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34 years old
Hewitt, Texas
United States

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NAME: Shawn Travis Ross
NICKNAMES: None...that I know of...
ALIASES: Not telling.
DATE OF BIRTH: September of 1990
PLACE OF BIRTH: Small town in Texas
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Traveling
ETHNICITY: Caucasian
HAIR COLOR: Brown
EYE COLOR: Brown
PARENTS: Cynthia Elizabeth Fuller/Ross(Mother)
Lawrence Walter Ross(Father)
SIBLINGS: Adeline Beatrice Ross(Younger Sister)
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single
CURRENTRELATIONSHIP(S): None
OCCUPATION: Random
ADDICTIONS: Alcohol, Women
BIRTHMARKS: Birthmark on Ankle
SCARS: A few on my abdomen

Personality

Shawn Travis Ross can be a strange character all on his own. He is sweet and nice on one hand and yet can be quick to anger on the other but only with the right buttons pushed. He is patient and kind but can be fierce and unyielding when the time comes. He is hard to get close to and tends to push everyone away faster than they can throw themselves at him. He has a thing for drinking and the ladies but can't hold a relationship longer than a week. He gets bored and drops them before they can really get hurt, it always seemed to work for him.

Trained to fight when he was younger, he isn't the best but he can certainly defend himself. He doesn't look for fights but will throw himself into one if he finds it unfair or just stupid in general. He has a hero complex inherited by his father and would save a mouse before it hit a mouse trap if he thought it would die in pain. He has sincere compassion for all living things....even the things he kills. Did I mention he is strange?

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Buffy Summers

Buffy Summers and Shawn met by chance but the bond that was formed will be forever. Having been thrown into a large game of wills by an evil man named Tralant, Shawn was merely supposed to watch. Rounding up slayers, demons, hunters, humans, and every creepy crawly he could find, Tralant brought them all to a place and tied them up, paired off in teams of two. When they came to, they were told how the game was to be played and that only one team would make it to the end. They fought side by side and their bond couldn't have been made any stronger. Although the details are massive in their relationship, they know that neither would leave the other behind until death.

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Verses: SPN, Anita Blake, Lost Girl, Crossovers welcome
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Length: Multi Para, Novella, Para
Genre: Action, Custom, Fantasy, Gore, Science Fiction, Supernatural,
Member Since:September 30, 2011




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"Vampires never did quit changing, quit evolving. As the world kept spinning, they kept moving and that's how I came to be. The spawn of two very different things into one. To say I was just a vampire would be an understatment to say the least."

Shawn - Travis - Ross
3 Names
2 Lives
1 Man

Born in a very small town in Texas to my mother, Cynthia Elizabeth Fuller/Ross and father, Lawrence Walter Ross, I grew up to live a not so normal life. Not long after having had me, another child came from my parents. Adeline Beatrice Ross, my little adorable and very annoying sister. We will get to all that stuff later, for now, we will start with the real story. Why am I so different?

Family

How about we start with the fact that I am not the only one in my family who is different. We all are, from my grandmother and grandfather on down to me and little Adeline. You see, my grandmother was no normal woman when alive. She was a necromancer, someone who can raise the dead but control them as well. Her powers were unbelievably strong and she could raise almost any age of corpse, the best around. She knew all about them and passed it all onto my mother, who as well, became a very powerful necromancer. I inherited this gift from my mother but not nearly as strong, maybe it is just a girl thing because Adeline got it better than I, but I got something she didn�t get at all.

My father was no normal man either, makes sense though doesn't it? Lawrence Walter Ross was a living, breathing, walking corpse so to speak. A vampire at better terms. His strength amazing, his hypnosis mesmerizing, and his voice soothing. He wasn't quite a master but lived pretty long. Being that I was born from him and not made into one, I have gotten talents and have learned how to use them better then most vampires who are hundreds of years old.

My sister, Adeline inherited only my mothers traits. She got the power to raise the dead, raising our dead ferret on accident once, and none of my fathers powers. I was glad that she didn't, you wouldn't understand how horrible it would be for me to see my little sister feeding on someone's life force as I have myself. I would never be able to see her sweet face attached to the neck of a man or woman to keep herself alive, it would be heartbreaking.

Last, but not least, Moi. I am half vampire half necromancer. Hard to manage, I know. What I can do? I have their strength, their sight, their graceful movements, their ability to blend, to move quickly, to hypnotize. I have their ability to appear human, to mesmerize with my eyes. I have their soothing voice and wondrous touch. I also have their thirst for the kill, the hunger for blood, the want of sex, their need for life. What I did not get? Their life expectancy, their unease to crosses and their inability to stand the sun. Thank you Mom. I age the same as any human, maybe my body not as fast as my mind. I am in my twenties and so I look it. My mothers side is a bit different. I am able to raise the dead, control them, make them do my biding, however I am nowhere near as powerful as even that of my little sister.

History

I will get back to my sister, now that you know a little more about me. Adeline was born with gorgeous blond hair, blue eyes, soft skin, and a friendly touch. She was what any man would want and need, no matter how much I intimidated her dates. She was a lovely young lady and grew to be a lovely woman, or so I have seen from afar. When we were but kids, me being a teen, Adeline still didn�t know too much about what I was, just about herself as our mother taught her.

One day, while feeding on a willing woman named Gwyneth from downtown, my sister found me. I was but sixteen, she was only twelve, she did not understand. What would you do if you found some woman limp in the arms of your brother, out in the backyard, in the middle of the day? Exactly, she had no clue. She ran to my mother, screaming her head off. By then I had let Gwyneth go and she had stumbled back to her car, something about taking blood from her got her hot. I had run inside to find my sister in a ball in my mothers arms, crying her eyes out, screaming as if I would strike her as I entered the room.

