A slayer-sue...
My own creation, however sad that may make me...
Story Or Series Title: Slayer Mine
Fandom: Buffy The Vampire Slayer/Dragonball Z
Culprit Author's Name: Ami E. Bowen aka Skayda aka Spidersilk
Full Name (plus titles if any): Giselle (I forgot wiether or not I gave her a last name) The Vampire Slayer.
Full Species(es): She's a vampie slayer. (Buffy and her gang don't exsist in my story)
Hair Color (include adjectives): No, she shook out her dark locks, braiding them back into a thick plait down her back.
Eye Color (include adjectives): The brown eyes that looked back were more a deep red than regular brown, with flecks of green here and there.
Unusual Markings/Colorations: Various battle scars.
Special Possessions (if any): Her backback with random demon/vamp/monster-slaying "stuff".
Annoying Origin: "In every generation...blah, blah." She's a slayer, how much more annoying can you get?
Annoying Connections To Canon Characters: Piccolo is her watcher! She falls for a teenage Goten.
Annoying Special Abilities: She's almost as strong as a saiyan.
Other Annoying Traits: She starts off very...depressed and suicidal but changes as the story goes on to a rather more upbeat character.
Please include a small sample of the worst of this story:
Sorry for grammar/spelling mistakes
Giselle was getting ready for graveyard duty when Goten came up behind her and stood watching her for a moment. Until that moment, She'd never actually told him what she did. She'd mentioned something about Piccolo and this `watcher' business but he'd not understood and she hadn't felt the need to explain further. Now, as she inspected the sharp wooden stakes and a cross-tipped dagger that looked like a relic, he wasn't sure about her.
“Giselle?” He asked, and she did not turn about, although she did stiffen and wait, “What are you doing? What's all this…stuff for?”
“Oh.” She said, her voice soft, she was looking at one the wooden stakes, she turned about, “Didn't you know? I'm a vampire slayer. In fact, I am THE Slayer.”
“Really?” He said, one eyebrow raised curiously, “The way you said that, like it's important but you'd rather not have the title. Why?”
She sighed heavily and sank down on the side of the small bed Chi Chi and Goku had been kind enough to allow to have during her stay with them. “I can't explain it, Goten.” She said, looking up at him through the curtian of dark hair, it had reddish highlghts he noticed as it seemed to glow in the lamplight, “Please don't ask me to. All I can say is…Spiderman was right!”
“What's that suppose to…” Then he was silent as she went on with her work, suddenly he brighten and exclaimed; “I have a great idea, Giselle! I'll come with you tonight!”
She jumped up, “No! Absolutely not, Goten!” She cried, she did not need to be responsible for another person, taking care of herself was more than enough! “I can barely keep tabs on myself, I am so not going to be babysitting you too!”
“If you haven't noticed before, Oh Great Slayer of Icky Dead Things,” He said, crossing his arms over his chest and looking at her out of the corner of his eye in much the same manner as his father, “I am not your average human `kid' here. I can take care of myself.”
Giselle knew that. She knew Goten could take care of himself, she knew it only too well. That was not the reason she was so against him going with her tonight. No, the way her heart was reacting and her mind and hands all wanted to do things that she'd never thought of doing before she knew she would be so off her game tonight it wouldn't be funny! She needed to keep all her focus on her slaying and she couldn't do that if he was along. It was that simple. Until she found a way to deal with this, she was best just keeping away from him.
“Goten.” She said, hating herself for being so harsh, but it was for the best…people's lives depended on her after all! “Get away from me. I don't want to see you right now…maybe…maybe ever.”
She felt like such a heel as the look of surprised hurt passed over his too-honest features and she had to restrain herself from crying out an apology and taking him into her arms and soothing away that look with kisses. Stop it! She told herself. The kid needs to toughen. There's more to strength than the physical. If he doesn't learn to guard his feelings better he will go through like being hurt and disapointed at every turn. I just did him a favor.
So why did she feel like such a little bitch?
