A slayer crazy.
I had come from San Francisco to Napa to find Kate and possibly my father, because knowing her like I did, I was sure that she was going to go after all of those vampires from the train and I knew that it could be dangerous for her to try to take them on by herself.
I knew that it was going to be more then just dangerous for her, and that it was going to be fatal for her and I had to stop her, help her, or get my father to help her, but instead of running into her, I ran into another woman, if she could be called that.
When I had first seen her, I thought that she was in need of help or something, but I quickly learned that I was going to be the one in need of help, even though, as my father had put it, I was basically just a normal boy with some enhancements.
I had helped him with things, had killed than big, slow demon who talked to much, after he had choked me and then had helped my father kill that really well dressed man in the law firm's lobby, but it became obvious that my superhero-strength, wasn't any match for the woman in front of me.
She had called herself a slayer and kept mumbling things like, must die, must kill all of the demons and cut until you see dust, and nothing less will work, which sounded to me like things that you would do to a vampire, only I wasn't a vampire, although I couldn't convince this one of that.
We had fought and my overriding sentiment, was to try to relate to her. Faith was a slayer and my dad had always talked about Buffy at one point, and she is a slayer and they are good, so compassion was what I wanted to show with her, only there was no relating to her, and the anger of my past was pushed forward, creating an internal struggle over what to do with her, except that the internal turmoil, created a situation where I was getting beaten up.
She kneed me in the stomach and then punched me in the throat, and if it had been a clean blow, I would have been choking on my own blood, but fortunately, she had missed, but she was still on me like a bulldog, with seemingly no help in sight.
I managed to get away from her, and get back to my feet, gasping for air, because of the throat shot, but she continued to come towards me, my own anger building.
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I knew that it was going to be more then just dangerous for her, and that it was going to be fatal for her and I had to stop her, help her, or get my father to help her, but instead of running into her, I ran into another woman, if she could be called that.
When I had first seen her, I thought that she was in need of help or something, but I quickly learned that I was going to be the one in need of help, even though, as my father had put it, I was basically just a normal boy with some enhancements.
I had helped him with things, had killed than big, slow demon who talked to much, after he had choked me and then had helped my father kill that really well dressed man in the law firm's lobby, but it became obvious that my superhero-strength, wasn't any match for the woman in front of me.
She had called herself a slayer and kept mumbling things like, must die, must kill all of the demons and cut until you see dust, and nothing less will work, which sounded to me like things that you would do to a vampire, only I wasn't a vampire, although I couldn't convince this one of that.
We had fought and my overriding sentiment, was to try to relate to her. Faith was a slayer and my dad had always talked about Buffy at one point, and she is a slayer and they are good, so compassion was what I wanted to show with her, only there was no relating to her, and the anger of my past was pushed forward, creating an internal struggle over what to do with her, except that the internal turmoil, created a situation where I was getting beaten up.
She kneed me in the stomach and then punched me in the throat, and if it had been a clean blow, I would have been choking on my own blood, but fortunately, she had missed, but she was still on me like a bulldog, with seemingly no help in sight.
I managed to get away from her, and get back to my feet, gasping for air, because of the throat shot, but she continued to come towards me, my own anger building.
[Open for Dana]