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Different Sorts

Two strangers come to Forks, Washington to investigate rumors about vampires and werewolves. What they discover changes everything ... for them, and the people they meet. But is there really such a thing as "happily ever after" when death is involved?

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17. Chapter 17

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Buffy ran through the forest outside Forks, the wind whipping past her. She was after a vampire – one of her kind. She sped up, then pushed forward and tackled the vamp. They both groaned with the impact on the hard, wet ground. Her fist pumped forward on instinct, driving the stake into the vampire’s chest. She watched him explode into dust and disappear.

She stood and wiped hopelessly at her pants – covered in mud and vampire dust. She was about to start walking back to the motel, when she paused – hearing more crunching behind her. When she turned, there was another vampire – but this wasn’t one of her vampires – it was one of them. The other kind.

But she was the Slayer, and she’d been getting stronger. She’d been practicing. She lunged at the new vamp and they fought – kicking, punching. She knew her stake would do no good against this guy, but Buffy was prepared. She reached behind her and pulled the sword from its sheath on her back. The vampire was fast, but she was faster. She swung the sword around in a swift move and lopped off the vampire’s head. Its body dropped to the ground. Just to be sure, Buffy pulled out a lighter and set it on fire.

The flames were warm against the cold, damp night. Buffy was breathing heavily from her two kills. There was a rush of blood pumping in her veins, and she couldn’t help the smile that crept to her lips. She was basking in the glow of the fire and the thrill of her kills. But she’d let her guard down too soon.

She was knocked to the ground and above her, another vampire – one of the other ones – was over her, already overpowering her. The sword had been knocked from her hands and desperately, Buffy reached out for it – but her fingers found only mud and wet leaves.

* * *

Buffy sat up sharply in the darkness, breathing heavily.

She brought her fingers to her temple and groaned. She was still sweating.

It had been several months since Forks, and still she dreamed of the other vampires. Not the Cullens – not her friends. No, she dreamed of the evil ones – the ones that drank human blood. Buffy knew that they existed now and she could not escape them; could not escape the fear that, perhaps, they were stronger than her. That she could not defeat them as she had so many other, less powerful vampires.

An arm reached across the bed and pulled on her waist. “Buffy?” said a groggy voice. It was Angel. “Dreaming again?”

She nodded in the moonlight and he tugged at her waist, trying to pull her back to the pillows. But she resisted. “No,” she said, getting out of bed. She stretched her neck and arms. “I need to patrol.”

“Now?” Angel sat up, watching her as she dressed in the darkness. He glanced at the clock on the bedside table. Red digital numbers glowed 4:23 a.m.

Buffy shrugged, tying the laces on her sneakers. “I need to kill something.”

Angel sighed. He understood. “Do you want me to come with you?”

Buffy smiled sadly up at him. “No, I need to do this myself.” She gathered her hair and twisted it up into a ponytail. An exposed neck would help lure her prey.

He nodded. He’d expected as much. “Be careful.”

Buffy pointed at herself. “Slayer, remember? I’ll be fine.”

* * *

It was eerily calm outside. Everything looked distant in the early morning light. The sun hadn’t quite risen yet, but the true darkness of midnight had since faded somewhat. The world was bathed in blue. A slight breeze ruffled the leaves on the trees as Buffy walked along the Potomac. She moved swiftly, but carefully, keeping her eyes out for any of the undead.

She didn’t usually wake up so early to patrol – but right now, she needed this. She’d woken from her dream aching for the kill; longing to stake a vampire – maybe several. She needed to remember what it felt like; she needed to feel her strength, as the Slayer. Her whole body craved it.

Lucky for her, most vampires couldn’t resist a woman walking alone in the darkness – her lovely neck exposed in the moonlight. She heard him before she saw him. He must have been in the trees, because he came suddenly from the other direction, walking towards her – casually, as if the hour were not so early. He smiled and waved a hand at her, as if being friendly.

