Very Rough, Rough Draft
PROLOGUE
She looked around at her surroundings. She was lying downstream of a giant waterfall in crystal clear water. To her left was a small riverbank with giant trees growing upwards towards the sky. On the riverbank lay her clothes, a small map and compass. To the right of her were hundred metre high granite cliffs that fell straight down. The girl floated down the river, head first. She was so powerful in this world. She knew everything there was to know. She was happy. She closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, she was in a different place, standing before an old country road. She took in her surrounds. It wasn't until she turned around that she noticed a cord attached to her back. It was her spirit cord. A cord of silverish light that connects a soul to it's body.
"My Spirit Cord. If this is my spirit cord, I must be in the astral plane," she thought to herself. She knew that, that was impossible. By the looks of things, she was in the living realm, where those that are alive and well in the Earth Plane of existence can go. A little voice came into her head,
"It's time to go back Faith. Time for you to regain the power that was taken from you and is rightfully yours." As soon as the voice stopped, everything disappeared and she could no longer see. But she was falling. Afraid that she was going to hit solid ground, she panicked. All her muscles in her body tensed and she sat up and opened her eyes
She bolted upright and looked at the white bed-sheets of her hospital bed. She was wondering where she was, then she felt the pain of the drip going into her arm. She became more aware now, of the things around her. The respirator on her mouth, and the heart rate monitor on her chest. People were running around outside in the corridor. Doctors and Nurses by the look of things. Suddenly she realised where she was. In the real world. She had awoken from her coma. She had no idea how long she had been in the coma, and no idea about what was going on. There was a loud crash outside the hospital. Slowly, she struggled to her feet and practically dragged herself along the wall to the window. It was then that she saw what was going on. Outside the hospital, a swarm of demons were trashing the car park. 'Either it's the end of the world, and the forces of Good need all the help they can get, or I'm having a really bad dream' Faith thought. What she saw next chilled her to the bone. Inside a construction yard, there was a huge tower rising up at least seven or eight stories high. There was a gangplank like structure jutting out from the side of the tower. Underneath, was a giant mass of swirling blue energy. A Dragon- like creature flew out from it and started attacking the houses around the tower. Faith could see two figures up on top of the tower. Suddenly, her vision became clear, and she could see the figures at the top of the tower, like she was standing right next to them. She gasped as she recognised one of the figures: Buffy Summers. The slayer that had put her in the coma. She didn't recognise the other person. She could clearly hear what they were saying
"Buffy, I have to. The energy…" the unrecognised person said
"It'll kill you," Buffy replied
"I know. I know about the ritual. The blood flows, and the gates will open. The gates will close when the blood flows no more." Buffy just stared at the other person. Faith saw visions in her head. In the first, she saw who she recognised as Spike saying 'It's always got to be blood.' In the next vision, Faith saw Buffy standing with the other person holding her hand over a wound. Buffy said "See this. It's Summers' Blood. In the next vision Faith saw a desert nomad with a painted face crouching before a fire. A ghostly voice was saying 'Death is your gift." The last vision was of Buffy saying 'She is me. The monks made her out of me.' Then the visions stopped, and Faith saw Buffy looking towards the end of the runway
"Buffy. No!" she heard the other person say.
"Dawn. I have to."
Faith drew back as she realised what Buffy was going to do. She hated Buffy, but admired her as well. She was so strong, so dedicated. She had a determination and strength that Faith could never have. Faith went back to the window to watch. She saw Buffy kiss the person Faith guessed was called Dawn. Faith saw Buffy turn around and run down the runway and jump off. 'Even in her death, Buffy has to be graceful,' Faith thought. She saw Buffy fall into the energy mass. Saw the portal close, and the lifeless Buffy fall to the ground. That is why Faith admired Buffy. She made the ultimate sacrifice to save the world. Faith could never do that. Suddenly, Faith was swamped with power and energy. She fell to her knees, and then to the floor and convulsed. It was five minutes before she could stand. Once on her feet, she understood what had happened. The power of the Slayer that Buffy had in her, had just gone to Faith. Giving Faith the full strength of a Slayer, instead of what she had before. Just half the power and potential of a slayer, because there were two living then, now there was only one. She thought that it was a pity that Buffy had to die, even though Faith hated her. She hated her because Buffy was a better person, a better fighter, better at school, a better Slayer than Faith was. Those were the reasons that she had come up with that could explain her almost killing Buffy before the coma. That, and the hypnotism of the Mayor, who she guessed was dead by now. But for now on, she needn't worry about any of those things. Buffy was gone; the Mayor was presumedly dead. It was time for her to have some fun.
"Look out Sunnydale. I'm back and better than ever," she said to herself.
