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[Menace]
“Mother fucking asshole!” The bigger man lunges toward a smaller one, screaming obscenities as he does. Buffy’s just walking by on patrol and normally, she wouldn’t stop but the little guy is getting the crap beat out of him. She collars the bigger guy, pulling him off and tossing him a couple of feet away.
“Seriously, I don’t know what he did but it can’t be that bad,” she tells the big guy who’s lumbering to his feet.
The little guy is staring at her bug-eyed and scampering away with mutterings about cops and PCP which makes Buffy roll her eyes. They never get tired of the PCP excuse she thinks as she turns back to the big guy just in time to catch a hard punch to the jaw. Hard isn’t a euphemism right now. It sends her stumbling back, her head thunking against the brick wall. Her brow furrows as she gets to her feet, dodging the guy’s next lunge. He’s human. She knows he’s human. His skin was warm against her knuckles when she pulled him off the other guy. She grabs his wrist, thumb on his pulse as she tosses him against the dumpster hard enough to make him crumble. The vein beats almost too strong, too fast against her thumb and she knows. He’s human but he’s something more too and she’s not sure what.
Buffy kneels next to the unconscious guy, checking the pulse at his neck. It’s still beating strong and the blood at the back of his head is bright red. She dials 911, reports the whole thing anonymously and slips away, already dialing a number on her phone. It’s too late to call Giles in Scotland for anything not emergency related but Angel is four hours ahead of her and he’s probably still in for the night.
“So I’ve got a question and no it’s not about Lucy or Jill. Human, super strong, knocked me down. Ever heard of it?”
“Mmm, maybe?” Angel says and she can hear him moving around. “Let me check some of my case files. There was something a few years ago…”
“Right. I can always count on you for the weird,” Buffy quips as she walks toward her apartment. Her heels click on the sidewalk and subconsciously she walks on her toes a bit more to keep the noise down.
“It’s LA, not me,” Angel insists. “I’ll call you back though and Buffy…”
She has to actually say “What?”
“Be careful.”
Her first instinct is to spring to defense, snap at him and tell him she’s been doing this a while but she curbs it and nods. “I will be and thanks.”
She hangs up the phone , preoccupied as she starts up the stairs. She doesn’t like it when new beasties come along. She’s always got to decide which side of the fence they lie on. And her fenceline can be really hard to define.
“Mother fucking asshole!” The bigger man lunges toward a smaller one, screaming obscenities as he does. Buffy’s just walking by on patrol and normally, she wouldn’t stop but the little guy is getting the crap beat out of him. She collars the bigger guy, pulling him off and tossing him a couple of feet away.
“Seriously, I don’t know what he did but it can’t be that bad,” she tells the big guy who’s lumbering to his feet.
The little guy is staring at her bug-eyed and scampering away with mutterings about cops and PCP which makes Buffy roll her eyes. They never get tired of the PCP excuse she thinks as she turns back to the big guy just in time to catch a hard punch to the jaw. Hard isn’t a euphemism right now. It sends her stumbling back, her head thunking against the brick wall. Her brow furrows as she gets to her feet, dodging the guy’s next lunge. He’s human. She knows he’s human. His skin was warm against her knuckles when she pulled him off the other guy. She grabs his wrist, thumb on his pulse as she tosses him against the dumpster hard enough to make him crumble. The vein beats almost too strong, too fast against her thumb and she knows. He’s human but he’s something more too and she’s not sure what.
Buffy kneels next to the unconscious guy, checking the pulse at his neck. It’s still beating strong and the blood at the back of his head is bright red. She dials 911, reports the whole thing anonymously and slips away, already dialing a number on her phone. It’s too late to call Giles in Scotland for anything not emergency related but Angel is four hours ahead of her and he’s probably still in for the night.
“So I’ve got a question and no it’s not about Lucy or Jill. Human, super strong, knocked me down. Ever heard of it?”
“Mmm, maybe?” Angel says and she can hear him moving around. “Let me check some of my case files. There was something a few years ago…”
“Right. I can always count on you for the weird,” Buffy quips as she walks toward her apartment. Her heels click on the sidewalk and subconsciously she walks on her toes a bit more to keep the noise down.
“It’s LA, not me,” Angel insists. “I’ll call you back though and Buffy…”
She has to actually say “What?”
“Be careful.”
Her first instinct is to spring to defense, snap at him and tell him she’s been doing this a while but she curbs it and nods. “I will be and thanks.”
She hangs up the phone , preoccupied as she starts up the stairs. She doesn’t like it when new beasties come along. She’s always got to decide which side of the fence they lie on. And her fenceline can be really hard to define.
