sam!fic: Finest Kind (1/1)
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fiery_flamingoTitle: Finest Kind (1/1)
Author: Sam aka![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fiery_flamingo
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 774
Summary: Angelina makes a new friend. Of sorts.
Notes: Here's the first of this year's crop of Christmas drabbles! A Harry/Buffy crossover forelle_blessing with Angelina Johnson and Faith. Prompts were tequila and ass-kicking. Another one that I'm 'meh' about but I think the concept has potential. May revisit this idea later.
"Bloody buggering hell!"
Swearing a blue streak, Angelina dove to the side to avoid a red hex, landing hard on the jagged rubble that marked the previous location of Hagrid's hut. The tree she'd been in front of a moment before shattered spectacularly as the Reductor hit, making her all that more grateful that she'd avoided it.
Rolling onto her stomach, Angelina took gasping breaths as she surveyed the area for whatever Death Eater that had it in for her. She was on the outskirts of the battle, probably the hex had only been a stray. Seeing nothing but crumpled bodies in her vicinity, Angelina dropped her head to rest for a moment.
The scene played out again in her mind: Lee crowing with triumph over the body of the giant they'd felled only to be taken by a wayward jet of green. His body had dropped mid-gloat, before he even knew he was dead. She should have warned him. Called out, pushed him out of the way, anything. She should have done something.
She didn't really know what she had been expecting when she'd answered the DA galleon's call but this bloodbath hadn't been it at all. She'd wanted justice. Glory. A good fight. There were none of those thing here.
"Hey!" an accented voice called out. "You one of the white hats around here?"
Springing up like a puppet on strings, Angelina went from limp on the ground to a battle-ready crouch at the sound of the voice. Spinning, she found the person--a woman using the last bits of the hut's foundation wall as a shield--and held her at wand-point.
The woman threw up her hands in peace, "Hey, hey, I'm with you, chica, No death eating here, I'm not into necrophilia."
The battle-haze had begun to fade, letting Angelina think more clearly. She'd seen this woman before and recently; in the Great Hall. "Slayer?"
"Hole in one, witchy woman," the woman flashed a cocky grin. "I'm Faith."
Angelina nodded in recognition. The offer of help from the New Watcher's Council had been much appreciated by the Order. Super-powered demon killing women were an advantage that the Light desperately needed in the face of Voldemort's forces of dark creatures like giants and werewolves.
"Angelina," the witch returned the introduction and creept her way over to Faith's location, sighing in relief when her back hit the solid stone wall. "I'd say that its a pleasure to meet you but-"
Chuckling darkly, Faith nodded. "Yeah, we get that a lot."
The slayer pulled a silver flask from her back pocket and offered it to Angelina. "You look like you could use this."
"Bloody fucking right, I could," Angelina took the flask gratefully, taking a deep gulp. She enjoyed the burning warmth the liquor left as it settled in her stomach, comforting and electrifying all at once. She wanted to drink the whole flask, get sloshed and forget this nightmare. But first she needed to survive. She needed to make sure the Twins, Alicia, and Katie survived. "Tequila? Brilliant."
"Finest kind for a shindig like this," the dark Slayer quipped and took back the flask, taking a nip for herself before tucking it away again. "Glad to find someone else to appreciate it."
"Where's your partner?" Angelina asked, afraid that she already knew the answer. "Don't all of you slayers have a wizard to watch your arses?"
Faith's dark look was answer enough. "Got shot down by one of those pricks in masks. Spinnet, her name was."
Anger and grief blossomed in Angelina at the knowledge that another one of her mates had been killed. The Twins had often commented on the ferocity of her temper, that she could light fires with a look if she had to. She'd laughed them off but now she wished she could. She wished that with a touch she could light the grounds aflame, making every Death Eater ash.
She traded a look with Faith and knew that she knew.
"Well, I'm in the market for a helping hand," Angelina's voice shook with emotion and pent up energy. "Think you can keep up, Yank?"
"Only one way to find out, Brit. Keep count, whoever takes down the most gets free drinks off the loser."
The pair shared dark vicious grins, recognizing that same wild energy that fueled themselves in the other.
"Deal."
With that, the Slayer vaulted over the short wall and Angelina sprung up after her, flinging charms and hexes as fast as she could think, trying to keep up with Faith's whip-like movements. If she couldn't live to see her friends survive, she'd die to see their killers join them.
