No Pain Is Forever

[Savannaha Hunter]

Savannah looked up at the fading light, and felt the cool chill that often was associated with the coming of night. She did not bother with a jacket tonight, the weather forecast said it would be fairly warm. Weatherman four, weather one million and four. Yet again, the weatherman was duped. Things changed from day to day, such as her name, address, and what she ate, but if something that was as consistent as the changing of the hour it was the ongoing battle of the weatherman. She had no friends, or close contacts, outside from an older hunter or two that was close with her father, but she did always have the weatherman. From town to town, his or her face changed, but one thing she could be sure of was that they were going to battle the weather, and try and pinpoint what it would do next. It gave her something to look forward to, if nothing else. A familiar thing, that she could depend on no matter where she was.

She heard a rustle in the trees behind her, the wind was picking up at an alarming pace. She hated the wind, it could be so misleading, especially at times when she needed to hear the most. Her trained ears picked up on the sound of a car cranking up. A couple was leaving, she watched for a moment as the car slowly crept along the road and out of the cemetery, after a moment the driver turned on their lights. Signaling that Savannah had lived to see another night. It was a comforting yet terrifying thought; one that startled her yet gave her hope. Nothing happened for several long moments as she weaved in and out of the graves, occasionally stopping to read the names or straighten the flowers. Her father would never have a grave, they never found his body, and her mother was buried in New York, for a moment, she pondered going to visit her mom. However, the thought was too painful. That was another time, another life.

She looked around, it was dead for once, usually grave yards were more active this time of night, newly made vampires should be waking up soon. Instead, there was nothing. In the distance, a cricked chirped happily, and the wind insisted on blowing. So, instead of tiring herself out, she sat on a nearby bench, facing an old headstone. “Not much of a talker are ya Charlie?” she asked the stone, expectedly it didn’t reply, it simply sat there and remained to be a stone. It was then that she heard something she did expect, something distinctive. Footsteps. They were not coming from the graveyard’s entrance, she waited trying to pin point the noise exactly. Her nerves tensed, and her muscles began to tighten out of reflex. She remained still as she slid the gun out of her bra. In one swift fluid motion, she stood up, and held the gun at her target. “Don’t move, this thing doesn’t have bullets,” she said. “Highly concentrated UV rounds, you move I shoot.” She said, unflinching. Her body aching to go. There could be others, she didn’t want to alert them. She wasn’t trigger happy, she asked questions before shooting.

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[alexandria marie green]

As the sun started to sink beneath the horizon line, Alex began to feel nervous. She had been dreading nighttime all day, and of course that made it come even faster than ever. Before she knew it, her normally painfully slow slayer history class was over, in a blink of an eye. If she hadn't been dreading night, she would have wondered if magic played a part in making time spin fast. Of course, she knew better. There was no magic involved in this, only her coward of a self. She couldn't help it though, she was scared and nervous and lame. Only, she wasn't going to admit that to any of the other potentials, she didn't want to be laughed at after all.

The trust was, Alex had never killed a vampire. There. She said it, put it out there in the open. Go ahead and laugh, but it was true. That year she was a slayer, she didn't even realize it. I mean, sure, there was the increase of strength and even more odd behaviors. But she chose not to question it. She didn't want to get laughed at. So she never had a chance to find out what vampires were all about until a few months ago. They had found her through some spell, she didn't question the hows either. Apparently she was a potential. It actually explained a lot, so she accepted it. She had only been with the school for two months, not enough time to really go out on her own and kill a vampire.

Normally they went 'patrolling' in groups. Every potential had a partner. And normally they went in groups of 4, but sometimes it would be just the two. No biggie. They went out and did a quick sweep of their assigned areas, maybe out for an hour all together. Tonight was Alex's scheduled night to patrol the graveyard. Normally not a problem, but Macy, her partner, had come down with a nasty cold and had been ordered not to leave the school. And that left just Alex. She didn't want to be a cry baby and whine to go with someone else, determined to show her worth. She was just thinking about what a bad idea that was as she rounded through the back of the cemetery, twirling her stake in hand. Of course it was only moments after her feet softly hit the dirt ground that she ran into trouble.

This time trouble equaled a dark haired girl aiming a gun at her heart. She quickly raised her hands, stake still clutched tightly in her left one, in a form of defeat. She didn't want to be killed tonight, so she would surrender to anyone willing it. "Don't shoot! I'm not a vampire!"

