(The setting was dark and heavily shadowed by trees and towering buildings. The only light came from the shining moon and stars, looking up you could see the moon was full tonight.
Panning around three figures were walking towards a small dark building it appeared to be old and slowly deteriorating. The first figure was a female, zooming in on her hand there was a small tattoo.
The tattoo showed a python warped around a crescent moon, it almost appeared as if the reptile was squeezing the moon, a drop of blood was also falling from the snakes hanging tail. Instead of the craters and spots on the both, the moon and the snake there were ancient marking of a dead language. The two other men behind the female also had the same tattoo.
The woman rested her hand on a knob at the top of the steps and the door quickly opened allowing the three to enter. Panning around behind them, the last male walked within the building and the door quickly shut.
Zooming in on the door the view went black to a dank poorly lit room. It looked like a cave and smelled like tadpole habitat. Moving downward many shadowed figures of every shape and size are passed. The picture settled on a stone table with jagged edges. Most of the figures sat down while a few stood on the other edges of the room, the picture moved once again settling on the female figure. Looking past the angled view of her darkened face the table was clearly seen.
A hooded figure walked out towards the table a large cylinder wrapped in their hands reaching the table they flung it forward the cylinder unraveled revealing a long scroll. The figure pulled back their hood; zooming in on the figures face, it was a female. Her skin was dark with a reddish hue to it; there were markings and lines on her face made with charcoal. Her hair had a lot of volume her silver locks following behind her like waves. The woman's eyes were black and green enhanced by thick silver lashes.)
Woman: Welcome all…demons, humans, vampires, and sorcerers alike. You're all here for the same reason I am…because of the ancient prophesy. I imagine many of you are still skeptical but I have conformation it still stands!
(The woman's voice was deep and thunderous, while her tone filled with excitement. Some of the crowd listened intently even gasping at her last sentence. The female from earlier leaned forward grinning eagerly.)
Woman: They were wrong when they thought our messiah could be harvested eleven years ago but today when can retrieve her and we will raise her in the shadow of darkness.
(Eager listeners of the crowd clapped and cheered as the woman's blood red lips curled into a smile. The claps subsided when a tall elderly looking demon with white hair and black skin stepped before the woman)
Demon: Eltullah (he bowed before the woman) My clan will gladly follow you as we did your father but this time I cannot permit myself to follow blindly, I need proof.
(The woman now known as Eltullah nodded.)
Eltullah: Very well Rinsheart I will give you your proof and I will prove my statement to all those who will not take my word. You see here (she pointed at a line written in a dead language) they thought it said 'She will return to full blood where there is half' that was just one of the many translation mistakes they made, what it really says is…
(The scene faded to black.
Black changed a yellowish-golden color surrounding black, going back even further both colors could be traced to an almond shaped eye. The teenager who the eye belonged to smiled her honey colored skin soaking up the sunrays. Her and a friend's mouth moved animatedly talking but it was to far back to hear the conversation.
Panning around many tall trees were towering over neighborhood homes, most of the houses were large and Victorian looking. The sun shined down over the friendly looking community from a clear sky and birds chirped happily as the girl walked past small brushes and gardens.
Swooping back down there was a close up on the girl's features. She had small almond shaped eyes spilling over those eyes slightly was auburn colored bangs streaked with small traces of gold along with the rest of her curly auburn colored hair that reached down past her shoulder. Her nose was as small and cute as a button and her plump lips colored a soft rose. The view pulled back as she smiled revealing white straight teeth and she stepped up the stairs off a medium sized house. She appeared shorter then most girls standing at about 5'2 and not weighing to less or too much at about 125 lbs.
Reaching the top steps she stopped eyeing an older teenage boy his skin a shade darker then hers, a deep golden and spiky black hair streaked with gold. His long muscular body sprawled out on a lawn chair looking like a lazy cat wearing basketball shorts and a black tank top.)
Girl: (yelling) Michael.
(Michael stretched hearing is name opening his tired oval shaped eyes, a close up revealed beautiful hazel irises with deep speckles of gold in them and a crescent shaped nose curving up. Yawning he stretched his medium sized mouth with slightly thin reddish colored lips. He peered over at the younger girl with mild irritation.)
Michael: (groans) Amaris you know I'm crabby when I first wake up, your such a douche.
(Amaris giggled walking over to the elder brunette causing Michael to snort)
Michael: (sourly) Great laugh it up at my annoyance.
(Continuing her giggles, she plopped down on the taller males lap causing he to grunt in pain at the force of her weight. He frowned down at the girl to emphasize his displeasure with her.)
Amaris: (hugging him) Mike why aren't you back at your dorm? (She moved sitting Indian style across from him, his legs spilling over the sides) If I'm bothering you, so much you should go back home.
