Warrior's Trial
Summary: This is what i posted when i originally wrote this fic:
This is the second part of the fic and although IÂ’m not very pleased with it IÂ’m posting it anyway. I think it feels rushed and not thought through. IÂ’d really love some feedback on this one guys, could help me solve the problem.
This is the second part of the fic and although IÂ’m not very pleased with it IÂ’m posting it anyway. I think it feels rushed and not thought through. IÂ’d really love some feedback on this one guys, could help me solve the problem.
Somersaulting through the air, Akira came down to the ground behind his opponent and immediately kicked her in the small of the back, sending her sprawling to the ground.
She was fast, strong, a very skilled fighter. He would expect no less of a slayer.
But she wasnÂ’t good enough. Not yet. Akira had been practicing martial arts for nearly 250 years and the slayer was still a teenager. Still, she fought like a warrior and was a formidable opponent. He had chosen the slayer as his human warrior because, quite simply, the slayer was the best warrior humanity had to offer. If he could not beat the slayer, he could not win the battle.
The slayer was back on her feet now, throwing punches and kicks at Akira with a precision that would have been devastating to a lesser vampire, but Akira blocked them with impunity, retaliating with a kick to the throat, which the slayer only just caught, shoving Akira to the floor. With lightning speed Akira kipped up to his feet, but the slayer already had a stake out. As she lunged at him with it he leaped backwards into the air, kicking her under the chin as he went. Then, before she could get to her feet he ran into the darkness.
He would fight her again, but he had underestimated her, and he knew it. Now he would feed from a virgin and take the slayer later, when she wasnÂ’t expecting it.
* * *
“He was fast. Faster than any vampire I’ve fought before. The thing made me look and feel slow,” said Buffy, in a worried tone.
“And you say he was Asian?” asked Giles, intrigued.
“Yeah, Japanese I think. He was wearing pyjamas too,”
“Pyjamas?” replied Giles, sounding bemused.
“Yeah, you know, like the guys in kung-fu films wear,”
“Hmm. I seem to remember reading that there were certain martial arts masters that were sired specifically to teach their sires to fight," said Giles, flicking through the book.
“Ah yes, here it is. Certain vampires from Europe travelled to the Far East, when they got there they sired martial arts masters to teach them to fight. The most prolific of which was a vampire called Akira. After his master was killed, he travelled the Earth looking for fights, trying to become the best warrior he could,” noted Giles, mainly to himself.
“Here’s a picture. Is that him?” said Giles, holding up the book for Buffy to see.
“Yep, that’s our Bruce Lee,” replied Buffy, confusing Giles with the pop-culture reference.
“It certainly seems that this Akira would be a prime candidate for the battle,” added Giles, while wondering who the other two participants could be.
* * *
Windsor was just about to make his move. HeÂ’d been following the girl since she left the Bronze half an hour ago and he was getting hungry. She would be the virgin he fed from. He had already fed from a warrior and a wise-man, heÂ’d chosen a local martial arts expert and a museum curator, but he needed to feed on the blood of a virgin and this oneÂ’s smelled particularly sweet.
Stepping out from the shadows behind the girl, Windsor let a smile cross his face as the girl had already stopped. Humans could sometimes sense danger, especially in places where there was a lot of it. It was quite amusing really, as it never caused him any troubles, just frightened the humans even more.
“Oh boy…” moaned the girl as she realised somebody was stood behind her.
“You’ll be screaming more than ‘Oh boy’ when I’ve finished with you little girl,” said Windsor, letting his smile turn to a sadistic grin.
“Hey! I don’t recommend you try and hurt me! I’m friends with important people. My best friend is the slayer!” shouted the girl quite pathetically, but with a twinge of anger.
“Oh, the slayer. I had heard she lived in Sunnydale. I look forward to seeing the look on her face when your mangled carcass turns up in the mail,” said Windsor, with a calmness that made the girl shiver.
Grabbing the girl with his powerful hands, Windsor picked her up clear from the floor and threw her into a side alley, a much safer place to feed.
“Touch her again and I’ll make you wish you’d died in the gas chambers with the people you slaughtered,” came a voice from behind him.
“Angelus,” said Windsor, quite surprised.
“You are a fine one to talk about slaughtering. You killed thousands in your time. You make what I’ve done look like child’s play,”
“My name is Angel, don’t make the mistake again,” replied Angel, sounding quite hurt by the comment.
“Get out of here Willow. Now!” shouted Angel, not wanting her to be hurt in the unavoidable fight.
With Willow gone, Angel launched himself at Windsor, kicking him in the gut and doubling him over. Then, hitting him over the back of the head with his elbow, Windsor fell to the floor. Taking a step back, Angel was caught off guard as Windsor suddenly leaped up, driving a shoulder into AngelÂ’s mid-section and driving him back into the wall.
