A week later...
"And it's going well?" Julie asked, "No need for me to interfere at all?"
"No, Julie, everything's going fine." James responded, sadly smiling.
"Is everything alright with you, James? You sound down."
"Me? I'm fine, nothing's wrong." James said, desperate that Julie wouldn't push it. "Alright, I'll see you later." he said, ending the call. He slid the cell phone back into his pocket, staring straight ahead.
"Now!" Wesley shouted, and James did a complete 180, turning to shoot at the target behind him with his gun. Firing six shots, all of them hit the bullseye cleanly. "Well done, you've mastered the recoil."
"Well it was nothing really, only took about a week of sleepless nights." James replied, sarcastically.
"I think it's time we find this demon." Wesley suggested.
As the two are clearing up their equipment, starting to pack what they need to take with them, James looked at Wesley, "This demon, what kind is it?"
"Kungai." Wesley answered, not moving his gaze from the equipment. "Supported by the Magicks of the underworld, it plans on acting as a vessel to destroy the world; allowing all the creatures of the underworld to rise up."
"I've fought a Kungai before." James said, checking his ammunition.
"So have I, but I have every reason to believe that this isn't the same type of Kungai." Wesley said, throwing his backpack over his shoulder.
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That night, James had been sent out to patrol by Wesley, who was still tracking down the Kungai demon at home, and needed a bit more privacy to focus. Although, James was almost certain that it meant Lilah was coming over.
Walking down the empty streets of L.A., and past an old abandoned looking hotel, James' head shot to his side as he heard a rustling down an alleyway. James slowly approached the source of the noise, reaching for his gun carefully.
Suddenly, a rat scuttled out from some trash bags, much to James' relief. He let his guard down, and just as he did so, a massive force hit him across the head, knocking him out.
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"Wake up! I'm not gonna ask again!" James heard a man shouting at him.
"Charles, calm down, we don't even know what he wants." a woman said, identifying the man as Charles.
James finally came to, the blurry figures becoming clearer to him. "What happened?" James asked, his head aching. Looking down, he found himself tied to a chair with rope. "This isn't strange at all, where am I?"
"I could ask you the same question." Charles asked, aggressively.
"I'm a Slayer, the... Male one. I'm being trained by an ally of Angel Investigations." James explained slowly, hoping that they knew what that meant.
"That's not possible, 'cause that's who we are." Charles said, getting impatient with James.
"A Slayer, huh? I thought you were supposed to be tough?" a sneering third voice chimed in from behind James. "I knocked you out with one blow."
James turned his head to look at the boy, who only seemed to be a few years younger than he was, "Thanks, it was really a fair fight when you snuck up behind me."
"And the piece?" Charles asked, holding James' gun in his hand.
"Who's the kid? He's quite young, what are you, some kind of grooming Investigation squad?" James questioned, ignoring Charles' questions.
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The Male Slayer - A Buffy The Vampire Slayer Fanfiction
FanfictionJames is unlike any other human being in the world, he's a Slayer. In a world where there's already two Slayers, he has to find exactly who he is and why he was chosen. It's never easy being a Slayer and after facing off against the vicious vampire...