(Shifting she rested her head in his lap and smiled up at him, Mike just continued to frown. Looking around his eyes squinted at the harsh sunlight and shrugged. His eyes resting on a moving van park outside next door.)
Mike: (laying back) I came here under the false impression of being able to get some peace and quite. I need to rest up for my exam tomorrow and my roommates are far too fucking loud. I was sorely wrong to think I'd be able to study in this madhouse either with all you douche bags around. Your family a bunch of fucking jerks, you know that? They don't seem to understand that I need to pass this test tomorrow or I fail and have to repeat the class.
Amaris: (frowning) Sorry Mikey but they're your family to. Why don't you study at the library? (Mike shook his head)
Mike: (sighing) I get really bored and go to sleep.
Amaris: Well, I don't know c'mon, let's go inside the insane asylum big bro.
(The two siblings rouse from the lawn chair, the elder brother towering over his younger sister at the height of 6'2, his loose fitting shorts rippled as he stretched unwinding his muscles. Amaris yawned slightly moving over to the edge of the shaded porch dragging her school bag behind her she stood peering over at the house next door, slightly larger then their own a few older boys around her brothers age carried furniture into the house. A large hand rested on her thin shoulders.)
Mike: Must be new college students.
(Amaris nodded looking them over the first one to come out of the house heading towards the truck had a light brown complexion. She could feel the sting in her cheeks of her mouth watering as if he was some tasty treat he was taller then her but she doubted he was taller then Mike and had a wide muscular build, his arms looked as if the could crush her. His shiny black hair glittered in the sunlight and his eyes were some light color appearing to flicker as he moved about. This gorgeous specimen passed another male equally as handsome if not even more.
She felt a slight chill of excitement run down her spine. Raw sexuality and danger flitted about him as he moved passed, he and the first male carrying a small couch. Sweat glistening on his smooth body, his shirt having been discarded in either the van or the house sometime ago. Watching the muscles in both, his arms and legs flex with every movement she pinched herself to see if she was dreaming but her skin just tingled. Reaching the door Amaris watched his head drop as he let go of the couch the sun catching his cherry red hair making it shine even more. Rubbing the back of his neck his face contorting as he showed the look of slight pain he looked over in her direction.
Amaris smiled slightly a blush creeping over her. Mike choose this moment to stop looking at a girl hefting a small box wearing very short shorts to cover her eyes and pull her into the hallway.)
Mike: (teasing) I didn't know you were old enough to be interested in guys.
Amaris: (rolls eye; snots) Mike I'm fifteen I've like boys since I was in the 3rd grade.
(Mike jutted his tongue out at her smacking the back of her head.)
Mike: (pointing a finger at her) Well, no dating until your thirty
(Amaris smiled as her eyes rolled choosing to let him live in denial. As an attractive looking girl, though a late bloomer, Amaris had her first date by the 7th grade.
Both of the moved into a kitchen area, it was large and appeared as if it was handle with great care but was where most of someone's time had been spent. Soft blue floral patterns and cherry wood cabinets lined the walls; a small cherry wood island with baby blue tiles and hardwood floors with carved floral patterns gave the feeling of home. The refrigerator blended in with the many cabinets and the stove and oven had been set into a cabinet along with an air conditioning system.
The two siblings smiled the sticky sweet smell of baked goods putting them at ease. A plate of cookies sat on the table only adding to the warm friendly environment of the kitchen. Amaris brushed pass Mike twisting a glazed cherry wood wicker chair in his way, he frowned at her back moving it back into his rightful place continuing on to join her. The auburn haired girl grabbed a cookie from the table her eyes closing in delight of the taste the warm chocolate chips leaving melt chocolate goo dripping from her lips.)
Woman:(stern)Amaris put that down! Those are for your brothers they had there first day of school today.
(The woman frowned at the guilty looking teenage girl as she stuffed the cookie in her mouth licking the dripping chocolate off her lips. Her curly hair looking like swirling waves of chocolate spilling down over her shoulder and half way down her back swayed as she shook her head in disapproval. Mike pushed her in the back as he reached Amaris he long arms already had grabbed a cookie, she cough and pounded a fist against her chest. )
Amaris: (shoving) You jerk! I almost died
(The apparent twenty year old smiled at her over reaction, sea green eyes with speckles of gold shining. She stood over the younger girl as Mike left the two alone in the kitchen, Amaris looked up at the woman who had a good four inches on her curiously.)
Amaris: (questioning) Mom, what's up with you?
(The scene faded returning to the usual black.
The returning image was black leather; pulling back, a long leather black duster was seen along with platinum blonde hair. The sky was once again dark the sun and full moon shining down on the scenery of short trees shadowing many things. Black Doc Martins pressed down on the grass crushing it under its soles on the way to their destination.