Repeatedly punching Angel in the face, Windsor let out a roar that could be heard down the road. In the time it took him though, Angel had regained himself and launched a hand to WindsorÂ’s throat, sending him sprawling backwards, following with a spinning kick to the head and Windsor was on the floor.
Making a swift exit, Angel left before Windsor could get back up. Angel was a good fighter, one of the best, but he still had an injury from an earlier fight and he didnÂ’t want to risk it. What he wanted to do was get to the library and warn Buffy.
* * *
“I don’t know who it was, but it was a vampire and he was evil,” said Willow worriedly.
“Yes Will, vampires tend to have an evil thing going on,” replied Buffy in a tone that if Willow didn’t know her, would have been the opposite of reassuring.
“Can you tell me anything that could help me identify him?” asked Giles, trying his best not to rush Willow.
“I can identify him,” said Angel, making everyone jump, as they hadn’t even heard him come into the room.
“You can? Who is he? Is he dangerous?” asked Giles, more curious than ever.
“What? You mean like on a scale of The Master-to-a furry little hamster dangerous?” chimed in Buffy, only to receive a glare from Giles.
“His name is Windsor and he is very dangerous,” replied Angel, sounding serious and getting everyone’s full attention.
“I know that name…” noted Giles.
“I’m not surprised. He made his name during wars. During the American Civil War he stalked the southern states, in the First World War he stalked the trenches, he slaughtered Brits, Germans, French-men, anybody he came across. But in the Second World War he did something that ranks him up there with vampires like. Like Angelus,”
“Wow…what did he do?” chirped Willow, only to bow her head in shame for interrupting.
“He worked with The Angel of Death, Josef Mengele. He tortured and experimented on countless numbers of Jews and when he was hungry he fed from them. At one point he even sired members of the SS to create his own little unit of bodyguards,” continued Angel.
“I believe we’ve found the second participant in the battle we seem to be hosting,” said Giles in a sullen voice.
* * *
“I’ll kill them,” thought Windsor to himself as he arranged his tools.
“I’ll kill them all. Starting with that pitiful excuse for a vampire, Angel,” he continued, thinking about how he’d kill him.
“But first, I’m going to kill you. Slowly and painfully,” he said out loud to the girl who was chained to the wall naked in front of him.
© Matthew Smith, 2003
She was fast, strong, a very skilled fighter. He would expect no less of a slayer.
But she wasnÂ’t good enough. Not yet. Akira had been practicing martial arts for nearly 250 years and the slayer was still a teenager. Still, she fought like a warrior and was a formidable opponent. He had chosen the slayer as his human warrior because, quite simply, the slayer was the best warrior humanity had to offer. If he could not beat the slayer, he could not win the battle.
The slayer was back on her feet now, throwing punches and kicks at Akira with a precision that would have been devastating to a lesser vampire, but Akira blocked them with impunity, retaliating with a kick to the throat, which the slayer only just caught, shoving Akira to the floor. With lightning speed Akira kipped up to his feet, but the slayer already had a stake out. As she lunged at him with it he leaped backwards into the air, kicking her under the chin as he went. Then, before she could get to her feet he ran into the darkness.
He would fight her again, but he had underestimated her, and he knew it. Now he would feed from a virgin and take the slayer later, when she wasnÂ’t expecting it.
* * *
“He was fast. Faster than any vampire I’ve fought before. The thing made me look and feel slow,” said Buffy, in a worried tone.
“And you say he was Asian?” asked Giles, intrigued.
“Yeah, Japanese I think. He was wearing pyjamas too,”
“Pyjamas?” replied Giles, sounding bemused.
“Yeah, you know, like the guys in kung-fu films wear,”
“Hmm. I seem to remember reading that there were certain martial arts masters that were sired specifically to teach their sires to fight," said Giles, flicking through the book.
“Ah yes, here it is. Certain vampires from Europe travelled to the Far East, when they got there they sired martial arts masters to teach them to fight. The most prolific of which was a vampire called Akira. After his master was killed, he travelled the Earth looking for fights, trying to become the best warrior he could,” noted Giles, mainly to himself.
“Here’s a picture. Is that him?” said Giles, holding up the book for Buffy to see.
“Yep, that’s our Bruce Lee,” replied Buffy, confusing Giles with the pop-culture reference.
“It certainly seems that this Akira would be a prime candidate for the battle,” added Giles, while wondering who the other two participants could be.
