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Gabriel
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Tricksters Are As Tricksters Do.

Who: Buffy and Gabriel/Loki
Where: The Sunnydale Cemetery. One of them. The big one.
When: After dark.
What: Announcing his arrival to The Slayer seemed polite; doing it with a prank seemed mandatory.
Status: Incomplete

Sunnydale had more cemeteries in it than Gabriel thought was wise given its location above a hellmouth, but with the death rate he supposed they were all necessary. Of course, with the coming-back-from-death rate they might as well just heap the corpses in a field for all the good it does to bury them.

It was probably a closure thing.

He stared across the cemetery he'd chosen, standing perched on the roof of one of the taller mausoleums. It was a good cemetery; the biggest one in town. It was also closest to the Slayer, and that was important; if he was gonna be introducing himself, he'd need plenty of room to work and a guarantee that she'd notice his genius. Lifting his right hand high, he snapped his fingers. Immediately they began to appear, vampires of both genders perched on headstones and leaning against trees; some just lurking in the shadows.

All of them looked caught up in deep introspection; tormented expressions on their faces as they contemplated the misdeeds of their unlives - reflecting on their sins and being filled with deep, unaccountable angst. Yes, a cemetery of vampires with souls; all of them wallowing in self-loathing and depression - a great deal of them wearing stylish turtlenecks and looking like distraught hipsters.

Another snap of his fingers and he was sitting down in an overstuffed recliner, popcorn in one hand and a sugary soft-drink in the other. Snacks and entertainment; all he needed to complete the show was for the Slayer to arrive.

Intent on hastening her entrance he introduced another element into his show: a few disembodied screams of terror.
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As she was coming back from a trip to Walgreens to pick up some fancy new hair conditioner and some snacks for Dawn and Giles, Buffy heard the screams. She stopped in her tracks and listened hard to determine what direction she needed to go. It had been way too quiet in Sunnydale lately, so she was almost thankful for the distraction. And maybe there would be a cute guy in need of some help (aka Dean).

She found that the screams were coming from a cemetery in which she frequently hunted. As she stepped through the gates, she dropped her plastic bag of goodies under a tree near the entrance so nothing would get squashed. Moving further inside, she saw that she was most definitely not alone.

No one seemed to be dying, despite the screams she'd heard, only sitting and looking sad on top of almost every headstone in her view and barely taking notice of her entrance. Uhh....what?

"Don't look so sad, guys, I'm here," Buffy said loudly to interrupt all of their deep, depressing concentration. She whipped her stake out of her inner jacket. If they all came at her at once, she might be in trouble, but she could take a few out before she needed to regroup and bring others for back-up.

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June 11 2011, 04:19:26 UTC 5 years ago Edited:  June 11 2011, 04:20:58 UTC

Gabriel smirked; she'd taken the bait.

It was almost too easy, really; slayers were predictable creatures. He leaned forward in his seat, trying to catch a better view as the vampires who'd been silently anguishing turned, in unison, to regard her.

"Are you the slayer?" some asked, and they hesitantly stood from their headstones and approached.

I am a vampire with a soul! they began to cry out, and then others chorused Please, let me join you in your fight against evil. Gabriel chuckled as they crowded in, growing daring in their numbers. If she didn't move they'd surround her, and if they managed that then she'd never be able to wriggle free of them. A slayer, trapped in a crowd of salvation-hungry vampires.

He should've brought a camera.
"The one and only," Buffy told the vampires who asked who she was.

As they began speaking all together and moving towards her, Buffy's eyebrows arched firmly upward. Part of her went "uh-oh" until she realized what they were all saying. Vampires with souls? Ummm, what?

"You all have souls? Was there a sale at the soul store or something?" she said aloud, then shook her head, taking several steps back as they began to surround her.

"You know, it's really nice that you all want to help fight evil, but I think I'm full up on help at the moment," she said, nervously. "If you really want to help, go patrol the other cemeteries for demons and vamps."