THE FIRST ANNUAL SEATTLE SLAYERS CAMP-OUT.
The Second ‘Seattle Slayers’ Story by Dave Turner.
Disclaimer: I do not the Buffyverse or ‘Predator’. I write these stories for fun not profit.
Crossover: The Buffyverse with ‘Predator’. A couple of names from ‘Stargate’ turn up, but this is not a Stargate xover as such.
Spelling, Grammar and Punctuation: Written in glorious English, English. American idioms are used through out this fic.
Timeline: For Willow and Kennedy this story is set some time in spring 2007 after ‘Quark, Strangeness and Charm’. For the Predator it’s the next scheduled visit after the one in Predator II (1997).
Warnings: Lesbian relationship, some violence and a little strong language.
Summary: If you go down to the woods today you’ll find; death, destruction, religious cults and a demon that can’t be seen!
THE FIRST ANNUAL SEATTLE SLAYERS CAMP-OUT.
By Dave Turner.
The waves of resentment emanating from the rear seats of the SUV washed over Kennedy un-noticed as she drove towards the mountains. Even Willow had given up trying to look cheerful, and now sat in the passenger seat next to her partner with a permanent frown on her face.
It wasn’t that Willow was against the idea of a weekend camp-out to ‘bond’ with the young Slayers; she was just against the idea that she had to camp-out as well. Couldn’t she have stayed at home with Tara and the two girls who had been left to protect the house?
Willow was quite willing to greet them all on their return with open arms, hot food and hot showers. But no…Kennedy had insisted that she came as well to, “commune with nature,” she’d said; and this from someone who’d ducked out of her own ‘Vision Quest’ in Sunnydale so she could persuade Willow to go out with her, this was a bit much.
Of the four young Slayers squeezed into the back of the SUV Christina had been the most enthusiastic. She was from England and had never been out into the American wilderness before. However, after an hour of trees and mountains passing by even her eagerness was beginning to diminish. The other three girls; Sally, Monica and Courtney, could all think of things they would rather be doing that did not include trees, mountains, poison ivy, raccoons and bears.
They drove on in silence until they came to a Ranger station where Kennedy stopped the SUV and got out. Willow and the girls took the opportunity to stretch their legs and use the restroom, before Kennedy came back to the SUV from talking to the Ranger, Willow gathered the girls together.
“You could at least pretend to be enjoying yourselves,” she pleaded, “Kennedy’s been planning this for weeks, she so wants it to go well.” Willow watched the group of sullen teenagers for any improvement in their attitude, there was none.
“But Miss,” it was Courtney, one of the two older girls who was first to speak, “if we pretend to like it, she might want to do it again. Then we’d have to pretend to like it again, and so on; and you always tell us we should be honest about our feelings.”
Willow couldn’t really argue with this as she’d lectured the girls only last week on being honest with each other. A saying about chickens and their coming home to roost sprang to her mind, but before she could say anything more Kennedy got back to the SUV.
“The Ranger’s given me a map,” she waved a photocopied map in the air, “he said we’ve got to keep to the posted tracks and paths ‘cause there’s an area near where we’re going that’s owned by some survivalist group. But the Ranger assured me we’d be quite safe and the views are spectacular!” Kennedy smiled brightly at the assemblage of teenage apathy in front of her.
“Will there be bears Miss?” asked Sally the youngest of the Seattle Slayers.
“Do you want there to be bears?” Kennedy sighed on the verge of losing her self-control.
Willow had noticed that Kennedy’s smile had become more and more fixed as the day had worn on.
“Maybe,” came the non-committal reply.
“Well if you want bears,” Willow explained casting a worried look at her partner, “I’m sure we can find some, but, I don’t think the Ranger said anything about bears, did he honey?” she turned to Kennedy.
“Not that I recall,” Kennedy replied brittly through gritted teeth.
They drove deeper into the mountains along forest trails that became narrower and rougher as they went. Eventually they came to a clearing where the track stopped, Kennedy parked the vehicle and everybody got out to look around.
The view really was spectacular; the camp site was situated about half way up a mountain side on a small shelf that stuck out from the slope. On one side the mountain climbed steeply away, on the other it dropped away to expose a stunning panorama that stretched into the mist shrouded distance. The third side held the track they had just come up; all three sides were heavily covered with tall brooding trees.
By the time they had all finished admiring the view the sun was starting to set in the clear mountain air. The younger slayers set about pitching the tents under Kennedy’s direction. While Willow started to cook the evening meal; by the time the camp was set up and the meal cooked and eaten it was fully dark.
The little group of women and girls sat around the camp fire as it got increasingly darker. The silence was only broken by the sound of Crickets ‘cricking’; the fire hissing and popping and the occasional sound of a slap as a mosquito fell victim to slayer-speed reactions. The girls stared morosely into the fire thinking about what they could be doing in Seattle instead of sitting half way up a mountain in the back of beyond.
“Let’s sing a song?” suggested Kennedy brightly, getting no reply she added, “How about ‘Pack up your Troubles’?”