The blow my heart took that evening was astonishing. Just to see my sister that terrified of me hurt like nothing ever could, not even death. My mother tried to explain as best she could what I had been doing but she just did not understand. From that day on, Adeline never accepted me as her brother and looked at me as If I were a monster. I moved out of the house quickly after that, so that I could give her some peace of mind, so that maybe she would get better. To this day, she still does not see me as her brother.

It was not fair to me. She accepted my father, one who actually killed for his meals, and yet she could not accept her brother, the one that only took willing women and did not kill them, only took enough to sustain ones� self. It seemed hardly fair, but she did not care. I was not apart of her life anymore, the damage was done.

I grew up on my own after that, still visiting my parents when Adeline was off to school. I never did call her Addie, always Adeline. I would sit and talk with them, see how she was doing, find out anymore I could about myself, about themselves, how Adeline was advancing and so on and so forth, basically just keeping in touch.

Not too long after Adeline hit fifteen years old, my parents were killed in a zombie attack. The orders given by someone we still do not know. My sister had spent so long searching for answers only to come up empty. I knew she would not find them and that was ok, my parents did not fear death anymore then they feared life. They were torn to bits by zombies, left with nothing to regenerate with. It was the intention all along.

That was five years ago and a year after their death, my sister went missing. She never did show up, but she wouldn't want me looking for her. She didn't fear the dark anymore than I did. I know what you are thinking, how could I not go looking for her? Because in my heart, in my soul, I knew she was already dead. I heard around the streets a month later that she had died because she would not agree to marry a very powerful and power hungry voodoo priest named Robert Domingez. I was not angry with him�after I tore his throat out. I made sure he got to see his life slipping away from him, draining his blood from him, one drop at a time. As it came to an end, when he was almost dead, I reached into his chest and pulled the very beating heart of his from his body and held it in my hand. I brought my lips to that beating wonder and sucked the blood left. He was dead and she was as well. All alone. Isn�t that how it started?

A year later and I am ok. I live my life one person at a time. I am a powerful vampire but not a very old one. I learned all that I could from my father. I have no real friends and keep no one close, for they always seem to die. How close can you get to what does not feel? You decide.

Just when I thought my life couldn't get any more lonely, I learned something new. The information I had been given about my sister that had sent me into a dangerous spiral down had been wrong all along. She was alive...I have to find her...

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Reason for ℂħ𝓪𝔬ѕ

Sep 18th 2023 - 12:52 AM


Reason stood there, the motel room's harsh, flickering light casting eerie shadows over her face as she contemplated the grisly scene she had just orchestrated. Her gaze lingered on the lifeless body of the man she had drained of his vitality. There was no remorse in her eyes, only a steely determination to protect herself and those she cared about.

As she adjusted the pendant of St. Jude, she felt a momentary connection to a higher power, a force that had guided her through the tumultuous journey of her life. It was a reminder that, despite the darkness that clung to her, she still had a purpose, a duty to protect those who couldn't protect themselves.

The room bore witness to the secrets and horrors of countless encounters, but Reason had become a force to be reckoned with in this world of shadows and secrets. She had risen from the depths of an unforgiving existence to become a protector of women who had been left vulnerable in the seedy underbelly of Las Vegas.

Her thoughts turned to the warning the man had given her—the looming threat from the "big boss." Reason had always known that her actions would eventually catch up with her, but she had no intention of backing down. She was no longer just a survivor; she was a leader, a queenpin who controlled her domain with an iron fist.

Leaving the motel room behind, Reason descended the creaky staircase to the dimly lit lobby. Her guard had already taken care of the necessary arrangements to ensure that no trace of their presence remained. The front desk staff had been paid off, and the security tapes were wiped clean, leaving no evidence of the confrontation that had transpired.

Outside, the neon lights of Las Vegas continued to pulse with a hypnotic rhythm, drawing in the lost and the hopeful, the sinners and the seekers. Reason's path was uncertain, but one thing was clear: she would not go down without a fight. She would protect her club, her girls, and her own life at all costs.

As she made her way through the city's labyrinthine streets, Reason couldn't help but wonder if she would ever find someone like her, someone who understood the burden of supernatural abilities and the relentless darkness that clung to her soul. In a city that reveled in its vices and excesses, Reason was a force of nature, a guardian of the forsaken, and a living reminder that even in the heart of darkness, a glimmer of hope could still survive. Las Vegas may have been a living, breathing monster, but Reason was a monster of a different kind—one that had learned to thrive in the shadows, even as it wrestled with its own inner demons. She made her way back into the club while her guards paid off the front desk to wipe their security tapes, and she headed back inside behind a group of men who were drunk and way to eager, careful not to touch them and drop them to the floor. "Heyyy, is the party starting out here?" she could smell him before she saw him as he turned to face her. His breath staunch with whiskey. 

"All in there, big guy," Reason put on her best tolerant smile and she surveyed the four, pausing at the clearly sober one before she nodded to the doorman to let them in. 
✞The Last Guardian✞

Apr 14th 2021 - 6:21 PM


She had found comfort in so little but hearing him say he was going to stay a while was comforting. SHe down to fewer than four hours of sleep a day, now, finding it near impossible without seeing the horrible sights that she had to see day in and day out. Terrifying images that she’d never thought she’d ever live to see even if she’d lived forever. Buffy had faced many apocalypses-far too many to count- and not once did she ever think that the world would go completely ass over, not as long as she could still fight. Her fevered eyes met his and she wanted to melt. The group had mostly went to rest from the day. The more they ventured out, the further they explored, the more they had to decompress. In this small town, one of the last refuges, they had created their own lives. Though many had lost loved ones, they had rebuilt lives here. 

