New Girl in the Graveyard

[samanthawalden]

The Restfield Cemetary was one of the largest in Sunnydale; Although certainly not the oldest, that distinction belonged to certain Indian Burial Grounds, and a few unmarked shallow plots just outside the city limits... Of the cemetaries still in use, Restfield was Samantha's favorite. Sure, the Du Lac crypt was broken into so much that Grandpa

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[mightbeweird]

"Why does that not surprise me." I just quirk my eyebrow, all mock serious. Can't hold it for long though. "Just what I need more homework. At least they canceled the play. That should free up some time." I have to pay more attention to where the gravestones are, so I'm a bit more careful where I'm going.

[samanthawalden]

       Samantha sat impaitently on her grave, watching for any activity from Marcie's. She mentally berated herself for forgetting to check her mp3's players battery. The little white Apple-accessorie just sat there looking smug and shiney.

She jumped down, and hid at the sound of laughter from the path. She sunk a peek, and swore softly. A couple of kids, about her age, she recognized one of them right away... One of the girls in color guard, or was it band? At any rate, Samantha had spent too many years in choir to be on speaking terms with her. She didn't recognize the boy, he must have transfered in while Samantha had been homeschooled for the past year.

"'A Slayer is devouted to protecting the innocent from the darkness.'" she repeated the Slayer's Handbook by rote memory, "'They must never know of the vampires, the demons, or of The Slayer.' Damn meddeling kids... and they're coming this way!"

[mightbeweird]

I open my mouth to reply, when Jordy motions me to silence. what? I mouth at him.
of course, he doesn't bother to reply before heading off into the gravestones.
Something's got him spooked. If he thinks I'm just gonna stand here, he's got some more thinking to do.
I've had nightmares about this sort of thing. Uh-uh. I am not standing around here alone.
So I'm following him as stealthily as I can.

[samanthawalden]

"Think Samantha... think!" she berated herself, her inner critic beginning to sound suspiciously British. She peeked around the grave... "What the... Is he... Sniffing? He's looking for me. Thank gods I never wear perfume..."

"Okay. Let's think this through objectively and logically. Just like Dad taught you..." she calmed herself, and sat back against her concealing gravestone. She was now staring directly at the fresh tilled earth that covered her Soon-To-Rise Vampire. "The girl I know from school. Sorta. The boy is an unknown. She's being led through a Sunnydale cemetery after sunset, by a boy that's trying to find me by scent

[samanthawalden]

'Good to know I called the play righty,' thought Samantha, as she watched the boy break into a run towards her, "You're boyfreind's a bit late, Marcie."

Samantha ducked under the vampire's first punch, and took her down with a well practiced leg sweep. She had drilled this with Watcher endlssly, she was no match for a vampire's strength, but gravity was on her side. Now on the ground, the vampire lashed out and pulled Samantha to the ground. Samantha went with it, and let the foolish new vampire pull the stake into her own heart... dust.

Samanha sommersalted into a crouch and brandished her crucifix at the oncomming Jordy...

"Requiescat in pace, Marcie..." she whispered, "Next?"