Re: FIC: Deeper-Post Season Six Fic(1/1)

[Red <vampred5@xxxxxxxxx>]

Wonderful!

Sequel, please!

 Mad Hamlet wrote:

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Deeper


The August moon hung fat and yellow on the horizon; so close to the edge of
the earth it appeared bloated to three times its normal size. When tired winds
blew clouds before it the shadows cast upon the ground were tinged with a deep
infected hue, while the edges of the clouds themselves glowed from the sickly
light behind them. The air near the ground was motionless; there wasn't enough
power anywhere in the wind to disturb the smallest leaf. It hung, humid and
wet, around everything like a heavy blanket.

'Ugly night,' the young woman thought to herself. 'Very ugly night.'

The Slayer shrugged out of her jacket, tugging the front of her tank top away
from sweat soaked ski n. Warm air rushed into the space provided bringing no
relief. Grunting slightly in disappointment the young woman flung open the
gates to the Southside Cemetery. The rusty hinges protested loudly but did not
slow her down.

She looked around carefully, looking for a target. 'I really should have
swept this place more often,' The Slayer thought to herself reluctantly. 'But
...she's buried here and that means-' With a shake of her head the thought was
caught and killed.

The Slayer paused and leaned up against a mausoleum,

'She won't like it that I'm here.' She paused and a small smile flashed
across her face briefly.

'Either of them might not like it.' The young woman thought to herself. Then
she squared her shoulder, 'That's just too bad,' she decided. 'The local vamp
population somehow figured out I was avoiding this place and now all the other
locals are empty. Only place to left to look is here and if she doesn't< BR>like....' The blond shrugged.

Resuming her pace she moved through and between the graves with practiced
ease, senses primed, ears cocked, muscles ready but relaxed, a long, sharpened
stake in hand. She went in a circular pattern, going around the edge of the
cemetery first and then moving inward. No crypt went unopened, no grave
unchecked for fresh dirt. Her hunting bore some success, a few vampires in the
wrong place at the wrong time; these were effectively and quickly dispatched.


She took as much time as she could to avoid the center of the cemetery,
prolonging investigations that she already knew wouldn't reveal anything but
she went about them anyway.

'Good practice,' she rationalized to herself. 'Gotta keep up the practice.'

Eventually there was only one place left to go. The one place she didn't want
to.

'Could call it a night,' she thought. 'Not like there's going to be anything
there. I know that.'

Her sense of professionalism wouldn't let her though.

'And you might be needed,' a tin

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