AN I do not own the concept of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, only all the characters in this fanfic. This is my first, so review and tell me exactly what you think. Thank you and enjoy!!
November 1986
A darkened figure walked briskly down the shady alleyway, the bright moon casting beams of eerie light down upon the grimy ground.
The hooded figure passed a leering prostitute in the shadow of a doorway leading to a block of flats, her yellow almond shaped eyes twinkled in the moonlight. A thin hand protruded from the place where she stood and her forefinger gestured the figure over. But the figure continued down it's path, toward the huddle of people at the far end of the alleyway before a brick wall plastered with moss.
A neon green and pink light for a bar to the building on the right of the alleyway flashed cautiously above a thick metal door and bore the words 'The Slut Hut'. It was not odd to see a sign of this nature down seedy alleyways of the forgotten streets ofL.A, as nobody of a right morale would tread down these ways.
The figure approached the crowd gathered around a barrel which was alight, the bright flames casting shadows which danced across the single brick wall topped with a series of spiralled barbed wire. Numerous heads turned to the figure, their eyes piercing even in the engulfing darkness. A broad shouldered man stepped before the figure from between two of his companions, a long ponytail of silver coloured hair fell across his thick leather jacket.
"Be you Arrius?" The man requested, his voice deep and powerful.
"I am, is this the BlackWing Clan?" Arrius responded, his eyes flicking over the man's sharp and malicious features.
"We are," the man walked around to the wall, his companions shifted and moved from his path, "I am Marcus Harring, I am pleased to meet your acquaintance."
Arrius nodded. He felt as if he should not be there and from what he had heard about the BlackWing Clan he wished that he did not have to be there amongst this notorious clan.
"I am here upon the word of Father Rannusae. He requests a meeting between himself, his advisor and his Diamond Guard and yourself and whomever you wish to bring. Do you accept Father Rannusae's invitation?" Arrius said, he struggled to keep his tone friendly and polite but the thoughts of what this clan had done to innocent people really pressed Arrius' buttons.
Marcus smiled devilishly, the flames which licked the barrel illuminated his thin face and a flicker of an inner demon passed across his face.
"I am delighted at Father Rannusae's request," he raised his thin silver eyebrows, "and I accept his invitation."
A hooded companion of Marcos stepped forward his scarred and hideously disfigured face alight with anger and resentment.
"Master Harring, why have you accepted the invitation? I am sure you know of what distaste this shall bring to our clan. Father Rannusae is in league with the Creepers as you are well aware -"
"Torelli, hold your tongue." Master Harring commanded, his icy eyes glaring to his companion whom nodded submissively and retreated to his spot beside a pair of his piers whom both whispered in almost inaudible voices.
"Master Harring, on behalf of Father Rannusae we thank you for your acceptance. We expect to see you at precisely eleven thirty at the Golden Lion Hotel on November 15th. Goodnight." Arrius concluded, and with those words he turned on his heel and strode down the alleyway to the smirk of Master Harring and the taunts and jeers of his companions.
The prostitute whom still lurked in the shadows hissed and withdrew into the door she had leant against, her yellow eyes consumed by the darkness.
"Carly? Carly, you home?" Carol Simon called, into her apartment. She shrugged at an absence of a reply from her daughter and walked from the narrow hallway into the small square kitchen to her immediate left.
Carol sighed and placed her grocery bags onto the kitchen counter, she was extremely tired and wanted a really long bath. It was ten fifteen at night and she had had to visit 7/11 for emergency milk, bread and eggs, Carly would be exceptionally perplexed if she couldn't have her morning intake of cereals. Sparing a thought of her second eldest child, where was she?
"Carly? Madison?" Carol called, as she bent down and placed the fresh pint of milk into the fridge.
"Mom?" Came a meek voice from the doorway directly behind Carol.
"Madison sweetie did I wake you?" Carol asked as she turned to her youngest child whom rubbed her pale blue eyes, her plait of long black hair a frizz down the front her petite pink pyjamas.
"Yeah, I feel asleep watching T.V. Eric was with me but I think he left with his friends." Madison groaned, her eyes slid in and out of focus as she pulled out a chair beside the small circular dining table and sat down.
Carol gritted her teeth at Madison's news. Her third eldest child, Eric, was only fourteen but took on a persona of a nineteen – year – old, staying out until midnight, breaking his curfew of nine thirty and persistent on breaking any possible rules set forth by his mother. Basically, a typical teenage boy. But she had experienced the habits of such a person by her eldest child Aaron, whom turned twenty five just three days ago and was living the high life in Las Vegas as a restaurant manager.
"Okay Madison, where's Carly?" Carol asked, as she ran a hand through her shoulder length blonde hair and leaned against the kitchen counter.
"She's in her room I think." Madison replied, as she yawned loudly and hopped off her seat. "I'm beat mom, night." She exited into the living room then through to her bedroom. Carol shook her head and reached to the wall mounted phone.
She tapped in Eric's best friend Cole's number, a series of digits she knew by heart due to countless nights like these, and pressed the 'Call' button. She held the phone to her ear. Thirty seconds, no answer. Sixty seconds, no answer. Ninety seconds -
"Hello?" Came Cole's mom's voice, to Carol's sigh.
