It was over...Buffy was pinned to the floor with no more strenght,her whole body aching in pain as he straddled her.She could here Dawn´s screams of pain,she could feel the fear that surrounded her.The blood splattered on the floor smelled stong as ever and she could feel his presence.She stuggled and struggled until she ceased.This is it.She was gonna die...All those years fearing her death and it was finnally here in her house...She looked up and saw the machete poised above her...A silent tear felled on her cheek as she closed her eyes and waited in what seemed the world´s logest hours...She started remembering her whole life on those seconds,those incredible yet difficult and scary moments of her life...How she never asked for this,how she managed all this years to keep going on and on was beyond her imagination...But she remembered how this all started on that night...



Buffy was thrown to the ground on a cold night at the cementary...She rested a bit and ,with fast reflexes, got to her feet in a jump.she twirled around and saw the vampire throwing a kick.She ducked then send an uppercut to his face.The vampire reeled backwards and tried a punch which Buffy blocked.Then Buffy Throwed a fist,but the vamp catched it and with his other hand punched her.The blow turned her around and smiled at him.

"You know what the beauty of this job is freako?"

She taunted the vamp.Care fully she took out her stake as the vamp charged at her before she swiftly moved to the left side and staked him with her right hand.His body turned into from a eskeleton to dust.

"You see how painstaking it is."

She sighed.Another good kill for another good day she thought.She started to leave ,humming to herself and looking aT the stars as they gleamed on the night.She stopped dead on her tracks as she heard noises behind her...Some sound of heavy breathing...She looked behind and saw nothing.She shrugged and continued on her track.TACK.She hear another noise again from behind and turned around...All she faced was tombstones and small crypts which all looked deserted accompanied with the mourns of the crickets.This was getting weird...In a feel of curiosity she went to investigate and walked a bit...

After a while nothing.She just sighed and turned back when A HAND GRABBED HER THROAT.She gasped and saw a hand with it´s skin scarred and a grip so powerful she could barely breath.She tried to look at the creature but it was covered on ashadow from a crypt which maked impossible to recognized it.She throwed her elbor onto the hand,which freed her and then kicked whatever it was,on the crotch.The thing bended and in those seconds Buffy managed a spin kick to it´s face. The thing smashed to the ground.Buffy charged at it but a hand grabbed her leg and flipped her to the ground.She landed on her back.She grunted and looked over her body to see ,rising from the shadow, MICHAEL MYERS.His white mask and dark garments showed his pure evilness lying behind the mask.Buffy got to her feet as he looked at her inmovilized.

"Hey you´re Michael Myers!...Not really on my list to do but I think I can handle this.Besides adds something new to the old vamps and demons."

She kicked him on the chest and he Grunted and samshed against the crypt behind him.She charged at him but he throwed himself at her and tackled her to the ground.He straddled her and Pinned her arms to the ground.

"Listen."

He spoked...His voice was scruffy but youthful somehow.Buffy was impressed at this.

"It talks."

She smirked.

He hesitated a bit...He really didn´t talked much over the previous years and was hard for him to pronounce some words.

"You...And...I..A-A-Are on...The same s-s-side."

He said.Buffy was shocked at first.She a guardian that fighted evil and a murderer on the same side???...Buffy burst into laughs.

"Oh my god...heheh...This must be some sort of jok-hahahaha!"

He clearly wasn´t laughing and his eyes turned seriously at her.She just rolled her eyes.

"I´m sorry but you must be on the wrong lane...Now if you don´t mind..."

Buffy sidekicked him sending his entire body flying to the ground.She got up and continued her path.Michael got to one knee and rested a bit.

"You know he´ll rise."

Buffy stopped again and even thought she didn´t want to,she turned at him.

"WHO will rise?"

Michael pleased of getting her attention continued.

"He of all evil we´ll rise...The messenger has been sent,for his mission is the ritual..."

Buffy was listening at this which had turned from idioticness to seriousness.

"Wha-what do you me-."

"But his only obstacle is the guardian...The guardian that separates the pure from the dirty...The guardian of all...evil...You."

Buffy ´s mind was having flashbacks of her other apoclyptics fights.She had killed the king of vampires,stopped gods and hell from breaking loose...But this sounded more challenging than ever.She just stared at him and with a soft hush voice speaked.

"Who...Is this...Messenger."

Michael found this hard to say.

"....Jason...Vorhees...Hell´s son."