But Buffy was an old pro at this. So she was prepared when – just after passing her – the vampire grabbed her from behind, pulling the collar of her shirt out of his way. He meant to sink his teeth into her neck, but Buffy had other ideas.

Buffy grabbed onto his arm and pulled – yanking him over her head. He landed with a thud on his back – sprawled on the pavement before her. In an instant, Mr. Pointy was in her hand. But before she could drive the stake through his heart, the vampire had leapt back to his feet. He was spry, she’d give him that. But this was okay, it just meant more of a fight.

Buffy needed the fight.

They kicked, they punched – he ran – and she ran after him, tackling him to the ground. From a distance, you might have thought they were dancing – or flirting, like lovers. But the ancient truth was far more difficult for most people to comprehend – Slayer and vampire. A fight to the death. It sounded a lot more important than it actually was; for Buffy, these fights were her life – they were routine. This was just one vampire looking for a meal. She’d fought others – vampires, demons, even more powerful forces – out for more serious things. Apocalypse, power, control. Tonight, Buffy was just fighting a leech.

When she was on top of him, overwhelming him with her strength, she grinned. “I can’t believe you didn’t know I was the Slayer.” She took pleasure in the look of surprise on his face as she drove the stake into his heart and he turned to dust beneath her.

Buffy stood, wiping what was left of him off her pants, but froze. She could sense another vampire – no, two vampires. They were watching her. She was still holding the stake firmly in her fist, but she’d need more than that to fight off two vampires on her own. She felt the weight of the sword strapped to her back and swiftly, she reach for it, pulling it from its sheath.

As she raised the sword over her shoulder, she looked up to meet her latest quarry. Then she started – and froze.

“We’re vegetarian, remember?”

Edward stood with his arms held out in surrender, standing just in front of his wife – Bella – still protecting her, as if she were still fragile and human.

Buffy let out an exasperated breath, lowering the sword. She had not expected to find these two in Washington, D.C. Especially not at four in the morning, while out getting her jollies off killing vampires. Especially not after that dream – the dream that had woken her and sent her out into the night to patrol.

“Don’t you know better than to sneak up on a vampire slayer in the middle of the night.” She slid the sword back into its sheath on her back.

Edward took a few steps forward – Bella following at his heels, a soft smile on her lips. “I apologize,” Edward said, glancing at his wife. “We apologize.” Then his eyes saw something in the distance and his face hardened. “You shouldn’t put that sword away so quickly,” he said.

Buffy turned, looking where Edward’s gaze had fallen. That’s when she saw them – there were about six of them. Vampires. Fortunately, she could already tell that they were of the dusting variety. That meant she could take them – easily.

“Run. Now,” she said, pulling the sword back into her fist and holding it in front of her. This was the fight she’d been waiting for.

And Edward knew it. He’d been reading her thoughts since he and Bella had arrived in D.C. earlier that night. “We’re not going anywhere,” he said.

“Seriously, I can handle this.”

“Probably,” Edward said, standing his ground as the other vampires spread out, as if to surround the three of them. “But I’d rather not tempt fate. His arms shepherded Bella behind him. He was still overprotective, but Bella didn’t really mind so much. He couldn’t help it and she knew she could hold her own when it was necessary. And even if Edward weren’t aware of it – Bella knew this would be one of those situations.

“Buffy,” she said, “these are your kind of vampires, right?”

“Stake to the heart or cut off their heads – or light them on fire, if you’ve got a match.” Buffy was eyeing the pack, but then – glancing at Bella and Edward – realized her friends were unarmed.

She had two weapons – her sword and her stake. Buffy knew how hard it had been for her to learn how to properly stake a vampire. Finding the heart was tricky for beginners. Quickly, she gauged her options. Edward was older – and a stronger fighter. He could hold these guys off with brute strength. Bella was strong – but she’d need some help. Buffy shouted a heads up, then tossed the girl her sword. Bella caught it lithely – her vampire grace was coming in handy – and brought it up before her. Buffy pulled the stake back out of her pocket and grinned.

