Disclaimer: I own nothing, I don't own my house, my car, my bed nor my
room, so obviously I don't own the characters in this story, all belong to
Joss Whedon. All hail Joss.
Rating: Um..most likely 'PG-13' for some language, violence and a little sexual innuendo.
Pairings: Willow/Tara, Buffy/Spike, Anya/Xander, Angel, Cordy
Time: Takes place about a week after the kick ass Season 6 finale "Grave"
Summary: A new big bad has moved into town, and is looking to recruit the entire Sunnydale population of vampires for his evil plan: setting the sun.permanently. This is a job Buffy and the Scoobs can't handle by themselves, but luckily for them, some unexpected help has arrived.
"Failure is only defined as the lack of will to love."
Kristine Ortho
General Mistress of the Majestic
"Is she ever going to come our of her room?" Anya said as she stuffed her face with mashed potatoes, leaving majority of it on her chin instead of her mouth.
Buffy sighed deeply, "I don't know, but if she doesn't, who could blame her? I know I couldn't, all she's been through," she paused, "losing Tara.."
The table quieted down, everyone dropped their eyes to the floor. After several awkward seconds, maybe even minutes of uncomfortable silence, Xander piped up, "Good dinner Buff, I'm getting sleepy. You know you can always tell it's a good meal when ya get sleepy. He said, rubbing his stomach.
Buffy gave a corner smile, "Thanks Xander, from you I'll take that as a big compliment."
"Of course it's a compliment, I would have a second helping, but if the first one made me this sleepy. a second would probably make me pass out."
"No, no, no, no passing out, I still have dessert," Buffy stood and trotted off to the kitchen.
"Oh goody! Dessert! The most important meal of the day, "Anya happily stated, pushing her mashed potatoes aside.
Xander thought about replying but decided against it instead. After all, Anya was mad at him enough, no reason to give her more ammo.
"Dawnie, you're awfully quiet, something weighing up on your mind?" Xander asked as he sipped his Dr. Pepper.
Dawn looked up, obviously caught off-guard, "Huh? Oh, no. It's just.its just thinking about Willow. Up there, all alone."
"Here we are!" Buffy unintentionally interrupted, "Cherry-chocolate pie, dig in everyone," She plopped the pie on the table then removed her oven mitts. When no one rushed to devour the steaming pie, her expression became more solemn, "I used real chocolate."
"Oh no, It's not that Buff, it's just that we're back on the subject of Willow," he paused, "which reminds me, when was the last time she ate?" Xander asked.
"Don't 'member, I think the morning of.well, you know." Buffy trailed off.
"Maybe you could slip little pieces of food under the door for her," Anya chimed in as she reached for a piece of pie to put on her plate.
"Yeah, then when she does come out, we could put a choke chain on her, teach her to roll over and make her sleep in a kennel," Buffy said sarcastically, but as she saw Anya about to reply, she quickly snapped, "no!"
Anya looked disappointed, but poked at her pie to hide it.
"Well she WILL have to eventually come out, right? I mean, she still has to eat sometime and go to the bathroom." Dawn trailed.
Xander rubbed his chin, "K, here's a thought no one probably wanted to hear, but: What has she been doing 'bout the bathroom thing for the past week?"
A sudden look of terror and surprise swept over Buffy's face as she started off, thinking about the possibilities, "You're right, didn't want to hear that."
"Maybe you should slip some newspaper under the door too," Anya quipped, "You know, just in case she has to go, you don't want to find any unpleasant surprises under the bed, do you?" gingerly testing the cherry- chocolate pie, "Are you sure you put REAL chocolate in here? Tastes funny."
Buffy stared at Anya, amazed at some of the things that came out of her mouth, "No one's slipping anything anywhere. and YES it's real chocolate!" She said, almost offended by the chocolate bit.
"I'm just saying." Anya said as a matter-of-factly. Buffy shook her head, "Sooner or later, she's gonna have to come out."
The chanting grew louder as a blue light fixated on a chalk-drawn circle in the middle of the abandoned warehouse.
"The time is at hand my brethren," a red-cloaked figure with a deep "James Earl Jones" like voice, said, "the only task that remains is acquiring the following of the undead."
The others surrounding him nodded in agreement, and removed their hoods, revealing a black tattoo of a sun that stretched from hairline to chin, then cheek to cheek.
The James Earl Jones wannabe then bellowed, "Bring the messenger."
Two men exited the main room and disappeared out of sight.
A foggy entity arose from the circle and engulfed itself over the deep voiced man, "Tagmouth, you have been good to me. I will repay you once my throne has been reclaimed."
Tagmouth smiled and nodded, "I live to serve you Tunekai, and I swear, you shall rise again," He said to the growing mist.
The two henchmen returned with a rather pissed off looking vampire whose feet and hands were shackled.
"Bring him here," Tagmouth ordered.
They followed, and threw the vampire to his knees before the mist known as Tunekai.
"What the hell?" the vampire questioned, but received no answer. Instead Tunekai began speaking on his own terms, "Mazrath, a demon of the darkness."
The confused vampire replied, "Okay.what of it?"
Tunekai swept closer to Mazrath, who was trying to distance himself from him with no success.
"Have you ever wanted more?" Tunekai asked, "More than just hiding in the shadows, waiting for your prey to near closer so that you may feed? More than being limited to the night?"
Mazrath seemed more interested in what the mist had to say than before.
"I can change that, vampire, I can make it eternally night. You shall no more be confined to the sewers, hiding from sunlight, cowering in it's face."
"Yeah, but what do I have to do?" Mazrath rose to his feet.
"Preach my work, collect me a following of faithful warriors of the undead. Then and only then, shall I make you true predators of the night."
