YEAR ONE
1996 - LA
Brad stumbled through the rocks and bushes that surrounded the graveyard a few blocks away from his new High School Hemery High. He was dressed in his blue shorts and black shirt - his short black hair was messy and out of place. His heart was racing, almost pounding through his chest; his feet stumbled for grip on the rocky earth. The teenager had been walking home from the schools library when something hit him hard in the back. His mother's words rang through his mind 'Don't you go out at night alone." Looking back he decided he should have listened as he was been being dragged along by the collar. His attacker was a tall man, with very pale skin whose long brown hair hanged straight down and sat just below his shoulders. His suit was fine and elegant, and totally black. "Let me go." Brad once again moaned, trying to free himself from the unnaturally strong captor. "Talk again and you die." The man whispered, his voice was strong, commanding and unmistakably evil. "My mum and dad will be looking for me and they are so bad and carry guns.." Brad started to say nervously. The man dropped him to the ground; Brad tried to run but was caught again very easily. He looked up into the mans face, he looked young and totally unphased about kidnapping. "Your name is Bradley Michaels, you are thirteen years old and your parents died two weeks after your birth. You have been going from foster family to foster family since. There is no one coming for you, and certainly they do not have guns." The man said, like talking to a four year old. "My name is Tialmus. Now I am not a man of mercy, nor am I a man but I offer you this, stand with me here, don't speak, don't scream, don't move unless I so instruct you, just watch." Brad gulped hard, this wasn't some random attack on the street, and this Tialmus knew who he was. The boy slowly nodded, he looked from between the bushes he was standing behind, he could see a few grave stones. He had read about people being murdered, the police said it was by wild dogs. "I could be next." He told himself nervously. He jumped when he saw two people come walking into the grave yard. One was an old man, probably homeless with a long grey beard and wearing a long brown suit which was rugged and worn, much like the man. Following behind him was a girl, wearing yellow tights and the schools senior jacket - he recognised her straight away it was Buffy Summers, the head of the junior girl's cheerleaders. She had the jacket wrapped around her, trying to keep the cold night air from her soft white skin, she looked repulsed by her surroundings, after all she was in a grave yard late at night with some old man. "So am I." Brad thought to himself, the horror of his situation returning to him. He wanted to scream out to Buffy, ask for help. but he could feel Tialmus's ever present grip on his shoulder. "There she is." Tialmus whispered into Brad's ear. "The chosen one." The boy couldn't take his eyes off of her, sure he had seen her in school a bit - she and her boyfriend were in a few grades above him in school. She was popular and sort of a ditz. "Do you have any gum?" Brad heard Buffy ask the old man as she sat back onto a grave. "Whoa." Brad said feeling a little dazed, he took a step back and almost feel over, he would have if not for his captor grabbing hold of her. "I'm so far away." He thought out loud. "Can you hear her? Smell her?" Tialmus asked, like watching an experiment. "You are connected, you are both the chosen." Brads eyes opened with fright when the very ground cracked open, and a man wearing a suit sprung out from his earth covered tomb, showing all the signs of being alive, but dead. "What?" Brad asked, he tried to pull away from Tialmus, to run away from this nightmare. "Buffy!" He heard the old man cry out. Brad turned back to the grave yard. A woman had appeared, covered in dirt who was attacking Buffy. He become mesmerized as the cheerleader took a wooden stake from the old man and plunge it into both the peoples hearts with little effort before they turned to dust. The two stood silently as Buffy and the old man walked away in victory, though he noticed she didn't seem to pleased with herself, she seemed more scared. "What is she?" Brad asked as he watched them get into a car and drive away.