PROLOGUE
She looked around at her surroundings. She was lying downstream of a giant waterfall in crystal clear water. To her left was a small riverbank with giant trees growing upwards towards the sky. On the riverbank lay her clothes, a small map and compass. To the right of her were hundred metre high granite cliffs that fell straight down. The girl floated down the river, head first. She was so powerful in this world. She knew everything there was to know. She was happy. She closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, she was in a different place, standing before an old country road. She took in her surrounds. It wasn't until she turned around that she noticed a cord attached to her back. It was her spirit cord. A cord of silverish light that connects a soul to it's body.
"My Spirit Cord. If this is my spirit cord, I must be in the astral plane," she thought to herself. She knew that, that was impossible. By the looks of things, she was in the living realm, where those that are alive and well in the Earth Plane of existence can go. A little voice came into her head,
"It's time to go back Faith. Time for you to regain the power that was taken from you and is rightfully yours." As soon as the voice stopped, everything disappeared and she could no longer see. But she was falling. Afraid that she was going to hit solid ground, she panicked. All her muscles in her body tensed and she sat up and opened her eyes
She bolted upright and looked at the white bed-sheets of her hospital bed. She was wondering where she was, then she felt the pain of the drip going into her arm. She became more aware now, of the things around her. The respirator on her mouth, and the heart rate monitor on her chest. People were running around outside in the corridor. Doctors and Nurses by the look of things. Suddenly she realised where she was. In the real world. She had awoken from her coma. She had no idea how long she had been in the coma, and no idea about what was going on. There was a loud crash outside the hospital. Slowly, she struggled to her feet and practically dragged herself along the wall to the window. It was then that she saw what was going on. Outside the hospital, a swarm of demons were trashing the car park. 'Either it's the end of the world, and the forces of Good need all the help they can get, or I'm having a really bad dream' Faith thought. What she saw next chilled her to the bone. Inside a construction yard, there was a huge tower rising up at least seven or eight stories high. There was a gangplank like structure jutting out from the side of the tower. Underneath, was a giant mass of swirling blue energy. A Dragon- like creature flew out from it and started attacking the houses around the tower. Faith could see two figures up on top of the tower. Suddenly, her vision became clear, and she could see the figures at the top of the tower, like she was standing right next to them. She gasped as she recognised one of the figures: Buffy Summers. The slayer that had put her in the coma. She didn't recognise the other person. She could clearly hear what they were saying
"Buffy, I have to. The energy…" the unrecognised person said
"It'll kill you," Buffy replied
"I know. I know about the ritual. The blood flows, and the gates will open. The gates will close when the blood flows no more." Buffy just stared at the other person. Faith saw visions in her head. In the first, she saw who she recognised as Spike saying 'It's always got to be blood.' In the next vision, Faith saw Buffy standing with the other person holding her hand over a wound. Buffy said "See this. It's Summers' Blood. In the next vision Faith saw a desert nomad with a painted face crouching before a fire. A ghostly voice was saying 'Death is your gift." The last vision was of Buffy saying 'She is me. The monks made her out of me.' Then the visions stopped, and Faith saw Buffy looking towards the end of the runway
"Buffy. No!" she heard the other person say.
"Dawn. I have to."
Faith drew back as she realised what Buffy was going to do. She hated Buffy, but admired her as well. She was so strong, so dedicated. She had a determination and strength that Faith could never have. Faith went back to the window to watch. She saw Buffy kiss the person Faith guessed was called Dawn. Faith saw Buffy turn around and run down the runway and jump off. 'Even in her death, Buffy has to be graceful,' Faith thought. She saw Buffy fall into the energy mass. Saw the portal close, and the lifeless Buffy fall to the ground. That is why Faith admired Buffy. She made the ultimate sacrifice to save the world. Faith could never do that. Suddenly, Faith was swamped with power and energy. She fell to her knees, and then to the floor and convulsed. It was five minutes before she could stand. Once on her feet, she understood what had happened. The power of the Slayer that Buffy had in her, had just gone to Faith. Giving Faith the full strength of a Slayer, instead of what she had before. Just half the power and potential of a slayer, because there were two living then, now there was only one. She thought that it was a pity that Buffy had to die, even though Faith hated her. She hated her because Buffy was a better person, a better fighter, better at school, a better Slayer than Faith was. Those were the reasons that she had come up with that could explain her almost killing Buffy before the coma. That, and the hypnotism of the Mayor, who she guessed was dead by now. But for now on, she needn't worry about any of those things. Buffy was gone; the Mayor was presumedly dead. It was time for her to have some fun.
"Look out Sunnydale. I'm back and better than ever," she said to herself.