Hellmouth
Disclaimer: don't own yugioh OR Angel/Buffy
Prologue
In Domino City, night had come. People slept in their homes, while the nightbirds partied all night long. One particular party girl left early to get home. She took her normal route, but halfway, she decided on a shortcut in a nearby alleyway.
Young Serenity Wheeler, walked down that alley confident on arriving home before her mother realized she was late. Her heels clicked as she walked down the path, the clicking echoing in the night. She stopped, and looked around. She could feel someone watching her.
"H-hello? Someone there?" she called out. Nothing. She looked behind once more and sure of herself that the alley was empty, she turned around. Only to find three men standing in front of her. "Hello, pretty girl...wanna have some fun?" the leader asked getting closer to her. She backed away and tripped over a piece of lumber, twisting her ankle. She winced in pain as she tried to crawl away from the men.
"Oh, great. She can't run, no fun that way...oh well," the leader complained. Serenity watched on in horror as all of the mens faces distorted: their foreheads sloping downward, their eyes changing yellow, and fangs portruding out of their mouths.
The two others grabbed a hold of her for the boss and placed her neck at an angle. The leader licked it and smiled. "Mmm, innocent. That's my favorite flavor in a woman," he said smiling. "SOMEONE HELP ME!" Serenity screamed. "Like anyone's gonna hear you," one of the thugs sneered.
"Actually, someone DID hear her," came a voice from behind the leader. They turned looking for who had spoken. Serenity looked as best she could to see her savior. A dark, tall manwearing black and a trenchcoat, with brown hair and fit physique. "Hey, you wanna piece of us punk!" the leader roared as he ran at the man. The man sighed and just as the hideous looking attacker came near, the savior thrusted something at him, and he fell into a pile of dust.
Serenity couldn't believe at what just happened. The man just turned into dust and bones and fell to the ground. She looked at her rescuer, he had a large wooden stick in his hand. He looked at the other two. "Anyone else want a taste?" he asked holding it up. The two goons looked at each other and ran like hell down the alley. Serenity sat on the cold alley floor, her mind racing at what she had just witnessed.
The man approached her and kneeled down to her level. "Are you ok?" he asked her. She just simply nodded. He helped her up and checked her over. "You really shouldn't be wondering alone at night," he commented. She just stared at the pile of bones and dust in the alley and then back at the man.
"W-what was that? Who are you?" she stammered. "That doesn't matter on what that was. What matters is that you get home safely," he countered. She nodded and walked out into the street that led to her neighborhood. The man watched as she made her way home, then turned his head slightly.
"Well what do you think?" he asked the darkness. "Well, it's not Los Angeles, OR Sunnydale...but it's got the same problems," said a man with platinum blonde hair in a trench coat. "Yeah, unfortunately. Let's hope we do a better job here than we did there," the man who saved the girl said.
-Elsewhere-
"Master, we have sensed potentials in this city," came a gluttoral voice. "Good, we will use all the power we have at our disposal to turn them or to eliminate them. As well as the interlopers coming to this city. They too have sensed the power emanating from this area. They will come to use it," said a powerful but low voice. He looked at the scripture he was studying. He read a particular passage in the ancient tome, one he had read millions of times before.
Two monsterswith souls,two humansof metal and flesh
Holy woman and Demon
Warrior of Light, and Warrior of Darkness
A Great King of Power, and the ones who follow him
The Gate of Hell beckons them, only to devour them
unless she unites them and guides them
The being put the tome away and reclined on the iron throne, "...and so it begins," he said smiling.
