Episode One: Diary
Chapter One: A New Beginning
"Do I need him? Should I... return to him?"
o o o
"In a time where people longed for peace and stood in between wars, the humans faced a foe that even in the far off future won't even know its existence. The undead; the vampires. And they - the mortals - talk about them in horror novels, considering them as fictional. But they truly exist... and they also have a dreaded enemy; the Vampire Slayer, the Chosen One, the one girl strong enough to face the blood lusting race. She would save mankind many times over, while staying in the shadows of the humans' false beliefs."
"Among those of the undead were the merciless, joined together in an attempt to live their un-life bathed in blood. Those were the murderers who's names were Darla, Angelus, Drusilla and Spike: the infamous Fanged Four."
"As for me, I wasn't so much a part of them, but I know everything there is to know about those legendary vampires. Everything. I suppose I even know more about them than what they know themselves. Or what they don't want to let others know anyway. I discovered Angelus when it was too late; I was sleeping for what I figured was an eternity. This was a minor setback since immediately following the return of his soul, his old crew still carried on his vicious legacy and they would soon make history..."
o o o
He joyfully walked down the stairs of a church in London, licking clean the blood drip dangling on the corner of his lips. The fiend grinned wickedly before jumping the last few steps and heading through the paved streets of the rainy city. His overbearing ramble drove people to crawl against the wall in fright. This malicious vampire couldn't resist to fake one or two scares to noblemen passing by. Spike. Who else? He walked pass an aristocratic house whose inhabitants were uttering phony giggles through the window, the shadows of the men and women holding up their drinks cast on the silken crème-colored drapes. Spike came back, paused and cunningly chit-chatted with the butler to be offered invitation, then made his way into the mansion. And after a short period of time, the laughs turned to screams as the drapes of the street window got spattered of blood. Inside, Spike fed off the last living man in the room when Darla came out from the backyard, accompanied, making her own silly laughter.
She looked upon Spike, irritated and surprised, while on the other hand, he looked puzzled, wondering what he could have possibly done wrong this time. Darla's companion's eyes were filled with terror, thus the understandable turning around in a flash in order to bolt out of his own dwelling... but she locked his jaw with her delicate and gripping hands, the disturbing snap enough to send the most valiant of man running for the hills. As she morphed to her true nature, her teeth lowered down on the neck, the canines ripping, beating against the damp flesh. A fatal exchange of blood to serve one's selfish desires, the need to live a life not meant to be lived. Death followed. After the body thumped on the floor, Darla silently stared at Spike with manifest displeasure.
Spike: What?!
Darla: They were our contacts to acquire the lovely estate on the cliff in the country, Spike. Now we're once more fit for the gutter!
Spike: What ya yappin' about, beautiful? You got this snobbish hole for yourself now. (Looks at the dead bodies) I fancy this as a bed and breakfast... mom.
(Darla sighs desperately.)
Darla: Our madwoman not on your arm?!
(Drusilla surprises everyone, standing in the entrance hall giving to the living room)
Drusilla: You're both here and it spoke it to me. Was getting at the golden demons, dancing...
Darla: Yeesss... (Short pause) Sun rises soon. Go to sleep, all of you.
Drusilla: Had it hard a night tonight. All flies with flesh! But I'm not thirsty!
o o o
During the day, the vampires slept while their deaths were being planned. A rich yet not too old man walks difficultly with his cane up to his desk, where three men stood in front of, waiting impatiently. At the sight of the rich gent, all the hypocrite men turned their frowns upside down... all but the middle one who barely turned his head to look, presumably being able to see enough with half an eye. The rich gentleman sat at his desk upon which maps and books overspread the surface, concealing what was once a working space.
Arthur: Where is she now?
Man#1: The coast guards have spotted her coming back to London two days ago.
Arthur: Why wasn't I informed?!
Man#2: We needed to be certain, Arthur.
Arthur: Are you now?
Man#2: Absolutely.
Arthur: Well gentlemen, we have our plan. Let's put it in action.
(Short silence)
Arthur: What is it Whipper, cat got you tongue?
The middle one, responding to Whipper, raised his head. His most noticeable traits were his black eye patch and his slight scar below the eye that could not have been fully hidden by said patch. Arthur stunned. Obviously, that scratch was recent, which explained that edge, that bitterness in his voice.
Whipper: Something like that.
Arthur: Dear God! What in heaven's name happened to you?!
Whipper: You can say that a wild cat scratched out my cornea.
Arthur: Must have hurt...
Whipper: Not as much as its going to hurt the cat.
(Young woman interrupts the conversation, standing at the door.)
Catherine: Talking about felines Mr. Whipper? Such pleasing animals.
Whipper: Not always, Ms. Addams.
(Arthur stands up, controlling his mild rage at the unexpected sight of the woman)
Arthur: Gentlemen, you all know my daughter, Catherine.
(The men agree with Arthur and salute Catherine)
Arthur: Sweetheart, we're in the middle of a very important meeting, I--
Catherine: Forgive me, father, but mother is going mad against the curtains and I believe she will very much kill the maid.
Arthur: Then let her be. It's not like she does much around here anyway.
(Low mocking laughs among the men)
Catherine: You must be joking me...?
Arthur: Catherine! I don't have time for your mother's delusions. If she doesn't like the curtains, fine! I'll buy her new ones. Now leave me before I must dismiss you in a somewhat less civil matter.
(Catherine looks at her father also containing her rage. She pauses while fixating her father's eyes. Not wanting to disobey him, she leaves.)
Arthur: Tonight... she will pay.
o o o
Nightfall hits London and the vampires of the world awake from their slumber. Spike gets out of bed and comes to Drusilla to wake her up. She startles, but he gagged her with his hand, silencing her clamoring.
Spike: Hush, my love.
Spike, snorting rather mischievously, leads a calmer Drusilla into the corridor. She shows signs of excitement, but all hopes of a successful escape just went up in flames when, both of them, freeze when the corridor light flicks on. Drusilla looks behind, but Spike doesn't, knowing full well who the person is and what kind of face that person is wearing now.
Darla: Going somewhere?
Spike: Yes. Out.
Darla: Not tonight, you know why.
Drusilla: (Ecstatic like a little girl, she questions Darla to see if it's really true.) We're going shopping?!
Darla: Yes, we are.