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Hannibal King	Night had come to Renshaw Cemetery in Fort Joseph, Bludhaven. There were no new plots being buried tonight, any that needed to be done had happened earlier in the day. It was quiet and cloudy, making it rather dark, except for when the clouds parted to reveal some moonlight.     Deep below those plots, a number of recent victims of S.N.R. had been buried and were working on clawing their way out. One hand reached up out of the dirty, blood and dirt on the fingernails, and then the other. The earth began to move about, filling into the coffin and hole that the recent vampire had dug.     Hannibal King was on patrol, but he was doing it the easy way. He had been driving around in his vintage 1970 Dodge Charger R-T. But right now, he was having a late night snack. He had driven through a fast food chain, ordering a bacon cheeseburger, French fries, and a Coca-Cola. All the things growing boy needs. He sat in his car, parked at the side of the cemetery, windows rolled down, listening to the radio, as he enjoyed his food.
Faith Lehane	The life of a Slayer wasn't a glamorous one. They went out and wandered around dangerous places looking for monsters. It was kind of a job for the insane really. Yet it was destined to fall on the shoulders of teenage girls because some idiot thousands of years ago thought that was for the best. Not that Faith actually cared about the past and who did what to whom. All that mattered to her was that she was a Slayer. And honestly? She loved her job. The excitement. The danger. Getting to kill things. Which, if she thought about that a bit, her enjoyment of it could be a warning sign to her mental stability perhaps. It's why she didn't think about it. She had already cycled through a few cemetaries and now was headed for Renshaw. She walked down he sidewalk, wearing comfortable jeans, a black t-shirt, a denim jacket over that. Steel toed heavy boots were on her feet as she turned from the sidewalk to the path leading into the cemetary. Because didn't everyone go to cemetaries in the middle of the night?
Hannibal King	Seeing a teenage girl, Faith was actually twenty-one, but at night she could still pass as a teenager, at least as far as Hannibal King was concerned. He only caught the sight of her in his side and rear view mirror. He chewed the rest of the burger he had bitten, and would have loved to mutter, but it was hard to do that while chewing. He slipped the rest of his burger and fries back into the bag, rolled up his windows, and he got out of the car... bag in hand. He didn't want to leave it to get cold.     Rolling his eyes, he would follow after the girl who slipped into the cemetery, "kids today," watching after her, trying to move without her noticing him. If she were just a teen, hopefully she would go out the other side of the cemetery soon enough, and he could let her go without further thought.     Unfortunately, one of the vampires had managed to rise from its grave, and a few others, none together. They were spread out all across the cemetery, were well on their way to crawling out. Plus, there happened to be a small gang of vampires wandering in from one of the other access points. As they said during the blitz, things were about to get a might sticky.
Faith Lehane	There was that warning sign. That feeling that something was wrong. It was uncomfortable but not something that would stop Faith from being able to function. Another gift that was sometimes a curse. Because though she could sense there were monsters about, it didn't work like radar and let her triangulate their location. She had to do it the old fashioned way. She continued further into the cemetary, knowing she'd have to give a bit of a walk through since vampires didn't seem to respect the whole path thing. She veered off to the right, heading straight for one of the single vampires. She'd slipped her hand into the pocket of her jacket, through the hole there that allowed her to access the inner lining and grabbing a stake. But to the outside world? Her hands were just in her jacket pockets.
Hannibal King	The vampire that Faith approached had already put up his vampire face. He wore a dusty and dirty navy blue suit. He must have had a proper funeral, with a nice coffin too. "I feel strong, I feel powerful," and as he looked over the approaching Faith, "and I feel something else." He gave her a toothy grin, feeling supremely confident as all new vampires seemed to do.     Hannibal King was still behind her, but she was moving quickly, so he wasn't able to eat his burger or fries in the bag. Instead, he pulled out what looked like a gun, but it was actually one of his electronic pistols. It made a slight sound as it charged up, kind of like a proton pack, only nowhere near as loud.     The other vampires approached, coming from multiple sides. The gang were dressed like a street gang, in fairly normal clothing, while another recent vampire wore a brown suit, one had a navy blue pinstriped suit, and a third wore... well, it looked like Xander, at least in dress.
Faith Lehane	"Yeah yeah, save it for someone that gives a shit," Faith said as she just leapt for the vampire. She had the stake in hand yet for some reason, she just went for a punch to the face then a spinning kick to hopefully knock him over or back. Which is when the next one ambled into view. Okay, maybe less play time and more time to focus and get to work. She took the stake she was holding, flipped it over, then flung it end-over-end toward the one in the brown suit. She didn't watch to see if it hit, already reaching into her jacket for another stake, turning and taking a knee as she attempted to drive the stake into the chest of the first Navy Blue Suit. If it worked out, two down--a whole lot to go.