[/b] She figured it best to get that piece of info out as soon as possible, since the girl obviously expected a vampire when she stated they were UV rounds. They may not be real bullets, but they would probably still hurt her just as much.
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[Savannaha Hunter]

Savannah looked at the girl and studied her form for a quick second, she had a well trained eye, but not for this. This girl was not what she was expecting, a huge demon covered in slime, maybe a vampire, but defiantly not another human. She did not want to take the time to think about how morbid, and unnatural her life was. The girl was tiny, and unarmed from what Savannah could tell apart from the tiny stake in her hand that she was twiddling with like a small baton. Any well trained hunter knew better then to expose your weapon before the baddie exposed himself. Otherwise, you have presented a target on yourself, and that lost you the element of surprise. The one thing a hunter never lost was the upper hand, loose that and you were dead.

Savannah rolled her eyes, and stashed the gun back in her bra, concealing it before she made the very novice mistake the girl before her had made. “Get a grip sweetie,” Savannah said, trying to ease the situation. She was many things but a murder she was not. This girl looked to innocent and helpless to be out alone in the fading light. An opinion people might also make of herself as well. “I’m not in the business of killing things that aren’t already dead.” Reflexively she turned her head and looked around, she wasn’t in the mood to be ambushed tonight, or any other night for that matter. She looked back at the girl, and alternated glances outward into the night. Prepared for anything that might just so happen to pop out.

“So what are you doing out here anyways, and put that thing away,” Savannah motioned at the stake, before crossing her arms. “It’s like signaling to the un-dead, here I am, come challenge me. Like waving a red cloth in front of a bull.” Savannah winked, trying to keep the girl from holding the whole ‘I just had a gun pointed at your chest’ against her. “What are you doing out here anyway?” She studied the girl, once again coming to the conclusion that any hunter worth her salt wouldn’t be dumb enough to come out here without knowing the basics. She didn’t want to see the girl become vamp chow, and weak young women was a favorite among the vamps. Which was exactly what made her excellent bait. Savannah was under no illusion that she was a pro, she had made many life threatening mistakes, but she learned from them.

[alexandria marie green]

This was one of those times when she really wished Macy was here, and she didn't exactly wish that often. She loved her potential partner, but she was often loud and adventurous, where Alex was quiet, shy, and more reserved. Except times like this when she was face to face with danger. At the moment she vowed that if she got out of this alive she would tell everyone she never killed a vampire, not matter what they would think of her. Honesty was the best policy after all, and she didn't want to be in this situation ever again. She wasn't exactly the best potential there, she was surprised they let her go out by herself after all. But everyone assumed a quick sweep through the graveyard would be fine, she even thought so to. Until she ran into the dark haired stranger wielding a very dangerous weapon at her. That wasn't her idea of 'fine' at all.

And less than a minute later the girl was already putting her gun back into her bra and making it look as if nothing had happened and she was just a normal person, which she obviously was not. Normal people don't tend to carry guns around at night in a graveyard in downtown Cleveland. No, normal people stay in their nice homes or go out with friends to have fun. Of course, to many of the girls at the school, this was fun. Alex was still trying to get the hang of everything. Slowly, and cautiously, she brought her hands back down to her side, once she realized how foolish she must look holding her hands in the air as if in a police raid. Her bright blue eyes stayed slightly wide as she observed the girl, who seemed much more suave and in tune with things then she did.

"Put that thing away. It’s like signaling to the un-dead, here I am, come challenge me. Like waving a red cloth in front of a bull.” She glanced to the stake in her hand and suddenly felt even more foolish, which she shouldn't. After all, the other girl just had a gun to her, yet here Alex was being embarrassed. Clumsily, she tucked the stake into her back pocket, where she could easily reach it if need be. She really needed to pay better attention when Buffy was teaching fighting basics. Cause apparently she didn't have any of the basics down. Alex could fight, she was very good at that. Just not the little things. Like not waving a stake around in the air. And the not being brave part. But put her in hand to hand combat and she wasn't half bad, she could take a good deal of the potentials at the school too. Not Buffy though, no one could beat her.

She glanced around, careful not to let the girl out of her sight in case she pulled another gun out of who knows where and decided she felt like shooting up Innocent bystanders. She didn't really think that would happen, but her hands were already shaking slightly with what just happened, so she wasn't willing to take any chances. "I'm, well. Patrolling."

[/b] She realized how lame that sounded. When Buffy said it it sounded so much better. "I'm just suppose to be doing a quick sweep. My partner is sick, so its just me. And I was going to have the other girls come with me, but then I would sound scared and...I'm talking too much and possibly giving away things I shouldn't be."[/b] She said as she suddenly realized not everyone knew about slayers and not everyone knew about the slayer school.

