I do not own (or am likely to ever own) either of the two stories,
both Buffy the Vampire Slayer and PREDATOR are owned by their respective
creators which unfortunately does not include me. Plots used however are
written by my self, and so owned (despite not having the rights to the
characters used and their history) Or:-
"uh not own... want story learn to write... no sue, no cash. Me
little student, poor..."
Thanks for reading (now lets get on with it!)
By The Mountain King
The pods shielded skin burnt of as the pull of gravity was contested
by the landing field. Malg 3 was known to harbor some of the strangest
pray from the cunning and resourceful soft meat of human to the powerful
and deadly creatures known only as 'feeders'
His last hunt was a disappointment the pray that he stalked for three
nights was killed by the dust feeders. Dust feeders were the blight of the
true collector, once dead their body heat was none existent and it took a
keen eye to spot them then the strength and resilience of the creatures
made them a challenge but to take a head was nothing as their bodies would
disappear in to dust! This hunt was a gift, a chance to redeem the last one
on this world and on a personal note a chance to thin the ranks of dust
feeders and all the other beings that would interfere!
Leaving the Pod, and hiding it within a destroyed building on the
outskirts of the hunting area he looked over his new grounds, strange
energy waves had drawn the feeders to this place. The science prides were
interested in the effect they could have, another bonus. Cloaking himself
against the night sky the first night had begun.
Buffy looked up at the old castle that was so important last night.
Dracula, The Count, vampire master with the power to hypnotize and
mesmerize had come to see her. Dam if the vamps didn't get her she could
rely on the ego to finish the job for them. Continuing her patrol she found
nothing of interest, four vampires and one god-only-knows-what but no cult
trying to end the world and no big bad looking to kill her, just a normal
night. On the way home she was glad that her small wish upon the shooting
star came true.
What was this, a small soft meat female on her own. Bait to see how
the feeders would hunt. What!? This could be interesting, out numbered by
the dust feeders and they are the ones who flee. Oh that is why, I was
fooled by its size and appearance. This soft meat is powerful, cunning,
skilled and intelligent, both soft meat and feeder at the same time. This
will be an eventful hunt to be sure. To be sure.
Getting ready for bed she had already looked in on Dawn, why she idly
wondered before she fell asleep. In the middle of the night she felt a pair
of eyes boring into her. Awaking from her dream and rising from her shared
bed the was nothing around. Putting it down to paranoia she returned to
Riley's arms and into sleep.
Smiling outside the hunter settled in for the night knowing that the
next few weeks would provide challenges and rewards worthy of legends.