Tialmus let go of Brads shoulder. Brad knew this was his time to escape, he should be running to freedom now, but he didn't. He simply followed this kidnapper as they walked into the grave yard to the two empty graves where Buffy had just been. "She is the Slayer, one girl in all the world who fights us." Tialmus said with his deep voice, though Brad heard no hatred, almost a respect for the Slayer. "She is strong, and fast. Every time one falls another is chosen, like that girl was tonight. She is now the Slayer and she will be led by that man, her watcher." "Those people who came up from the grave. They were vampires right?" The teen asked, he was eager for information. He continued as Tialmus nodded. "And you're a vampire. Are you going to kill me?" The vampire's soulless eyes looked deeply into Brads; they were bright blue and piercing. "No my young one, I offer you not death but your destiny. Unknown to the Slayer, there is you. Her counter part, her equal. The Hunter - he alone stalks the night to protect the darkness from all that is bright." He said with his twinge of an Irish accent. "Your hearing tonight at first disorientates you, but you will encounter at time many great abilities besides strength and skill." The words ran through Brads mind, he could feel the powers flowing through his veins. Seeing the Slayer slay her first vampires right before him gave him an energy. Seeing this girl master such strength twinged on his mind, he was fascinated by her. "I will destroy the Slayer." Brad said as he looked up into his teacher's eyes. "Out of the mouths of babes." Tialmus said with as a grin crept along his handsome dead face.
The next day for Brad started like any other; he got out of bed, had a shower and prepared for school in the usual manner. He through on a pair of jeans and a black shirt with the words "who knows" written across in it white. He could have shaken the last night off with ease as a bad nightmare; something his youthful mind had cooked up to make him seem more than a someone. If it weren't for the ring that was now placed on his finger, he studied it against his tanned skin. It was gold with different inscriptions carved in black that Tialmus told him one day will all make sense. "Tialmus." Brad mused over the word. "He's a vampire." He reminded himself. "Vampires are real, so are slayers and demons." He grabbed his back pack and headed for his bedroom door, he took a quick look at his walls, they were covered in posters of girls running along in bikinis, and heavy metal thrashers paying in some band. The old him for some reason seemed so far removed, he was the Hunter now. "Dad said you aren't allowed for go out at night, dad got mad and said if you go out again your back to the orphanage and if you said anything about what he said he would hit you." A snot nosed little brat girl said with an annoying smile. It was the daughter of the family he lived with, Brad bet she had been waiting outside for the past hour waiting for him to come out. "Well you tell your dad what you said, and tell him that I said if he comes near me I'll break his neck and quicker than he can say holy fuck, ok?" Brad said angrily, he looked back into his room, made sure there wasn't anything he needed in case the family kicked him out when he was gone, than he looked back at the open mouthed eight year old. He laughed and walked out of the house and made his way to school.
"Promise you won't tell anyone okay? But last night I did it for the first time." Brad looked up the long path on his way to school; it was lined with big LA houses, and all the rich kids who didn't drive their daddies porche walked this way to school. He could see Buffy and one of her friends talking about a hundred metres ahead. He admired Buffys hair, how perfect it was and how her white shirt and jeans hanged off her just right, she had spent a lot of time on how she looked this morning. He figured she was trying to keep this part of her life normal, even though about ten hours ago she was slaying vampires. "Omg, who with?" Buffy asked, Brad listened in with his new found abilities as Hunter. "Bryan, I was no nervous and it wasn't as fun as I thought but why seeing his face when he." Brad laughed, he couldn't help it is just came from his mouth like an explosion. The girl turned around and looked at him, she thought for a moment Brad had heard her, but she waved it off as impossible of course. Buffy however didn't notice him; she was holding her stomach like she was in some sort of pain. "What's up?" her friends asked. "Cramps? I thought you got them like last week." Buffy nodded and smiled. "Yeah I did. Weird." She said shaking it off and the pair continued to make their way to school.
"Nazi Germany." The teacher wrote up on the board, and underlined it twice. She was an elderly lady, wearing a deep blue coloured shirt one piece with grey hair and those "old lady" glasses that sat at the tip of her nose. "Imagine it. You're a Jewish man or woman, possibly a child. You're living this normal life one day when suddenly you're taken from your family in a violent struggle, your thrown into a world where you know death is imminent after a life of pain because some man you have never heard of Adolf has chosen you because of your heritage, something beyond your control." Brad listened to her as she spoke, he noticed no one else in the class seemed to be, they were too busy admiring the pictures of war that covered the history classes walls, or the hockey team training outside on the field out the window. She, like most teachers pressed on, and pretended not to notice that no one was listening. "So you're in a camp, you want to look after your own as you get killed by the masses." She was, to her surprised interrupted by a hand. She smiled with anticipation hoping it was a relevant question. "Just say there is a Jewish boy, say my age. He's in a camp with other Jews and at night some German guards comes to mess with some girls." Brad started. The teacher nodded, as if not understanding where this is going. "He doesn't hate the German soldiers, they are just doing what they've been told to do but he attacks them, kills them even to save this own. What does that make him?" "You've raised a good point Bradley." She said as the rest of the class suddenly began to pay attention. They turned to look at him, as if he was a loser for asking but he ignored them, and eagerly awaited her reply. "I would call this young man a champion. He wouldn't be hurting these guards if they hadn't done this to his kind, but he had to rise to the challenge for the benefit of himself and his race."
