Disclaimer: I do not own anything pertaining to Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Escaflowne.
Summary: Buffy/Escaflowne. Hitomi who?
Note: Let’s just assume Angel waits another few hours to stick his big nose in Buffy’s business and Spike’s still snoozing away.Dragon in Sunnydale
Buffy twirled the scythe appreciatively. This was so much better than the rocket launcher Xander and Cordy swiped to take care of the Judge. It slices, it dices, it stakes, and it was tailor made for The Slayer. She grinned, remembering how easily it took care of The First’s lap dog of a wacko priest.
The tingling of a nearby growing power raising the little hairs on the back of her neck broke Buffy out of her reverie. She looked up just in time to avoid a collision with a rough looking, dark haired, teenage boy who just appeared out of some weird column of light. Uh, is he carrying a sword and wearing armor? Someone forgot Halloween was seven months ago.
“Where am I?” the boy whispered to himself.
“Sunnydale,” Buffy answered, deciding to take just a couple of minutes to be helpful. Why not? Finding the handy dandy slayer scythe put her in a better mood. “And let me tell ya, you don’t want to stick around here long.”
Armor boy seemed to notice her for the first time, and an annoyed expression ghosted over his face. “Get out of here. There’s a land dragon coming,” he ordered.
“You can’t be serious,” Buffy laughed.
“Run,” the boy ordered again. “Unless you want to be eaten by a dragon.”
Buffy started to say something snarky when she noticed the building power again. A portal opened in the middle of the deserted street, and lo and behold, a dragon began making its way through, waddling on two thick legs. “Okay, armor boy’s a seer, and at least it’s a little on the small side for a dragon,”
Buffy thought. The teen dropped into a defensive stance and raised his sword, obviously preparing to try his hand at dragon slaying. She had to give him props for nerve even if he was a rude little brat. This so wasn’t what she needed right now, but at least running into Caleb had given her a decent warm up.
“What are you doing?” he asked over his shoulder. “Get out of here!”“He’s trying to save me. How cute.”
Buffy thought, but didn’t budge.
Apparently the dragon thought she looked like an easier dinner than the Harry Potter look alike because it bypassed him to lunge at Buffy. Never one to pass up an obvious advantage, she leapt to the side, letting the dragon stretch its neck out for her as she brought the scythe’s blade down on the thick appendage. Stinking green blood sprayed over Buffy and all over the pavement and the monstrous reptilian head plopped onto the ground as its last cry echoed off the town’s shops.
She looked up from trying and failing to shake off the dragon blood and goo, expecting to find a grateful and amazed young man. He looked amazed alright with his sword arm hanging limply at his side, dragging the blade over the pavement, and his mouth hanging open. Then, anger and extreme annoyance filtered over his features in an uncanny impression of Cordelia with PMS.
“Stupid woman!” he yelled indignantly before turning and making his way dejectedly down the street mumbling something about having to find another one.
“What?” Buffy called after him. “No thank you?”