"Hi Jeanette it's Carol Simon. Is Eric there?"
"Of course I'll just go and call him." Jeanette said. There was a pause where Carol could hear the unmistakable sounds of a blaring television.
"Hello?" Eric said, tonelessly.
"Eric, do you know what time it is? You were supposed to be home nearly an hour ago!" Carol exclaimed.
"Mom, I'm two blocks away I'll be home soon."
"Not soon, now! And I don't care how far away you are just get home! You know this neighbourhood Eric, you know what's happened! All those attacks, completely drained -"
"Alright mom, I'll be home in five, chill." Eric said, airily. Carol envisioned her son rolling his eyes and pulling that expression he often did when he gave in. Carol arched an eyebrow and closed her eyes.
"Okay, but get home before eleven, I'm not having another all-nighter from you Eric. You hear?"
"Yes mom, I'll be home." And he hung up. Carol lowered the phone and placed in on the wall mount. She reached into the remaining grocery bag and pulled out the loaf of wholemeal bread then retrieved the eggs, her brow furrowed.
She placed the dairy product on the counter, her curiosity finally getting the better of her. She walked through into the living room and turned right to another small hallway. The door directly before her led to Carly's bedroom and she could hear no noise of the usual blaring music or the natter of her daughter to one of her friends.
Carol approached the door and knocked lightly on the wood.
"Carly? You in there?" No answer. Carol reached for the door knob and pushed. There was no sign of her whatsoever, amongst the violet interior of the bedroom and the numerous posters of rock bands and idols. A lampshade in the far left corner of the room illuminated it's surroundings drawing Carols attention to the window which was wide open, the light pink curtains fluttered in the breeze. Carol shook her head. Another one of Carly's late night stunts just like her younger brother. However she tended to vanish late at night a lot more often now, but whenever Carol attempted to get close to her daughter and question her whereabouts, she would somehow turn mysteriously deaf and turn away.
Carol retreated from the bedroom and shut the door, the light snores of Madison trickled down the small hallway from the door to her right.
Carly Simon raced down the dark street, her long blonde hair whipped in a ponytail behind her.
She had received a tip off from Arrius, he had seen a group of them lurking around two blocks away and Carly knew full well where her youngest brother was. She tightened her grip on the weapon in her left hand which dug a few loose splinters into her palm. She winced but it would heal in no time, thanks to her powers as the Slayer.
Carly rounded a corner then stopped abruptly. A group of dark figures were crouched and huddled around a gasping black mass whose hand clawed the pavement as if searching for a saviour. And she had arrived. Carly raised the stake and sped forward she drew up close to the figure directly before her and plunged the stake into the left of it's back. With a screech like a bat, the figure burst into a cloud of dust. A vampire.
It's companions leapt to their feet and jumped at Carly, their large feral eyes gleamed in the moonlight, their fangs glinted with blood. Carly twirled around and roundhouse kicked the nearest vamp directly in the face whom yelled in frustration and collapsed into a clutter of garbage cans. The second vamp lashed out and struck Carly in the stomach with a hard punch which sent her flying to the sidewalk. She quickly regained her posture and, as the vamp leaped onto her chest, she reached up and staked it through the heart.
Carly shook off the dust which caked her clothes and hair then rapidly leapt to her right upon the throw of another punch by the snarling third vamp. She rounded the darkened figure sprawled on the floor without even a glance to it's lifeless face, and sprinted toward the vamp she kicked into the garbage cans. It had a rotted banana skin smeared down the side of it's blood splattered face to which Carly felt almost empathic. She gritted her teeth and, to the vampires utmost surprise, staked it in the chest.
Carly spun around and spotted the remaining vamp suckling on the figures left wrist, an attempt to feed before it's demise. It's eyes flicked to the girl, then it stood, a trickle of blood seeping out of the corner of it's mouth. Carly cocked her head to one side like an inquisitive child then, to the vampires complete bewilderment, she threw the stake like a javelin. The weapon sped forward like a bullet and pierced the vamp through the heart. It exploded, and left flutters of ash and dust in the light summer breeze.
The Slayer sighed and walked to the fallen stake. She picked up the weapon and slid it into the belt of her jeans. Her heart raced in her chest, even after she had staked those suckers, as she was usually calm on a night like this. But it wasn't the thought of the undead roaming the darkened streets of L.A at night that scared her, it was something much worse and she hoped it had not become a reality. She inhaled deeply then turned to the motionless body on the ground before her, her muscles tense her heart beat so fast it felt as if it would explode.
Her eyes came to the face of the body and a massive weight dropped in her stomach. It was Eric. His large hazel coloured eyes were large and frozen in a wide shock, his face was expressionless and pale and blood caked his entire head. His arms were sprawled out beside him, his wrists were slit and chewed at and puddles of more blood surrounded his dark cropped hair. Carly could feel the hot tears slide down her cheeks as she dropped to her knees and knelt beside her brother. She feebly felt for a pulse at his gaping wrists but withdrew when she quickly felt the spasm of horror jump up within her throat.
Carly began to sob, louder and louder then screamed with grief. She refused to accept it, she denied he was dead, he couldn't be, it was Eric. She cried and cried then fell onto his chest. Her sobs pierced the still night air.