fudging it a bit....
Hey! Didn't I do this challenge last week? :D Heh. Anyway, since I sort of did this last week, and Ces said DVDs sort of counted, and I was egged on by several other people. Here's here's my movie challenge response about... a TV show. Hey, Buffy was a movie first, right? Another Turnbull fantasy coming in at 1734 words. *blushes* Bending the rules and going over.... oh dear. (Mucho thanks to ReginaGiraffe for the quick beta.)
Cemetery
It was misty and quite dark when Ren looked up. He was confused as to his whereabouts. He didn’t remember going outside. He wasn’t quite sure where he was, but he did have a feeling that he was no longer in Chicago. A few hesitant steps and suddenly he fell backwards. He groaned a bit and sat up to realize that he had tripped over a tombstone. Ren backed up frantically across the ground only to smack into another tombstone behind him. A cemetery. He was in a cemetery at night. Renfield jumped to his feet and brushed grass and earth off his uniform. He bent over to check his boots for scuffs. When he glanced to his left, he saw another pair of legs. Startled, because he hadn’t heard anyone walk up, Ren stood abruptly.
"Uh, hello. I think I’m rather lost. You wouldn’t happen to know where we are, would you?" he asked.
The stranger smiled and suddenly his face changed into a hideous mask of bumpy ridges. Sharp teeth peeked out through the man’s curled lips.
"Oh dear. I guess not," Ren whispered.
The vampire, for Renfield was sure that was what stood before him, made a growl that sounded like a cross between an angry dog and a hungry leopard. To the vamp’s utter surprise Ren squeaked and whirled around to run away at full tilt. His long legs usually gave him an advantage in the whole fleeing business, but apparently no one had bothered to tell this to the vampire. The much smaller man, beast, whatever, was easily keeping up with Ren’s pace as they dashed through the misty cemetery. Ren glanced back only once to witness yet another vampire join in the chase. He thought it best not to look back again after that.
They flashed past headstones, statues, some frightening mausoleums, and not a few crypts. It was like no cemetery that Ren had ever witnessed. Finally, Ren blasted through some shrubbery into a more wide open space. Up ahead Renfield saw something gleaming in the moonlight. As he drew closer, he could see that it was a bright blond head. The gentleman in question swirled around and seemed somewhat confused to see a large Mountie pelting towards him, squealing like a girl. Ren ran past the man but didn’t get much further as there was a large iron fence blocking the path. He looked left and right trying to decide which way would bring him towards the gates. There would be no way that he could slip by the predators given their speed. Ren turned and backed up against the fence. Never had he felt so trapped.
He was surprised when the two vampires slowed as they reached the blond man. In the darkness, the stranger was hard to make out. While his face and hair were practically glowing, his body was dressed entirely in black causing him to fade into shadow. Ren watched in wonder as the three started up a conversation. The man seemed completely unafraid of the vampires. In fact, the blond whipped back his long leather coat, in a rather dashing way, and sat down on a tombstone to light a cigarette.
Ren couldn’t make out what was being said, but the two vampires seemed to get angry with the man. After a moment one rushed forward. With a smile, the blond kicked out knocking the vampire back without ever leaving his perch. The second vamp tried to circle around behind as the first leapt off the ground with a snarl. Ren’s back straightened. Two against one just wasn’t fair. No matter how frightened he was, Renfield Turnbull was a Mountie and he couldn’t let such an injustice pass. The fight was just starting in earnest when he stepped forward and entered the fray.
The blond seemed to be indifferent to his attackers. A few swift fluid moves and he had already brought one vamp to his knees. As the other tried to attack him from behind, Ren clasped his fists together and slammed them down on the beast’s back as hard as he could. The vampire was knocked forward, straight into a backhanded fist. Ren was quite impressed. The blond man hadn’t even looked. The vamp quickly got up and turned to face Ren. He stood in a defensive pose and tried to remember every bit of hand-to-hand that he had learned at Depot. He needn’t have bothered because the blond man turned reaching into his coat behind the vamp. Before Ren knew what was happening, his attacker went poof. The blond stood holding out a sharpened piece of wood with a smirk. The second vamp again tried to jump the stranger from behind but only ended up a pile of dust himself after a quick jab.
"Are you all right, sir?" Ren asked quickly.
The platinum blond looked at him and blinked.
"You’re kidding, right?"
"No. I didn’t mean to drag you into my altercation with those... gentlemen."