 

Shawn didn’t answer about Adeline so she didn’t feel like pressing it in the vent that he lost her. Buffy had showed them where they were all staying and she walked with him towards her stay. “I lost everyone...over time of course but it’s not so bad here. We have enough food. We go out and get more whenever we can...we’re having to move further and further out. We take parts and rebuild what we can. Somehow I became a leader in all of this,” Buffy prattled on as she walked with him showing him around the area. “You can come in,” she invited him into her home. It wasn’t much but it was just her here. She walked into the living room and she leaned against the couch. “Between you and me, I want to find what did this and stop it...not just survive but...find out what did this. I can’t be weighed down by what’s here as safe as this is. I just don’t have much to go off of.”

 

Buffy watched him, unable to tear her eyes away from him, scared that if she looked away he would disappear. She had to refrain from touching him to make sure he wasn’t a hallucination. “Shawn...sorry never mind.”


 

✞The Last Guardian✞
✞The Last Guardian✞

Sep 18th 2023 - 12:29 AM


Buffy listened to Shawn as he spoke, his words resonating with her in this bleak infested world. She knew that feeling of constant vigilance, the weight of the horrors they had to face day in and day out. It was a relief to have him here, to have someone to talk to who understood what it meant to survive in these dire times.

As she led him into her modest quarters, she couldn't help but notice how he looked at her, how he seemed to study every detail of her face. It made her feel vulnerable and exposed, but at the same time, it was a connection, a reminder of the bond they had forged through their battles.

When he insisted that she finish what she was going to say, Buffy hesitated for a moment, her eyes locked onto his. She could see the longing in his gaze, the unspoken emotions swirling between them. Taking a deep breath, she spoke softly, her voice tinged with vulnerability.

"I was going to say..." Now was not the time to leave anything on the table, not after all they've lost, "Is it weird at a time like this to say I'm happy to see you? I've missed you, Shawn. More than words can say. These days, it's hard to find anything worth holding onto. I'm scared, Shawn, scared that one day I'll wake up and you won't be here anymore, and I'll be all alone in this nightmare. I thought I was alone. I wasn't sure if you'd made it."

Buffy took a step closer to him, the distance between them closing. The world outside may have been overrun by zombies, but in this moment, there was only the two of them. She reached out, her fingers trembling slightly as she touched his arm, a silent plea for comfort and connection.

"But enough about that," she said, her tone shifting to a more determined one. "We can't afford to dwell on the past or our fears. We need to figure out what's causing all of this and put a stop to it."

The tension in the room seemed to ease, and for a brief moment, the weight of the world lifted from their shoulders. In this dark and dangerous world, they had each other, and that gave them a glimmer of hope.
Reason for ℂħ𝓪𝔬ѕ

Apr 14th 2021 - 5:45 PM


Reason always found a comfort in motels. It certainly wasnt this scratchy aztec fabric, or the spring that dug into the curve of her ass. She chalked it up to nostalgia. She remembered sneaking into these rooms late at night as girls were working their corners. She remembered sneaking in when tourists left to spend their night at the strip to waste their cash. She had fond memories of staff catching this sixteen year old sneaking room service and shouting at her to leave. Shes had a long tumultuous relationship with Las Vegas. She born in this underbelly of America. She had seen every nook and cranny and found a solace in it. 

 

Here in Las Vegas, beyond the bright lights and drunken nights of the strip, were three hundred gangs, thousands of prostitutes and their pimps, the rich, the famous, and the lost and lonely. She always found Las Vegas to attract a certain soul. Las Vegas was, to her, a living breathing monster. All seven sins lived in this state and tested the very essence of every person that stays for an hour, or stays for the rest of their life. 

 

Even this room has a life to it. The room smelled of stale cigarette smoke and sex. The bed groaned as if it had given up holding any more secrets. The walls held the stories of every person who hid behind these doors. Reason glanced into the bathroom mirror to see her john for the night. He was brushing his teeth and he was dancing to some jazz music that he was playing from his phone. He had stripped off his tie and his shirt. His robust stomach protruding from his pants. He had dimmed the lights to this motel. The bathroom door cracked open just enough to illuminate their bodies. He was insecure. That was only the move of a man who had something to hide. 

 

If she were to just meet this man on the street she would think he was kind. He had lost most of his hair, his chest hair stuck out from his button down, and he always seemed to have a thin layer of sweat on his body. This would not be a man you would expect to pick up a young girl off the street. He was the friendly neighbor but beneath every nice man was a beast. You just had to scratch deeper under the surface. Sometimes all it took was her leaning over the car door to see the beast. Other times, she had to reveal her body to see the demon ripple behind a mans eyes. The only test was to see how long it took before they tried to touch her. That was her first rule before she got into the car. They werent allowed to touch her. She built it up as anticipation. To touch her was the same as a handshake to seal the deal.  

 

Reason bent over to undo her heels and she set them next to her jacket. He stood back, still in the entrance of the bathroom. Slow,he barked and Reason suddenly saw the beast. She used to imagine their eyes glowing red when she saw the change in them. Reason slid her straps slowly off of her shoulders teasingly. In Vegas, she had built up a reputation. While most tourist came and went, very little knew of the underbelly, the money that could be made in dabbling in the dangerous and she was quickly becoming the most dangerous woman on the West side of the country. There were organized gangs who wanted a piece of her and very little understood why anyone who came near her ended up missing. She was wanted at this point. Life had taken her down a road she’d have never thought possible, from orphan to Kingpin. 

