RP for allerdyce_john
It was just another normal Wednesday night for Buffy Summers. A little dinner, a little t.v., a little killing. Of demons, obviously. Still, totally normal. She'd been a little more vigilant about patrolling lately. Mostly out of the self-inflicted guilt of slacking off on it the last few months. In her defense, there'd been a mission. A big one. Not to mention, another trip to Rome. She'd been busy and not completely slacking off. Just...enough. Enough to let the things that go bump in the L.A. Night think they'd somehow gained the upper hand again. That was a misconception she had every intention of fixing. Immediately.
So ever since she'd been back on a more permanent basis, she'd been hitting the patrol like it was old school Sunnydale and she was 16 again, with Giles being all Watcherly and trying to emphasize the importance of what she know realized was basically the supernatural equivalent of preemptive striking. The vampire populations were dwindling quickly with a whole bunch of fledglings being the first to have their numbers thinned. The older vampires were next, and in less than a week, she had them all back down to a number that was what she considered manageable instead of menace.
It was the various and assorted demons that were giving her the most trouble. They were a lot harder to kill in that you couldn't just stake them fast and easy, and even beheading didn't always work. Some of them just kept growing new heads until you figured out what was really their Achilles' Heel. It was different with every demon, and without Willow around, it was hard to get any decent amount of research done before she had to just go in, sword swinging and hope that eventually, she'd hit the right spot. Sometimes this took longer than other times, and that was when it sucked most of all.
Like tonight, she was chasing this big red demon that kinda resembled what most people typically envisioned the devil as looking like. So far, she'd beheaded him once. Cut both of his arms off. And his tail. By the time she went for his legs, the arms had already grown back and she was getting strangled. Luckily, the sword was still in her hand and she managed to swing it just hard enough to get it in his chest where it punctured at least two of its eight hearts. She went sprawling backward as it angrily reached for her sword, which, was now no longer in her position. Her ribs were bruised from hitting a tombstone, and she could feel the warm, sticky trickle of blood running down the side of her face from a cut somewhere on her forehead. But she was up and back at him before he could even get her sword all the way out of his thoracic cavity.
It was only then that she realized he had the sword now and she had...a wooden stake that probably wouldn't even puncture his insect-like skin. She was backing away slowly, trying to think of another plan or another weapon, but mostly she was buying time since the thinking wasn't going as well as she hoped it would, considering the circumstances and her third death feeling a little more imminent than she liked.
So ever since she'd been back on a more permanent basis, she'd been hitting the patrol like it was old school Sunnydale and she was 16 again, with Giles being all Watcherly and trying to emphasize the importance of what she know realized was basically the supernatural equivalent of preemptive striking. The vampire populations were dwindling quickly with a whole bunch of fledglings being the first to have their numbers thinned. The older vampires were next, and in less than a week, she had them all back down to a number that was what she considered manageable instead of menace.
It was the various and assorted demons that were giving her the most trouble. They were a lot harder to kill in that you couldn't just stake them fast and easy, and even beheading didn't always work. Some of them just kept growing new heads until you figured out what was really their Achilles' Heel. It was different with every demon, and without Willow around, it was hard to get any decent amount of research done before she had to just go in, sword swinging and hope that eventually, she'd hit the right spot. Sometimes this took longer than other times, and that was when it sucked most of all.
Like tonight, she was chasing this big red demon that kinda resembled what most people typically envisioned the devil as looking like. So far, she'd beheaded him once. Cut both of his arms off. And his tail. By the time she went for his legs, the arms had already grown back and she was getting strangled. Luckily, the sword was still in her hand and she managed to swing it just hard enough to get it in his chest where it punctured at least two of its eight hearts. She went sprawling backward as it angrily reached for her sword, which, was now no longer in her position. Her ribs were bruised from hitting a tombstone, and she could feel the warm, sticky trickle of blood running down the side of her face from a cut somewhere on her forehead. But she was up and back at him before he could even get her sword all the way out of his thoracic cavity.
It was only then that she realized he had the sword now and she had...a wooden stake that probably wouldn't even puncture his insect-like skin. She was backing away slowly, trying to think of another plan or another weapon, but mostly she was buying time since the thinking wasn't going as well as she hoped it would, considering the circumstances and her third death feeling a little more imminent than she liked.