Ever since their first meeting, a week ago exactly tonight, Kim had been on the lookout for Faith. She plagued him, haunted his dreams, he thought of nothing but her. He was obsessed with tracking her down and he wasn't even sure if it was so he could kill her... he just had to see her face again.
As he walked along the outskirts of the cemetary he kept his ears pricked and eyes keen. He would find her tonight. He had failed every other night, but tonight would be the night, he knew. He could just feel it in his bones.
~*~*~*~
Faith sat atop one of the headstones in the cemetary, rolling a stake in between her hands. One leg was delicately crossed over the other, clad in black leather knee high boots, a few inches of golden skin showing before her black leather skirt started to cover her thighs. She blew some hair from her eyes, looking elegantly bored.
~*~*~*~
"Hurry up and arise so we can party..."
Kim heard her before he saw her. He recognised the sound immediately, the seductive husky undertones of her voice, but at the same time sweet and smooth. He rounded a corner and watched her for a moment.
How could this demon taunt him so much? Was that how she lured all her victims in?
~*~*~*~
"Waiting for a playmate?"
Faith looked up to see the demon from last week staring at her.
"Always, but looks like I've found a better one," she jumped down from the headstone, absently pushing the folds of her skirt back onto her legs.
"You ready?" he asked.
"You bet."
Kim lunged at her with speed she hadn't expected and she folded into his tackle, pulling him down on top of her as she fell. She brought her knees up then extended her legs, using her feet to kick him off her, then flipped to her feet.
He teleported before he hit the ground, appearing atop the roof of a mausoleum. Faith raised an eyebrow, then with surprisingly agility (in a skirt!), she grabbed ahold of the gargoyle that perched in the entrance of the mausoleum and flipped up onto the roof, facing Kim.
"Nice trick," he said, baring his teeth in an unfriendly grin.
"Thanks, baby, I work out," Faith replied, before blocking his punch and sending him sprawling off the roof with one of her own.
"Couldn't tell," Kim shot back, jumping up from the ground.
"Cute."
Faith ran off the roof and aimed for Kim, wrapping her legs around his neck as she landed, flipping him head over heels as she backflipped away.
"You're good, I'll give you that," Kim told her. "Better than most."
"I should hope so."
Faith's attention was momentarily taken by the vampire she'd been waiting for, rising from his grave.
"Finally! But you know what, I so don't have time for you, buddy," Faith said, running over and staking him before he'd even managed to climb out of his grave.
Kim watched her, eyebrows knitting in confusion.
"You stake your own?" he asked, fists poised to fight again, his body in a crouch stance.
"My own?" Faith looked at him as if he were crazy. "I don't work with vamps honey. Well, not the bad kind, anyway. Lately."
"But you..." Kim shook his head.
"Did I kill one of your buddies? One of the risks of the job, I'm afraid. Maybe if you stopped killing the innocents, I might let you live, but as is... afraid not, twinkie," Faith pulled her knife from her boot.
"Wait wait..."
"Nope."
Faith came running at him and he 'ported just in time to avoid a nasty stab wound.
"Oooh, not playing by the rules. Nevermind, I got mad skills too."
"Are you a Slayer?" he asked, porting every few moments to avoid... well... dying.
"Duh," was her only response. "Now quit doing that!"
"I thought you were a vampire!"
That made Faith stop in her tracks. "Whaaa?"
"When we last met, you said you were a vampire," Kim explained.
Faith laughed. "No, I just got interrupted. Now, you better tell me what the hell you are. Coz you ain't a vampire, or a demon, but you could be a warlock."
Her weapon was still raised.
"I'm a mutant. I'm the son of a Slayer," Kim rushed out, not wanting to get killed if he could help it.
"Ohhhhhh."