A snarling behind her and to both sides brought her swiftly out of her reverie. She gasped as she stood up, blinking the teary haze from her dark brown eyes. She could sense them…the pain in her gut always told her when they were near. She reached into the backpack slung over her back and pulled out a sharpened wooden stake. One of several she carried everywhere she went. She may try to run away from what she was. But, it never worked. Not for long. They always came for her…drawn to her like a moth to a flame. And she needed to be prepared at all times.
Almost too fast to see, they ambushed her. Five waif-thin monsters whose strength and swiftness belied their delicate appearance. She knew that looks could be deceiving as she spun about, leaped, kicked, caught the first one in the jaw, sent it sprawing. She knew it would a mere moment before it was on it's feet again, scrambling after her. She did not pause to give it leave. She raised the stake, tossed it in the air, spun about and kicked, her heel hitting the stake in just the right position and it slammed into the chest of the monster, who was dust in less than a heartbeat, littering the street.
“Okay! Who's next?!” She cried, her body tensed, ready for action, couched into a fighting stance. She knew they would not cease to come for her. Vampires had thick skulls, in more ways than one. A fallen comrade did not jar their minds to think; “Hey, she really kicked his ass…maybe we'd better back off…” No, they came as though driven by a force outside themselves and perhaps that was what it was, she would not have argued had someone voiced the thought aloud to her.
She met the next one with a series of leaps and punches that worked to stun the vamp and confuse it with the blur of her motion more than it actually hurt it. She used his momentary lose of consentration to make it's last moments very pointy and quite dusty. The others she took care of in much the same manner, sighing when her stake had penetrated the last vampire's chest and the skeleton lingered for a moment on her weapon before puffing into so much ash and carried away by the breeze.
She fell to her knees in the street, embracing herself and sobbing. It hadn't aways been this way. She knew. There was a time when she could fight and slay without thought of anything save her work…her duty. She did not understand why she felt such…emptiness inside. She did not understand why should be feeling anything but pride at a job well done.
Well, that's it. As I said before, please excuse any grammar/spelling mistakes.
~Ami
Story Or Series Title: Slayer Mine
Fandom: Buffy The Vampire Slayer/Dragonball Z
Culprit Author's Name: Ami E. Bowen aka Skayda aka Spidersilk
Full Name (plus titles if any): Giselle (I forgot wiether or not I gave her a last name) The Vampire Slayer.
Full Species(es): She's a vampie slayer. (Buffy and her gang don't exsist in my story)
Hair Color (include adjectives): No, she shook out her dark locks, braiding them back into a thick plait down her back.
Eye Color (include adjectives): The brown eyes that looked back were more a deep red than regular brown, with flecks of green here and there.
Unusual Markings/Colorations: Various battle scars.
Special Possessions (if any): Her backback with random demon/vamp/monster-slaying "stuff".
Annoying Origin: "In every generation...blah, blah." She's a slayer, how much more annoying can you get?
Annoying Connections To Canon Characters: Piccolo is her watcher! She falls for a teenage Goten.
Annoying Special Abilities: She's almost as strong as a saiyan.
Other Annoying Traits: She starts off very...depressed and suicidal but changes as the story goes on to a rather more upbeat character.
Please include a small sample of the worst of this story:
Sorry for grammar/spelling mistakes
Giselle was getting ready for graveyard duty when Goten came up behind her and stood watching her for a moment. Until that moment, She'd never actually told him what she did. She'd mentioned something about Piccolo and this `watcher' business but he'd not understood and she hadn't felt the need to explain further. Now, as she inspected the sharp wooden stakes and a cross-tipped dagger that looked like a relic, he wasn't sure about her.
“Giselle?” He asked, and she did not turn about, although she did stiffen and wait, “What are you doing? What's all this…stuff for?”
“Oh.” She said, her voice soft, she was looking at one the wooden stakes, she turned about, “Didn't you know? I'm a vampire slayer. In fact, I am THE Slayer.”
“Really?” He said, one eyebrow raised curiously, “The way you said that, like it's important but you'd rather not have the title. Why?”