 

I asked for a reason why we shouldnt bury your ass in the middle of the desert,She reminded him again. Reason pulled out pictures of a girl whose face was so bloodied and swollen that she couldnt even recognize her, and she threw it onto his lap. 

 

You picked up this girl from my club two nights ago. She wasnt a prostitute-

 

I paid the bitch,he excused and Reason arched her brow. 

 

You threw down twenty dollars next to her body,Reason corrected. I run a club. You drugged my dancer, took her to this motel, and she ended up dead,Reason recalled for him. 

 

Please dont kill me,he begged through blood stained lips. 

 

You killed her,Reason shrugged. 

 

Im a father. I have a wife,He started to excuse and Reason sighed.

 

And? Is that supposed to make me feel pity?she asked but she knew the answer. She had done the background history. She showed him pictures of his family. Does your daughter know you like to kill girls not too far from her age?she asked and he blubbered. 

 

“Listen I can...you’re wanted. You don’t even know what’s coming for you. The big boss? He’s pissed. You’re getting too close to his money and he’s going to send someone to you. You’re gonna wish you’d have never been born. You’re nothing...you’re just some little girl playing with f***ing fire.” Reason looked him over. He was slumped over on this chair in an empty motel room, utterly humiliated, as he should be. Reason got up from her spot as the men stepped away from him. He looked up like she was showing him mercy. Reason gripped his face again and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. She leaned in, her crimson lips hovered just over his head, “f*** you.” 

 

She was seeping in his energy, his life force and he bucked wildly. He reached out trying to gain leverage on something but he was secluded. In less than ten seconds his body went limp beneath her hands. His skin turned a dull gray and his eyes were listless. He was drained of all life and looked like he had aged ten years. She stood straight up as her men grabbed the body and rolled it up in the blanket. Reason slipped her leather jacket back on and tied her hair into a tight bun and leaned into the mirror to adjust the lines of her lipstick. There were times that she felt numb to death as the men carried the body out of the motel. She would pay the front desk to erase the cameras. No one would speak up.

 

As Reason stared in the mirror she felt like the monster that children were warned about. There were times she felt like she was Death in the flesh. This was why her women trusted her. This was the reason that she urged her girls to be alert, never accept drinks, dont go home with anyone. She provided a home for them to be safe from these men. She fostered a club where women could come and go as they pleased, they were treated to their money, she took no cuts from them. Everything they earned was theirs and they could go as they please. They trusted in her and if there were any problems, she handled it accordingly. She protected women far better than any club owner could because she understood them. She had been on that pole, pedestal, or in that cage. She had been a dancer and too many times she would hear horror stories of women being taken home, being drugged, touched, or assaulted. 

 

Go downstairs please,Reason asked her guard and he nodded his head. Pay off the front desk and wipe their tapes,she requested and he nodded his head and left her alone in this room. 

 

Shed have never thought this was going to be her life. Reason played with her pendant. She kept it pinned somewhere on her at all times. It was the pendant of St. Jude, the patron saint of the lost souls. She had found the tiny pendant in one of her foster parentscloset. She didnt think much of it but she pocketed it. It wasnt until she was on the streets did she find out who St. Jude was, and since then shes always felt that he was watching over her. She had never felt home or family. Every living person she was close to died and she was never able to control the extent of the energy she drained.

 

She never understood her power. All she understood was that because of it shes left bodies in her wake since she was three years old. Eight-seven was her count and she was sure she would have to pay the price for all that blood on her ledger. She had never meant anyone like her before, even in a city that dealt in oddities, she felt alone and now hunted if this dirtbag was right.


 
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Jul 25th 2020 - 5:56 PM


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✞The Last Guardian✞

Mar 6th 2019 - 4:26 PM


 “Undead, but I don’t think I’ve actually seen…anything but demons in forever,” Buffy admitted as she walked with him now. She dusted herself off and her posture relaxed. “Unfortunately it’s quite real,” Buffy affirmed. He always seemed to be picking up strays. She had been a stray at the time of the maze. He was also always protective. It was a trait that had her mind always gravitating back to him. Buffy continued to look up at him in disbelief that he was walking next to her.

“Safe,” Buffy repeated the word. It was the best she could do. She spent a lot of time feeling like she had failed. Her job was to save the world, protect humans, and somewhere they had gotten overrun. There was no sanctuary, no safety anymore.

“As safe as it can be,” Buffy allowed the kids to pile in first to the back of the truck. They had garnered more supplies and food. “I’ve picked up some strays too…we try and hopefully find more as we venture further and further out,” Buffy explained as she sat on the edge of the bed of the truck and pulled her knee to her chest. “Plenty of people willing to fight…or at least know how to shoot a gun. I still can’t believe I’m looking at you right now,” Buffy smiled. The mere motion felt foreign now. A beat passed between them when Buffy looked up at him. There was a lot unsaid between them. There were feelings she couldn’t address with him, and stuff she wanted to fill him in on, but not while they were in front of everyone. “Where’s Adeline?” she asked, realizing they had parted ways shortly after he was reunited with his sister.

It was an hour before they reached camp again. Buffy had to stretch her legs out the second they parked and help the others out of the truck. One by one, she helped everyone down as children hugged their fathers, wives and husbands embraced one another, and the newcomers were greeted by some of the others who lived with them. Buffy looked back over at Shawn and she bit her bottom lip in thought. "Don't suppose you're gonna stay awhile?" she asked, knowing he was one who didn't stay in one place very long. 

