Slightly OT FIC: The Virtue In Angels (1/1)

["C S Armitage" <soren_nyrond@xxxxxxxxxxx>]

TITLE: The Virtue In Angels (1/1)
AUTHOR: Soren Nyrond
DISCLAIMER: Characters in this part are based on those belonging to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy but this fic is purely for pleasure and takes place ina n entirely different universe, so these characters are simply avatars onthe Champion Eternal principle. Don't sue me, I have little but stuffed animals to my name.
SUMMARY: Strictly it's an "Uber". It's B&W rather than B/W, but a sequel may be B/W. It just came to me (too much reading SM parodies, I fear)
ARCHIVING:: If anyone's daft enough, just ask, so I know where it is.
SPOILERS: Only if you can only see them as Canon (and if you are, what are you doing on the list that brings you Willow the Naughty Fairy ??)
AUTHOR'S NOTES: All nice feedback welcome. 
 

  
 

THE VIRTUE IN ANGELS

Soren Nyrond

(Uber) B/W

 

 

The hovercar dropped from a night-black sky and levelled off about four metres off the ground. The two kids (about twelve and ten, nubile and rosy-skinned) didn't see it, though: they were rather busy coping with the suddentransformation of their slightly-older and oh-so-cool escorts into ridge-browed, fang-toothed, blood-sucking demon vamps. And the car (which looked a little like a flying soap-dish, with seats in the front and a long bench couch at the back) was silent enough that the vamps, concentrating on Meals-On-Feet, didn't pay it attention.

The car side-slipped when it was about ten metres away and in that moment of instability the first of its passengers dropped to the ground, landing and rolling, then coming out of the roll, to kick one vamp's legs out from under him.

By that time the car had slowed, stopped, and hovered, offering a metaphorical gun-platform for the other passenger. She shaped her hands together, into an open-fingered wedge, muttered three words, and sent a dart - all right, a spear - of light at the other vamp. It was blindingly bright, but the driver wore goggles against just such an eventuality, the girl on the ground (no man could have been that slim, that supple, and that shapely, even in the bettle-suit she wore) had been expecting something of that sort, andthe two kids weren't at danger from the light in itself.

For the vampire, on the other hand, it was the wrong sort of light (it had been meant to be), and it took severe burns to its back and shoulder. Its colleague (or co-conspirator) wasn't hit by the spear, but the brightness meant it was momentarily off its full awareness. It had been halfway to back on its feet: its hesitation meant that the battle-suit girl got in three more blows - a kick that numbed what little life it still had in its left leg, then savage punches to its left arm, and to its head.

But the burned vamp was still mobile and, with what was left of its reasoning, it decided that two on one were better odds and raked its hand out to try to catch hold of the girl in the battle-suit.

"Oh no." She caught the hand, levered it, side-shipped the vamp, and stillhad time to kick the first one again.

The passenger in the car tried to generate a telekinetic punch to thrust one of the vamps back, but the creature was too quick and got out of the way.

"Oh, well - looks like it's that time again. Hold the car steady - oh, andyou might pick up the two who're cowering against the fence."

"Cowering ?" the driver said. "You mean 'keeping a discreet distance', don't you ?"

"You'd know, Harrier. Okay, I'm out."

>From a pocket in her own battle-suit she pulled a small wooden rod.

"For Light, for Life, for Personkind -- War-Witch Power UP !!" she intoned,and stepped off the side of the car.

Below her colleague heard the incantation and knew it was time for her to go fully active as well.

"From Then to Now, in Sisterhood against the Night - Slayer-venger Power UP!!"

 

Radiant domes of light, blue and green erupted around the two girls, and then their suits started to glow. Harrier, meanwhile, had brought the car toa hover beside the youngsters.

"Get in," he said, tersely.

The kids did so, but one couldn't stay quiet.

"Those are Virtue Angels, aren't they ?"

"Oh shit," said one of the vamps. "Her Highness will kill us," added the other.

"No, we'll do that," one of the girls said. They linked hands, and gestured with their free hands.

Stakes shot from concealed launchers fitted into the suit arms and impactedhard and deadly in the vamps' chests. There were a pair of dusty explosions, and quiet returned to the night.

"All clear ?" one of the girls called out. Harrier checked a complicated scanner read-out on the hovercar's instrument panel.

"Fine," he replied.

"Okay - powering down, and de-transforming - Slaying's Done, Playing's Come!!"

"The Witch Becomes the Woman !!" her companion replied.

Then the two girls climbed into the back of the hovercar and fell into eachother's arms. 

"So, what shall we Play first ??"

"Ssh," the witch-girl said; "Not in front of the Children."