Brad smiled and nodded. He was part demon, as was the Slayer. She like the Slayers before her ignore their demon side and fights for humanity. "I'll be the champion, he who keeps our worlds apart. I'll fight demons who try to expose us, and kill humans who try to destroy us." He thought to himself as a large smile developed on his face.
Brad was kicked out home, when he arrived there after school all his clothes were on the street as well as a few old belongings. He sought refuge in the only place he knew, somewhere were he felt safe. "I knew you would come here child." Tialmus said with a small smile, thought it wasn't a comforting one, more one of being smug. He wore his same black clothes which revealed his muscular body. Brad tried to figure out how old his teacher was by the way he spoke, maybe five hundred years old. The vampires layer wasn't how he expected it, it was an old mansion situated in the upper class LA district. Its many rooms were covered in white walls with old pictures and statues scatted all over the place. There was no Television, no mirrors. Only books and thick red curtains, all drawn to keep the suns light at bay. The floors were marble, allowing each footstep to thunder through the whole mansion "Nice." Brad said as he dumped his clothes in the middle of the floor of the entrance room. He looked at one of the pictures beside him, it was of a man dressed in ragged and dirty clothes biting the neck of a wealthy fine dressed gentleman. "That's less nice." "Ha, this was drawn in 1400 France. That beggar of course is a vampire drinking from an English duke, it shows that even our worst are higher beings that the best human." "I am a human." The young man said as he looked into the vampires dead eyes. "Am I no better?" Tialmus reached over, and gently brushed his hand on the boys face. "You are the hunter. You have been chosen by the powers that be to kill those who try to unbalance the way it has been for millions of years. Those humans who try to expose us to the world, and those demons who try and destroy this, our home." He said gently. "The Slayer is nature, our fight against her must not tainted." Brad watched as the demon walked away from him into another room. Anger built inside of him. "What? I can't kill the Slayer?" "You do not yet understand, come with me." His master said his voice deep and powerful, as the sun set behind the LA clouds, they two walked into the night's air. Brad struggled to keep up with Tialmus, who seemed to be levitating he moved with such grace. His footsteps made no sound, if you didn't seem him you wouldn't know he was there. Brads footsteps, however hit the pavement with heavy thuds, and he almost ran into his mentor when he stopped suddenly. "What weapons do you posses?" Tialmus asked as they looked into the empty park that lay before them. It was a theme park most days of the year, but at the moment it was closed for construction. The place was empty, haunted with pictures of clowns smiling. "I don't like clowns." Brad said nervously, he didn't realise he had even said it out loud. "And they don't like you." The vampire said matter of factly. "Now hunter, it is time for your first kill." He said as he through a stake at the boy. He clutched it easily with his left hand, though he was right handed. Brad was slightly surprised but highly amused with his new found agility. From the shadows creatures started to emerge, their faces were mangled and morphed into that of the vampire, their skin was pale, their teeth were fangs. He recognised as some priests who would door nock every Sunday and ask about Jesus. They were old men still dressed in their robes. They were however quick and agile, and looked angry. "Why do you fight them?" Tialmus asked, Brad spun around to answer but he was alone. He noticed he was now chained into the park, with these two vampires, alone. "Why do you fight them?" The teacher's voice asked again. The voice surrounded him. "They were priests, and they've been turned into vampires." Brad answered nervously; he started to back up as they approached him. "I fight them to free them." One of them, a grey hair man named Lenny sent a kick into the Hunters stomach, which made him fall to the ground. He hadn't expected that, he grabbed for his stomach in pain. Still crouching down Brad sent his left foot out and kicked the feet from under Lenny, he than raised the stake to it's heart and prepared to kill it. "Not yet, answer me." Tialmus's voice commanded. In the moment of indecision the other priest Alfred kicked Brad in the chest, sending the youth flying back into the fence. "I kill them because I am Hunter, I am strong." He said as he grasped his stake. "They are lowly vampires.' "Lowly are we boy?" Alfred asked as the two walked towards him. Brad looked