Taking a long drag of the cigarette dangling between his fingers, he flicked the butt down on the ground as he passed another headstone. Reaching a crypt the man flung the door open storming inside. He was met when a tall skinny brunette freezing as he entered, by the few items in her hand it could be assumed she was tidying up. His journey came to a halt as her stern blue eyes stared into his angry blue ones.)
Girl:(slowly)Spike, what's up?
Spike: (angry) I come to my crypt with the full intent of getting smashed but you bloody Summer's women still manage to thwart my plans no more where I am.
(The tall girl rolled her eyes summing up the one thing that could get her friend so angry.)
Girl: (raised eyebrow) Buffy?
(Spike nodded deflating, realizing the younger girl had done to anger him causing the feelings to dissolve. He moved to sit on the sarcophagus slightly opened at a corner running a hand threw his currently slicked back hair his strong cheekbones clenching.)
SpikeYea Bit home for a few weeks and we're already back into the same old routine.
Girl: Well you know with Buffy old habits die-hard. Let's talk about it outside.
Spike: (sighs) Don't feel like one for going outside.
Girl: (coaxing) Well you know what I think, better out then in.
(The scene faded to white and returning to white and shadowed lines.
Circling back, the blonde haired male and brunette teenager are seated on a bench a melting ice cream cone in her hand and a cup in his. The girl laughs and Spike musters a smile. Moving closer to the pair autumn leaves fall and the leaves sways with a soft breeze.
The girl decides to pay some attention to her cone as the elder male tells his troubles.)
Spike: (frowns) I just don't know what wrong with the bloody chit, pet. Maybe returning from the dead wonked her brain, made her kiss me, but it felt real to me. You know, Dawn?
(Dawn's nose scrunched he rarely ever called her by his name.)
Dawn: (shrugs) I never really got Buffy…and I remember growing up with her. She changed completely when we moved to Sunnydale but it just made me understand her even less. Then I over-heard you and Buffy tell mom she was the Slayer and I understood the transformation but still not her. When we lived back in LA she played the ruthless simple Valley girl but I was to young to understand the cruelty of high school. There is one thing I understand Buffy wants to protect everyone, most of all herself.
(Spike nodded he had studied Buffy for along time the time they've known each other spanning through the years. He understood her Slayer half but only parts of the average girl.)
Spike: I'll keep that in mind Bit thanks.
(They shared a small smile and Dawn ate the last of her cone. She leaned forward catching the attention of her counterpart who was staring into the distance.)
Dawn: (thinking) Spike…? (His eyes met hers) Are all demons evil?
(Spike thought for a second before opening his mouth to answer. It shut as quickly as it opened and he consulted his thoughts again.)
Spike: (thinking) Well, Bit…it's complicated, I guess. You see demons are like humans, they start with the same choices to be good or evil or neutral. But there are different factors, environment for starters and lack of generational repression of innate instincts. Humans have had centuries, while if a demon choose to be good or was raised to be good the innate instincts could resurface.
Dawn: (frowned) Sorry I asked Mister demonology, I feel a headache coming on.
Spike: Well Bit you asked and last year I had a lot of time to ask myself the question. I know of one set of demons for sure that can be either, like humans. They're believed to be the root of all living beings: humans, vampires, and demons.
(Dawn dilated her interest in the subject ablaze. The elder male seeing this sighed standing he threw his cup in a nearby trash bin telling her he'd elaborate some other time. In the back of his mind, he hoped she'd forget about it but knew his Nibblet would return tomorrow still just as curious.
The slender brunette teen sighed with displeasure as Spike walked her home. Reaching her home, she walked up the stairs waving him off with a smile that confirmed his thoughts and turned to the door passing through the threshold.
The lone man breathed deeply his clear blues gravitating to a window looking longing at the dim-lit room he turned off starting back to the graveyard.
The scene faded. Eltullah was once again seen her hooded cloak open draping over her shoulders. The female figure from earlier kneeled before her raising she gave a report of the day plans that were successfully set in motion.)
Eltullah: (smiles) A house next door perfect.
(She rolled her 'r' her small tongue flicking over her teeth. The female nodded pushing back long locks of straight hair the color of the suns rays nicely matched with crème colored skin. Eerie black and green eyes peered into hers as Eltullah hand came closer roughly cupping her chin. The beautiful face of the demon curled into a nasty snarl.)
Eltullah: (seething) Now you run back to your master and tell him not to fuck this up like you and your clan did for my father.
(The demoness pushed her head away and the girl nodding storming out her lair. Her blueberry colored eyes brimming with hatred they flashed to yellow as she shifted into game face. A low growl exited her mouth she exited going off scene, the scene faded to darkness a final time.)
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