Slayers

She kicked the knee out of the vampire, snapping it's neck with a sharp twist. She spun, dragging it by the neck, and twisted again, it spun and hit the ground with a loud smack. It tried to get up, but she pulled back her fist and gave it a bloody nose. It rolled backwards than rose, but she chopped it's throat. It stood still, stunned, while the girl planted her right foot on it's thigh, vaulting up and booting it in the jaw. She backflipped, landing gracefully as the vampire fell backward.

Cara, bored with the display, fired the crossbow. The wooden bolt flew through it's heart and the creature fell to dust. The girl spun to where the bolt hand flown from, looking up at Cara's rooftop vantage point.

"You stole my kill" she said.

"You were taking too long. I got bored. Now, what do you think your doing?"

The girl smiled, her perfect white teeth stretching up to her eyes. Her black hair hid part of her face.

"I'm this little thing called a slayer. I slay. I was slaying, when you stepped in"

Cara jumped down, and for a moment the world was weightless. She rolled as she hit the ground, coming up and walking to the girl. Something about her made Cara hate her. She was aggressive, more aggressive than was wise.

"Sorry honey, I don't know what misconceptions you got, but I'm the slayer"

The girl shrugged her shoulders, hung back so her slid back from her eyes. God, could Cara hate her more?

"There's only one slayer. So maybe you've killed a couple of vamps, you are not the slayer"

Yes. Cara could. The girl put her hands on Cara's shoulders, and pushed her.

"I'm Hope the vampire slayer. Your not"

Cara smiled. "Oh, well that makes sense"

She turned from Hope, and began to walk away.

"That makes sense how?"

Cara smiled. "I'm no Vampire slayer"

"Damn right!"

"Me, I'm a Godslayer. I handle all those big, apocalyptic threats to humanity, and sometimes the little things like vampires and lesser demons and goblins fall through the cracks. It's nice to know I've got someone to do the little things for me. Kind of like an assistant"

Hope's arrogant smile dropped into pure, genuine annoyance.

"You wanna say that again, Betty?"

"Betty? Is that supposed to intimidate me?"

They walked to each other, face to face.

"No, this is supposed to intimidate you"

Hope struck her across the face.

"Sorry honey, but you hit first"

Cara kicked her ankle and threw a sucker punch. Hope tried to duck, but the fist slammed into her forehead and she staggered back. Hope went in with a left-right combo, but Cara saved herself with two forearm blocks. Hope managed to get in a kick to the ribs, but as Cara doubled over, she grabbed the foot and pulled, overbalancing Hope. They both backed away from each other.

A crescent moon lit up the alley, and a surprised tramp was the only one privy to the fight. Neither of the girls knew it, but this was a popular place for fights. The tramp had seen many fights, not one with two girls, at least, not two girls as strong as these.

Cara came at her with a roundhouse kick, but Hope ducked and kicked out, flipping Cara through the air. She slammed onto the ground, hard. It was cold. Clouds covered the moon. Cara arced her back and flipped to her feet, as Hope delivered a crushing uppercut. Cara staggered back, and Hope came at her with a flying kick. Cara sidestepped, grabbed the leg, shifted her weight and pulled. Hope crunched into the ground, face first.

Cara moved in to disable her leg, but Hope rolled over onto her back (Cara felt a little bit of guilt as she saw the blood on her face) and placed both of her feet against Cara's stomach, launching her into the air. Cara swung her feet underneath her, landing upright.

Hope ran at her, and Cara cartwheeled past, wrapping both of her legs around Hope's neck. She twisted violently, and sent Hope somersaulting into the ground.

"We can stop, you know. You just have to admit I'm best"

Hope rose up. She looked worse for wear. Cara had to feel sorry for her. Hope probably never met an equal, let alone someone better than her. Hope was completely silent. She approached, slowly. Her fist shot out like lightning. Cara grabbed it and twisted. Hope's knees shook as she screamed.

Cara didn't see the fist coming, one second she was there, the next she was on the ground. She rolled to her feet, but Hope clasped her two hands together and swung them like a wrecking ball into Cara's jaw. She flew through the air and landed hard.

The tramp had called his friends, and a small crowd had gathered. No one cheered, as such, but they whispered odds to themselves. They backed up a bit when Cara flew to meet them. Hope ran at her and Cara cartwheeled past her, wrapping her legs around Hope's neck. But the girl at the receiving end somersaulted. Cara smacked her face of the street.

She pushed up with her hands, swung her feet underneath her and adopted a fighting stance. She tried her own left-right combo, but Hope blocked with her elbows. She spun into Cara, elbowing her violently. Cara's nose crunched, and blood splurted into her eyes.

Hope kneed her in the stomach, and as Cara doubled over, she leaped into the air, spinning, and crushed her fist into Cara's shoulder. She dropped like a stone. She tried to get up, but two firm hands grabbed her and tossed her into a brick wall. A fist came at her, which she blocked, but her arm was grabbed. Hope somersaulted her into the ground, than yanked her arm back. Cara cried out.

"Whose best now, witch?" she said.