SPOILERS: Becoming, Part 1
SUMMARY: Kendra and Dru's fight in Becoming, Part 1.
DISCLAIMER: They aren't mine.
:::You know him well-- this Dark One, this Great Destroyer-- You have walked with him all your young lives-- flaunted him, taunted him, tilted with him-- and you'd always gotten away unscathed... until now::: Uncanny X-Men #96
Slayer and Vampire, as it had always been. Hunters both, their bodies singing within the presence of the other. They met in a flurry of swirling skirts and creaking leather, falling into the rhythms of the dance between Slayer and Vampire. Instinctive aggression was channelled into swinging fists and feet as Kendra and Druscilla met.
Kendra's eyes filled with the determination to fulfill her duty. This was her destiny-- this is what she was. There was nothing else, there never had been. She was the Slayer.
The thrill of the hunt surged through Druscilla as she met the Slayer blow for blow. This was what she was-- a hunter, a killer. The power and violence thrilled her. Her head sang with it.
It was over within moments, vampire victorious. Slayers had fallen beneath the hands and fangs of their prey before, as would the Slayer who never should have awakened to her destiny.
Druscilla's hand cupped Kendra's face, holding her steady as she backed the child into the counter. They stood face to face, neither Slayer or Vampire moving. One pair of eyes filled with victory, the other with the recognition of her death.
"Look at me, deary." The vampire's voice was a soft coo, unexpected.
Kendra found herself unable to resist that smooth, insistent voice. Her eyes raised unwillingly, focusing on Druscilla's slim finger.
"Be in my eyes."
Blood red nails hovered before the girl's eyes.
"Be in me."
The nails drifted towards Druscilla's eyes, pointing into their depths. And the Slayer was pulled into the them, riding the soft wave of her voice.
Their eyes locked. Druscilla swayed from side to side, Kendra echoing her movements.
Back and forth.
Druscilla's fingers twitched in anticipation.
Back and forth.
She struck out. Her nail slashed across the smooth skin of Kendra's neck. Red nails dyed by the Slayer's blood.
Without a whimper of protest, Kendra dropped to the ground.
"Night, night."
And another Slayer fell to her destiny.
End
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