Off we go a hunting (random ficlet)
They slowly stepped back to back, a pair of identical smirks playing their lips as they brandished their makeshift weapons- her a freaking old school prop store sword made of nice shiny metal she’d found in the high school basement, and he-…”Ric is that a fuckin stick? You’re going to attack a vampire with a stick…”
“You took everything! Don’t insult my stick!”
Tabitha snorts and holds up a finger to stop the vampire, confusing the thankfully dumb and newly undead into giving them a temporary reprieve as she takes Rictor’s ‘stick’ and gives him the sword, ignoring his protests.
“Shuddup baby doll I’m meaner then you and you kind of have an idea how to use the actual thing.” She smirks when he can’t argue anymore due to the vampires finally realizing they were slowly being goaded away from a tasty snack.
Tabitha raises an eyebrow when one of the ugly bastards reaches for her, slapping it’s hands away with a venomous look only an angry nun could truly appreciate. She manages to keep it up for a while until the reinforcements arrive and she steps closer to Rictor his chest heaving in exhaustion from all his fancy footwork.
“We get out of this I’m marrying you.”
“Aren’t you supposed to ask me first Sexicano?”
“Maldita sea.” Ric glances at her over his shoulder, making her duck when one of the larger beasties moves in for an attack and stabbing it in the eye. “Tabitha Smith if we get out of this jam alive will you marry me, cause one day I’m going to drop down on my knee and properly ask for your hand with a flower shop full of yellow lilies and passion flowers just like you like. Think you’d say yes?”
“In a heartbeat.” Her readiness almost makes Rictor stop in his tracks; he hadn’t expected her to be so willing to the idea even in a life or death situation like this and can’t help but grin like a mad fool.
“Stop smiling at me or I’ll get distracted and we’ll both end up vamp chow.” It takes a few hours and some cleaver maneuvering but eventually they incapacitate the twenty vampires, cut off their heads, burn the bodies and have a little victory toast of whiskey they found in the Principal’s office.
“How do you think they’ll explain the ashes on Wednesday?”
“Mad pottery fire?”
“You know some kids going to take credit and try to go out like a badass.”
“Better him then us Tabs.”
“So now that we aren’t prancing off into the afterlife…” Her hand travels up his bloodied shirt, fingers moving to grab him by the collar and smirk sinfully.
“Ten piedad you’re going to be the death of me baby.”
“Good way to die.”