New York (Roswell)
Disclaimer: *waves* The characters in this story don't belong to me. They belong to some other people ( like Joss for one) and so sadly I can't say look at my pretty creation of characters. *tilts head* I also don't own New York. Or Smallville( the setting or the show). ( more settings/characters may be listed as not being mine as I go on.)
But the plot- that's mine *nods hard*
She heard the stifled scream and immediately pulled out her stake. Because seriously, a scream in a dark alley when her skin was already crawling was never a good sign. The vampire was hovering over some punk chick reacting as if from a blow and was trying to fight another. Which didn’t make sense because his lower half was trapping this the girl’s hands.
And since when the hell did she hesitate?
She got closer, almost enough to pull him off when suddenly both of them were flying back into a wall. Faith recovered first, getting up and plunging the stake in the vamp’s heart.
“What are you?” The voice wasn’t scared just…curious. She looked up to see some punk guy pulling the chick she just saved closer to him, checking out the wall (where a slayer imprint was in made in the brick) and holding out his hand towards her as if it was a weapon.
And Faith could swear it was glowing
Faith tilted her head but refused to lower her stake. “I could ask you the same thing.”
His eyes snapped to her. “What do you want?”
“Dude, I just saved her life.” Faith snapped. “Where the fuck were you?”
The guy was about to answer when his girlfriend intervened. “Zan it’s okay.”
There must have been more in that then Faith heard because he lowered his hand and regarded her with some type of respect. “Thanks.”
Faith shrugged. “Forget about it.”
He nodded “You too.” And pulled his girlfriend closer to him before the both of them turned away, seeming to disappear in the steam from the street.
Faith watched them leave before shaking her head. “The shit you see in New York.”