Disclaimer at Chapter one.Chapter 6
Telekinetic-vamp was holding his hand out steady to pin her to the wall, perhaps if she could distract him, make him let down his guard… suddenly she hit the deck, hard, as they both exploded into dust before her. She had been saved… again, Riley growled a scream of frustration in her head and then faded away.
She looked around frantically and then from around an ornate crypt with iron gates came a man dressed in green, with a quiver of arrows and bolts on his back and a fancy crossbow in his hand.
“Who do you think you are? Robin Hood?” she laughed. He said nothing, just kept coming towards her, his posture relaxed, crossbow down but she assumed fighting position anyway, best not to get caught twice in one night.
He sat down in front of her, laying his weapon on the ground and looking up at her from an incredibly handsome face with solemn brown eyes.
“Who are you?” He asked simply, giving her such an intense stare that she got shivers running up and down her spine – darn he was attractive.
“I could ask you the same thing,” she replied, a smile in her voice. He raised his eyebrows in what she thought was quite a flirty manner, though that could be wishful thinking on her part.
“I’m from outta town, got a few things to sort out. Didn’t expect to come across some high-kicking chick who can take out vampires,” Buffy smiled, sometimes she thought that everyone who knew of the supernatural must have heard of her but here we were again. She sat down on the grass next to him.
“I’m Buffy, I’m the vampire Slayer – that means…”
“A Slayer? Yeah I’ve heard of them, wasn’t there one in Cleveland?” Buffy bristled.
“The Slayer,” she glared at him, not any hardship in itself, he was handsome for sure, with long black lashes fringing those lovely eyes and with bone structure that she assumed the term ‘chiseled’ was made for. She could see from a few strands under his hood that his hair was blond and he had a dimple in his chin that she could only describe as cute. He cocked his head to one side questioningly, she couldn’t be angry with this guy.
“Ok, there’s two of us but she was a mistake cause I died for like, two minutes,” he laughed.
“Ok. You may be able to help me. My name is Oliver, although a lot of people only know me as the Green Arrow…”
“Ah the superhero, are you a fan or…?” He laughed.
“No, I’m real enough, comic books are often based on real heroes y’know. I’m from a town called Smallville, we’ve been having something of a problem with meteor rock.”
“Problem?” He looked at her, exasperated, perhaps she should shut up and let him finish.
“Yes. It kind of gives people special powers, that wasn’t a major problem but now it seems some vampires have found out about it.”
“Oh. That can’t be good,” Buffy frowned, thinking of Riley and the two recent vampires, “what kind of powers?”
“It seems to vary, it’s the same in people. Anyway, I tracked some down to Sunnydale, they stole a lot of the rock and I need to get it back – does Sunnydale have a vampire problem? That’s probably a stupid question to ask a Slayer who lives here,” Buffy laughed.
“Yes we have a vampire problem, a demon problem, a Hellmouth problem, an everything
problem really, I think you had better come with me to Giles house, he’s my watcher, we need to get the gang together on this,” Oliver got to his feet, extending a hand to help her up.
“If they manage to infect more supernatural beings Buffy…” he looked worried.
“Ahead of you buddy, let’s go sort it out, looks like we’re going to be busy.”