The quiet of the night was shattered as a large motorcycle roared up to the limits of Sunnydale, CA. The rider was tall, blonde and would have been extremely good looking if he hadn't been quite so pale. As the rider surveyed the landscape around him, his face transformed, providing him with a ridged forehead, gleaming eyes and fangs that to any normal girl were somewhat of a turn off as well!
The vampire, Jonathan, killed the engine of his bike and stood revelling in the quietness of the summer night. He could almost feel the power of this place, this Hellmouth. It was said that here the boundaries between Earth and demon dimensions were at their narrowest and that this was the ideal place for a vampire to live and thrive. That is, of course, if they managed to stay out of the way of the Slayer! Still, Jonathan had no intention of mixing it up with that teen killer, he'd heard enough horror stories about her to convince him that it was best to stay away, (second hand stories of course, most of the individuals who had first hand experience of the Slayer were no longer around to talk about it!)
But he needed to be here, he was sick of running from her. She'd almost caught him in LA. The vampire with a soul that she'd employed was damn good, if it hadn't been for the brunette, what was her name? Oh yes Cordelia! Well if it hadn't been for Cordelia then Jonathan would have been dust by now. Her friends were too busy trying to stop the flow of blood from her neck to chase after him. But she had given him some very useful information, in fact it was her that had revealed the existence of the Hellmouth under Sunnydale and tipped him off to the fact that there was a Slayer located there. A good Slayer too.
So Jonathan had done his homework, researching the place, it's history, it's people and it's darker side. Now he believed that this was the place and now was the time. Time to end this hunt once and for all. All he had to do was avoid the damn Slayer and find the place where he would be at his strongest, where he could do what he had come here to.
But right now he was hungry. After all Cordelia had been some time ago now and he hadn't even got to finish her. First order of the night was food, something young and blonde preferably, then he would find the place in which the final showdown would take place.
The vampire, Jonathan, killed the engine of his bike and stood revelling in the quietness of the summer night. He could almost feel the power of this place, this Hellmouth. It was said that here the boundaries between Earth and demon dimensions were at their narrowest and that this was the ideal place for a vampire to live and thrive. That is, of course, if they managed to stay out of the way of the Slayer! Still, Jonathan had no intention of mixing it up with that teen killer, he'd heard enough horror stories about her to convince him that it was best to stay away, (second hand stories of course, most of the individuals who had first hand experience of the Slayer were no longer around to talk about it!)
But he needed to be here, he was sick of running from her. She'd almost caught him in LA. The vampire with a soul that she'd employed was damn good, if it hadn't been for the brunette, what was her name? Oh yes Cordelia! Well if it hadn't been for Cordelia then Jonathan would have been dust by now. Her friends were too busy trying to stop the flow of blood from her neck to chase after him. But she had given him some very useful information, in fact it was her that had revealed the existence of the Hellmouth under Sunnydale and tipped him off to the fact that there was a Slayer located there. A good Slayer too.
So Jonathan had done his homework, researching the place, it's history, it's people and it's darker side. Now he believed that this was the place and now was the time. Time to end this hunt once and for all. All he had to do was avoid the damn Slayer and find the place where he would be at his strongest, where he could do what he had come here to.
But right now he was hungry. After all Cordelia had been some time ago now and he hadn't even got to finish her. First order of the night was food, something young and blonde preferably, then he would find the place in which the final showdown would take place.