Conversations with dead people
I do not own any characters from Buffy or Twilight. And I was going to name this chapter simply 'Conversations' but changed my mind. Really though, how could I not?
Things start to get just a bit inappropriate here. You have been warned. It's nothing graphic, just kind of... well, just read it. I‘m letting this remain at FR18. For now.
As always, please point out any grammar or spelling mistakes. I don't have a beta and I often have a hard time catching them all on my own.
Edward stood quickly and moved out of her reach.
“What are you?”
Buffy snorted. “How about I ask you that question? The vampires I know are much less friendly with daytime.”
Edward shook his head, he didn‘t understand. “What?”
His confusion irritated Buffy. Stake in hand, she started to close the distance between them but Edward took a step back with each that she took forward.
“Stop that!” She threw her hands into the air. “This whole game is really getting on my last nerve.”
“What game? I really don’t understand what you’re talking about.” Edward tried to reason, holding up both hands in a sign of surrender. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
Buffy resumed fighting stance. “You’ll have to forgive me, but the last vampire I trusted went evil and started torturing me and my friends. Are you seriously going to try to convince me that you’re not a vampire?”
Edward briefly considered trying to do so, but he knew that would only agitate her more. She had somehow figured it out and he realized the best thing he could do now is be honest and defend himself and his family. “Yes, I am a vampire. But I don‘t kill people. Neither does my family.”
She ignored the comment about him not killing for now, there was a more important thing to ask. “If you’re a vampire, then why can you go out in daytime?”
“I’m not exactly sure what you want me to say.”
She sighed and dropped her hand from the slay position. “Let me break it down for you. The vampires that I have encountered; and trust me, there’s been a lot- they all burst into flames and turn into ash when they go out during the day. So why the hell can you?”
He was puzzled. Of course, everyone knew the ‘myth’ of vampires; no reflections, couldn’t go out into daytime, crosses and holy water burnt them. But as far as he knew, that’s all it was, a myth. They also said that vampires were much easier to kill then they actually were. All you needed was to put a wooden stake in their hearts. Edward internally scoffed at the thought.
“Helloooo?” Buffy said, waving her arms trying to break the vampire from his thoughts.
It was then that the wooden stake she was holding finally caught Edwards attention.
“That wouldn’t kill me.” he stated, a touch incredulously. Maybe we were wrong and she’s just some crazy person who believes everything movies tell her. Perhaps she isn‘t a threat.
“So putting this through your heart wouldn’t kill you? Seriously?”
“No. I doubt you’d be able to break my skin.”
Buffy didn’t like cockiness, especially in vampires. She sprung forward, wanting to put the theory to the test. Edward’s eyes grew large as he rolled left, dodging her attack.
“If you’re so sure of yourself, then why bother dodging me?”
Not even allowing him to answer, she attacked again, this time ready for him to take defense. Lunging at him, he did exactly what she wanted him to do and jumped backwards. Buffy jumped at him again before he had time to process, tackling him to the ground. Straddling him now, she sat herself up and prepared to slam her stake into his chest.
Edward caught her hands before they landed and rolled them over. It took a bit of struggling, but he managed to force her to drop the stake and pinned her hands to the ground. The slayer squirmed beneath him, trying to regain the upper hand. Her efforts were worthless though, he had her stuck.
“Because I don’t want to fight you.”
The words were a whisper, but Buffy heard them loud and clear. Her struggles stopped as some of the tension left her body. When Edward was sure she wasn’t going to punch him, he released her hands and stood.
Ever the gentleman, he reached down to assist Buffy up. Reluctantly, she accepted.
Both were quiet as Buffy brushed herself off and retrieved Mr. Pointy from the leaves. A million questions loomed, however neither were sure how to continue.
“We need to talk.” Buffy stated after moments of silence.
The silence continued. The shrill shriek of her cell phone made her jump and she pulled it out her jacket pocket. She made a gesture to say just a moment to Edward before flipping the phone open.
“Hey Wills!…. Willow?… Hello?” She turned around and took a few steps, attempting to find a spot with signal. Hopelessly, she yelled into the phone, “Willow, I’ll call you right back!”
She ended the call and snapped her phone shut. “Sorry about that-”
Frowning, she looked in each direction. Edward, once again, was gone. She huffed.My god that’s annoying.
He couldn’t get the shower cold enough. He could have sat in a tub full of ice and it probably wouldn’t have made a difference. Probably because he was already cold himself but he tried anyways. Edward could still feel the heat of her body beneath him, still feel her wiggling around, fighting him and no matter how hard he scrubbed, he couldn’t seem to wash the scent of her away. She was all over him. It was driving him insane.
He gave up fighting it. Edward closed his eyes, let one hand drift south, and proceeded to give himself the release he was craving.
“Sorry for earlier Wills, I was in the woods and I had no signal.”
“Oh it’s ok, Buffy. What were you doing in the woods? Sneaking away from Fort Giles for some romantic, moonlit lovin?”
Buffy laughed. “Have you gotten into the sugar again?”
“No! I’m just hoping that my best friend has met a nice, hot boy. Is that so wrong?”
“Maybe not, but that’s beside the point. I was with a vampire.”
“Oooh, so there was lovin!”
“Oh my god! Angel was different. He had a soul.” Buffy said, pouting.
“And this one does not I’m guessing?”Huh, good question.
“Actually, I have no idea. He’s… not like a regular vampire. I mean, he goes to my school. His father, or whatever he is, is a registered doctor.”
“Wow, that’s a new brand of weirdness.”
“It sure is.” There was a clamoring downstairs and she heard Giles curse before calling for her. “Hey Willow, I gotta go, Giles is calling me. Call me soon, ok?”
“You betcha! Good night Buffy.”
“Giles, it’s like midnight. Don’t old people go to bed at like, seven?”
“Well I’m certainly glad you feel well enough to continue to poke fun at your watcher and guardian, but please try to restrain yourself. I have news.”
“I’m afraid not.”
Buffy stiffened. “What is it Giles?”
“I can’t find a bloody thing that matches a creature that you described.”
“Oh. I thought it was going to be more serious that that.”
“Don’t you see? If there aren’t any reference to them, it’s for a reason. They may very well be very dangerous and very powerful.”
“Dangerous and powerful. Check. Nothing I haven’t dealt with before.”
“I’ll admit, you’ve faced and beaten some rather tough foes. But you aren’t invincible Buffy, I need to you remember that. Please be careful.”
She nodded. “I always am. Don’t worry.”