Title: Not So Scary
Disclaimer: Don't own any of them.
Category: BTVS/Van Helsing.
Spoilers: semi-Spoilers for AtS ep "The Girl In Question".
Summary: She thought he would be scarier . . .20 Minutes With Buffy.
Notes: Just my take on who the Immortal could be.
So this was it. He was it. I've been hearing nothing but stories about this guy for over a month, and this is it? This was the guy that all the Italian vamps were scared of? This was the guy that most of the European nightworld shied away from? Sure he was tall and pretty cute, but come on, I was way scarier than this guy. How come demons chase after me while they run away from this guy?
"You're it," I said with disbelief. "You're Him, the big, bad-ass Immortal everyone's afraid of."
"Not everyone," he replied smoothly. "You're obviously not."
"It takes a bit more than a cowboy hat and a crossbow to scare me," I informed him with a smirk. I let my eyes travel up and down and let my face show how unimpressed I was. "Really, you're it?"
"I'm it," he confirmed.
"Well, do you have some sort of superpower?" I asked him. "Like superspeed? Strength? Do you shoot laser beams out of your eyes? Anything?"
"Can't say that I do," he chuckled.
"Then what do you do?" I demanded.
"I fight, with weapons and whatever else I have at my disposal," he shrugged carelessly. "It's proven to be more effective than I thought it would be."
"But you scare monsters," I reminded him. "I've heard the stories, there are demons out there who are piss-scared of you. And you're telling me that's just because you're good with a crossbow and some other weapons? I'm good with crossbows and stuff, plus I have the superstrength! Why are they more scared of you than me?"
"Maybe because I don't hunt after them dressed like pink leather pants," he replied smoothly.
I glared at him and looked down at my clothing. Okay, so maybe pink pants and a black tank top with a sparkling pink heart on it wasn't the best outfit for intimidation. Especially compared to his whole black duster-leather cowboy thing, but still, I was the Slayer. Hell, even my name was scarier than his. This guy was just a well-built guy who apparently was going to live forever. It wasn't that big of an accomplishment.
"Well, I'm still not scared of you," I tossed at him lamely.
"Then I'm glad," he laughed, giving me a quick wink. "That makes asking you out for coffee so much easier."
"Coffee?" I repeated. "Coffee with you?"
"Yes, coffee with me," he repeated. "I'm Immortal, not blind. You're quite lovely."
"Flattery will get you no where," I told him primly.
"Not even a cup of coffee?" he pressed.
"Well, maybe that," I relented. "But you're paying."
"As the lady wishes," he agreed with a short bow. He straightened and offered me his arm. "Shall we, Slayer?"
He winced. "Call me Gabe," he told her. "I really don't like that nickname all that much."
"Fine, call me Buffy."
"Buffy," he repeated with a chuckle. "And you truly wonder why some demons aren't scared of you?"
"Oh, shut up."