BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER: THE WILLOW- TARA FILE: PART ONE
The beast in the shadows outside the apartment complex, moved unseen through the black of night. It moved to the back entrance, stopped, listened, then hearing nothing, quickly ripped the lock out of the door. It entered all senses alert.
Moving along the unlighted hallway towards the back stairs, it heard whistling ahead and saw a flashlight beam. A watchman! He'd have to die. Unlucky night for him.
The watchman carelessly sauntered down the hallway, when a low growl came to his ears. Looking up, he saw two burning eyes glaring out of the darkness. That was the last thing he saw before a clawed hand ripped his throat away. Gurgling he slipped to the floor.
The beast stood , snarling over the bloody corpse, listening. No sound. Good, now to continue his task.
Moving up the stairs to the second floor, and sneaking down the darkened hallway, he stopped outside a door and sniffed the air carefully. Yes, he could scent the witches, and they were asleep. It would be so easy, His master would be pleased. He'd have two more souls to be his playthings to torment at his whim.
Meanwhile, inside, Willow and Tara were fast asleep. Willow woke up with a start. She wasn't sure why, but something felt wrong. It was like the air was saturated with massive amounts of static electricity.
She quietly slipped out of the bed, not wishing to wake Tara. It had been an exhausting day for both of them. They had helped Giles inventory The Magic Shop.
They had started at six o'clock that morning and didn't get home until after eleven that night. She looked at a clock and noted it was only one fifteen in the morning.
She slowly moved through the different rooms of the small apartment trying to figure out why she felt the way she did. Finding nothing, she started back towards the bedroom, when the front door was ripped off it's hinges a flew across the room.
Standing in the doorway was a giant beast that looked like a cross between a wolf and a reptile. The beasts' body was covered with thick, leathery scaled skin with patches of long greasy fur.
Tara came running out of the bedroom, having been awakened by the crash of the door.
The beast smiled a hellish grin and crooked a finger at them as if to beckon them to come closer.
"As if we'd come closer," said Willow." What do you take us for, idiots? Please."
The beast just stood there watching them and smiling. It was starting to make them jumpy.
"What do you think it wants," Tara asked Willow.
"I don't know, but I'll bet you it's not nice." Replied Willow. "I don'
t like the way it stands there smiling and watching us. It's creepy."
"Maybe we should ask it." Said Tara.
"Who'll ask," said willow.
"You will.
"Why me?" cried Willow.
"It was my idea, since I thought it up, you should do the asking. It's only fair you know."
"Okay," Willow sighed. Then turning towards the beast she asked carefully. "Could you please tell us what you want?"
As an answer, the beast lashed out with it's claws, barely missing them as they jumped back hastily.
"Well, that certainly answers that question." Said Tara.
Willow's eyes turned black as she recited an incantation. A large bolt of lightning flashed from her hands towards the beast but he disappeared.
"Look out!" Tara screamed. 'He's right behind you!"
Before Willow could react, The beast grabbed her by the neck, lifted her into the and
slowly started to crush her throat. She gasped, trying to breathe, and to pull its hands loose but it was to strong, she started to black out.
Tara picked up a chair and smashed it across its back. It roared with rage and dropped Willow. Turning, it backhanded Tara hard , throwing her into a far wall, stunning her.
Willow cast another bolt of lightning grazing it.
It howled with pain and charged furiously at her, but she ducked out of the way just in time. It crashed hard into the wall cracking it and lay stunned among the debris.
By this time Tara had recovered, and she and Willow working in tandem, peppered the beast with spells. The beast roared and tried to avoid the spells but the pain confused it.
Finally the beast roared and told them. "You win witches, for now." It snarled, "But my master will have you yet. He'll rip your souls from you and condemn you to everlasting torment. Baal-Pteor will not be denied. With a great roar it disappeared in a flash of fire.
"Who's Baal-Pteor?" Tara asked Willow.
"I don't know. But I have a feeling we're going to find out.