She sighed heavily and sank down on the side of the small bed Chi Chi and Goku had been kind enough to allow to have during her stay with them. “I can't explain it, Goten.” She said, looking up at him through the curtian of dark hair, it had reddish highlghts he noticed as it seemed to glow in the lamplight, “Please don't ask me to. All I can say is…Spiderman was right!”
“What's that suppose to…” Then he was silent as she went on with her work, suddenly he brighten and exclaimed; “I have a great idea, Giselle! I'll come with you tonight!”
She jumped up, “No! Absolutely not, Goten!” She cried, she did not need to be responsible for another person, taking care of herself was more than enough! “I can barely keep tabs on myself, I am so not going to be babysitting you too!”
“If you haven't noticed before, Oh Great Slayer of Icky Dead Things,” He said, crossing his arms over his chest and looking at her out of the corner of his eye in much the same manner as his father, “I am not your average human `kid' here. I can take care of myself.”
Giselle knew that. She knew Goten could take care of himself, she knew it only too well. That was not the reason she was so against him going with her tonight. No, the way her heart was reacting and her mind and hands all wanted to do things that she'd never thought of doing before she knew she would be so off her game tonight it wouldn't be funny! She needed to keep all her focus on her slaying and she couldn't do that if he was along. It was that simple. Until she found a way to deal with this, she was best just keeping away from him.
“Goten.” She said, hating herself for being so harsh, but it was for the best…people's lives depended on her after all! “Get away from me. I don't want to see you right now…maybe…maybe ever.”
She felt like such a heel as the look of surprised hurt passed over his too-honest features and she had to restrain herself from crying out an apology and taking him into her arms and soothing away that look with kisses. Stop it! She told herself. The kid needs to toughen. There's more to strength than the physical. If he doesn't learn to guard his feelings better he will go through like being hurt and disapointed at every turn. I just did him a favor.
So why did she feel like such a little bitch?
A snarling behind her and to both sides brought her swiftly out of her reverie. She gasped as she stood up, blinking the teary haze from her dark brown eyes. She could sense them…the pain in her gut always told her when they were near. She reached into the backpack slung over her back and pulled out a sharpened wooden stake. One of several she carried everywhere she went. She may try to run away from what she was. But, it never worked. Not for long. They always came for her…drawn to her like a moth to a flame. And she needed to be prepared at all times.
Almost too fast to see, they ambushed her. Five waif-thin monsters whose strength and swiftness belied their delicate appearance. She knew that looks could be deceiving as she spun about, leaped, kicked, caught the first one in the jaw, sent it sprawing. She knew it would a mere moment before it was on it's feet again, scrambling after her. She did not pause to give it leave. She raised the stake, tossed it in the air, spun about and kicked, her heel hitting the stake in just the right position and it slammed into the chest of the monster, who was dust in less than a heartbeat, littering the street.
“Okay! Who's next?!” She cried, her body tensed, ready for action, couched into a fighting stance. She knew they would not cease to come for her. Vampires had thick skulls, in more ways than one. A fallen comrade did not jar their minds to think; “Hey, she really kicked his ass…maybe we'd better back off…” No, they came as though driven by a force outside themselves and perhaps that was what it was, she would not have argued had someone voiced the thought aloud to her.
She met the next one with a series of leaps and punches that worked to stun the vamp and confuse it with the blur of her motion more than it actually hurt it. She used his momentary lose of consentration to make it's last moments very pointy and quite dusty. The others she took care of in much the same manner, sighing when her stake had penetrated the last vampire's chest and the skeleton lingered for a moment on her weapon before puffing into so much ash and carried away by the breeze.
She fell to her knees in the street, embracing herself and sobbing. It hadn't aways been this way. She knew. There was a time when she could fight and slay without thought of anything save her work…her duty. She did not understand why she felt such…emptiness inside. She did not understand why should be feeling anything but pride at a job well done.
Well, that's it. As I said before, please excuse any grammar/spelling mistakes.
~Ami