✞The Last Guardian✞

Aug 9th 2018 - 3:46 PM


The next fifteen minutes were filled with screaming and gunshots. Buffy still hadn’t gotten used to the snarling, the look of deformed and demonic humans running at her. It was something she wasn’t sure that she could ever get over. It made her wonder how many slayers they had lost in total. Years ago she had activated the power of thousands of slayers. By the end of their fifth year, 300 girls and young women had been killed before this apocalypse even hit, most of the others were lost when the apocalypse hit. The others had scattered in fear, and she had no idea of knowing if they were still alive, but she intended on staying alive as long as she could. Before the world fell apart, the Council had some intel about strange happenings around the world. Buffy had lost count of how many apocalypses she had gone through, but she hadn’t expected to fail and live to see it.

Humans turning into demons, not just vampires, but full-fledged demons, and it had become almost contagious. They had searched into the deeper well into the Ancient demons; the demons that roamed the Earth long before humans existed. Every single coffin was emptied, but the demons were nowhere to be found. Demons once thought to be Gods in their time. Humans started emanating their powers. The only case prior was Winifred in Los Angeles. She had been the host to an Original Demon, but it didn’t seem as if the others were parasitic in nature. It was believed that they had taken on original form, or at the very least were under the radar, but Buffy had lost all of those resources and information a long time ago. Each time Buffy had to kill one of these men it twisted in her gut. It felt like each kill took a bit of her humanity and she was beginning not to recognize herself in the mirror when she came home covered in the blood of humans.

Buffy had thought it was done when she heard a loud scream break through the fight. She turned and ran for the sound, a young girl by the sound of it. As she came closer she saw that he had hurt her. Her arm was dangling weakly and she put her hand out to soothe her and to let her know it was going to be okay. She broke through the trees and into a small clearing and distracted the demon. He was, at one point, a middle aged man with salt and pepper hair. It looked like he had been at work when he became one of them. He was wearing a blue button down and slacks which had long been dirtied and ripped. Buffy plunged her knife into his head before she could convince herself otherwise and she ran towards the girl. She looked at her arm and it was broken. She had three long scratches down her back and legs but she was otherwise okay. “We can fix you,” Buffy promised the young girl. “Come on, can you walk?” Buffy asked as the girl nodded.

Buffy helped her up and assessed her walking. She favored her right leg but she walked with a less than confident smile trying to reassure Buffy that she was okay. It was a heartbreaking sight to see a child so calloused that she was trying not to cry in the midst of chaos. For Buffy it was her normal. Her life was fated for darkness and violence, full of blood and dust. All of her nightmares were all too real, and seeking out danger for the blonde was as instinctive as breathing. When Buffy turned to guide her she saw him and her breath caught in her chest. She saw the young girl pass by Shawn reassuringly as she made her own way back to camp to find her brother.

Since the world started dying off, Buffy hadn’t seen, nor heard, or even sensed a vampire. It had freaked her out, but she figured they were losing valuable blood supply, or they were in hiding. She hadn’t ever expected to see him again. Buffy knew he had recognized her from the way he was looking at her, and she didn’t know why, but it surprised her. She quickly closed the distance between them and her arms wrapped around him, pulling him into an embrace. She didn’t care how much time or distance there had been since they last saw one another. She was almost sure he could feel her thunderous heartbeat, but she didn’t want to let go of him. She hadn’t expected it but she had teared up and she finally let go of him. She had assessed quickly, but knowing he was here she didn’t see Adeline with him. “You’re-how are you alive?” she asked feeling like she was a nerve wrecked teenager. “How did you find us?”

✞The Last Guardian✞

Apr 23rd 2018 - 7:56 PM


They met the camp at nightfall. Buffy had walked the young woman to her new home. It had taken Buffy weeks to clear out this town, to ward it off from demons. She couldn’t have done it alone. It took a lot of witch-y power to protect it, and that wasn’t enough. They had built barricades. She had set up traps that she had learned over the years. They had taken over this town, salvaged what they could use, and cleaned up homes. It was the closest to home that they could try for. Buffy’s intention was to try and provide these people with a sense of peace. They held trainings every morning before their runs. Buffy had always kept a strict rule. She never harmed a human, but now her hands were covered in their blood. She didn’t have a single article of clothing that wasn’t stained. This wasn’t why she was chosen. She wasn’t Chosen to kill humans. She wasn’t chosen to fail, but she didn’t know how to stop it. They didn’t change because of a bite, there wasn’t a spell, there wasn’t a mass possession. She didn’t know how to stop what she couldn’t track. She could only kill. It was all she knew. Death and her were close friends.  

Buffy waved off the young woman who thanked her again for saving her life. For now, the woman could rest. Buffy hadn’t known what rest meant in so long. Now, it was time to post up and watch. This was the hardest part. It was hard staying awake in the still of night. It was hard not to let her thoughts drifts. Those loose thoughts were the most painful.

“Trade ya,” Buffy joked dryly as she slid into the seat. “There still some dinner?” She asked and the guy nodded.

“You should get some rest, Buff,” he warned her as he sat next to her. “I can take this shift again if you want.”

“No, I’m fine…I found some coffee on our run,” Buffy smirked as she held up the bag.

“Nice! I miss food…I used to be stuck up about food…I’d kill for a Big Mac now.”

“That’s how I knew this apocalypse was the real business…the McDonalds was gone,” Buffy joked and nudged him. “Go…get some rest. We got a run again tomorrow.”

“Again?” he sighed exasperated.