at their chests, they were still wearing their crosses, and it was burning into their vampire flesh. Brad launched himself into a cartwheel and landed behind the vampires. He raised his stake behind their backs, ready to slam it into their chests. "Not Yet! Answer me Hunter, why do you stalk the night? What are you?" Tialmus screamed, demanding a response. Alfred went to hit Brad in the face as he turned around, the boy caught it in mid air and sent a punch to his elbow, which snapped it backwards. Lenny went to kick him again, Brad blocked it with his left leg, jumped into the air and sent his right into its chest sending it flying backwards. "I stalk the night righting my sisters wrongs. I kill those who harm my kind, any human or demon who go against the night shall pay at my hands." Brad said as he pulled Alfred up by his hair and sent the stake into its still beating heart; he turned to ash before him. A smile came across Brads face. "I police the night, I am the Hunter." He said as he tossed the stake through the air, it hit hard into Lennys chest, the priest looked down at the stake sticking out from him and swore just as his body fell to dust. "You know your destiny." Tialmus said appearing behind Brad. "Now it's time to go.' "Go? Where? I feel something brewing here in LA, a big evil is coming." Brad said as he looked around the park. He noticed a man watching from the distance, he appeared to be a vampire with long black hair, and was missing an arm. Brad went to follow him when Tialmus put his hand on his shoulder.
"Leave him for the Slayer; she will handle this evil it has nothing to do with us. Her time here like yours has reached an end here. History has called you both here; it's been legend of the Slayer and Hunter, the female and male warriors finally meeting for thousands of years. And the place for that, my dear boy is the Hellmouth."
1996 - LA
Brad stumbled through the rocks and bushes that surrounded the graveyard a few blocks away from his new High School Hemery High. He was dressed in his blue shorts and black shirt - his short black hair was messy and out of place. His heart was racing, almost pounding through his chest; his feet stumbled for grip on the rocky earth. The teenager had been walking home from the schools library when something hit him hard in the back. His mother's words rang through his mind 'Don't you go out at night alone." Looking back he decided he should have listened as he was been being dragged along by the collar. His attacker was a tall man, with very pale skin whose long brown hair hanged straight down and sat just below his shoulders. His suit was fine and elegant, and totally black. "Let me go." Brad once again moaned, trying to free himself from the unnaturally strong captor. "Talk again and you die." The man whispered, his voice was strong, commanding and unmistakably evil. "My mum and dad will be looking for me and they are so bad and carry guns.." Brad started to say nervously. The man dropped him to the ground; Brad tried to run but was caught again very easily. He looked up into the mans face, he looked young and totally unphased about kidnapping. "Your name is Bradley Michaels, you are thirteen years old and your parents died two weeks after your birth. You have been going from foster family to foster family since. There is no one coming for you, and certainly they do not have guns." The man said, like talking to a four year old. "My name is Tialmus. Now I am not a man of mercy, nor am I a man but I offer you this, stand with me here, don't speak, don't scream, don't move unless I so instruct you, just watch." Brad gulped hard, this wasn't some random attack on the street, and this Tialmus knew who he was. The boy slowly nodded, he looked from between the bushes he was standing behind, he could see a few grave stones. He had read about people being murdered, the police said it was by wild dogs. "I could be next." He told himself nervously. He jumped when he saw two people come walking into the grave yard. One was an old man, probably homeless with a long grey beard and wearing a long brown suit which was rugged and worn, much like the man. Following behind him was a girl, wearing yellow tights and the schools senior jacket - he recognised her straight away it was Buffy Summers, the head of the junior girl's cheerleaders. She had the jacket wrapped around her, trying to keep the cold night air from her soft white skin, she looked repulsed by her surroundings, after all she was in a grave yard late at night with some old man. "So am I." Brad thought to himself, the horror of his situation returning to him. He wanted to scream out to Buffy, ask for help. but he could feel Tialmus's ever present grip on his shoulder. "There she is." Tialmus whispered into Brad's ear. "The chosen