What do you do when the person you love most is gone?
When you have lost all hope of happiness?
All sense of self?
The Slayer finds herself on
another journey after losing
everything.
She journey's away from the
Hellmouth...
At the sound of Katerina's voice, Mary couldn't help but gulp as she spotted her best friend covered in blood. Clearly, having taken quite the beating from Klaus's bastard pest "Kat." She whispered before spinning around and glaring at Klaus "You touch her and I swear..."
"Oh, I'll do one better." Klaus announced loudly like the Drama Queen he was.
Before Mary could blink, Klaus had his teeth in Katherine's throat, ripping violently into her flesh.
Mary screamed in horror as she watched the werewolf venom spread through Katerina's system.
Signing her death sentence.
As Klaus finally detached himself from the doppelganger Katherine glanced over at Mary, a look of pure horror covering her features "May."
"No." The witch breathed clenching her eyes shut tightly.
She didn't want her bastard of a brother to see her vulnerable.
She would not give him the satisfaction.
Knowing he had won, the hybrid grinned as he wiped the blood from his lips before glancing over at Mary "So what do you, Marianna? You tell me what I want to know... and I'll heal your BBF and let her have a head start."
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"You know, it's probably none of my business, but I gotta ask." Buffy taunted as she kicked the vampire she was fighting to the ground.
As the 80's dressed vampire growled and pulled himself back to his feet, Buffy quickly ducked under his blow before coming up behind him.
Buffy kicked him in the back, sending him right back down to the ground.
She groaned in disgust as she got a wave of his clearly un-showered scent.
Was personal hygiene not a thing anymore, when it came to the vampire community?
"Did you smell this bad when you were alive?" She continued to taunt him as she approached him, throwing a spinning kick at his face and sending him stumbling backward.
His head smacked right into a nearby gravestone.
As he struggled back to his feet, Buffy couldn't help but quirk an eyebrow as she made her way toward him "Cos if it's a postmortem thing, then boy, is my face red. But, just so you know..." Pausing as he threw his fist toward her, she quickly blocked his blow and backhanded him sending him crashing into yet another gravestone "...the field of personal grooming has come a long way since you became a vampire."
Stefan and Damon were always sharp and clean, hell they probably had better hygiene than most humans.
Flipping over the gravestone, she grabbed her stake about to send him flying into the wind.
Yet instead, he shocked her by catching her wrist at the last second.
Before Buffy could even blink, he twisted her arm violently causing her own stake to embed itself into her stomach.
As blood began to spill over her hands, Buffy's eyes widen in panic.