A wide grin appeared over Mazrath's vamped face, "I shall my master, I shall."
Rating: Um..most likely 'PG-13' for some language, violence and a little sexual innuendo.
Pairings: Willow/Tara, Buffy/Spike, Anya/Xander, Angel, Cordy
Time: Takes place about a week after the kick ass Season 6 finale "Grave"
Summary: A new big bad has moved into town, and is looking to recruit the entire Sunnydale population of vampires for his evil plan: setting the sun.permanently. This is a job Buffy and the Scoobs can't handle by themselves, but luckily for them, some unexpected help has arrived.
"Failure is only defined as the lack of will to love."
Kristine Ortho
General Mistress of the Majestic
"Is she ever going to come our of her room?" Anya said as she stuffed her face with mashed potatoes, leaving majority of it on her chin instead of her mouth.
Buffy sighed deeply, "I don't know, but if she doesn't, who could blame her? I know I couldn't, all she's been through," she paused, "losing Tara.."
The table quieted down, everyone dropped their eyes to the floor. After several awkward seconds, maybe even minutes of uncomfortable silence, Xander piped up, "Good dinner Buff, I'm getting sleepy. You know you can always tell it's a good meal when ya get sleepy. He said, rubbing his stomach.
Buffy gave a corner smile, "Thanks Xander, from you I'll take that as a big compliment."
"Of course it's a compliment, I would have a second helping, but if the first one made me this sleepy. a second would probably make me pass out."
"No, no, no, no passing out, I still have dessert," Buffy stood and trotted off to the kitchen.
"Oh goody! Dessert! The most important meal of the day, "Anya happily stated, pushing her mashed potatoes aside.
Xander thought about replying but decided against it instead. After all, Anya was mad at him enough, no reason to give her more ammo.
"Dawnie, you're awfully quiet, something weighing up on your mind?" Xander asked as he sipped his Dr. Pepper.
Dawn looked up, obviously caught off-guard, "Huh? Oh, no. It's just.its just thinking about Willow. Up there, all alone."
"Here we are!" Buffy unintentionally interrupted, "Cherry-chocolate pie, dig in everyone," She plopped the pie on the table then removed her oven mitts. When no one rushed to devour the steaming pie, her expression became more solemn, "I used real chocolate."
"Oh no, It's not that Buff, it's just that we're back on the subject of Willow," he paused, "which reminds me, when was the last time she ate?" Xander asked.
"Don't 'member, I think the morning of.well, you know." Buffy trailed off.
"Maybe you could slip little pieces of food under the door for her," Anya chimed in as she reached for a piece of pie to put on her plate.
"Yeah, then when she does come out, we could put a choke chain on her, teach her to roll over and make her sleep in a kennel," Buffy said sarcastically, but as she saw Anya about to reply, she quickly snapped, "no!"
Anya looked disappointed, but poked at her pie to hide it.
"Well she WILL have to eventually come out, right? I mean, she still has to eat sometime and go to the bathroom." Dawn trailed.
Xander rubbed his chin, "K, here's a thought no one probably wanted to hear, but: What has she been doing 'bout the bathroom thing for the past week?"
A sudden look of terror and surprise swept over Buffy's face as she started off, thinking about the possibilities, "You're right, didn't want to hear that."
"Maybe you should slip some newspaper under the door too," Anya quipped, "You know, just in case she has to go, you don't want to find any unpleasant surprises under the bed, do you?" gingerly testing the cherry- chocolate pie, "Are you sure you put REAL chocolate in here? Tastes funny."
Buffy stared at Anya, amazed at some of the things that came out of her mouth, "No one's slipping anything anywhere. and YES it's real chocolate!" She said, almost offended by the chocolate bit.
"I'm just saying." Anya said as a matter-of-factly. Buffy shook her head, "Sooner or later, she's gonna have to come out."
The chanting grew louder as a blue light fixated on a chalk-drawn circle in the middle of the abandoned warehouse.
"The time is at hand my brethren," a red-cloaked figure with a deep "James Earl Jones" like voice, said, "the only task that remains is acquiring the following of the undead."
The others surrounding him nodded in agreement, and removed their hoods, revealing a black tattoo of a sun that stretched from hairline to chin, then cheek to cheek.
The James Earl Jones wannabe then bellowed, "Bring the messenger."
Two men exited the main room and disappeared out of sight.
A foggy entity arose from the circle and engulfed itself over the deep voiced man, "Tagmouth, you have been good to me. I will repay you once my throne has been reclaimed."
Tagmouth smiled and nodded, "I live to serve you Tunekai, and I swear, you shall rise again," He said to the growing mist.
The two henchmen returned with a rather pissed off looking vampire whose feet and hands were shackled.
"Bring him here," Tagmouth ordered.
They followed, and threw the vampire to his knees before the mist known as Tunekai.
"What the hell?" the vampire questioned, but received no answer. Instead Tunekai began speaking on his own terms, "Mazrath, a demon of the darkness."
The confused vampire replied, "Okay.what of it?"
Tunekai swept closer to Mazrath, who was trying to distance himself from him with no success.
"Have you ever wanted more?" Tunekai asked, "More than just hiding in the shadows, waiting for your prey to near closer so that you may feed? More than being limited to the night?"
Mazrath seemed more interested in what the mist had to say than before.
"I can change that, vampire, I can make it eternally night. You shall no more be confined to the sewers, hiding from sunlight, cowering in it's face."
"Yeah, but what do I have to do?" Mazrath rose to his feet.
"Preach my work, collect me a following of faithful warriors of the undead. Then and only then, shall I make you true predators of the night."
A wide grin appeared over Mazrath's vamped face, "I shall my master, I shall."