“As long as we keep finding people, yeah…” Buffy scoffed incredulously. “It’s how we found you. You were a mess and lost …there are other scared people out there and as long as we keep going out further and finding them, we gotta help them…it’s how we keep our humanity. It’s the only hope we have,” Buffy scolded him. “When we stop finding people…then this is all we have left. I don’t want to see that happen. I don’t want to fail those still out there,” Buffy explained.

Rob only stared at her. He had taken it as a job. One more chore to do here, but it was personal for Buffy. She cared more than she ever wanted to admit. He left her alone, and she had kind of wished he hadn’t. Buffy stared out on the horizon. They had chosen a flat land. It allowed them more time to see someone or something coming. The cities would have been too difficult to clear out, and the mountainous areas provided too much coverage before demons were at their doorstep. The horizon looked endless though, and still. All the lights had flickered out at night. They didn’t want to attract attention. It was always lights out when the sun set, and even then every window had blackout curtains or paint covering the windows. Their only light was the night sky. The stars never changed. It was a bleak reminder of the soft glow of street lamps that she never knew she had taken advantage of on her walks home. The fields smelled of lavender and it reminded her of the candles her mother lit every morning. The night reminded her of the way things used to be.

 It was seven in the morning when she finally woke up. She had crawled into bed around three in the morning, but the sounds of radio calls in her living room woke her. She had chosen the house closest to the gates, kept most of the equipment in her home. They broadcasted over the radio every morning with the date and to call out for people to head to a town over twelve miles away to meet them. They arrived at the location at the same time every day and stayed there for approximately thirty minutes. They had a safe house there stocked with food in case people were late with coded directions on where to meet them. They had luckily never been met by demons upon their arrival. They seemed more primitive than the demons she fought in her youth. They were more vicious. Their only mission was to kill.

“We’re running out of fuel,” Buffy noted as she watched the men toss out another canister of gasoline “We’ve siphoned out most of the gas we can…gas goes bad eventually. Soon we’ll have to find other means of moving,” Buffy warned. “We need to come up with something as soon as we get back. Or we’ll never move out far enough in time. We’ll be spending a lot longer out there exposed,” She ordered. Buffy knew under their breaths they were grumbling that it was because every day they went out, but she didn’t care. If they intended on surviving they’d need her, and they needed more bodies. They needed more people brought back safely.

Four men piled into the seats with another SUV filled with people behind them. Buffy always remained in the bed of the truck to jump out at a moment’s notice. Every day she had the same feeling in her gut. It was like her stomach dropped. It was like leaving one world and entering another world full of death. She wanted to be able to stay and rest, but she knew they had to keep finding people as long as she was healthy. She needed to save as many as she could before she was too weak and she knew it would come eventually. She’d take one second too long to respond. She wouldn’t run fast enough. She’d miss a sign of a trap. It was only a matter of time before one of the last remaining slayers died out and the line was lost. Then, she wasn’t sure who could stop this. These people would have to fend for themselves before they, too, died from starvation or an attack. No one died from old age anymore.

They had reached the outskirts of the next town over when she felt her slayer senses tingling. Buffy got up and pounded on the window. “Stop!” she yelled and they came to a brake. She hopped out of the vehicle and did a quick weapons check. She had never liked carrying guns, so she left that to the others. Crossbows and hand held weapons were more her style. “Demons,” she warned and they all stepped out of the vehicle. “Stay close and follow us in in case we have to escape,” Buffy ordered the driver who nodded. He grabbed the walkie-talkie and informed the driver of the orders. Within seconds she was joined by six more men and women. She led the way down the road and as they grew closer she felt this weight on her chest.

It was like revisiting every death all over again. Demons hadn’t been this close in a very long time. Two men rushed ahead and they flanked out on all sides of the town quickly to come from different angles. They walked with precision. They were careful and swift with their movements. She had trained them all to be hunters. It was a necessity. Buffy climbed a rooftop and jumped across the gaps. All she saw was a scuffle. There were children hiding in fear in the corners as the humans had all been separated and fending for their next breath. She counted as quickly to assess the situation: eight demons, two dead, two children. The children were a priority. Buffy gave the motion for them to move and shots rang across the town trying to take out the demons. Buffy ran full out and landed on the ground, landing perfectly on her feet meeting a fleeing demon with her knife.

She had attracted enough attention that two more chased her. She angled her run so that her foot hit the wall and she used it to push off and over them and with one swift move she shoved the ends of her sai into the back of their heads, ripping them free as she landed. “Save them first!” Buffy ordered as she distracted the demons. They had clearly sensed who she was and were traipsing towards her.

This was where she became the slayer. She never wanted to admit it but the hunt spread warmth in her veins. She lived for the hunt. She had spent so many years denying it, but there was no reason to now. The men were still firing at the demons coming after her while hustling the humans away. There had been so many demons surrounding them that she had missed an all too familiar presence. Quickly she dispatched two demons. Buffy quickly charged for them. She leaped into the air, her legs wrapping around their neck and she used the momentum to swing herself around and land two blades into the throats of two demons. She had reached her prime as much as she hated to admit it. She trained harder than she ever had when she was in her teens. She had to be. One demon picked her up and slammed her on top of a car. She wrapped her legs around him and held onto him so he wouldn’t get the upper hand. They struggled and he lifted her up and slammed her down onto the car again leaving a large dent in the middle. She used her legs to move up his neck and as he lifted her she jammed her blade into his temple and pushed him aside, rolling off the side of the car.

