"No More…"
A Buffy the Vampire Slayer Fanfic
By Quick-n-Popular
Note: Buffy, and all characters related to the show are sole properties of Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy, Warner Bros. Television, and Twentieth Century Fox. I claim only those I've created specifically in this fan fiction.
Chapter One: Of Aristocrats and Slayers
Fredrich Karnz was born in Munich, Germany on December 18th 1559. His family was that of power, prestige, and murder.
None of the Karnz's gained anything from heritage; everything they owned was gained by spilling of blood.
Johanne and Georgiana Mele Karnz were the most feared of the German aristocratic families. So much, that any invitation to one of their extravagant balls was quickly answered with an indefinite yes. Any who rejected were found out and slaughtered.
Fredrich, in direct opposition to his family's infamy, was a gentleman.
Treating everyone as if they were in an equal circle as his own.
By the age of Twenty-four he had managed to squander half of his money to establish home-less shelters in the Far East region of Munich.
He would greet everyone he would meet on the street, something highly unusual for a member of the sadistic Karnz family.
However, his family's name always stood between him and the love from the public, to which he craved.
His actions were always disapproved by those in high society, despite the fact everyone in that said society feared the Karnz family.
Fredrich's own family despised their heir's good humanity.
Rumor came around town quickly that Johanne had the right mind to set his son a proper example and have him disemboweled, in full view of the public, at the public square.
Despite public opinion, Johanne actually revered his son with some liking.
Johanne Karnz tried desperately to engage his son with public setting with those high in power.
One rule that was frequently reminded to young Fredrich, which seemed to be the family motto, was "Intimidation equals power, with power comes authority."
Fredrich still maintained his firm belief that all mankind was good and that no power could be gained by bringing fear.
November 6th, 1583 – London, England
Attending one of the balls of her majesty Queen Elizabeth, with his family, Fredrich was finding the evening to be very dull, indeed.
Having to sit with his family while his father seemed to sell himself in every way possible to see the Queen herself, Fredrich spent most of the evening looking at his shoes.
Everyone was dressed in their usual self-congratulatory ball gowns, men garbed in their powdered wigs, and the young women shrieking with giddiness as they discussed such mundane topics as their dowry earnings to their boisterous opinions in French politics.
Fredrich hated these social gatherings, any gatherings for that matter.
He would rather be at a local tavern and engage with the common man than be here.
A man by the entrance banged his staff against the floor and announced, "Presenting to the Court, his lord and lady ship the Count Ferenc Nadasdy and his Countess Miss Elizabeth Bathory of Cachtice!"
The room hushed as the two entered the room.
The count, as if he were in a walking slumber, took little notice as to those around him as he made his way to the Queen.
The Count was a very proud looking man who had that middle-Eastern look with the browned skin, long black beard, and with that, long black hair.
Everyone was in extreme awe of him.
Of course, Fredrich wasn't.
Fredrich's eyes were on that of the Count's Countess.
Her hair tied back in that of a puff of auburn hair, her elegant white ball gown seemed to bring out the color of her hair all the more.
Her eyes, were what captivated him.
Green as a royal gem and illuminating like the sun rising.
Fredrich calmly shook his head and try to act more civil.
After they made paid their good tidings towards the Queen, the Count and his Countess separated and went opposite ways to mingle.
Fredrich swallowed as a got up and followed slowly towards the Countess.
This had to be the very first night to where he was very aware of his own tongue.
Swallowing, he walked to where she was being served some champagne.
Fredrich tried to think of every conceivable line of discussion could be made with this woman.
Taking a deep breath, he followed her as she left the confines and to a darkened area behind a pillar.
As soon as he came to the pillar he felt someone grab him and pull him around and behind the pillar.
It was her.
"Countess! I, uh…"
The Countess smiled and put a finger to her lips, "Shhh."
Fredrich found himself sweating underneath his garb as his eyes found themselves wandering down to the barely exposed chasm of her cleavage.
To Fredrich's surprise, she had placed a firm hand on the left side of his buttocks.
Fredrich was finding himself lost in her eyes and soon found himself, as well, leaning over and kissing her.
She never pulled away, nor did she give any hesitance towards the kiss.
It seemed to Fredrich, that she was encouraging this.
As soon as their lips parted from each other, Fredrich looked at her face and still found himself drunk from it.
She smiled.
Fredrich smiled back.
Then her face tightened and her once marvelous pupils, turned yellow and demonic.
Fredrich's eyes went wide with horror and then he felt her turn his head abruptly to the side and a sharp, excruciating, pain come from his neck.
April 13th, 2003 – Astoria, Oregon
Buffy Summers sat alone, by herself, in her bathroom, in the tiny little house that she was renting in Astoria, Oregon.
It had been several weeks since she had closed up the Hellmouth that was in Sunnydale, California.
Well, actually, closing up the town as well. Seeing as how the town was swallowed whole as the Hellmouth closed.
After that moment, with Slayers all over the globe now endowed, Buffy had been given the chance for rest. Giles had protested the idea, but soon yielded and permitted Buffy to start a new life for herself.
Well, herself and Dawn.
Buffy had them move near to her cousin's place alongside the Oregon coast. Strangely enough, Willow and Xander soon joined them. Both of whom refused to leave the side of Buffy. The coming of Willow also came with her life-partner, Kennedy, another Slayer.
In this early morning, the noise of Dawn and Willow coming in but none of it coming to her attention as she sat on the seat of the toilet staring at a white stick, which was trembling in her left hand.
This stick had a plus sign.
Soon, there was a banging on the door.
"Buffy! Are you done yet? I need my hairbrush!" Dawn said.
Buffy didn't answer.
Outside of the bathroom, Kennedy approached Dawn, looking curiously at her and then at the door.
"She's still in there?"
Dawn sighed out loud and nodded.
Los Angeles, California – La Brea
A tall man of handsome features, brooding some may say being more of a factor, walked along with other tourists during a late, night, group tour of the newly improved Tar pits.
He soon found himself looking out, like the other onlookers at the many things sticking out at the tar pits, the pits themselves being illuminated by the numerous florescent lights.
He smiled watching the young faces looking at the pits with such awe and admiration.
The man smiled as he thought to himself, "This has to be the only place older than me."
Suddenly, there was a scream from a woman amongst the group.
The man looked to where she was being terrified and saw a man, half-submerged within the tar itself.
Taking action, The man leapt from the group, over the railing, and onto the embankment. Rushing over, his overcoat flapping in the slight breeze, he came over and lift the man, underneath his shoulders out of the pits.
The man's face was contorted, signifying what the other man had suspected.
Taking out a bag of blood from a side pocket, he fed the creature and it stirred as it felt the red delight touch it's chapped lips.
Soon, it was drinking from it and when the bag was finished, the face reformed to a more human looking feature.
The other man threw the bag away and sat back as the man looked up at him, smiling.
"Hello Angelus."
The other man nodded, "Hello, Karnz."
To be continued…
A/N: I realize this is rather short, and a bit confusing, but I'm still working on an outline as to how I want this story to go. So, I guess, you could probably see this as a teaser, rather than a chapter. But, this does signify what lays in store, if only giving a hint.
Q-n-P