Niam One Shots

12- Slayer

(if you don't know, I love buffy the vampire slayer a lot. (This isn't exactly like buffy okay))

12- Slayer

(Liam's POV):

"Sorry mate. It's my job! Kinda gotta to it, now don't I?" I smirked at the vampire in front of me. His teeth bared, eyes yellow. Man the guy was ugly.

"Screw you, Slayer." The vamp spat at me, which I dodged of course. I bared my wooden stake, ready to give that final blow that would turn him to dust when I heard a twig snap to my right. I snapped my head around, eyes tracing the graveyard. The vampire took this moment to attack me, knocking me over. I grunted, putting my arms up to push him off my torso.

I rolled my eyes as he lifted me up, trying to keep as much dirt from my clothes as possible. "You think you're stronger than me? News flash: I'm the slayer. As in the only one; the one from the prophecy...I'm stronger than you. My powers could make you cry, you leach."

His yellow eyes focused on me before he sent a punch to my face, but it takes a lot more than that to hurt me. He grabbed my torso and threw me a few yards away, causing me to land smacking my head on a gravestone. I didn't get damaged, but the tombstone unfortunately did. I pouted as it cracked in half, breaking off.

"Okay, that was mean." I glared, turning back to the vampire. "I don't play fair, Slayer." He said in a gravelly voice. I wiped my sleeves off, watching the vampire stalk at me. Once he charged again, I threw my stake directly at his heart before he could reach me. He gave a final glare down to the stake in his chest before his body turned to dust, falling to the grass in a pile.

"Serves that dick right, breaking a tombstone." I pouted again, dusting myself off. I went to walk away before I heard another twig snap. My head whipped to the right, and I followed the noise with my stake bared.

I creeped around a large tombstone and went to attack the figure on the other side, before it jumped violently.

"Woah woah, no don't!!" A startled voice came, and I quickly put my stake down. A boy with blonde hair stood before me, his blue eyes wide with fear. "Who are you!?" I shouted, standing up straight and letting my guard down. "I should ask you the same question, you're the one who almost attacked me with a bloody wood stick! Jesus Christ!" The Irish accent coming from his mouth captivated me, and I took a step back.

"What did you see?" I demanded, staring into his eyes. "What did I see? I bloody well saw you thrown on a tombstone which, by the way, should have knocked you out and possibly put you in a coma! But no, not even a bruise on that head of yours! And, you turned that weird faced thing into a pile of DUST. Mate, what the actual fuck is going on here?" He looked overwhelmed, his cheeks flushed red from adrenaline.

"Okay, this is a story we shouldn't have here, it isn't safe. But I guess we don't have a choice, so whatever." His eyes cautiously swept over the graveyard before he agreed. "Why are you here anyway?" I questioned, putting my hands on my hips and tilting my head. He rolled his eyes, stepping aside and gesturing an arm to a dog that was trembling in fear.

My eyes widened and a smile formed on my face. "Doggy!" I shouted with a big grin. I know I was being childish, but dogs were my weakness. You can't blame me. I sat down in the grass next to the dog, smiling lovingly at the brown little cutie.

"Oh my god, you just took a tombstone to the face and didn't even flinch, but a dog makes you turn into a teenage girl." The blonde laughed, kneeling down in front of me and the dog.

"What's her name?" I asked, holding a hand out for her to sniff. The brown-lab sniffed at my fingers cautiously before deeming me safe. I stroked my fingers on her head and between her ears, watching as she calmed down. She got up and walked a few steps only to plop herself on my lap. I laughed, running my hands along her spine.