“Stop!” she ordered as they carried the two children and tried to escape. In front of them were four large demons. They had been ambushed. A demon slid behind her and wrapped his arms around her throat. She had always feared that traveling with this group would distract her. She used her agility to life her legs up and swing forward and toss him over her shoulder, snapping his neck in the process. Shots rang out and Buffy was fighting her way towards them. She cursed under her breath and launched a tire at one of the demons using the shock to leap forward and kick him in the face. She landed on her back and threw her legs behind her head to launch herself back into a standing position. “Retreat!” she yelled as two killed both of her men and grabbed their guns. Immediately the others ducked behind cars and tried to run back as fast as they could. Buffy stayed hidden behind the car and moved ahead to try and meet them and find another way out.

✞The Last Guardian✞

Mar 21st 2018 - 5:23 PM


“The Old Ones were demons, monsters beyond our wildest imagination. For untold eons, before humans took over this plane, they walked the Earth. They warred as humans would breathe-endlessly. This land was their home, their Hell. But in time, they lost their purchase on reality. The Old Ones were Gods to the first humans, but soon they were driven out as greater forces made way for mortal animals, for man. They did not go quietly, some bred with the human community, fed on the human community and created the demons and vampires that walk the world now. The pure demons were buried in the deeper well where thousands of the original demons lie dormant, guarded by Immortals, and as time went by, Man built over the graves of the Old Ones. They were lost to humanity. Unknown to them, their banishment would end, and they would regain control of the Earth once more” 

Charlie Greene was no hero. So, when the cities started to grow increasingly more unsafe, she thought it best to bail.

Bailing, glum snide of the word itself carried a mocking significance, it was something she had a life-time record of excelling at.

She had no family, not really. She had two sisters and a father, but they all despised her, aching symptom of ignorance from her part. It really wasn’t the case of evil unkind relatives but instead quite the opposite, they were kind and decent human beings, prone to healthy amount of self-respect and chivalry. Her sisters were pretty and confident, standing tall, living their life with pride instead of dragging it through gutter every chance they got.

Her decision to pack up her things and leave for her family couldn’t possibly be viewed as an act of pure courage and selflessness. It was deep-rooted cowardice, fear of being alone and vulnerable.

Charlie had always been alone, she had always been vulnerable, though it was something she would hide with a hurting smile laced with a stupid crack of a joke.

Tuesday evening Charlie had boarded the last bus in hopes of reaching the very family that felt so unknown to her. Streets had been curiously silent, only occasionally disturbed by passing cars or distant sirens.

It was calm and serene, like still water before a storm.

Something sinister was seemed to be lurking in the immediate future, hiding behind the last fleeting moments of peace, masking its presence with meager disturbances far off in the distance.

The rain started to fall, drumming against the window and Charlie felt her eyes grow weary by the steady sound of gently pouring rain accompanied only by someone softly snoring. She closed her eyes and slowly drifted into peaceful sleep.

Blinding pain teared her away from her slumber and she felt her head had burst open, heavy and swollen against the cold uninviting metal flooring.

How did she end up on the floor?

She reached for her forehead and for a fleeting moment of terror she thought that her head had really burst open like a melon, warm, sticky blood gushing against her hand. She winced at the sight of mushy mixture of black hair and blood against a pale skin of her palm. Weak cough escaped her lungs, her breath raspy as she drew in the cold dusty air.

Groaning, Charlie pulled herself up from the rubble trying to get a grasp of her surroundings, she could hear blaring alarms accompanied by screams of terror. The screams were terribly inaudible, sounding almost surreal but she could tell that something had gone dreadfully wrong.

As she struggled to gain a better view through the grimy window obstructed by heavy smoke and falling dust, she felt a lash of a sharp pain in her head. Fear was beginning to creep in, situation outside had grown awry and she was seriously hurt.

Screams and wailing felt suddenly more silent, like they were growing more distant – or abruptly silenced. Now the place was filled with constant sound of dripping water and loud thumping on the walls.  Somehow, Charlie felt even more scared and nervous.

“I have to get out.” She thought and desperately scanned her surroundings.

Charlie decided that it was the best to try the nearest door so she made her way towards the exit, but after a few hasty steps she felt deafening pain flooding down on her abdomen. Rusty smell of blood clung onto her clothes, she was bleeding, badly. Sharp piece of broken glass was pointing out of her stomach.

“Sh*t.” Charlie panicked as the painful realization threw her off balance.  “Sh*t!” She lurched over and emptied the contents of her stomach on the ground. She desperately clamped her hands on her abdomen to control the bleeding, resisting the urge to pull the shrapnel out since it would probably result in her bleeding out.

 She breathed hard as she reached for the handle of the banged-up door. Locked. Dread started to occupy her thoughts, no matter how hard she tried to push it away. She knew she had to get help, and soon, but that wouldn’t matter if she couldn’t even get outside.

Thinking hurt her head, but she forced herself to think anyway. The windows were mostly broken, but she didn’t want to risk cutting herself even more.

Charlie felt the cold wind blowing in from front of the bus. There, she saw that the front-door was halfway open, she could maybe squeeze through if she was lucky. Two rows ahead of her, someone was stirring on their seats. Between her pain and panic, Charlie hadn’t even stopped to think about the other passengers. She felt ashamed.

“Hello?” She called weakly.” Are you hurt?” Stupid question, of course they are hurt.

Her eyes darted to the ground below the moving passenger and she was mortified. Floor was colored red by spreading lagoon of blood. Too much blood. Other passenger was breathing heavily, his breath was ragged and labored. He hunched over and fell from his seat.

As he raised his gaze, Charlie shuddered at the sight of his empty eyes. Not once in her life had she seen eyes like that, so emotionless and feral. Air grew suddenly very thin and it was hard to breathe. Charlie felt wrong, like some primal fear was screaming inside her head.

