Friday Fanfic

Buffy the Dragon Slayer

(An obvious continuation of last week's story)

Chapter Nineteen-Alpha

It was done, thought Sister Lilith.

The treacherous Spider-Eve was finally dead. She had to be. She was on Sister Lilith's back when Sister Lilith crashed into the ground. So she had to be --

"Hey, what's up, Miss Dragon?" asked the familiar voice of Spider-Eve. "Did you crash into the ground deliberately or did you just get mixed up?"

No, Sister Lilith thought. It can't be. She can't be alive. Not after all this time...

Sister Lilith slowly raised her head and opened her eyes. There she saw Spider-Eve standing in front of her.

Sister Lilith smiled. Summoned up a huge burst of flame. Started to breathe out.

Then a bolt of lightning hit her and next thing Sister Lilith knew, she was no longer a dragon. Just an exhausted lady barren of all covering save for her own hair.

Sister Lilith glanced over at the Violent Moon and saw three women staring at her with an expression that seemed like pity. One of them -- a blonde maid -- started to offer her a dress to cover herself with but the last thing Sister Lilith wanted at this point was pity from one of the women she had so eagerly meant to kill.

Instead she ran off and screamed.

As she ran, the blonde maid turned toward her redheaded companion and asked, "Should we follow her?"

The redhead shrugged. "Would it matter?"

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Buffy couldn't believe it. The witches and the innkeeper managed to keep the Violet Moon from burning down in her absence -- save for the one room where her clothing was being stored. Fortunately, one of the hotel maids -- Tierra --had a dress Buffy could borrow but still it seemed a darn shame to have lost all her clothing in the fire after sacrificing so much to defeat the dragon.

But the most important part was that it was over now. The dragon was defeated, the village was spared and soon Buffy and her companions would be moving on to another village. Buffy was not sure if she'd ever be able to make it up this way again but at least she would be forever remembered as the brave young maiden who saved the village from a vicious fire-breathing dragon.

Or so, she thought, until she heard the mysterious minstrel Aus playing a joyful little ditty in the village square as she rode off with Laurel, Tierra, Jamie and Sir Roderick.

A ditty that went:

"Spider-Eve, Spider-Eve.
Friendly neighborhood Spider-Eve!
Smoke and flame she's ignored
Action is her reward..."

The end?