HOSTILE 88
by WERE WOLF
Chapter 8
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With a hard deadly voice Buffy snarled at the four Vamps.
"YOU Fuckers dare to hunt Kids in MY Town? You sorry Perverted so called Nightchildren turn and face a true Vampire."
Willow formed a fireball in Her hands and threw it at the rightmost Vampire making It vaish without a scream.
At the same time Buffy moved, She grabbed the first Vampire and in one brutal move ripped His skin totally off His body.
Dropping the screamming Skinned body to the street, She grabbed the second Vampire and tore Him in half like He was nothing more than a paper doll.
Willow, the Nun and the Children's eyes were blinded due to the flash from Willow's fireball so They didn't see what happened to the last Vampire but They all heard Her horroible death scream fill the air.
When Willow could see again She saw Buffy standing in the middle of a cloud of Vamp Dust.
"Sister Brandy what are You thinking taking a Flock of Your Ducklings out at night?"
"No help for it Buffy. These are Street Children that I got away from a Chickhawker. " The Nun grinned back at Buffy.
Willow and Buffy looked at the ten frighted faces that almost was on Their way to Sexual Slavery, the oldest was 12 years old.
Buffy said something in a old harsh unknown Lang. and then muttered, "And Humans call Me a Monster."
"AWAY FROM THEM DEMON." shouted a male voice from behind Willow and Buffy. They turned to see a Priest holding out a cross approunch Them.
He was middle aged built mostly like Monk Tuck of Robin's Merry Band and more suited for a posting in some little English country village than the Hellmouth.
Even Willow could easily scense the fear rolling off Him.
But Buffy didn't see a ageing fat little Priest in front of Her but a tall blond powerfully bult Paladin dressed in golden Platemail Armor holding froth a Holy Avender longsword mounted on His Mighty Warhorse ready to do battle to defend the weck and helpless.
She turned to Sister Brandy and asked.
"New Boss?"
"Yes Father O'Shea meet the Hidden Fist of God Buffy."
Father O'Shea seemed to deflate and said, "Forgive a Foolish Old Man, the Good Sister has told Me how You have defended My Flock from Your Fellow Demons.
But if I may I ask Why?"
Buffy said nothing but held out Her right arm and pushed up Her sleeve. There on Her forearm was the one thing that ever Jew knew the numbered tattoo that showned Man's darkest time in history.
"Here I found out what real Monsters looked like, that instead of being One I was alittle Child playing Monster" Buffy told Him