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Buffy Summers' house was unusually quiet. Everyone was either out of the house for the time being or just relaxing, waiting for the Hellmouth to stir up more trouble. Willow had just come back from England and had moved in with Buffy. The day was going fairly well when, there was a huge bang as the spell Willow was working on backfired.
"Crap"
She muttered as she went over her ingredients to check where she went wrong.
"Willow, are you okay?"
Buffy asked as she ran down the stairs into the kitchen. Willow had all sorts of books and dried herbs spread out on the table. She was so engrossed with what she was doing that she didn't hear the Slayer's question.
"Will?"
Buffy asked again. Her voice now making the young witch jump.
"Huh? Yeah, I'm okay. Just can't seem to get the mixture right..."
She trailed off as she resumed her reading, too distracted to give an in depth answer.
"What are you working on?"
Willow looked up at the question with a slight look of annoyance.
"Just trying to get an object locator spell to work, they're trickier than a person locater spell."
She resumed her reading and adjusted the measurements, and then reading the incantations over again. Just as Buffy was about to ask why Willow need such a spell, the backdoor opened, making both girls look up. It was Dawn, and by the look on her face Buffy knew there was trouble.
"You two had better see this."
All three girls made their way to the graveyard as Dawn explained what she saw.
"We were walking past the graveyard when I noticed something different about it."
"What is different?"
Buffy asked
"I'm getting to that. Anyway, I saw a new mausoleum had appeared and I went over to look at it. There is a bunch of writing on it I don't recognize, but I did see some symbols that look like some I've seen in Willow's books. So I thought I should get you"
"You did good Dawny."
Buffy said as she walked into the graveyard and up to the new addition. The mausoleum was bigger than any other in the graveyard. As Dawn had said there was all sorts of writing on the outside, some of it was carved into the stone while others were painted on in what looked like blood.
"What do you think of this?"
Buffy asked Will as they looked at the writing.
"Well, some of it looks like Latin, but the words don't make sense so I can't read it."
Willow frowned at the writing trying to understand what the author was trying to say. The symbols were what caught her eye next,
"Woah, look at this."
Buffy and Dawn walked to the side Willow was on and looked where she pointed.
"These symbols are very old, the oldest I have seen. Over here these mean 'evil' and 'monster'. While these here say 'beast' and 'soul'. The rest is too faded for me to make out."
"So whatever is in there, probably isn't too friendly?"
Dawn asked walking to the other side.
"No, my guess not."
Buffy whistled as she looked at the door. Behind a gate, the doors had giant bolts across the front with chains locking them in place.
"Well, it looks like whoever is in there won't be getting out anytime soon."
"We should get Giles to look at this, he would have a field day."
Dawn suggested.
"I second that, you coming Will?"
Buffy asked as she turned to leave, noticing the witch hadn't moved to follow.
"No, I'm going to stay here and study it some more."
"Okay, suit yourself. Just don't stay too long, it'll be dark in three hours."
Buffy said as she left with Dawn.
"Yes mom.".
The two Summers left and Willow was left alone to stare at the old structure. She walked around it again trying to find more symbols to read, to better understand what could be inside. She stopped at the gate and gave it a tug. It wouldn't budge, Figures, she thought. She had been getting weird vibes from the mausoleum the moment she set eyes on it. She didn't want to worry Buffy and Dawn so she kept it to herself. Whatever was in there didn't feel evil, just old.
On the outskirts of Sunnydale, a figure walked. It was shrouded by a worn out rob. The only thing you could see was the dirty bare feet of the walker. It swayed back and forth as it made its way down the road. A car was broken down a few feet away, the owner under the hood, trying to find the problem. He heard the footsteps and looked up from the car.
"Hey buddy. You any good with cars?"
He called as the figure approached. The figure didn't respond and continued to walk, swaying back and forth.
"You alright buddy?"
The man suddenly became nervous as the figure continued forward closing the gap between them.
"Hey man, I'm not looking for trouble. My car just broke down that's all."
The man stated backing away with his hands up, palms forward, from the road and walking around the car to put something between them. He slowly reached into the trunk of the car and pulled out his tire iron. He walked to the front of the car, holding it behind his back. The figure again did not reply and continued to walk, the swaying almost becoming hypnotic.
"Look, sir. I don't know what your problem is, but I need you to stop walking towards me."
The man pulled out the tire iron and waved it at the figure.
"I'm not afraid to beat the shit out of you."
The figure stopped walking about five feet away from the man.
"Do you know where she is?"
The man felt chills down his spine when the figure spoke. He still couldn't tell if it was a man or woman from the voice.
"Who are you talking about?"
He asked taking a small step back.
"Where is she?"
The question was urgent and demanding.
"I don't know who're your talking about."
The man was wishing he never engaged the figure as panic was taking over his senses.
"I know she's here, I can feel her."
The figure began to walk towards the man again.
"Stay back asshole. I will hit you!"
"Where is she?"
The figure asked again, raising its hand to point.
"You have hidden her, haven't you?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Give her back, she is mine!"
The figure rushed the man, knocking him down. It placed its hands around his neck and began to shake him. The man tried to hit the figure with his tire iron but it didn't affect the figure at all. He grabbed the figures arms and tried to pull the hands away but the figure was stronger. The man was surprised at how skinny the figure's arms were compared to the strength behind them. Desperate for air the man began to flail, grabbing at anything to make the figure let go. He grabbed a hold of the robe and ripped it free of the figure. The man was stunned to see a skeleton staring him with glowing eyes. It had no eye lids and there were chunks of a nose still left. Some rotten flesh clung to the skeletons head with a few strands of hair still in place. Ligaments still attached to the jaw moving it's mouth as it spoke.
"Where is she?"
It demanded, shaking the man. The man could only gasp and choke unable to speak. Darkness creeping into his vision and loosing all strength in his arms.
"Where is my demon!?"
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