Title: Blackbird
Author: Mint Witch
Legs pumping, breath sawing in her lungs, Buffy ran. Her footsteps pounded in her ears and her veins surged with exhilaration. Putting on another burst of impossible speed, she soared over headstones, caught herself on her hands, and rolled back into a sprint.
Slayers could sprint for hours, could chase demons dusk to dawn, the river of adrenaline at the core of their strength fueling muscles at the expense of other soft tissues. Leaner every year, her body sliced through the air with a sound like ripping paper, muscles coiling as her prey entered pouncing distance.
She *leapt*, a wild, joyful flowering of strength that landed her full weight onto the demon. They rolled, fighting for dominance: and the Slayer laughed like a snarl and the beating of wings.
They came to rest with the Slayer astride, stake firmly pressed over her victim’s heart as her thighs caged him. Leaning close, she gloated, “Welcome home, Spike.”
~finis~