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Graveyard Shift

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Summary: You never know what you will see working the graveyard shift near a Hellmouth.

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BtVS/AtS Non-Crossover > General(Current Donor)RavanneFR1315842691010 Feb 1410 Feb 14Yes
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Buffy, the Vampire Slayer and am just playing in the sandbox created by others.

Richard Fenton of the Ohio State Highway Patrol hated the graveyard shift. There were times that it seemed far too appropriately named. Fortunately tonight was not one of those nights, as those thought appeared in his head he silently cursed as he realized he had probably just jinxed himself. He cruised along US71 at just under the speed limit, traffic was light tonight and so far he’d only issued one written warning for failing to signal on a lane change. And that had only been to relieve the boredom rather than that it was really warranted. Just as he thought this might be how the rest of his shift was going to go he spotted a group of headlights behind him moving up fast. From the position and movement it was three, no four bikers. The first three moving fast and a fourth, further back but gaining on them, probably racing. He made sure his dash-cam was running and waited until they were almost on top of him before flipping on his lights.

Three Harleys raced past him ignoring his presence, one biker looked over his shoulder, what the hell was wrong with his face, more interested in the bike chasing them than in him. He hit his siren just as the fourth bike passed him, a sport bike with two young girls on it. The driver was fair skinned with blond hair and the girl ridding pillion was dark haired and dark skinned and was holding a sword, one of those Japanese ones, a katana, he thought it was called. As the girls passed the trailing Harley the girl on the back swung her sword taking off the head of the biker. As the head flew up and away from the body both the head and the biker’s body disappeared in what looked like a cloud of smoke or dust blowing away in the wind. He had to dodge as the big Harley began to slow and wobble heading for the shoulder and bouncing over the guardrail.

The two girls now went after the other bikers who dodged and wove back and forth across the lanes to keep away from the sword wielding pair. Suddenly the girls put on a burst of speed passing the bikers, the girl on the back turning so that she was seated backwards on the bike, she jumped off the back landing on her feet and sliding backwards on the pavement on the balls of her feet, smoke rising as she skid along. The nearest biker tried to dodge away from her but with a spinning leap that looked like it came from one of those Chinese Kung Fu movies he sometimes saw late at night she took off his head. Like the first biker she had beheaded he too burst into a cloud of dust.

Up ahead the girl on the bike did a skidding 180 turn and drew a sword, she charged at the remaining biker who tried to evade her but he too suffered the same fate as his companions. Richard stopped next to the small dark skinned girl, god, she couldn't have been more than 15. She smiled at him and reached out her hand behind her just as the other girl came speeding by. The girl on the bike grabbed her outstretched hand and swung her easily onto the back of the bike before speeding off, the wrong way down the highway.

Richard Fenton of the Ohio State Highway Patrol really hated the graveyard shift.

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