Author: Sam aka
fiery_flamingo Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 774
Summary: Angelina makes a new friend. Of sorts.
Notes: Here's the first of this year's crop of Christmas drabbles! A Harry/Buffy crossover for
elle_blessing with Angelina Johnson and Faith. Prompts were tequila and ass-kicking. Another one that I'm 'meh' about but I think the concept has potential. May revisit this idea later."Bloody buggering hell!"
Swearing a blue streak, Angelina dove to the side to avoid a red hex, landing hard on the jagged rubble that marked the previous location of Hagrid's hut. The tree she'd been in front of a moment before shattered spectacularly as the Reductor hit, making her all that more grateful that she'd avoided it.
Rolling onto her stomach, Angelina took gasping breaths as she surveyed the area for whatever Death Eater that had it in for her. She was on the outskirts of the battle, probably the hex had only been a stray. Seeing nothing but crumpled bodies in her vicinity, Angelina dropped her head to rest for a moment.
The scene played out again in her mind: Lee crowing with triumph over the body of the giant they'd felled only to be taken by a wayward jet of green. His body had dropped mid-gloat, before he even knew he was dead. She should have warned him. Called out, pushed him out of the way, anything. She should have done something.
She didn't really know what she had been expecting when she'd answered the DA galleon's call but this bloodbath hadn't been it at all. She'd wanted justice. Glory. A good fight. There were none of those thing here.
"Hey!" an accented voice called out. "You one of the white hats around here?"
Springing up like a puppet on strings, Angelina went from limp on the ground to a battle-ready crouch at the sound of the voice. Spinning, she found the person--a woman using the last bits of the hut's foundation wall as a shield--and held her at wand-point.
The woman threw up her hands in peace, "Hey, hey, I'm with you, chica, No death eating here, I'm not into necrophilia."
The battle-haze had begun to fade, letting Angelina think more clearly. She'd seen this woman before and recently; in the Great Hall. "Slayer?"
"Hole in one, witchy woman," the woman flashed a cocky grin. "I'm Faith."
Angelina nodded in recognition. The offer of help from the New Watcher's Council had been much appreciated by the Order. Super-powered demon killing women were an advantage that the Light desperately needed in the face of Voldemort's forces of dark creatures like giants and werewolves.
"Angelina," the witch returned the introduction and creept her way over to Faith's location, sighing in relief when her back hit the solid stone wall. "I'd say that its a pleasure to meet you but-"
Chuckling darkly, Faith nodded. "Yeah, we get that a lot."
The slayer pulled a silver flask from her back pocket and offered it to Angelina. "You look like you could use this."
"Bloody fucking right, I could," Angelina took the flask gratefully, taking a deep gulp. She enjoyed the burning warmth the liquor left as it settled in her stomach, comforting and electrifying all at once. She wanted to drink the whole flask, get sloshed and forget this nightmare. But first she needed to survive. She needed to make sure the Twins, Alicia, and Katie survived. "Tequila? Brilliant."
"Finest kind for a shindig like this," the dark Slayer quipped and took back the flask, taking a nip for herself before tucking it away again. "Glad to find someone else to appreciate it."
"Where's your partner?" Angelina asked, afraid that she already knew the answer. "Don't all of you slayers have a wizard to watch your arses?"
Faith's dark look was answer enough. "Got shot down by one of those pricks in masks. Spinnet, her name was."
Anger and grief blossomed in Angelina at the knowledge that another one of her mates had been killed. The Twins had often commented on the ferocity of her temper, that she could light fires with a look if she had to. She'd laughed them off but now she wished she could. She wished that with a touch she could light the grounds aflame, making every Death Eater ash.
She traded a look with Faith and knew that she knew.
"Well, I'm in the market for a helping hand," Angelina's voice shook with emotion and pent up energy. "Think you can keep up, Yank?"
"Only one way to find out, Brit. Keep count, whoever takes down the most gets free drinks off the loser."
The pair shared dark vicious grins, recognizing that same wild energy that fueled themselves in the other.
"Deal."
With that, the Slayer vaulted over the short wall and Angelina sprung up after her, flinging charms and hexes as fast as she could think, trying to keep up with Faith's whip-like movements. If she couldn't live to see her friends survive, she'd die to see their killers join them.
