***I DON’T OWN BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER OR GHOST RIDER. BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER IS OWNED BY JOSS WHEDON AND GHOST RIDER IS OWNED BY MARVEL COMICS****
Author’s Notes: I know I switch between it and his/him/he when I refer to the Rider. Just deal with it.
Faith Lehane was more scared than she’d ever been in her life. Her Watcher, Diana Dormer, was following close behind telling her help was on its way but she didn’t believe anything could stop Kakistos. They turned the corner and Faith’s eyes were like saucers.
“WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!” Faith yelled at the top of her lungs.
At first glance, one might have mistaken what she was seeing as a mere biker. Only a mere biker if one were to discount the flaming skeleton that had been wearing the clothes as well as the fiery motorcycle.
“Slayer.” The demon said to her. His voice seemed to be a growl.
“Faith, we have to keep moving.” Diana said before getting to look at the demon.
“Watcher.” The demon said.
The biker demon pulled out a sawed-off double barreled shotgun and pointed it towards them. Diana yanked her Slayer to the ground before the demon fired hitting a vampire who was quickly dusted by the blast. Her Watcher got back to her feet and walked over to the demon biker.
“Rider, you come when summoned.” Diana said to it.
“YOU SUMMONED THAT FUCKING THING!?” Faith yelled.
“Faith, language.” She scolded her charge. “We’re being pursued by a vampire named Kakistos and...”
“I get the picture.” The Rider said as it walked away from its bike.
The Rider turned the corner and saw a group of vampires marching toward it. They were armed with axes and swords and for some reason, they were chanting.
“We live for Kakistos. We die for Kakistos.” They chanted.
“I like the second part better.” The Rider said before firing his hellfire shotgun.
Faith and Diana stood back and watched the Rider go to work. With flaming chains and the shotgun, the Rider dispatched the vampires left and right as if it was nothing.
“What the hell is it?” Faith asked.
“Last Halloween, a chaos mage cast a spell on the costumes in his shop.” Diana said calmly as the battle raged on in front of them. “One of his victims happened to buy the costume that was seemingly suppose to transform the man into a biker. Then, the reality of chaos magic hit him like a ton of bricks.”
“What happened?” She asked. “Did he get hit with a ton of bricks?”
“Hardly.” Diana replied. “The teenager that bought the ‘biker’ costume gained the ability to transform into the Rider. According to what was in Rupert Giles’ reports, he tracked down the mage responsible and delivered the Penance Stare.”
Faith smiled. “I didn’t realize you read comics, Diana.” She said with a smile.
“Where else would I find the research material on that?” Diana asked rhetorically pointing at the Ghost Rider.
The main minions of Kakistos had been dusted and the Rider had his shotgun’s barrels under Mr. Trick’s chin. The dark skinned vampire frowned.
“I’m going to get killed by a comic book character, aren’t I?” He said.
“Yep.” The Rider said before firing the weapon.
Mr. Trick was quickly dusted by the blast and Kakistos could be seen walking towards him. He sounded like a horse as he walked. The Rider holstered his weapon and pulled out his chains.
“So, not going to use the shotgun.” Kakistos said obviously stating a fact rather than asking a question. “I should warn you that the Penance Stare will have no effect on me and I doubt those chains will either.”
The chains lit up with hellfire and the Rider began to laugh. He swung the chains above his head a couple of times before swinging them at Kakistos with the chains wrapping around his head.
“Oh, really.” The Rider said before yanking hard on the chains decapitating the vampire. “They seem to work just fine.”
Faith watched as Ghost Rider wrapped the chains back around his chest. The Rider then walked back towards his bike. Diana stood next to it.
“So, headed towards Sunnydale?” He asked.
“Yes, since Slayer Summers has abandoned her post, Faith has to pick up the slack.” Diana said to him.
“I’ll see you there.” He replied revving the engine.
“I do have one question.” She said to him. “Why did you have that war with Wolfram & Hart?”
“Because a father wanted vengeance.” He answered before driving off.