* * *
Windsor was just about to make his move. HeÂ’d been following the girl since she left the Bronze half an hour ago and he was getting hungry. She would be the virgin he fed from. He had already fed from a warrior and a wise-man, heÂ’d chosen a local martial arts expert and a museum curator, but he needed to feed on the blood of a virgin and this oneÂ’s smelled particularly sweet.
Stepping out from the shadows behind the girl, Windsor let a smile cross his face as the girl had already stopped. Humans could sometimes sense danger, especially in places where there was a lot of it. It was quite amusing really, as it never caused him any troubles, just frightened the humans even more.
“Oh boy…” moaned the girl as she realised somebody was stood behind her.
“You’ll be screaming more than ‘Oh boy’ when I’ve finished with you little girl,” said Windsor, letting his smile turn to a sadistic grin.
“Hey! I don’t recommend you try and hurt me! I’m friends with important people. My best friend is the slayer!” shouted the girl quite pathetically, but with a twinge of anger.
“Oh, the slayer. I had heard she lived in Sunnydale. I look forward to seeing the look on her face when your mangled carcass turns up in the mail,” said Windsor, with a calmness that made the girl shiver.
Grabbing the girl with his powerful hands, Windsor picked her up clear from the floor and threw her into a side alley, a much safer place to feed.
“Touch her again and I’ll make you wish you’d died in the gas chambers with the people you slaughtered,” came a voice from behind him.
“Angelus,” said Windsor, quite surprised.
“You are a fine one to talk about slaughtering. You killed thousands in your time. You make what I’ve done look like child’s play,”
“My name is Angel, don’t make the mistake again,” replied Angel, sounding quite hurt by the comment.
“Get out of here Willow. Now!” shouted Angel, not wanting her to be hurt in the unavoidable fight.
With Willow gone, Angel launched himself at Windsor, kicking him in the gut and doubling him over. Then, hitting him over the back of the head with his elbow, Windsor fell to the floor. Taking a step back, Angel was caught off guard as Windsor suddenly leaped up, driving a shoulder into AngelÂ’s mid-section and driving him back into the wall.
Repeatedly punching Angel in the face, Windsor let out a roar that could be heard down the road. In the time it took him though, Angel had regained himself and launched a hand to WindsorÂ’s throat, sending him sprawling backwards, following with a spinning kick to the head and Windsor was on the floor.
Making a swift exit, Angel left before Windsor could get back up. Angel was a good fighter, one of the best, but he still had an injury from an earlier fight and he didnÂ’t want to risk it. What he wanted to do was get to the library and warn Buffy.
* * *
“I don’t know who it was, but it was a vampire and he was evil,” said Willow worriedly.
“Yes Will, vampires tend to have an evil thing going on,” replied Buffy in a tone that if Willow didn’t know her, would have been the opposite of reassuring.
“Can you tell me anything that could help me identify him?” asked Giles, trying his best not to rush Willow.
“I can identify him,” said Angel, making everyone jump, as they hadn’t even heard him come into the room.
“You can? Who is he? Is he dangerous?” asked Giles, more curious than ever.
“What? You mean like on a scale of The Master-to-a furry little hamster dangerous?” chimed in Buffy, only to receive a glare from Giles.
“His name is Windsor and he is very dangerous,” replied Angel, sounding serious and getting everyone’s full attention.
“I know that name…” noted Giles.
“I’m not surprised. He made his name during wars. During the American Civil War he stalked the southern states, in the First World War he stalked the trenches, he slaughtered Brits, Germans, French-men, anybody he came across. But in the Second World War he did something that ranks him up there with vampires like. Like Angelus,”
“Wow…what did he do?” chirped Willow, only to bow her head in shame for interrupting.
“He worked with The Angel of Death, Josef Mengele. He tortured and experimented on countless numbers of Jews and when he was hungry he fed from them. At one point he even sired members of the SS to create his own little unit of bodyguards,” continued Angel.
“I believe we’ve found the second participant in the battle we seem to be hosting,” said Giles in a sullen voice.
* * *
“I’ll kill them,” thought Windsor to himself as he arranged his tools.
“I’ll kill them all. Starting with that pitiful excuse for a vampire, Angel,” he continued, thinking about how he’d kill him.
“But first, I’m going to kill you. Slowly and painfully,” he said out loud to the girl who was chained to the wall naked in front of him.
© Matthew Smith, 2003
This fanfic has subparts:
- Warrior's Trial
- 2 - This is what i posted when i originally wrote this fic: This is the second part of the fic and although IÂ’m not very pleased with it IÂ’m posting it anyway. I think it feels rushed and not thought through. IÂ’d really love some feedback on this one guys, could help me solve the problem.
- 3 - Battle Commences.
- 4 - Winsor's path of destruction begins in earnest.
- 5 - Windsor has a new toy to play with.
Post a Reply
Back to the Forum