The Graveyard: Sunday Evening

[bigbadgunn.livejournal.com]

It hadn't taken long yesterday to figure out something nutty was going on in Fandom.

Okay... nuttier than usual in Fandom.

Gunn had at least done enough research in Fandom to know that there was such an occasion where people had turned into alternate versions of themselves and that these alternate selves occasionally caused problems.

Which is why Gunn was patrolling in the graveyard with his usual equipment.

Just in case.

[Just in case any of you AU Vamp types want to come out and play...]

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[notyourpawn.livejournal.com]

Alice was having a horrible no-good day. Zack had betrayed her, Kate had refused her, Leto was not himself ... she no longer cared that she was trapped in a candy store. All of the inhabitants bored her. Even Jen's suffering brought her no joy.

She stalked through the graveyard, seeking privacy.

[bigbadgunn.livejournal.com]

Gunn stopped when he heard a noise other than himself in the graveyard.

He moved carefully through the gravestones towards the noise he had heard. Seeing the girl he knew he'd seen her before in school but...

This weekend being what it was, he wasn't taking any chances. He watched her carefully behind one particular tall gravestone just to see if there was any signs of evil and/or wacky.

[notyourpawn.livejournal.com]

Alice stopped, abruptly, with that strange feeling that perhaps she was being followed.

"Did the little breather get lost?" she asked the surrounding darkness. "Lost, and can't find her way home. Everyone will be so sad, when they hear what's become of you. I suspect your mother will cry."

[bigbadgunn.livejournal.com]

Aw. Shit.

It's one of the crazy ones. Those fuckers were always the nastiest.

"Yeah, well I got a GPS and your momma's so fat her belly button has an echo," he said moving out from behind the grave, his axe in one hand and a stake in the other.

[notyourpawn.livejournal.com]

"My mother's dead," Alice said, "so I expect she's on the thin side at the moment. And my sire is a temporarily a rodent. You'll have to be more creative, I'm afraid."

She tossed her knife in the air and caught it, more bored than insulted.

[bigbadgunn.livejournal.com]

"Ah, shit, what's this? An emo vampire?" Gunn snarked back. "I thought that shit only happened in Anne Rice novels."

[notyourpawn.livejournal.com]

"My name isn't Emo," Alice huffed. "It's Alice. I don't read novels about rice. And I don't need to be patronized by a breather too stupid to flee from his own death."

[bigbadgunn.livejournal.com]

"You see that's where you got it wrong," Gunn growled. "I've been facing vampires like you since I was a kid and I'm still kicking. So let's see what you got, shall we?"

[notyourpawn.livejournal.com]

"I've cheated death so often that he's stopped coming for me," Alice said carelessly. "I can't be afraid of a little breather carrying an axe. Would you like a slow death, or are you interested in seeing the dark side of life?"

She could use some new playmates.

[bigbadgunn.livejournal.com]

"Well let's just play by the rules of the game," Gunn replied sharply. "I take you down, you turn to dust."

And with that he swung his axe at Alice's neck.

[notyourpawn.livejournal.com]

Alice brought her knife up sharply, to block his axe.

It was not going to stop it entirely, but it could certainly nudge it in a more proper direction. That was, away from her neck.

"That won't be happening," she said. "Your options are, I drink you, I snap your neck, or I turn you. Or possibly several of those at the same time. No reason I can't do all."

[bigbadgunn.livejournal.com]

"See, I've heard that threat one too many times," Gunn said right before aiming a kick at her midsection.

[notyourpawn.livejournal.com]

The kick connected, and Alice sprawled backwards, landing in a very unladylike manner on her rump.

"Why are you all so very vexing?" she snapped. "We're stronger and faster and we take what we like. Don't you do the same to cows? Chickens? How can you moralize at me when you sup on living creatures yourself?"

[bigbadgunn.livejournal.com]

"Well maybe if the cows and chickens fought back they wouldn't be so tasty," Gunn snarked as he moved into a defensive position.

[notyourpawn.livejournal.com]

"Are you saying we should domesticate you?" Alice asked, standing up and dusting off her skirt. "I believe we could, you know. Some of your kind enjoy it. We feast, and some feel fear and anguish ... but others swoon in ecstasy."

[bigbadgunn.livejournal.com]

"Do I look like someone who could be domesticated?" Gunn snapped back. "No way."

[notyourpawn.livejournal.com]

"That only makes you more of a challenge," she purred.

[bigbadgunn.livejournal.com]

"Well this ain't Jeopardy, bitch," Gunn said circling around her. "Let's see what you got."

[notyourpawn.livejournal.com]

Alice stopped abruptly with a frown. "You don't feel you're in jeopardy?" she asked. "I assure you, mortal peril awaits."

[bigbadgunn.livejournal.com]

Gunn snorted in mock-amusement.

"Hell, that's just a regular Wednesday night for me," He said taking another swing with his axe.

[notyourpawn.livejournal.com]

"You always seek adventure on Wednesday nights?" Alice asked, pivoting back to miss the axe, then carrying her leg through for a kick towards his ribs. "Are you too busy on other occasions?"

[bigbadgunn.livejournal.com]

Gunn let out a grunt as he went flying back into a gravestone. "What can I say?" he snapped. "Shit just seems to happen to me every Wednesday."