The last thing I want is Tharg the mighty firing Rigelian Hotshots at me…

Hunter/Prey (extended)

"Buffy Ann Summers?" The tall redhead stood at the other end of the alleyway.

"You think you're the first vamp to know my name before I kill them?" Buffy looked at her, stake in hand, ready.

"I am a licensed Search/Destroy Agent." The Red pulled a holographic badge from somewhere, "By the power invested in me by the Galactic Crime Commission, I hereby serve the warrant issued in your name."

"Huh?"

"We can do this the easy way or the hard way." A huge pair of guns appeared in Red's hands, "I get paid I take you in, dead or alive: it's your choice."

"Oh boy…"

"Well?"

"Can I ask a question?"

"I'd say 'shoot', but you may get the wrong impression."

"You are a vampire, right?"

"Yes and no: I'm a mutant."

"Sunlight?"

"With my complexion?"

"Holy water?"

"I'm not thirsty."

"Crosses?"

"Only if you've got a big one you're going to try and bash me over the head with."

"Garlic?"

"Love the stuff."

"Wooden steak?"

"Would probably do the trick; if I wasn't wearing body armour."

"So what am I wanted for?"

"A few hundred counts of murder."

"What!"

"Most relate to your time in a town called Sunnydale."

"Sunnydale? Those where vampires; not people!"

"I'm starting to get a real itchy trigger finger…"

"No, not like you: real vampires."

"Still not with you..."

"Nasty faces, pointy teeth, aversion to sunlight, Holy water, Crosses, stuff like that."

"You expect me to believe that?"

"You expect me to believe that you're a mutant-vampire 'Search/Destroy Agent' or what ever that is."

"I'm a bounty hunter."

"Nice."

"Don't knock it kid: the future I'm from, only job a mutant can get."

"Kid? I'm 21 years old!"

"Hey, I'm a thousand years young, I've got a body built for high-speed sin, and there's a whole universe out there which hasn't met me…"

"You still going to try and arrest me?"

"You going to prove to me that those where 'real' vampires you killed."

"If I said that there's someone behind you, and I think they're a 'real' vampire…"

"I'd say I smelled them coming a mile off." Red span round, pointing one gun in either direction, "Hi hansom; what can I do for you?"

"I want the slayer." The Vampire growled, "Stand aside!"

"You sure he's not human?" Red turned to Buffy.

"Very."

"Good!" Red fired, the bundle of flushest her gun fired shredding the vampire's heat, "I hate the paper work that comes with unlawful killings." She looked at the pile of settling dust, and lowered both her guns, "Guess I have to believe you…"

"Good." Buffy let out the breath she'd been holding, "You got a name."

"You can call me Red, Durham Red. Tell me: what do people do to blow off steam int his town?"

The End