“Oh good!” came an unidentified girl’s voice from the other side of the fire, “Are we leaving?”
Kennedy pretended not to hear.
“‘How about ‘Row-Row-Row y’boat’?” still there was no reply, “Come on! Everybody knows ‘Row-Row-Row y’boat’,” Kennedy’s voice was taking on an air of desperation. “Look,” Willow noticed a sort of edge to Kennedy’s voice now as if she was going to burst into tears or something, “I’ll start it off and you just jump in. Okay?” Kennedy might as well have been talking to the trees, she started to sing.
Gently down the stream,
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,
Life is but a dream!”
“But Miss, life isn’t a dream,” announced Courtney.
“More like a nightmare really,” added Christina.
“Nasty, brutish and short I thought,” commented Monica.
“Like Sally?” asked Courtney.
“I’m not short!!!” squealed Sally indignantly.
“ENOUGH!” Willow yelled, the fire flared at the sound of her voice.
The Crickets stopped ‘cricking’ and the girls stopped chattering, for a moment silence reigned in the forest; in a more normal voice Willow continued,
“I think we’ve all had a long day, so, I think it would be a good idea if we all went to bed.” she glared at each of the girls as if daring them to argue with her.
There was a chorus of muttered ‘Yes Miss’’ and the girls started to head for their tents.
Staying by the fire as the girls got into their sleeping bags; Willow felt her lover’s arm go around her waist.
“I try Will I really do!”
Willow thought she heard a slight sob in Kennedy’s voice.
“Am I being punished?” Kennedy sniffed, “I mean, is the universe getting its own back on me ‘cause I was such a brat when I was a teenager?”
Eventually the two women went to bed. Within a very few minutes the sounds of giggles, moans and gasps arose from their tent.
“OMYGOD!” a loud teenage voice called from another tent, “Can’t you two leave it alone for ONE night? Give it a rest will you? It’s hard enough to sleep without you two at it all night!”
A shocked silence fell across the camp.
At about four o’clock in the morning the camp was awoken by several long bursts of gunfire followed by an even longer scream. The girls stuck their heads out of their tents and looked around.
“That didn’t sound good,” observed Sally tiredly.
“About two-hundred and fifty yards that way,” Courtney pointed towards the track.
Willow and Kennedy stumbled from their tent pulling on their jeans.
“What’s going on?” Willow looked around sleepily.
“The usual,” Monica crawled from her tent, “death and destruction.”
The Hunter was quite pleased with himself, he had been on this planet for less than one rotation and already he had collected two trophies. He removed the heads from the two ‘Prey’ he had just killed; he stood up and roared his triumph to the world, then sniffed the air. Yes there was more Prey nearby; soon he’d be able to gather more skulls for his collection.
“That really, really doesn’t sound good!” Sally struggled into her clothes.
Crawling out of the tent she shared with Tina she looked around; Kennedy and the other slayers were congregated around the rear of the SUV. The senior slayer opened the tailgate and started to pass out weapons. Guns were checked spare ammunition and stakes were stuffed into pockets. The girls who moments before must have looked like an innocent Girl Scout troop now looked like a heavily armed Girl Scout troop.
Kennedy inspected her slayers; each girl had either a sword or an axe. Monica had a 30/30 lever action rifle that her father had bought her for Christmas. Courtney had an automatic pistol. The two younger girls each clutched crossbows because they were too young to have done their firearms course as yet. Kennedy had one of her Katana’s strapped across her back and she carried the pump action shotgun that had been ‘donated’ by Dean Winchester just after New Year. She picked up a spare sword and walked over to Willow.
“What do you think?” Kennedy asked as she handed Willow the sword.
“Well, I don’t think it was bears,” Willow glanced at her partner, “I can’t feel any magic…can you?”
“Nope,” Kennedy turned to the young slayers, “you guys feel anything?”
“Scared,” said Sally.
“Nauseous,” added Christina.
“Sweaty?” admitted Monica.
“I feel absolutely nothing…I am in fact numb with terror,” explained Courtney with heavy sarcasm.
“Thank-you for that Courtney,” Kennedy turned once more towards Willow, “I suppose we better have a look?”
“Looks like,” agreed Willow warily, “or maybe wait until dawn?” she smiled hopefully.
Kennedy gave Willow a half smile, “That would be the sensible thing to do, but since when have slayers been sensible?” she grinned in the early morning dark, “Of course you don’t have to come with us if you don’t want to!”
“Huh!” Willow exclaimed in hurt surprise.
“Well,” Kennedy continued mischievously, “you’re not a slayer…it’s not your duty to go…you can stay here…by yourself…in the dark,” she made a grab for Willow.
“AAGH!” Willow screamed, “Sometimes I hate you!” she punched Kennedy half-heartedly on the arm.
“Excuse us but…?” Monica appeared between the two ‘adults’.
The women who ran the Seattle Slayer House looked at their charges; the young slayers gave the two women a look that teenagers reserve for so-called adults who act inappropriately at times of stress. Feeling suitably abashed Kennedy and Willow walked towards the treeline.