Childe of Dracula
Title: Childe of Dracula
Author: Jedi Buttercup
Disclaimer: The words are mine; the worlds are not. I claim nothing but the plot.
Prompt: Buffy Summers, #91 - Examine, for tth100.
Summary: B:tVS, Dracula 2000. Not every new Slayer was entirely human to start with. 200 words.
Spoilers: B:tVS post-"Chosen"; "Dracula 2000"
Notes: Set in the same 'verse as Complicating the Process, written for the twistedshorts ficathon.
Buffy stopped in the middle of the corridor, transfixed, the moment she caught sight of the couple entering the main Council conference room. It wasn't so much what her eyes were telling her-- the woman looked older than the typical Slayer and the man younger than the average Watcher, but weren't most of them these days? No, it was what she felt that had the hair on her neck standing on end.
She'd never met a turned Slayer-- not that it never happened, but since a Slayer's soul tended to be stickier than other people's, they usually Slayed their killers and then themselves immediately after rising. If Buffy did ever meet one, though, she'd imagined it would be something like this: dual sensations of vampire and Slayer energy radiating from the woman in waves, hunter and hunted warring in the same skin.
The stranger paused in the doorway, ignoring the murmurs of the man at her elbow to turn and glance briefly in Buffy's direction. Her eyes flashed electric blue-- not yellow? no bumpies?-- before the vampire energy in her suddenly subsided, subdued. Then she went on into the conference room.
Buffy made a mental note to interrogate Giles later.