She was just on nerves with the whole gun pointed at her thing. It was causing her to talk a lot and say things she shouldn't, something she didn't normally do. [/blockquote]

[Savannaha Hunter]

She watched as the girl concealed her stake, at least she was learning. However, Savannah believed this was not the work for timid women, or even timid men for that matter. This girl looked out of place, but Savannah assumed she had a story and a reason for being out here at night, just like all hunters did. She of course was bred, born and raised into this life, something she had simply accepted, for her there was no other choice. Something she expected was a similar situation for the girl that was standing before her. Savannah looked around the perimeter once again, everything was settled and still, too still, for her likening, even the wind seemed to have died down a bit.

The girl looked nervous, and rightfully so, usually overconfident hunters were dead hunters. Being nervous and alert was what made you a good hunter, Savannah trusted in that. Once the girl spoke, Savannah paused, and thought, she was confused. “Patrolling, you mean hunting, is that what people are calling it these days? I am so out of the loop,” Savannah said, feeling that something was off with the girl, she just could not decide on exactly what that was.

Savannah nodded, it made since that the girl had a partner, it was always smarter to not hunt alone. It made her miss her parents that much more. She rarely partnered up with other hunters, except for on occasions with large nest, or when she ran into them at bars. She could usually tell a hunter apart from the other patrons. Hunters tended to look around nervously, hustle, and eat large meals. Because you never know when a meal could be your last.

“Other girls? Gotta say I don’t see that many girls out hunting,” she tilted her head thoughtfully. “But you really shouldn’t be out here alone, honestly I shouldn’t even be out here alone, but I don’t have anyone else. It’s always nice for someone to have your back.” This girl wasn’t making much since. “Giving what away?” Savannah laughed, “I’m a hunter, we share information, it isn’t a big secret." ‘I'm talking too much and possibly giving away things I shouldn't be.’ This didn’t make much since to her, usually when she ran across other hunters she knew what to expect, but this girl threw her for a loop.

[alexandria marie green]

She still felt slightly nervous around this mysterious gun wielding girl, it wasn't going to be possible for her to just forget that feeling of having that weapon pointed straight at her moments before. It seemed like the dark-haired stranger was having no problems forgetting it, but it wasn't that simple for Alex. Sure she trained with weapons and used them with the other girls, but none of them used guns. They were to dangerous, too much room for mistakes. At least thats what Faith had told them when it came up in class one time. Guns may be quicker, but most of the time they hardly slowed down your prey, not to mention they did nothing to most of the demons out there. Swords, knifes, stakes, crossbows, those were the types they messed with. Never guns.

She removed her gaze from the girl for a few seconds, just long enough to glance around quickly, making sure the girl had no friends waiting to pull a gun on her. Her eyes instantly snapped back to the girl as she mentioned hunting. Now she really was confused. Tilting her head to the side slightly, she tried to decipher exactly what she was saying. Hunting? They weren't out on a quest, searching for some prey. They were just making the world safer, making sure no big bads were in the mist of killing some innocent person. They were defending, patrolling, not hunting.

Alex bent, sitting her butt on the edge of a tombstone. She wasn't comfortable, it was impossible to be comfy when she was still nervous about being in front of this girl. But she wasn't going to sit there standing around either, it would be ok to lean against (she glanced down reading the name engraved on the stone) Charles Harrington's grave. She was sure he wouldn't mind it. “I’m a hunter, we share information, it isn’t a big secret." That last sentence got her attention, forcing her eyes back up to the girl. Something was off here. She kept on calling it hunting, and now she was calling herself a hunter? A hunter of what exactly? She really hoped it wasn't potentials. They had been getting turned recently...but this girl wasn't a vampire. So that option was out.

"Hunter?"

[/b] She asked, confused. She was always taught that it was better to ask a question when you were unsure, then go on being confused. She didn't give the girl enough time to answer though, before adding more. "We don't hunt, its just patrolling. Thats what potentials do, well, at least now. You aren't going to kill me right? You aren't the person looking for potentials? Cause I gotta warn you, Buffy is getting really pissed about that."[/b] Crap, she was doing it again. Talking too much. She just couldn't help it, it was the nervous habit of hers. She just started talking and saying things that would be better off left unsaid. "I mean. No, just forget I said that. If you don't know what slayers are than I shouldn't be talking about it."[/b] She stood up, a little too quickly, in a rush to erase the past.[/blockquote][/size]