The blond, who was quite a bit shorter than Ren, looked up at him. It seemed as though he was amused and quickly enough a sly smile slid across his lips.
He pulled out another cigarette and said, "No problem. So you’re a Mountie then? Don’t think I’ve ever eaten a Mountie before."
"I beg your pardon?" Ren asked and started to get a strange feeling in his stomach.
Renfield watched the flame from the lighter cast flickering shadows across the man’s pale face. The blue eyes glowed as they concentrated on the tip of the cigarette. The lighter closed with a click and as the stranger turned his head up again to look at Ren, he could see the face change.
"Oh dear," Ren whispered again, "this just isn’t my night."
"Mate, you can say that again."
He froze in shock, the monster lunged, and a shrill voice cried out.
"Spike!"
Spike stopped about two inches from Renfield’s neck. He gasped in relief, but the vampire just looked annoyed.
"Damnit! Can’t a fella have a quiet kip around here without the bloody Slayer showing up?" Spike asked the sky before quickly jumping behind Ren to use him as a shield.
Ren was surprised to see a young blonde woman stride up with several people behind her.
"I don’t know what you’re plan is this time, but you won’t get away with it, Spike!" the woman, obviously this Slayer person, threatened.
"Leave off, Slayer, or Big Red here gets hurt."
"Um, help?" Ren asked.
"Shut up!" Spike and the Slayer said in unison.
"Sorry," Ren whispered.
The pair continued to trade barbs. Ren looked past the Slayer to see that her friends looked somewhat embarrassed. The little redhead was giving him worried looks. She seemed quite nice he thought. The dark haired boy kept looking around worriedly like he wondered if something else scary was going to pop out. The older gentleman with the glasses kept trying to interrupt the Slayer’s argument with Spike. Ren certainly hoped he was going to remind her of the strong hand currently wrapped around his throat.
Suddenly, something plowed into Spike like a freight train. Ren was knocked onto the ground. The redhead and the older gentleman helped him to his feet. He turned to see Spike rolling around on the ground in a furious fight with a large dark haired vampire. The Slayer looked worried and kept whispering "Angel!" over and over.
"Oh my!" Ren whispered. "Is he on our side?"
"Mostly," the boy said giving the new vampire a look.
"Angel’s okay. Are you really a Mountie, like on horses a-and stuff?"
Ren looked down at the little redhead and smiled.
"Yes."
"What brings you to Sunnydale? It isn’t related to the Hellmouth is it?" the gentleman asked sounding worried.
Ren was going to ask what he was talking about when the fight came to an abrupt end. Spike kicked Angel at the Slayer and made a lunge at him. Ren yelped and tried to pull away. The older man held up a stake, but Spike was just too fast. He dodged the instrument and ending up running right into the redhead. She also yelped, but couldn’t get away. Spike had her in a death grip before anyone could react.
"Ah, now I’ve got me a nice treat in the easier to-go size," Spike said giving the poor girl a leer.
Ren frowned. It was one thing to threaten him. After all, he was a Mountie and was trained for that kind of terror, but innocent little girls? That was just too much. Renfield straightened to his full height and looked around quickly. The boy had a squirt gun stuck in the front of his pants. It seemed an odd weapon until Ren realized it was probably full of holy water. He snatched the toy with a quick movement, subconsciously realizing that it was supposed to represent a 9 mm Beretta despite being clear and hot pink, and fired right into Spike’s face. The vampire howled and pushed the young woman away. Just as quickly, strong arms wrapped around him.
"Let go, Angel! I can take him!" Ren said still holding up the gun... which for some reason was suddenly a bottle of Windex.
Ren glanced up at Ray’s wet and unamused face. He looked down at the red wool arms wrapped around him.
"Renfield! Renfield!" Constable Fraser was yelling into his ear.
Ren quit struggling and bowed his head.
"It happened again, didn’t it?" he whispered.
"I’m afraid so. Ray, are you all right?" Fraser asked, letting Ren go.
The Detective wiped the blue liquid off his face with his hand. He stared daggers at Ren before answering.
"Yeah, I’m fine. Lucky I got my eyes closed before he squirted."
Fraser sighed, "Well, it is your fault. I tried to warn you about letting Turnbull watch your Buffy DVD box sets. I honestly don’t know what you two see in that ridiculous show."
"Spike," Ren and Ray answered simultaneously.