one." The boy couldn't take his eyes off of her, sure he had seen her in school a bit - she and her boyfriend were in a few grades above him in school. She was popular and sort of a ditz. "Do you have any gum?" Brad heard Buffy ask the old man as she sat back onto a grave. "Whoa." Brad said feeling a little dazed, he took a step back and almost feel over, he would have if not for his captor grabbing hold of her. "I'm so far away." He thought out loud. "Can you hear her? Smell her?" Tialmus asked, like watching an experiment. "You are connected, you are both the chosen." Brads eyes opened with fright when the very ground cracked open, and a man wearing a suit sprung out from his earth covered tomb, showing all the signs of being alive, but dead. "What?" Brad asked, he tried to pull away from Tialmus, to run away from this nightmare. "Buffy!" He heard the old man cry out. Brad turned back to the grave yard. A woman had appeared, covered in dirt who was attacking Buffy. He become mesmerized as the cheerleader took a wooden stake from the old man and plunge it into both the peoples hearts with little effort before they turned to dust. The two stood silently as Buffy and the old man walked away in victory, though he noticed she didn't seem to pleased with herself, she seemed more scared. "What is she?" Brad asked as he watched them get into a car and drive away.
Tialmus let go of Brads shoulder. Brad knew this was his time to escape, he should be running to freedom now, but he didn't. He simply followed this kidnapper as they walked into the grave yard to the two empty graves where Buffy had just been. "She is the Slayer, one girl in all the world who fights us." Tialmus said with his deep voice, though Brad heard no hatred, almost a respect for the Slayer. "She is strong, and fast. Every time one falls another is chosen, like that girl was tonight. She is now the Slayer and she will be led by that man, her watcher." "Those people who came up from the grave. They were vampires right?" The teen asked, he was eager for information. He continued as Tialmus nodded. "And you're a vampire. Are you going to kill me?" The vampire's soulless eyes looked deeply into Brads; they were bright blue and piercing. "No my young one, I offer you not death but your destiny. Unknown to the Slayer, there is you. Her counter part, her equal. The Hunter - he alone stalks the night to protect the darkness from all that is bright." He said with his twinge of an Irish accent. "Your hearing tonight at first disorientates you, but you will encounter at time many great abilities besides strength and skill." The words ran through Brads mind, he could feel the powers flowing through his veins. Seeing the Slayer slay her first vampires right before him gave him an energy. Seeing this girl master such strength twinged on his mind, he was fascinated by her. "I will destroy the Slayer." Brad said as he looked up into his teacher's eyes. "Out of the mouths of babes." Tialmus said with as a grin crept along his handsome dead face.
The next day for Brad started like any other; he got out of bed, had a shower and prepared for school in the usual manner. He through on a pair of jeans and a black shirt with the words "who knows" written across in it white. He could have shaken the last night off with ease as a bad nightmare; something his youthful mind had cooked up to make him seem more than a someone. If it weren't for the ring that was now placed on his finger, he studied it against his tanned skin. It was gold with different inscriptions carved in black that Tialmus told him one day will all make sense. "Tialmus." Brad mused over the word. "He's a vampire." He reminded himself. "Vampires are real, so are slayers and demons." He grabbed his back pack and headed for his bedroom door, he took a quick look at his walls, they were covered in posters of girls running along in bikinis, and heavy metal thrashers paying in some band. The old him for some reason seemed so far removed, he was the Hunter now. "Dad said you aren't allowed for go out at night, dad got mad and said if you go out again your back to the orphanage and if you said anything about what he said he would hit you." A snot nosed little brat girl said with an annoying smile. It was the daughter of the family he lived with, Brad bet she had been waiting outside for the past hour waiting for him to come out. "Well you tell your dad what you said, and tell him that I said if he comes near me I'll break his neck and quicker than he can say holy fuck, ok?" Brad said angrily, he looked back into his room, made sure there wasn't anything he needed in case the family kicked him out when he was gone, than he looked back at the open mouthed eight year old. He laughed and walked out of the house and made his way to school.