Hannibal King	The vampire got knocked back, ill prepared for the force that the young woman wielded. Almost as ill prepared as was Hannibal King. He had readied his weapon, was going to fire, but the girl jumped at the vampire. Usually they ran away. "Woah," Hannibal declared, his eyes going wide with surprise and excitement.     And then she sent a stake flying, hitting another vampire in the chest. It turned to dust. The pinstriped vampire also said, "woah," except his was in a thick New Jersey accent, obviously a local. In quick succession, there were two fewer vampires.     It was at that point that the gang leader seemed to emerge from the bushes, "playtime's over boys. Put her out of my misery, before I put you out..." And then the leader got hit with a little disc shaped object. Hannibal lifted up the tube of his gun, blowing on it, and the disc exploded into a bit of a burst.     It was one of Hannibal's sun dogs. It was like getting an instant dose of sunlight from within the chest. "Won't you be my neighor?" He asked the rest of them.
Faith Lehane	As the gang joined the others, Faith's smile was a bit wild as she turned their direction. She still had Not-Xander and Pinstripe on top of the gang now. She did a quick calculation in her head as she felt herself fall into a stance that kept them all in view in her peripheral vision at least. Then there was a little disc smacking into the one talking and poof! A burst of light and flame then he was nothing but dust on the wind. That caught Faith off guard and she turned her head in the direction of the voice that followed. Her eyes narrowed a bit at seeing Hannibal King with the gun like object. "Who the hell are you?" She might have said that at the same time as one of the other vampires because they were all a little stumped here. Not that the vampires knew who she was either but still!
Hannibal King	Few Vampires who met a Nightstalker survived to tell the tale. And those that did generally didn't mingle with the lesser vampires like these. So the stories of the technology that the Nightstalkers used existed, but they were so rare as to be more legend than verifiable fact. To the remaining vampires and Faith, "Hannibal King," and he gave the girl a wink, "I'm guessing you're the vampire slayer." Not everyone was privy to the knowledge that there were more than one.     Some of the gang decided to attack, others hesitated. The ones who attacked probably faired better, as Hannibal hit two more with his gun, with the same results. He'd be more efficient if he would put his meal down, so he appeared to run, pulling back, but it was just enough that he could set the bag on a tombstone, "here, hold this for a second," and he drew a second gun that looked identical to the first. That made the vampires that had charged him pause, giving both him and Faith every opportunity to take some more out.
Faith Lehane	"You were top of your class, huh?" Faith returned when he pegged her as a Slayer. Well pegged her as /the/ Slayer but it was an honest mistake. To those that knew of the title and what it entailed, there could be only one. Leave it to Buffy, in thousands of years, to find a loophole. Then things got a bit chaotic as some vampires moved to attack the newcomer, some stood about in uncertainty. Then the new guy, King, was bailing. Or so it looked like. Faith opted to deal with the problem more directly. First were the two new vampires. Why? Because they were less predictable. The ones in the gang would usually work together, a pack mentality. That she could understand. But the new ones feeling their powers and hunger to the extreme? They were the loose cannons. She moved to the right, ducking a grab by Pinstripe and spinning into his guard to bring that stake in to hit him in the chest. Just as Not-Xander opted to join the game. He did manage to grab her stake arm. Which was his mistake as he got a punch to the stomach, another to the chest as hard as she could which was enough to break the sternum, and then an uppercut which knocked him back and forced the release of her arm. A swing of that arm and the stake met chest, sending Not-Xander into a swirl of dust as she prepared to pursue to gang members. Only to find Hannibal King had not actually run away, just put down his dinner and drawn another gun. She stalked forward, picking up her second stake from the ground where it fell after dusting the previous vampire. She blocked the retreat for the group as she eyed Hannibal King. "I'm guessing you can't pick those guns up from the local sporting goods store? Cause damn, those are sweet. How does that work?" As though they didn't have vampires to kill.
Hannibal King	"University of Wisconsin-Madison, class of thir-agh?" but before he could say that, he was attacked by one of the vampires. Faith probably wasn't sure, but it did sound like the class began with thir, as in thirty, which would suggest he was much older than the twenty-eight or so years he looked.     It was good that Faith went for the newer ones, as Hannibal went for the more seasoned ones. He found the newer ones were easier to deal with. They made mistakes, lots of mistakes, but the older ones had the benefit of experience. They were often stronger too. Hannibal would be, if he ever used his vampiric powers. But he made a habit of avoiding them at all costs.     He was an excellent shot, shooting, and moving through the dust, firing while in the dust of another vampire, and ever moving forward. His dinner was safe and sound and well away from the dust. Dusty burgers tasted horrible. "Kendra, or are you a new one?" He had heard that much, but not having met a slayer, he didn't know the new names.     "Single barreled Sun Dog." He shot a vampire. "S-Mart's top of the line. You can find these in the sporting goods department." He shot another one. "They retail for about a hundred and nine ninety-five." And another. "They've got walnut stocks, cobalt blue steel, and hair triggers." Yes, he was quoting a Sam Raimi monster movie, as he aimed at the smartest vampire in the gang. The one that decided to run away. ""That's right, shop smart," he fired, "shop S-Mart."     He was of course lying his ass off. They were custom made, all the way. With the vampires dealt with, at least this batch, "they emit short bursts of ultraviolet radiation. Instant sunburn. Or heartburn. You know, I never thought to ask which was worse."