Fraser gave a very Angel-like sigh and disappeared into his office. Ren and Ray glanced at each other before sniggering. At least, Ren thought, all seemed to be forgiven. The Consulate was a lot safer than any cemetery, that was for sure, but Ren kept a sharpened wooden spoon tucked into his Sam Browne for the rest of the evening just in case.
Cemetery
It was misty and quite dark when Ren looked up. He was confused as to his whereabouts. He didn’t remember going outside. He wasn’t quite sure where he was, but he did have a feeling that he was no longer in Chicago. A few hesitant steps and suddenly he fell backwards. He groaned a bit and sat up to realize that he had tripped over a tombstone. Ren backed up frantically across the ground only to smack into another tombstone behind him. A cemetery. He was in a cemetery at night. Renfield jumped to his feet and brushed grass and earth off his uniform. He bent over to check his boots for scuffs. When he glanced to his left, he saw another pair of legs. Startled, because he hadn’t heard anyone walk up, Ren stood abruptly.
"Uh, hello. I think I’m rather lost. You wouldn’t happen to know where we are, would you?" he asked.
The stranger smiled and suddenly his face changed into a hideous mask of bumpy ridges. Sharp teeth peeked out through the man’s curled lips.
"Oh dear. I guess not," Ren whispered.
The vampire, for Renfield was sure that was what stood before him, made a growl that sounded like a cross between an angry dog and a hungry leopard. To the vamp’s utter surprise Ren squeaked and whirled around to run away at full tilt. His long legs usually gave him an advantage in the whole fleeing business, but apparently no one had bothered to tell this to the vampire. The much smaller man, beast, whatever, was easily keeping up with Ren’s pace as they dashed through the misty cemetery. Ren glanced back only once to witness yet another vampire join in the chase. He thought it best not to look back again after that.
They flashed past headstones, statues, some frightening mausoleums, and not a few crypts. It was like no cemetery that Ren had ever witnessed. Finally, Ren blasted through some shrubbery into a more wide open space. Up ahead Renfield saw something gleaming in the moonlight. As he drew closer, he could see that it was a bright blond head. The gentleman in question swirled around and seemed somewhat confused to see a large Mountie pelting towards him, squealing like a girl. Ren ran past the man but didn’t get much further as there was a large iron fence blocking the path. He looked left and right trying to decide which way would bring him towards the gates. There would be no way that he could slip by the predators given their speed. Ren turned and backed up against the fence. Never had he felt so trapped.
He was surprised when the two vampires slowed as they reached the blond man. In the darkness, the stranger was hard to make out. While his face and hair were practically glowing, his body was dressed entirely in black causing him to fade into shadow. Ren watched in wonder as the three started up a conversation. The man seemed completely unafraid of the vampires. In fact, the blond whipped back his long leather coat, in a rather dashing way, and sat down on a tombstone to light a cigarette.
Ren couldn’t make out what was being said, but the two vampires seemed to get angry with the man. After a moment one rushed forward. With a smile, the blond kicked out knocking the vampire back without ever leaving his perch. The second vamp tried to circle around behind as the first leapt off the ground with a snarl. Ren’s back straightened. Two against one just wasn’t fair. No matter how frightened he was, Renfield Turnbull was a Mountie and he couldn’t let such an injustice pass. The fight was just starting in earnest when he stepped forward and entered the fray.
The blond seemed to be indifferent to his attackers. A few swift fluid moves and he had already brought one vamp to his knees. As the other tried to attack him from behind, Ren clasped his fists together and slammed them down on the beast’s back as hard as he could. The vampire was knocked forward, straight into a backhanded fist. Ren was quite impressed. The blond man hadn’t even looked. The vamp quickly got up and turned to face Ren. He stood in a defensive pose and tried to remember every bit of hand-to-hand that he had learned at Depot. He needn’t have bothered because the blond man turned reaching into his coat behind the vamp. Before Ren knew what was happening, his attacker went poof. The blond stood holding out a sharpened piece of wood with a smirk. The second vamp again tried to jump the stranger from behind but only ended up a pile of dust himself after a quick jab.
"Are you all right, sir?" Ren asked quickly.
The platinum blond looked at him and blinked.
"You’re kidding, right?"
"No. I didn’t mean to drag you into my altercation with those... gentlemen."
The blond, who was quite a bit shorter than Ren, looked up at him. It seemed as though he was amused and quickly enough a sly smile slid across his lips.
He pulled out another cigarette and said, "No problem. So you’re a Mountie then? Don’t think I’ve ever eaten a Mountie before."
