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Summery: The family that Slays together, might end up killing each other. (Or, Buffy and Edward are half-siblings hunting together.)
Word Count: Not high. (Google Docs sadly doesn't give word count.)
"Remind me again how stalking vamps is as fun as going to the mall?" Buffy grumbled as she crouched in the small tree stand, sharping several silver knives out of shear boredom.
Behind her, Edward rolled his eyes, "I told you we would go as soon as I'm done my errands"
"And you left out the part about exterminating a nest of vamps,“ she shot back.
"I did tell you it would be fun,” he muttered.
"Shopping for Jimmy Choos is fun. Sitting in a tree stand for four hours? Not of the fun.” Buffy flipped her hair over her shoulder, “Honestly, I don't know how we're related!"
“We both hunt monsters and have great blonde hair?” Edward grinned, "Maybe we both get it from dad."
The Slayer huffed, "Sure, completely ignore the fact that you’re psychotic.”
“Says the woman who fights the forces of evil in a halter top and heels!” he pointed out acidly.
“Which are not Jimmy Choos, because we aren’t at the mall,” she pointed out, “What are we waiting for anyway? Shouldn’t we make with the slay-age?”
“These aren’t the dust-y vampires you’re used to, sis,” he adjusted the sight on his Browning Single Bolt Action Riffle.
“Why didn’t you tell me there was going to be blood?" Buffy nearly screeched, "I would’ve worn a different top!”
"Buffy, next time I suggest family bonding time?"