Prologue
A lone teenager walked down the streets of Sunnydale with only street lamps and the moonlight to guide his way. Gripping his backpack tightly, the teenager pondered to himself why the new librarian had insisted that he clean up the mess in the library. I mean, I only knocked over two shelves accidentally, thought the teenager. It's not like I did it on purpose or anything.
The rest of the street was deserted. Ever since that whole bizarre incident at the Bronze a few weeks ago, people were less and less inclined to leave their houses at night. This adolescent had not been at the Bronze that particular evening, but there were rumors circulating Sunnydale High School that many people had been killed that night, even though the police and newspapers said that it was simply some sort of gang war.
I really wish that Willow and Jesse hadn't ditched me, thought the teenager dejectedly. They could have at least helped me out with sorting the books. And the way the new librarian kept on yelling at me whenever I did something wrong, with that British accent, was so damn annoying!
Rounding a corner, the teenager suddenly felt as if he was not alone. Halting, he listened to the night. He thought that he almost heard the sound of feet scuffling.
"Hello?" called the teenager. "Is anybody there?"
As soon as the words had left his mouth, the teenager thought to himself, Stupid, stupid, stupid. Now I'm just asking for it.
Thinking that he heard something behind him, the teenager turned around to find only his shadow. Sighing with slight relief, the teenager was about to continue on his route when someone spoke.
"Kind of late to be out, don't you think?" said a calm, masculine voice.
The teenager turned back around to see the silhouette of a man with his back to him. The individual had short blond hair and wore black pants and a black jacket.
"Dylan?" asked the teenager. "Is that you?"
The individual turned around and smiled. "Xander! How's it going?"
Xander smiled at Dylan and walked towards him. "Hey man, ever since that Bronze thing I heard that you were missing presumed..."
"Dead?" Dylan finished the sentence. "Yeah, well I've been pretty busy."
"With what?" asked Xander, amazed that he was seeing one of his friends again.
"Oh you know. A little of this, a little of that." Dylan's face suddenly changed into that of a vampire's game face and he flashed Xander his fangs. "And a whole lot of blood."
"What the-" But before Xander could finish his sentence, the vampire lunged at him, knocking both of them to the ground. Dylan was just about to sink his teeth into Xander's neck when Xander shoved him off of him with all of his strength. Getting to his feet, Xander took off. He ran as fast as he could, but Dylan was still able to catch up to him. Dylan jumped on Xander again, but this time Xander went crashing into a dumpster.
Searching for anything to defend himself with, Xander's hands came upon a piece of jagged wood. And just as Dylan jumped at him again, Xander positioned the wood so that Dylan impaled himself in the heart with it. The vampire's body exploded into dust.
When it was all over, Xander merely sat in the garbage panting, while his brain tried to make sense of what just happened.
Just as his brain began to process the sequence of events, four strong arms grabbed hold of him. One vampire on either side was holding him. Before he could say anything, like lightning, a fist rammed into his gut. His legs gave way underneath him and he slumped in the vampires' grip. His head was hanging, but he was still conscious.
Suddenly, a delicate hand was placed under his chin, which lifted his head up. Xander then came face to face with a bald-headed vampire that smiled down at him.
"You're courage was impressive." said the bald vampire with the scariest sneer that Xander had ever seen. "You shall be the first."
As the bald vampire sunk his teeth into Xander's neck, a small guttural cry escaped Xanders' lips. And just as he thought that he was going to die, a warm liquid flowed into his mouth.
Then, darkness...
A lone teenager walked down the streets of Sunnydale with only street lamps and the moonlight to guide his way. Gripping his backpack tightly, the teenager pondered to himself why the new librarian had insisted that he clean up the mess in the library. I mean, I only knocked over two shelves accidentally, thought the teenager. It's not like I did it on purpose or anything.
The rest of the street was deserted. Ever since that whole bizarre incident at the Bronze a few weeks ago, people were less and less inclined to leave their houses at night. This adolescent had not been at the Bronze that particular evening, but there were rumors circulating Sunnydale High School that many people had been killed that night, even though the police and newspapers said that it was simply some sort of gang war.
I really wish that Willow and Jesse hadn't ditched me, thought the teenager dejectedly. They could have at least helped me out with sorting the books. And the way the new librarian kept on yelling at me whenever I did something wrong, with that British accent, was so damn annoying!
Rounding a corner, the teenager suddenly felt as if he was not alone. Halting, he listened to the night. He thought that he almost heard the sound of feet scuffling.
"Hello?" called the teenager. "Is anybody there?"
As soon as the words had left his mouth, the teenager thought to himself, Stupid, stupid, stupid. Now I'm just asking for it.
Thinking that he heard something behind him, the teenager turned around to find only his shadow. Sighing with slight relief, the teenager was about to continue on his route when someone spoke.
"Kind of late to be out, don't you think?" said a calm, masculine voice.
The teenager turned back around to see the silhouette of a man with his back to him. The individual had short blond hair and wore black pants and a black jacket.
"Dylan?" asked the teenager. "Is that you?"
The individual turned around and smiled. "Xander! How's it going?"
Xander smiled at Dylan and walked towards him. "Hey man, ever since that Bronze thing I heard that you were missing presumed..."
"Dead?" Dylan finished the sentence. "Yeah, well I've been pretty busy."
"With what?" asked Xander, amazed that he was seeing one of his friends again.
"Oh you know. A little of this, a little of that." Dylan's face suddenly changed into that of a vampire's game face and he flashed Xander his fangs. "And a whole lot of blood."
"What the-" But before Xander could finish his sentence, the vampire lunged at him, knocking both of them to the ground. Dylan was just about to sink his teeth into Xander's neck when Xander shoved him off of him with all of his strength. Getting to his feet, Xander took off. He ran as fast as he could, but Dylan was still able to catch up to him. Dylan jumped on Xander again, but this time Xander went crashing into a dumpster.
Searching for anything to defend himself with, Xander's hands came upon a piece of jagged wood. And just as Dylan jumped at him again, Xander positioned the wood so that Dylan impaled himself in the heart with it. The vampire's body exploded into dust.
When it was all over, Xander merely sat in the garbage panting, while his brain tried to make sense of what just happened.
Just as his brain began to process the sequence of events, four strong arms grabbed hold of him. One vampire on either side was holding him. Before he could say anything, like lightning, a fist rammed into his gut. His legs gave way underneath him and he slumped in the vampires' grip. His head was hanging, but he was still conscious.
Suddenly, a delicate hand was placed under his chin, which lifted his head up. Xander then came face to face with a bald-headed vampire that smiled down at him.
"You're courage was impressive." said the bald vampire with the scariest sneer that Xander had ever seen. "You shall be the first."
As the bald vampire sunk his teeth into Xander's neck, a small guttural cry escaped Xanders' lips. And just as he thought that he was going to die, a warm liquid flowed into his mouth.
Then, darkness...