Disclaimer and authors note: Buffy, Angel and etc. belong to Joss for he is
the ruler of them all. The idea for this fic came from too much sugar
combined with the Live Journal community Sunnydale_socks. I'm not making
any money off of this, so hopefully they don't mind me borrowing the base
idea. This takes place right now (um Shiny Happy People and Lies My
Parents Told Me), with a few minor changes, Cordy never slept with Connor
and isn't evil, Lilah is still alive, and Fred and Gunn are still together.
Hey, I can dream! This is a little short but it's just the intro. It'll
get going quickly. The last bit sound a bit too much like Harry Potter,
doesn't it?
Prologue
"Perfect. The blood of thirteen innocents flows on the seal. Let's see how the slayer and her friends cope with this!" The master laughed. The millennia had worn away all the features on his face. Though he had started out human, no normal person could tell that. The only feature even remotely human were his eyes. They had remained with him even as his other features vanished. Now they sparkled blood red as he chanted up a spell to battle the Slayer. "River of life, change your course. The lives of those whose names I chant shall cross. If not by will then by force."
As the master looked around as the seal began to move. The arcane symbols shifting and forming new patterns. The master smiled to himself. All was going according to plan. The Slayer and her friends will be too busy dealing with him to fight the First properly. If he was lucky, they would even think he was the first. Now that would be perfect! The Slayer would be chasing her tail in circles!
"Master?" A robed man came into the room. The master preferred to deal with humans, they would always be counted on to make things interesting.
"Yes" He replied without bothering to look away from the seal. It was he who was running things here, no one could be allowed to forget that.
"You might be interested in the proceedings in Los Angeles, master."
"And why would those maters concern me?" The master didn't turn around as the man handed him a polished mirror. As the master looked in the mirror, he grinned. "This is just too perfect."
"Master?" the robed man enquired about is master's strange comment.
"Nothing for you to worry about." The master replied coldly. "You may go now."
"Yes, Master." The man bowed and left the room.
The master turned back to looking at the seal. Slowly, he chuckled to himself. Everything was going according to plan. The slayer wouldn't know what hit her. He smiled and looked back at the seal, which now resembled a snake curled around and eating it's own tail. Halfway around the world, the girl Buffy Summers twisted around in bed as she dreamed of snakes crawling over her house.
Prologue
"Perfect. The blood of thirteen innocents flows on the seal. Let's see how the slayer and her friends cope with this!" The master laughed. The millennia had worn away all the features on his face. Though he had started out human, no normal person could tell that. The only feature even remotely human were his eyes. They had remained with him even as his other features vanished. Now they sparkled blood red as he chanted up a spell to battle the Slayer. "River of life, change your course. The lives of those whose names I chant shall cross. If not by will then by force."
As the master looked around as the seal began to move. The arcane symbols shifting and forming new patterns. The master smiled to himself. All was going according to plan. The Slayer and her friends will be too busy dealing with him to fight the First properly. If he was lucky, they would even think he was the first. Now that would be perfect! The Slayer would be chasing her tail in circles!
"Master?" A robed man came into the room. The master preferred to deal with humans, they would always be counted on to make things interesting.
"Yes" He replied without bothering to look away from the seal. It was he who was running things here, no one could be allowed to forget that.
"You might be interested in the proceedings in Los Angeles, master."
"And why would those maters concern me?" The master didn't turn around as the man handed him a polished mirror. As the master looked in the mirror, he grinned. "This is just too perfect."
"Master?" the robed man enquired about is master's strange comment.
"Nothing for you to worry about." The master replied coldly. "You may go now."
"Yes, Master." The man bowed and left the room.
The master turned back to looking at the seal. Slowly, he chuckled to himself. Everything was going according to plan. The slayer wouldn't know what hit her. He smiled and looked back at the seal, which now resembled a snake curled around and eating it's own tail. Halfway around the world, the girl Buffy Summers twisted around in bed as she dreamed of snakes crawling over her house.