"Promise you won't tell anyone okay? But last night I did it for the first time." Brad looked up the long path on his way to school; it was lined with big LA houses, and all the rich kids who didn't drive their daddies porche walked this way to school. He could see Buffy and one of her friends talking about a hundred metres ahead. He admired Buffys hair, how perfect it was and how her white shirt and jeans hanged off her just right, she had spent a lot of time on how she looked this morning. He figured she was trying to keep this part of her life normal, even though about ten hours ago she was slaying vampires. "Omg, who with?" Buffy asked, Brad listened in with his new found abilities as Hunter. "Bryan, I was no nervous and it wasn't as fun as I thought but why seeing his face when he." Brad laughed, he couldn't help it is just came from his mouth like an explosion. The girl turned around and looked at him, she thought for a moment Brad had heard her, but she waved it off as impossible of course. Buffy however didn't notice him; she was holding her stomach like she was in some sort of pain. "What's up?" her friends asked. "Cramps? I thought you got them like last week." Buffy nodded and smiled. "Yeah I did. Weird." She said shaking it off and the pair continued to make their way to school.
"Nazi Germany." The teacher wrote up on the board, and underlined it twice. She was an elderly lady, wearing a deep blue coloured shirt one piece with grey hair and those "old lady" glasses that sat at the tip of her nose. "Imagine it. You're a Jewish man or woman, possibly a child. You're living this normal life one day when suddenly you're taken from your family in a violent struggle, your thrown into a world where you know death is imminent after a life of pain because some man you have never heard of Adolf has chosen you because of your heritage, something beyond your control." Brad listened to her as she spoke, he noticed no one else in the class seemed to be, they were too busy admiring the pictures of war that covered the history classes walls, or the hockey team training outside on the field out the window. She, like most teachers pressed on, and pretended not to notice that no one was listening. "So you're in a camp, you want to look after your own as you get killed by the masses." She was, to her surprised interrupted by a hand. She smiled with anticipation hoping it was a relevant question. "Just say there is a Jewish boy, say my age. He's in a camp with other Jews and at night some German guards comes to mess with some girls." Brad started. The teacher nodded, as if not understanding where this is going. "He doesn't hate the German soldiers, they are just doing what they've been told to do but he attacks them, kills them even to save this own. What does that make him?" "You've raised a good point Bradley." She said as the rest of the class suddenly began to pay attention. They turned to look at him, as if he was a loser for asking but he ignored them, and eagerly awaited her reply. "I would call this young man a champion. He wouldn't be hurting these guards if they hadn't done this to his kind, but he had to rise to the challenge for the benefit of himself and his race."
Brad smiled and nodded. He was part demon, as was the Slayer. She like the Slayers before her ignore their demon side and fights for humanity. "I'll be the champion, he who keeps our worlds apart. I'll fight demons who try to expose us, and kill humans who try to destroy us." He thought to himself as a large smile developed on his face.
