I haven’t felt like working on any of my WIPs recently. I’m going to try to get some work done tonight. What I have done is a morbid little piece about death. It contains spoilers for a couple of the stories within the ‘Tales of the Slayers’ collections, for my own stories ‘The Cloak of Mist’ and ‘Lonely on the Mountain’, and also for quinara’s superb watchersdiaries ‘Tales of the Slayer’ story Propugnatrix Pollia.
Twenty-five deaths of the Slayer
The false undead, blasphemous in the sight of Anubis, didst set upon Nebet and strive to drink her blood. She slew many, but then one smote her upon the head with a copper axe, and she died.
Inaras battled the mighty demon Illuyankas outside the city of Hattusas. She slew the creature but lost her arm in the battle and would have bled to death had Hupasiya her Watcher not bound the wound. Her handicap led to her death not long afterwards, slain by a single vampire, but her great victory was remembered by the Hittites and she passed into their mythology as a goddess.
Artazostre of Persepolis used a bow and arrows to slay vampires. A leader arose among them who was of great cunning and he ordered his clan to wear armor of bronze scales. She cut off his head with an akinakes, a short sword of Scythian pattern, but one of his fellows fastened his teeth in her throat and drained her blood.
Thessily Thessilonikki ran three hundred miles in four days and then died from the wound of a poisoned arrow. She was twenty-nine years old and the tally of her victories was beyond reckoning.
Pollia neglected her duties. She occupied herself with drink and lustful practices and ignored the vampires. The personal guard of the Emperor Claudius hanged her between two trees.
Leubovera of Poitiers took a spear through the lung. She fell, picked herself up, cut the head from her killer, and crossed herself as he dusted; and then she died.
The hunters of the village could not prevail against the Chimiset but Jengalat tracked it down and fought it. Its claws laid her shoulder open to the bone but her spear found its heart. As she staggered back to the village a pack of hyenas attacked her and they pulled her down.
Bahey Dhone died in the city of Kaifeng, five thousand miles from her home, four years after she was Called. She fought a dozen jiāngshī and had the upper hand until a human traitor to the Emperor stabbed her from behind and pierced her kidney. She spun around, slashed his head from his shoulders, and then fought on until she fell. Only one wounded jiāngshī remained when she went down at last and the locals fell upon it with rice flails and destroyed it. They heard her cry out ‘Egil!’ as the breath left her, and they wondered at the joy on her face, but none were there who understood.
Taet-Khema of the Tangut perished on the cold tundra. Her bow was broken and her quiver was empty. A trail of dead demons stretched back for four miles along her path.
Jeanne d’Arc of Domrémy interpreted her powers according to her upbringing and abjured the Watchers. She used her powers against the English, slew many, and survived the strike of a cannon ball at the storm of Jargeau. Later she was captured, tried for the crime of wearing male clothing, found guilty and burned at the stake. Her body was burned twice thereafter to reduce it to powder ash.
Kusirimay Jarawi was declared as the Chosen One who must be sacrificed to save her people. The priests took her to the high Andes and mummified her alive. One year later Prince Viracocha was slain by Phuku, the Demon who drinks the blood of Men, and there was war between the Canaris and the Inca. Three years after that the Spanish landed and allied with the Canaris. The Inca Empire fell. Centuries later Kusirimay rose once more, took the name of Ampata, lived for a short while and then was reduced to dust by Buffy Summers.
Zofia sallied forth from the besieged city of Vienna to battle against efreeti summoned by a wizard in the service of Ibrahim Pasha. She destroyed the creatures and slew the wizard but was shot down by janissaries as she tried to escape back into the city.
Avinashi slew many rakshasa until a manushya-rakshasa in human form caught her by surprise and stabbed her through the liver.
Ildikó died, drugged and helpless, in the Iron Maiden of Countess Elizabeth Báthory-Nadasdy.
Huenteao burned in the fiery embrace of the Cherufe demon. She threw herself from a precipice and took the demon with her to its doom.
Jurate fought werewolves in the depths of the forest. She slew many but one fastened its teeth in her arm. On the morning following the night before the next full moon she woke naked and bloodstained far from home. She killed herself.
Mosadiwamosasa tracked the tokoloshe across the Kalahari. They ambushed her from holes in the ground and, though she slew them, her leg was broken. She died of thirst.
A drunken sergeant of the Seventh Cavalry shot Stronger Than Bears twice in the chest. She was still alive when her Watcher emptied his Webley Royal Irish Constabulary revolver into the sergeant’s head and then knelt beside her. He held her hand as she died; and he wept.
Chen Pei Lao fought a gweilo vampire one on one. He was confident and skilful but could not match her. She slashed a gouge across his eyebrow and then went in for the kill. An explosion nearby shook the building. Both combatants were distracted but he recovered his balance the faster and was on her. She spoke to him as his fangs neared her throat but his Chinese was limited to a few phrases suitable for asking directions and ordering food and drink. Her last words were incomprehensible to him and there was no-one else present to hear.
Britta was swamped by weight of numbers. Her death was recorded on film.
Nikki was evenly matched with the vampire who had slain Chen Pei Lao. Their first encounter ended inconclusively. They fought again on a subway train. Nikki gained the upper hand but lost the initiative as she reached for her stake and the vampire broke her neck.
Isilla came close to eradicating the vampires that preyed on the street children of São Paulo. She was shot to death by gang members who mistakenly believed her to be an undercover policewoman.
Kendra looked into Drusilla’s eyes and was lost. A razor sharp fingernail slashed open her carotid artery and her life blood spurted forth.
Grace tracked the kumwana to his lair on the mountain and fought him there. She damaged his leg so that he could not flee, broke his arm so that he could not parry, and then pulled out her stake. She had sent him staggering backwards just a little too far and he had space enough to fumble his rifle free of its shoulder-sling with his one good arm and to swing up the muzzle and point it at her. She hesitated. “Look into my eyes,” he ordered, and she obeyed. Her body was found the next morning and the killing was attributed either to a leopard or a rogue baboon.
Rona died of old age.