Faith Lehane	"I'm thinking in their case, sunburn is worse." She was moving as well, not one to let him have all the fun. As he was firing off rounds here and there, she was doing things the old fashioned way with stakes and violence. Before long, they were down to that last one running away and King took care of him in short order. "And you are full of bullshit," she said good naturedly as she eyed King. "Cause last time I hit the sporting goods store..." Translation: Broke in and stole stuff. "...They had no such things there. And they certainly didn't have ammo that was instant vampire dusting!" She tucked her two stakes back away and instantly was just some gal, instead of what she actually was. "Name's Faith. Kendra's dead." By way of introduction. The she frowned. "Still got my danger sense going off so be on your toes. There's still one around here somewhere. Vampire, demon, something."
Hannibal King	"Almost exclusively," he answered back at the accusation that he was full of bullshit. He was a liar, an exaggerator, and a comedian. "It's a Nightstalker original. I'd offer you one, but I see you work old school, and besides, you'd never be able to get new ammo. But," he rotated one of them around his finger, spinning and then held it out to her, "how about a loaner. When you're done with it, bring it back to the white barge at the end of dock 13 over in Fort Joseph."     "Faith the Vampire Slayer. Has a nice ring to it." Or at least as nice a ring to it as any Vampire Slayer did. "One drawback to these things. They only work on vampires. Or people in desperate need of a tanning booth." He did carry regular guns, but would wait until she decided whether to accept the electronic pistol before pulling out a regular gun.
Faith Lehane	And that is when Faith learned something. She took the offered gun, looking at it curiously. Raised it up and aimed at something in the distance. No firing it as that would be a waste of time and ammo. "Kind of aims like a crossbow. But I'm guessing you don't have to lead the target if they are closer, like you would with bow?" Because Slayer's hadn't used guns. It wasn't one of their things they had trained with because that sort of ammo did nothing against most of what they hunted. Maybe a silver bullet for a vampire but she instinctively knew how to handle a rifle--but not a handgun. "Not sure if I might get myself in more trouble with this thing. I have no idea how to use it." Not that she was handing it back immediately. She kind of would like to learn how to use it so she was going to play with it. Later. "You sure about this? And what's a Nightstalker?"
Hannibal King	"I... wouldn't know." Hannibal said hesitantly, as his familiarity with crossbows was limited to what he had seen in historical movies. "But I'll take your word for it, Faith."     "All right, why don't you hand the gun back, you can use that wooden piece of wood, and sometime this week, we go to the firing range where I'll teach you how to use a gun. Then, you can borrow one." He held his hand out for the gun, but knowing Faith, as he absolutely did not, she was likely to keep it, and learn on the job.     "A small but energetic young group of go-getter vampire hunters, although we have been known to deal with the odd demon, werewolf, ghost, or really, any kind of creepy crawly that goes bump in the night."
Faith Lehane	For a moment, she does consider keeping the gun. But honestly, with her not knowing how to use it, it would be better in the hands of a professional. Or at least someone who could shoot straight. Faith hesitates a moment then passes the gun back over. "Deal. Since I sort of have memories of other Slayers, I have a vague idea how to use one but not enough to feel comfortable. I'll stick to things I know better." Since that would allow her to say alive longer, one would hope. "Vampire hunters? Humans? Are you stupid or just insane?" she asked. No judgement she figures he has to be one or the other. "I mean that's like someone's steak getting up off the plate and hunting them down so a little weird. Not that it's not possible, just not to bright."
Hannibal King	"If we survive this," they seemed relatively safe, but there might have been more vampires, or other nasties in the cemetery, "how about Thursday at 5. I figure that's not too bad for your sleeping pattern." Since Slayers were up all night, they would likely sleep during the day.     He took the gun back, giving it a flourishing spin around his finger, before settling into a good grip. "Not all of us. Blade's not human, not really a vampire either, his mother got bit while he was in the womb. All the vampire powers, none of the drawbacks. Some people get all the luck. And the jury's still out on that last part."     As he checked and re-loaded his guns, he would say, "time for some indigestion."
Faith Lehane	"We'll survive this just fine. This was nothing," Faith said with another grin. She looks around and doesn't see any sign of more vampires for now. "Though I should finish the patrol in case any others are crawling up around here. Or already are but haven't caught sight or scent of us yet." Being walking steak dinners. "You go eat your burger. I'll meet you on Thursday at that barge of yours to get my shooting lesson."