Brad was kicked out home, when he arrived there after school all his clothes were on the street as well as a few old belongings. He sought refuge in the only place he knew, somewhere were he felt safe. "I knew you would come here child." Tialmus said with a small smile, thought it wasn't a comforting one, more one of being smug. He wore his same black clothes which revealed his muscular body. Brad tried to figure out how old his teacher was by the way he spoke, maybe five hundred years old. The vampires layer wasn't how he expected it, it was an old mansion situated in the upper class LA district. Its many rooms were covered in white walls with old pictures and statues scatted all over the place. There was no Television, no mirrors. Only books and thick red curtains, all drawn to keep the suns light at bay. The floors were marble, allowing each footstep to thunder through the whole mansion "Nice." Brad said as he dumped his clothes in the middle of the floor of the entrance room. He looked at one of the pictures beside him, it was of a man dressed in ragged and dirty clothes biting the neck of a wealthy fine dressed gentleman. "That's less nice." "Ha, this was drawn in 1400 France. That beggar of course is a vampire drinking from an English duke, it shows that even our worst are higher beings that the best human." "I am a human." The young man said as he looked into the vampires dead eyes. "Am I no better?" Tialmus reached over, and gently brushed his hand on the boys face. "You are the hunter. You have been chosen by the powers that be to kill those who try to unbalance the way it has been for millions of years. Those humans who try to expose us to the world, and those demons who try and destroy this, our home." He said gently. "The Slayer is nature, our fight against her must not tainted." Brad watched as the demon walked away from him into another room. Anger built inside of him. "What? I can't kill the Slayer?" "You do not yet understand, come with me." His master said his voice deep and powerful, as the sun set behind the LA clouds, they two walked into the night's air. Brad struggled to keep up with Tialmus, who seemed to be levitating he moved with such grace. His footsteps made no sound, if you didn't seem him you wouldn't know he was there. Brads footsteps, however hit the pavement with heavy thuds, and he almost ran into his mentor when he stopped suddenly. "What weapons do you posses?" Tialmus asked as they looked into the empty park that lay before them. It was a theme park most days of the year, but at the moment it was closed for construction. The place was empty, haunted with pictures of clowns smiling. "I don't like clowns." Brad said nervously, he didn't realise he had even said it out loud. "And they don't like you." The vampire said matter of factly. "Now hunter, it is time for your first kill." He said as he through a stake at the boy. He clutched it easily with his left hand, though he was right handed. Brad was slightly surprised but highly amused with his new found agility. From the shadows creatures started to emerge, their faces were mangled and morphed into that of the vampire, their skin was pale, their teeth were fangs. He recognised as some priests who would door nock every Sunday and ask about Jesus. They were old men still dressed in their robes. They were however quick and agile, and looked angry. "Why do you fight them?" Tialmus asked, Brad spun around to answer but he was alone. He noticed he was now chained into the park, with these two vampires, alone. "Why do you fight them?" The teacher's voice asked again. The voice surrounded him. "They were priests, and they've been turned into vampires." Brad answered nervously; he started to back up as they approached him. "I fight them to free them." One of them, a grey hair man named Lenny sent a kick into the Hunters stomach, which made him fall to the ground. He hadn't expected that, he grabbed for his stomach in pain. Still crouching down Brad sent his left foot out and kicked the feet from under Lenny, he than raised the stake to it's heart and prepared to kill it. "Not yet, answer me." Tialmus's voice commanded. In the moment of indecision the other priest Alfred kicked Brad in the chest, sending the youth flying back into the fence. "I kill them because I am Hunter, I am strong." He said as he grasped his stake. "They are lowly vampires.' "Lowly are we boy?" Alfred asked as the two walked towards him. Brad looked at their chests, they were still wearing their crosses, and it was burning into their vampire flesh. Brad launched himself into a cartwheel and landed behind the vampires. He raised his stake behind their backs, ready to slam it into their chests. "Not Yet! Answer me Hunter, why do you stalk the night? What are you?" Tialmus screamed, demanding a response. Alfred went to hit Brad in the face as he turned around, the boy caught it in mid air and sent a punch to his elbow, which snapped it backwards. Lenny went to kick him again, Brad blocked it with his left leg, jumped into the air and sent his right into its chest sending it flying backwards. "I stalk the night righting my sisters wrongs. I kill those who harm my kind, any human or demon who go against the night shall pay at my hands." Brad said as he pulled Alfred up by his hair and sent the stake into its still beating heart; he turned to ash before him. A smile came across Brads face. "I police the night, I am the Hunter." He said as he tossed the stake through the air, it hit hard into Lennys chest, the priest looked down at the stake sticking out from him and swore just as his body fell to dust. "You know your destiny." Tialmus said appearing behind Brad. "Now it's time to go.' "Go? Where? I feel something brewing here in LA, a big evil is coming." Brad said as he looked around the park. He noticed a man watching from the distance, he appeared to be a vampire with long black hair, and was missing an arm. Brad went to follow him when Tialmus put his hand on his shoulder.
"Leave him for the Slayer; she will handle this evil it has nothing to do with us. Her time here like yours has reached an end here. History has called you both here; it's been legend of the Slayer and Hunter, the female and male warriors finally meeting for thousands of years. And the place for that, my dear boy is the Hellmouth."