Just a Little Dip
Title: Just a Little Dip
Author: Jinni (firstname.lastname@example.org)
Characters: Kennedy, Ginger
Disclaimer: All things BtVS belong to Joss Whedon, et al. All things Ginger Snaps belong to Darkyl New Media.
Warning: Character death.
Notes: FFA entry and a dark, dark little ficlet.
Summary: There are some clichés you just do not violate when dealing with the monsters… and this one involves taking your clothes off.
Slaying always got her all hot and bothered. It was like that for some of them. Or so Faith said. Kennedy wasn’t so sure she should be believing everything that Faith said, but this one was true so what the heck.
And not a Willow in sight. Kennedy’s lips curled up in a half-smile.
Except – her smile drooped – Willow was out of the country. Again. Doing Watcher stuff.
Kennedy frowned, the effect looking more like a pout on her face. Willow was always out of town lately. It was beginning to get a little tiresome and definitely something they would have to have a talk about.
When Willow got back, that was.
It didn’t matter that she was out of town, anyway, investigating the reports of some kind of ‘large animal’ attack in this sleepy little town. Large animal usually meant were-something or other, or so Giles said. Thus she was here…and Willow was still out of the country.
For now – she’d just have to deal.
She cut through the yard between two houses, judging her distance back to the hotel where she was supposed to stay the night. It wasn’t the Ritz, but she supposed it would have to do.
“Oh, hell-o,” she whispered, coming out behind one of the houses and laying eyes on the absolutely gorgeous swimming pool in the backyard. Despite the fact that fall was well under way, it looked clean and cared for. Just the perfect thing to sooth her hot skin and tight muscles.
A glance at the house showed all the lights were off. Either no one was home or no one was up to pay attention to little old her.
Besides, it would only be a quick dip and she wasn’t hurting anything.
She was just…so…hot…
Hesitation warring with the need to cool off, even if only for a moment, she quickly shed her clothes. The water was slightly warmed when she touched a toe to it and she slid in quickly, abandoning all pretense of modesty.
Absolute and utter heaven.
The cool water lapped at her skin, taking the edge off of her nerves almost immediately.
Kennedy sniffed delicately. She didn’t need Willow. This worked just as good.
Really, it did, she repeated silently, choosing to ignore that niggling little voice that said she wasn’t being fair to Willow. This was Willow’s job, after all – traveling and helping Slayers.
Still, she couldn’t help but be miffed that –she- wasn’t the Slayer that Willow chose to help.
Kennedy leaned back against the side of the pool, letting her eyes fall closed. Just another minute and she’d get out, put on her clothes, and go back to the hotel. In the morning she’d be out of here. There wasn’t anything supernatural running around. The locals were probably just getting riled up over a bear or something. A werewolf would be out killing people – not dogs.
She slid down, slowly stretching out until she was laying on her back, floating on the water. With her ears submerged she could hear only the strong, steady beat of her heart, and her own deep breaths.
It was peaceful. More peace than she’d have climbing the walls, bored, back in her hotel.
The stillness was shattered as a strong, heavy body fell into her, searing pain tearing through her stomach in a heated gush. She opened her mouth to scream, water filling her lungs even as her eyes flew open. Air, she needed air!
But the weight was on her, holding her down. The pain in her stomach was growing with every writhe of whatever it was. She tried to push it off, opened her eyes to get her bearings even as her vision began to darken at the edges.
Werewolf, her brain supplied weakly as lack of oxygen made her limbs leaden.
But it wasn’t a werewolf.
It was a girl with a viciously wicked smile, sparkling eyes, and hands that felt like claws as they ripped into her stomach time and time again.
The water was pink.
Swimming pool water wasn’t supposed to be…pink.
Nor was it supposed to have half of a dead girl floating in it.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” Brigitte swore under her breath. She’d turned her back for one second. Just one little second.
And now this.
She wasn’t that worried about the dead body – but how the hell was she going to get all of that blood out of the pool?
If Ginger didn’t get a handle on this thing soon they were going to get caught – that was for sure.