Slayers By Night.

 Happy Halloween!

I've been experimenting with AI video technology and I've made a few Buffy/Slayer inspired concept videos. They have my usual race/ethnicity/nationality change spin on things of course.

"I feel strange... what's this feeling I... my chest it hurts"

"Hey kid. Borrowing this body for a jiff.  The name's Bella. You, me, we're gonna be good friends."  - Bella the Italian-American slayer.

 
 
"Damnit Bella. I told you to warn me before you possess me in the middle of the night."
 
 
"The run up to Halloween is pretty active for me and Bella. But Halloween itself... nothing, nada, the whole supernatural takes the day and night off. Still... she is probably on her guard."


 


 
 
 

"Alright Cuban girl in my head. So you are saying that puedes tomar control de mi cuerpo cuando quieras?" "Exactamente. Como anoche..." She smirked. - Catalina, the Cuban Slayer

 
 
 
 
 


 
 

"Ohhhhh why does it need to feel so good! Fuck! Catalina you Cuban..."



"Escuchame Americano. Es muy simple. Hay una diferencia entre los españoles y los hispanos. ¿De verdad eres tan ignorante? Soy española. ¡Dios mio! puaj. joder, ya viene. prepárate(Listen American, it's really simple. There is a difference between the Spanish and Latin Americans. Are you really so ignorant? I'm Spanish. My god! Ugh, fuck, it's coming now. Get ready. - Martina the slayer from Sevilla.







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