Friday
Friday shot up into a sitting position, when she had comfortably been asleep in her sleeping bag moments before.
"Stupid, inconsiderate, rude little demons," she muttered. "Can't have a single holiday without them sniffing around."
Reluctantly, she wriggled out of her sleeping bag and crawled out of the tent. On her way, she retrived her sais. It was only on Susie's insistance that she brought them. Guess now she was glad she had.
There was a loud roar, and Friday glared at the ugly beast, and promplty turned it into the opposite sex. If it had one. Friday wasn't sure.
"Bring it on cowboy," she said, her sais glinting in the moonlight.
The creature lunged towards her. Friday dodged to one side, slicing through its leg on the way.
"Wow, that was easy," she commented, seeing the dismembered limb.
Then the creature regenerated a new leg.
And the leg regenerated a new creature.
"Now I know why. Starfish demons, huh?"
Friday turned tail and ran. She made for the nearest tree, ran up it, and flipped backwards when she and gone as far up as she could go without restoring to climbing. Thus she landed behind them. She threw a sai, which promptly sank into one of the creature in the middle of its shoulder blades.
It was still alive. And it charged at her. Friday jumped, and landed on its back. She yanked out her sai just before she was thrown off, and landed hard on her butt.
She swivled around, wondering what the best tactic was to take. They sure as heck hadn't covered these guys yet in her training.
"Oh well," she said to herself. "If all else fails, go for the eyes."
Eyes. Yep. That's what everyone always encouraged you to go for in movies. Had to be something in it.
By this point, the two creatures were closing in on her. She threw one sai with her left hand that the left handed demo, hoping she got the eye like she was hoping, but not knowing for sure because she then focused her attention on the second. She rolled to the side moments before it would have mauled her, lifted her hand, and slashed it across its face at eye level. Some sort of goop dripped down, and then creature plopped on the ground.
"And whoever said you can't learn things from movies? Ha!"
She turned then, to face the other. Her sai was firmly lodged in its eyesocket, and that side of it's body had gone limp.
"Someone not quite feeling themself tonight?" she mocked.
She considered throwing her second sai, but decided that would be wise. Instead she ran towards it, from its lame side, jumped onto its back and stabbed her sai into its other eye. The demon promptly dropped down with a thump. Friday pulled out her sais.
"Oh goody demon goop blood stuff," she muttered.
She dusted the goop, and put her sais away.
"Mightnight fights should always be followed by midnight snacks," she said to herself.
Spike
A slow handclap greeted the end of her fight.
"Well done, Slayer, well done," Spike said, looming out of the darkness underneath a tree.
"I'd give an eight on performance, and a two on witty repartee. Might wanna work on that."
Friday
Friday started putting together a sandwich.
"So sorry my quips don't meet up with your standards," she said dryly. "So, what bring you here this time of night? Or is that a stupid question?"
She raised her eyebrows in question.
Spike
"Scaring campers for fun," Spike said.
He sauntered over to the small fridge Storm had and got out a bloodbag.
"That and I was hungry."
He tore the corner off the bloodbag with his teeth and spat it into a bin.
Friday
"Ahh I see," Friday said. "Gotten sufficent jollies for tonight then?"
She bit into her sandwich.
SPike
Spike chuckled slightly.
"So you should hope, mini-Slayer."
He poured the blood into a mug and set it on top of a hot plate, licking some blood of his hand. He made a face.
"You have no idea how bad this shit tastes. Least it's human, and not sodding pig."
Friday
"Nothing beats fresh blood, huh?" Friday asked. "Heck, nothing beats fresh anything. Stale stuff not good for much. Unless it's bread. Then it's good for toast. They make pennicillian from mould, though, I think..."
SHe took another bite, wondering why she was rattleling on so.
Spike
"Yeah," Spike said, amused.
She babbled worse then the witch or the whelp.
"But it's nothing beats Mate's blood. Or Sire's."
Friday
"See, now if you were human, I'd accuse you of being sick for saying that," Friday said, then paused. "Either that or cannibalistic. Heck, Cannibalisim is sick, so it all works out. In any case, to each his own. I'll stick to pig, myself."
Spike
"The blood is the thing," Spike said.
"It's...a connection, very vital, very real. You can tell a lot of things about a person by their blood."
He flashed a hint of gameface at her.
"It's a vampire thing."
Friday
"Blood is thicker than water?" Friday grinned. "Personally I've found a lot of people say that kind of thing: you can tell a lot about a person by how they do this or do that. Blood, fight, dance, exchange insults, whatever. Everyone has their own little thing."
Spike
"Don't mind a bit of human nosh," Spike said.
He chuckled slightly.
"Sometimes, it's worth it just to see the look. Like, when Sunnydale was still around, I had to sty at the whelp's place for a bit. His face when I dipped the pizza in the blood...one of the funniest things I've ever seen. You'd think I ate his mum or summat."
Friday
"Well, you know what they say," Friday said. "Small things amuse small minds."
She picked a bit of bread from her teeth.
Spike
"And you are what you eat," Spike retorted.
"I'm to bed. Clean up before you do."
Friday
"But why?" Friday asked innocently. "I like going to bed with demon guts all over me and sinking out my bed clothes with it."
She rolled her eyes.
"Night, mini vampire."
Spike
"Hey, I am *not* short," Spike protested.
"What I meant was, clean up any cooking stuff you used. Brat."
Friday
Friday giggled.
"Oh that's what you meant. Sorry. It's just that I can smell some of the gunk on me, so, y'know..." she shrugged. "Don't like mini vampire, huh? How about mini vamp? Or maybe, minivan."
She grinned broadly.
Spike
"Very brat," Spike said.
He rinsed his cup out.
"Worse then some of the cannon fodder. How about, Spike? Or sexy evil vampire?"
Friday
"How about, Friday? Or Day? Or sexy alien vampire slayer?" Friday replied sweetly.
She grinned cheekily.
Spike
"How about bitca?" Spike said.
"Bit, standing for bitch in training."
Friday
"Should I be hurt that you don't think I'm enough of a bitch already that I still need more training?" Friday asked. "Or are you referring to the fact that I am a bitch, who is training to be a slayer?"
Spike
"When you can bitch at the Prom Queen's level, then you'll be a proper bitch," Spike said.
Friday
"This is Australia. They're called formals, not proms. And we don't vote a King and Queen either," Friday pointed out.
Spike
"Prom Queen is wot I call a woman named Cordelia Chase," Spike said.
"She works with my poof of a grand sire. Seer or summat. His connection to the Powers That Be. Wankers."
The vampire grimaced.
"See you when there's daylight."
He walked off, soon disappearing into the darkness seamlessly.
Friday
Friday finished eating and then got everything packed and cleaned up, and had a shower before getting to bed. How had that goo ended up there anyway?
Spike was certainly an interesting character.
They'd probably never be friends though.