"I beg your pardon?" Ren asked and started to get a strange feeling in his stomach.
Renfield watched the flame from the lighter cast flickering shadows across the man’s pale face. The blue eyes glowed as they concentrated on the tip of the cigarette. The lighter closed with a click and as the stranger turned his head up again to look at Ren, he could see the face change.
"Oh dear," Ren whispered again, "this just isn’t my night."
"Mate, you can say that again."
He froze in shock, the monster lunged, and a shrill voice cried out.
"Spike!"
Spike stopped about two inches from Renfield’s neck. He gasped in relief, but the vampire just looked annoyed.
"Damnit! Can’t a fella have a quiet kip around here without the bloody Slayer showing up?" Spike asked the sky before quickly jumping behind Ren to use him as a shield.
Ren was surprised to see a young blonde woman stride up with several people behind her.
"I don’t know what you’re plan is this time, but you won’t get away with it, Spike!" the woman, obviously this Slayer person, threatened.
"Leave off, Slayer, or Big Red here gets hurt."
"Um, help?" Ren asked.
"Shut up!" Spike and the Slayer said in unison.
"Sorry," Ren whispered.
The pair continued to trade barbs. Ren looked past the Slayer to see that her friends looked somewhat embarrassed. The little redhead was giving him worried looks. She seemed quite nice he thought. The dark haired boy kept looking around worriedly like he wondered if something else scary was going to pop out. The older gentleman with the glasses kept trying to interrupt the Slayer’s argument with Spike. Ren certainly hoped he was going to remind her of the strong hand currently wrapped around his throat.
Suddenly, something plowed into Spike like a freight train. Ren was knocked onto the ground. The redhead and the older gentleman helped him to his feet. He turned to see Spike rolling around on the ground in a furious fight with a large dark haired vampire. The Slayer looked worried and kept whispering "Angel!" over and over.
"Oh my!" Ren whispered. "Is he on our side?"
"Mostly," the boy said giving the new vampire a look.
"Angel’s okay. Are you really a Mountie, like on horses a-and stuff?"
Ren looked down at the little redhead and smiled.
"Yes."
"What brings you to Sunnydale? It isn’t related to the Hellmouth is it?" the gentleman asked sounding worried.
Ren was going to ask what he was talking about when the fight came to an abrupt end. Spike kicked Angel at the Slayer and made a lunge at him. Ren yelped and tried to pull away. The older man held up a stake, but Spike was just too fast. He dodged the instrument and ending up running right into the redhead. She also yelped, but couldn’t get away. Spike had her in a death grip before anyone could react.
"Ah, now I’ve got me a nice treat in the easier to-go size," Spike said giving the poor girl a leer.
Ren frowned. It was one thing to threaten him. After all, he was a Mountie and was trained for that kind of terror, but innocent little girls? That was just too much. Renfield straightened to his full height and looked around quickly. The boy had a squirt gun stuck in the front of his pants. It seemed an odd weapon until Ren realized it was probably full of holy water. He snatched the toy with a quick movement, subconsciously realizing that it was supposed to represent a 9 mm Beretta despite being clear and hot pink, and fired right into Spike’s face. The vampire howled and pushed the young woman away. Just as quickly, strong arms wrapped around him.
"Let go, Angel! I can take him!" Ren said still holding up the gun... which for some reason was suddenly a bottle of Windex.
Ren glanced up at Ray’s wet and unamused face. He looked down at the red wool arms wrapped around him.
"Renfield! Renfield!" Constable Fraser was yelling into his ear.
Ren quit struggling and bowed his head.
"It happened again, didn’t it?" he whispered.
"I’m afraid so. Ray, are you all right?" Fraser asked, letting Ren go.
The Detective wiped the blue liquid off his face with his hand. He stared daggers at Ren before answering.
"Yeah, I’m fine. Lucky I got my eyes closed before he squirted."
Fraser sighed, "Well, it is your fault. I tried to warn you about letting Turnbull watch your Buffy DVD box sets. I honestly don’t know what you two see in that ridiculous show."
"Spike," Ren and Ray answered simultaneously.
Fraser gave a very Angel-like sigh and disappeared into his office. Ren and Ray glanced at each other before sniggering. At least, Ren thought, all seemed to be forgiven. The Consulate was a lot safer than any cemetery, that was for sure, but Ren kept a sharpened wooden spoon tucked into his Sam Browne for the rest of the evening just in case.