LA. Back in town.
I yawned as I walked out of my motel room, I arrived late last night and now I needed to twist my damn sleeping pattern back to nocturnal. Would be so much easier if vampires and other creepy crawlies kept decent office hours.
I did a second check of my gear as I rounded the corner, taking an alley as I headed towards the less nice parts of town.
Stakes, check.
Machete, check.
Cross, check.
Loaded pistol crossbows, check.
Waterpistol, check.
Armor, check.
All ready. No flashbangs, No mistmakers...I was meant to be on vacation.
Things started to get quieter as I got to the poorer parts of town. There where still noise...some child crying in a apartment, cars driving around. The sound of bass from someones music player. The normal sounds of a living, breathing, city.
But the feeling of the area was different. Less...milling around and more of quiet desperation. That's not all however...there is another feeling in areas like this. It's not everywhere, but it exists in places.
The feeling of being watched. Judged if you were prey or hunter. It exists in both this and my original world...only here it is more than paranoia.
'Or rather ...at least I hope it was only real here.
I had walked perhaps an hour when I heard sounds of a fight around the corner. I silently rushed up and pressed my back against the wall before I peaked around the corner, spotting a pair of kids...even younger than the gang in Sunnydale, flanking and fighting a vampire. Badly, it was kicking their arses.
One of them was tossed onto a dumpster while the second kid rushed it from behind only to be backhanded hard enough to knock him of his feet.
Now, I hate fighting fair and close combat I try to avoid as much as possible ...but I did have something new I wanted to try.
I half closed my eyes and let my magic flow as the vampire slowly stalked towards the kid on the ground. When I stepped around the corner, my image was lit up by the flickering flames contained in my hand.
Flicking my wrist at the demon wearing the form of a dead man the fireball flashed across the distance turning it into dust in an instance.
I leaned against the wall, catching my breath. One bloody fireball drained my entire reserves ...no magic is ever free. Not even internal. It feeds on willpower and your energy. It increase your calorie intake.
At any time you have a certain 'pool' for a lack of better term to draw on. It increases the more you use it.
Right now...a single fireball drained me almost completely.
As I catched my breath the kids slowly got back onto their feet, keeping their distance "What are you? demon?" one of them asked, pulling a new stake from his pocket.
"Mage." I answered "You hunt vampires. Badly I might add. Surely you have heard of magic?" as I pushed of the wall, trying to hide exactly how much that act of magic drained me "What's your names?"
The lead kid frowned "I'm Gunn, this is Derek." and I sighed.
"Winter. Also, you really should leave the vampire hunting to the professionals. It will get you killed ...and from your way of doing it, very, very soon."
"Hey, we need to protect our turf. This is our area, no bloodsucker will be moving in here! And what the hell makes 'you' a professional?" 'Mr' Derek said and I rolled my eyes.
"Well, if you insist on getting yourself killed, that's your choice. But please at least fight smart, you make us all look bad. As to why I am a professional, I get paid for it. I do believe that is the textbook definition." I answered as Derek visibly got angrier. Well, not completely unwarranted due to my attitude towards them, but if it keeps them from getting themselves killed...
Derek looked like he was about to try to punch my lights out but Gunn stopped him "Got any tips?" Gunn asked while putting his stake back in his pocket.
I leaned against the wall and frowned "Well for one thing, force multipliers. The best are crosses and holy water. You would be surprised how distracted a vampire gets after being sprayed in the face with a waterpistol full of holy water."
Gunn slowly nodded "We got crosses." and pulled his own necklace out.
I nodded "Carve them into your weapons. It wont kill them unless it's wood through the heart or decapitation, but they wont be able to use them against you. Also, close combat are for dead men and slayers. Avoid it at all cost. Get yourself some crossbows. And no, silver bullets wont work."
He nodded and I sighed, pushing away from the wall "One more thing ...if you really must do this, stay the hell away from demons. Stick to vampires. You don't know enough to know which ones are neutral or even friendly, or to how to kill themif they aren't. You are going to have your hands full enough with just vampires, you don't need to open up new fronts. But if you absolutely have to, decapitation works for 99% of the things out there."
I eyed them for a moment before I shook my head and pulled out a pen and a piece of paper, writing up my number before tossing the paper over "You think the world is going to end, give me a call. If I don't answer, ask for Ripper." before I turned to walk away.
As I got out of sight I smiled slightly. Running into Gunn was what I was hoping for ...a few tips might help keep his people alive even if they appeared to do ok until he left the gang.
Maybe this will keep a few more of them alive.
AN// Big thanks to Seonor for betaing this section.