“Come on, boys,” she said. “I was just getting warmed up …”

Buffy didn’t wait for the vampires to move in any further. She ran at them, kicking one square in the jaw and punching another in the face several times. She pounded the stake into his heart and turned away before he’d even exploded into dust.

It was a good thing Buffy was moving so fast, since her first slay had left Bella and Edward a bit shocked. They’d never actually seen Buffy slay a vampire like that. They’d never seen one turn to dust and it was both disturbing and exciting.

But they didn’t have long to bask in the experience, since the other vampires were still focused on their perceived prey. They hadn’t realized that Bella and Edward would not provide them a meal.

As Buffy fought hand-to-hand with two vampires, another went after Bella – who swung the sword wildly at the creature – and the last two moved in on Edward. Their presence brought him back to reality and he focused on the task at hand – to beat down these vampires.

Buffy threw one of her vampires across the sidewalk – where he landed on a park bench, smashing the woods into deadly shards. He lay dazed for a moment before coming to his senses and struggling back to his feet. Buffy used the time to focus on killing the vampire that continued to fight her.

“Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to mess with a Slayer before breakfast?” She hit him with a round-house kick, then pounded the stake into his chest. In a single movement, she spun and drove the stake into the heart of the other vampire, who had now approached her from behind.

Buffy turned to see how the others were doing. She was impressed with Edward’s fighting skills. It was almost animal, the way his body moved against the other two vampires. Bella – still a relatively young vampire – was struggling a bit. True, she now possessed the grace of the undead – but her coordination was not fantastic when it came to using a sword.

“Bella, you’ve got to cut off his head,” Buffy yelled, as she ran to help.

“I’m – trying …” Bella swung wildly at the vampire.

Buffy was careful as she moved in – trying to avoid Bella’s wild swordplay. Buffy grabbed the vampire by his hair and smashed his head into the pavement. It didn’t knock him unconscious – but nearly. He lay groaning and twitching.

“Okay, try it now,” Buffy said, stepping out of the way.

Bella brought the sword up over her head and slammed it down against the vamp’s neck. The sword slid through it like butter and the vampire exploded into dust – just like the other’s that Buffy had already killed.

Bella’s eyes were wide and she was grinning – laughing, even. “That was so cool!”

There were two left – the ones still fighting Edward. He was doing a good job holding them off, but without weapons that was all he could do.

“A little help, here?” he said, ducking another punch. He swung his leg around and knocked one of the vampires down onto his back.

He held out his hand just as Buffy threw her stake to him. He concentrated hard and drove it into the vampire’s chest.

“Hey, that hurt,” the vampire said.

Now Edward was confused. The creature was still there – it hadn’t exploded into dust, like the ones Buffy had attacked.

Buffy ran to his side, snatching up a piece of the broken park bench. As she slid beside Edward, she thrust the shard of wood into the vampire’s heart and he exploded.

“It’s okay,” she said to Edward, who was clearly looking upset with himself. “I missed the heart my first time, too.” She glanced up at the other vampire who was lunging towards them. “Why don’t you try again with that one?” She smiled encouragingly.

Edward leapt to his feet and punched the remaining vampire in the jaw. Then he punched him again and kneed him in the stomach. The vampire bent at the waist. Edward swept his foot under the other vampire’s knees, bringing him to the ground. He paused, as the other vampire groaned in pain, and focused on the chest. He carefully gauged the location of the heart – then, when he was sure of his target, brought down the stake as hard as he could.

He jumped back, eyes wide with shock, as the vampire burst into a cloud of dust and was gone. Buffy and Bella ran to meet him, standing on either side and looking to the asphalt where the vampire had been dusted. Jammed into the pavement was Buffy’s stake.

“Holy crap,” Buffy said, kneeling down and removing Mr. Pointy with some force. She looked at Edward, who still seemed a little surprised at his own strength. Bella clutched his hand, beaming with pride. “Just so you know,” Buffy said, “a little jab of the stake will do fine, too. For future reference.”