End Part One
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The beast in the shadows outside the apartment complex, moved unseen through the black of night. It moved to the back entrance, stopped, listened, then hearing nothing, quickly ripped the lock out of the door. It entered all senses alert.
Moving along the unlighted hallway towards the back stairs, it heard whistling ahead and saw a flashlight beam. A watchman! He'd have to die. Unlucky night for him.
The watchman carelessly sauntered down the hallway, when a low growl came to his ears. Looking up, he saw two burning eyes glaring out of the darkness. That was the last thing he saw before a clawed hand ripped his throat away. Gurgling he slipped to the floor.
The beast stood , snarling over the bloody corpse, listening. No sound. Good, now to continue his task.
Moving up the stairs to the second floor, and sneaking down the darkened hallway, he stopped outside a door and sniffed the air carefully. Yes, he could scent the witches, and they were asleep. It would be so easy, His master would be pleased. He'd have two more souls to be his playthings to torment at his whim.
Meanwhile, inside, Willow and Tara were fast asleep. Willow woke up with a start. She wasn't sure why, but something felt wrong. It was like the air was saturated with massive amounts of static electricity.
She quietly slipped out of the bed, not wishing to wake Tara. It had been an exhausting day for both of them. They had helped Giles inventory The Magic Shop.
They had started at six o'clock that morning and didn't get home until after eleven that night. She looked at a clock and noted it was only one fifteen in the morning.
She slowly moved through the different rooms of the small apartment trying to figure out why she felt the way she did. Finding nothing, she started back towards the bedroom, when the front door was ripped off it's hinges a flew across the room.
Standing in the doorway was a giant beast that looked like a cross between a wolf and a reptile. The beasts' body was covered with thick, leathery scaled skin with patches of long greasy fur.
Tara came running out of the bedroom, having been awakened by the crash of the door.
The beast smiled a hellish grin and crooked a finger at them as if to beckon them to come closer.
"As if we'd come closer," said Willow." What do you take us for, idiots? Please."
The beast just stood there watching them and smiling. It was starting to make them jumpy.
"What do you think it wants," Tara asked Willow.
"I don't know, but I'll bet you it's not nice." Replied Willow. "I don'
t like the way it stands there smiling and watching us. It's creepy."
"Maybe we should ask it." Said Tara.
"Who'll ask," said willow.
"You will.
"Why me?" cried Willow.
"It was my idea, since I thought it up, you should do the asking. It's only fair you know."
"Okay," Willow sighed. Then turning towards the beast she asked carefully. "Could you please tell us what you want?"
As an answer, the beast lashed out with it's claws, barely missing them as they jumped back hastily.
"Well, that certainly answers that question." Said Tara.
Willow's eyes turned black as she recited an incantation. A large bolt of lightning flashed from her hands towards the beast but he disappeared.
"Look out!" Tara screamed. 'He's right behind you!"
Before Willow could react, The beast grabbed her by the neck, lifted her into the and
slowly started to crush her throat. She gasped, trying to breathe, and to pull its hands loose but it was to strong, she started to black out.
Tara picked up a chair and smashed it across its back. It roared with rage and dropped Willow. Turning, it backhanded Tara hard , throwing her into a far wall, stunning her.
Willow cast another bolt of lightning grazing it.
It howled with pain and charged furiously at her, but she ducked out of the way just in time. It crashed hard into the wall cracking it and lay stunned among the debris.
By this time Tara had recovered, and she and Willow working in tandem, peppered the beast with spells. The beast roared and tried to avoid the spells but the pain confused it.
Finally the beast roared and told them. "You win witches, for now." It snarled, "But my master will have you yet. He'll rip your souls from you and condemn you to everlasting torment. Baal-Pteor will not be denied. With a great roar it disappeared in a flash of fire.
"Who's Baal-Pteor?" Tara asked Willow.
"I don't know. But I have a feeling we're going to find out.
End Part One
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