And for the top of its lungs, it was urging her to escape.

The feral man slowly stood up and stared at Charlie with its hollow, black pools. It let out a low, grumbling growl and he wet his lips.

He’s confused. Charlie thought and took a slow step backwards. Maybe if she was careful enough, she could get past him and escape through the door.

She was just about to be content with her plan, when the feral man suddenly lunged towards her. Charlie felt her legs give in and she fell flat on her back.

I’m going to die here. She thought, I’m going to die in this sh*thole of a bus.

Charlie stirred in her sleep, now in half-awake state of consciousness. She felt horrible, like she had been run over by a bus.

Although that is not so far off.  She felt herself grimacing at the accurate thought.

Her head felt so ridiculously groggy and heavy not even a worst of the hangovers could compete with that. How was she still alive? She most certainly should be dead inside of that death trap of a bus, pathetically flailing around on her ass. Instead, she felt a soft linen under her beaten-up head and someone gently wiping blood off her forehead.

She opened her eyes carefully, squinting at the sight of light. There was a woman hunched over her, fair grey hair framing her sickly timid face as she worked. When she noticed that Charlie was awake, she flinched and gave her a worried and evasive smile.

“How do you feel?” she asked, speaking with a hushed and soft tone. Charlie propped herself up against her pillow and the woman gently grabbed her shoulders.

 “Careful now, I managed to stitch you up, but you shouldn’t overexert yourself.”

“How…” Words dried up in her throat as she tried to speak, the woman quickly offered her a cup of water which Charlie happily obliged. The water was warm and tasted a bit muddy, but she was so parched she didn’t really care.

“How am I still alive?” Charlie felt like a naïve child asking such a question so she quickly added, “Who are you?”

“Buffy,” Buffy introduced herself curtly. She put her hand on her chest and forced her to lay back down. “We got you before you were maimed. There’s a small group of us. You were alone out there. How long have you been alone?” Buffy asked the young girl. She was in shock. She wanted to ask about the attacker, what was wrong with them.

“Since the start,” Charlie told the short brunette.

“So four months ago then,” Buffy said out loud. It felt like it had been years, but the infection spread quickly and violently. “There’s a small group of us…only a handful. We travel right now. Our base is in Texas. We spread out in groups finding who we can, who’s still…human-“

“What was…what’s happened? I mean, this was a good town. Small…but…even my dentist, he’s…the man who attacked me? He used to run a bake shop,” Charlie stuttered over her words. “Are these zombies?” she whispered.

“No…” Buffy thought over her words. She had to choose them carefully, “these are demons.” Prior to the outbreak, Buffy would have never thought of freely talking about demons to civilians. Behavior like that could have been a virus, she may have let her believe it was zombies, but as two thirds of the world died out, she started to care less and less. Buffy started to feel the weight bearing down on her chest. She had lived through more than handful of apocalypses. She had been through an arena, a fighting ring, global hunting of demons, but no one and nothing prepared her for this. She had lost everyone she had loved in one fell swoop. All of her friends had to die by her hands. They had turned into demons, and the longer they encountered demons, the more evolved they became. She had never seen anything like this before. She had assumed that everyone else she knew was long gone: Angel, Giles, and Shawn. She hadn’t seen him in years. Eventually, they parted ways. He left with his sister to protect her. For a brief fleeting moment, she had hope that he would have made it, but she wouldn’t know where to find him if he were even alive. Buffy hoisted her bag over her shoulder. “All those people...they're just shells. They aren't alive anymore. It’s only going to get worse. I’m going to keep everyone with me safe and maybe things will get better,” Buffy said with less conviction than she had hoped for.

“Better? You really think this can get better?” Charlie scoffed. “Before the power went out, the news said this was everywhere…they thought it was like a super virus and you’re telling me it’s demons?”

“You see an illness that can cause all your friends to have increased strength, and speed? You ever see the sky the way it is now? How it constantly looks like it's on fire? How nothing grows anymore? Can you tell me what kind of disease that is? This isn't even...this is just the start and soon we'll see more and more of this, only stronger and more terrifying” Buffy challenged. “Besides…you don’t have a whole lot else to believe. We can’t stay here either…the longer we’re here the more at risk we are,” Buffy ordered as she threw the girl’s bag into the bed of the trunk and climbed in.

“Come on…you don’t have a home here anymore. There’s no one who survived here. I can keep you safe,” Buffy assured the girl.

The sun had settled high in the sky before they made it back to camp. Buffy lay in the back of the truck bed, her arms wrapped around her torso, her legs pulled up to comfort herself. She had very few moments of peace. She found odd moments of clarity after going out on raids or search parties. Sometimes it made her feel uncomfortable. Sometimes the sparse amount of humans left weighed down on her soul, but everyone else was quiet too. That was what she craved the most. She felt like she was carrying a weight she no longer wanted to bear the burden of on her shoulders. They rolled into the old barred off town and Buffy looked to the young woman. “Welcome home,” Buffy greeted sardonically as the gates shut behind them.

Buffy let the others handle introducing her to the grounds. She didn’t have time to babysit. Buffy went back to her cabin. It had books strewn across every square inch of available space. She had been researching. She was trying to find any details about why the world deteriorated so quickly. She was trying to figure out what had done this, who had taken so many from her so quickly. There were a lot of theories, they were written on a big white board in the middle of her living room, but studying and research were never her forte, and there was no demon that had shown its face yet, nothing to lay claim to the lives of almost 2/3 the entire population.

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