nothing worse than the series or X-Men comics.
main characters: Darla
also appearing: Kate the Slayer (Original character), Nathaniel Essex (property of Marvel Comics)
Disclaimer: Kate and her Watcher are mine, Darla was created by Joss Whedon for Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and Nathaniel Essex belongs to Marvel Comics.
Distribution: Luba if she wants it, Paula, Jinni - anyone else just ask first.
notes: 20 minutes with Darla response. Set in 1870, which is the year after Darwin published his book 'On the Origin of the Species.', which introduced the theory of evolution.
Darla snarled as she rubbed her shoulder. London was supposed to be relatively safe. The damn Watcher's Council was based here, this should have been the last place to find a Slayer. After all, they should have assumed that no demon or vampire would dare try anything so close to them, so close to the 'most dreaded foe'. Of course, the truth was that the Watchers weren't that dreaded. There were many foes far more troublesome than a bunch of old men and their books.
Like this Slayer.
The girl lunged towards her, dark eyes narrowed as she glared right back. The Slayer didn't have fangs, but she looked every bit as dangerous as Darla.
Of course, to an outsider, neither of them looked that dangerous. A pair of pretty young women, one barely sixteen, the other somewhere in her twenties. Both clad in nearly proper clothing, modest dark hued skirts and loose sleeved blouses, their hair pulled up to fall in curls down their backs. Blond and dark hair, they almost could be a study in contrast. Slightly down the street, a man in a suit watched them, his breath caught as they fought.
No human should be capable of movements like that. They threw each other through the air, and fists left bricks crumbling. It should have been impossible.
But he was right there to see it all, and Nathaniel Essex had confidence in his eyesight. Which left him wondering HOW they could do this.
"You shouldn't have come to London." The Slayer's words were hostile.
Darla simply shrugged, knowing that an appearance of calm would aggravate her foe. "I used to know a man who lived here."
"Did you kill him?" Anger was over all of the Slayer's face, flashing in her eyes, turning her cheeks pink and making her hand shake just a bit.
"Actually, no." She kicked out, hearing her skirt rip. "I didn't have to."
Gunfire rang out, and Darla's shoulder jerked back as the bullet punctured her flesh. Growling, she glanced over to see what was most likely the Slayer's Watcher charging towards them with a smoking pistol. "Changing the odds, girl?"
"Strike now, Kate!" He demanded, his hands fumbling as he tried to reload his weapon.
"Prepare to die!" The Slayer lunged with her stake.
Darla twisted out of the way, hissing as the motion pulled at her bleeding shoulder, hearing her sleeve tear from the stake. She pushed at the Slayer's back, sending her into the wall. "Not tonight, girl."
Swiftly, she ran, not liking the odds. Watchers using guns... that sort of modern innovation was troubling. If they changed with the times instead of keeping to their outdated notions of proper behavior, they could actually become dangerous. And since the Watcher was apparently willing to support his Slayer... No, Darla didn't like those odds at all.
Unnoticed, the man in the suit began to walk away, murmuring to himself. "Such a display of strength... It should have been impossible. It is impossible... No human being is capable of that. Medicine has shown that... Unless... unless... What if... Darwin did argue that evolution is an ongoing process. If such a process is even now occurring, and extends as well to humans as well as beasts and birds, then... could those girls... could they be the future of humanity?"
The Slayer Kate left with her Watcher, rubbing at her bruises as she tried to explain her night. Her Watcher, having finally reloaded his pistol, tried to reassure her that it would be alright that one vampire had gotten away. After all, she probably wasn't that dangerous by herself, and she would almost certainly come back to try again. They would simply have to be ready when the time came.
Darla gave the Watcher little thought, simply concluding that London wasn't worth the hassle. The Slayer would fall soon enough, and Europe was sounding better anyhow. She could rejoin her childe, and leave the country soon enough. Everything would be just fine.
And in the heart of Nathaniel Essex, an obsession with genetics, evolution, and finding an explanation for such a radical change from the norm of a species grew. Eventually, this obsession would change his life forever.
Darla knew none of this, and probably wouldn't have cared. After all, how important could one man be?
end Chance Encounters.