As they beheaded the final vamp, Buffy demanded, “Who the hell are you?”
“I’m Sam and this is my brother Dean,” the tall one replied.
“Did you just stake that one? That’s not supposed to work,” Dean said. He pulled out his cellphone, “Bobby? Thought you said a stake wouldn’t work.”