All familiar faces are belonging to Joss Whedon. Anybody new is mine.
"You still reading that book?"
Buffy asked Willow as she came down the stairs seeing her friend engrossed in her book. The book was about ancient symbols and their meanings.
"Yeah I'm still trying to figure out what is inside that mausoleum, its starting to really interest me."
Willow responded, taking a break from her reading. For the past two days, since the mausoleum appeared, Willow had been reading every book she could find on old languages and symbols trying to decipher the messages left on the outside if the mausoleum. So far she was able to decode "Key" and "Power" from the rest of the scribbles. I bet that most of the writing is just nonsense to confuse whoever is reading it. Willow thought as she looked at the pictures she had taken of the structure. She had found an old book that helped her translate the strange version of Latin she found. As she had suspected the sentences didn't make any sense, it like a person just strung up together a bunch of words. The person who wrote the Latin could have been crazy, I mean it was written in blood. Willow was deep in thought. So far, everyday she went to the graveyard to look at the structure. The feeling she was getting from whatever was inside was not scary but intriguing. She hadn't gone to the graveyard yet today so with that last thought, she began to pack up her things.
"Going to see the eighth wonder of the world again?"
Buffy asked, seeing her friend pack up.
"Yeah, this thing is really interesting, don't you think?"
Buffy shrugged.
"Not really, anything that appears overnight and has a lock on it can't be good."
Willow sighed, Maybe I should tell her about the vibes I'm getting. Nah, I better wait and see after today. She smiled at Buffy,
"Well I'm off. See you in a bit."
Buffy waved at her friend as she left the house. She was concerned that her friend was becoming a little too obsessed with this new project of hers. But it's Will we're talking about. She can handle herself, can't she? Her heart said "yes" but her instinct said "no"
Willow walked into the graveyard to her her new favorite spot. Every time she looked at the building, she could find more symbols that were hidden by the paint, or had other things carved around it making it harder to see. She sat there for about an hour studying the walls slowly rotating around it seeking out more clues. After a while she started to get the feeling she was being watched. She began to look over her shoulder at every sound, expecting someone to pop into view. She tried to use her magic to locate whoever it was but felt nothing. After another twenty minutes she couldn't take it anymore and packed her things to leave. As she walked home she could still feel the eyes watching her. She was two blocks away from home when she heard the footsteps behind her. She quicken her pace and the footsteps mimicked hers. She whirled around trying to catch her pursuer off guard, but there was nobody on the street. She looked across the street and thought she saw someone duck behind a car.
"Hello? Is someone there?"
She asked, worry in her voice. It couldn't be a vampire, it's still day time. She reasoned as she waited to see the if the person would move from behind the car. After ten minutes of staring hard at the car, she gave up and turned around. She gasped and jumped backwards at the person now in front of her. She was tall, with short brown hair. Willow would have guessed her age between 25-30. Her clothes were very battered and worn out. Scars could be seen on her arms and a small one ran down her cheek and stopped at her chin. She had a tired look on her face, like she hadn't slept in a few days. The thing that caught Willow's attention the most was the look in her green eyes. The woman had a look of confusion and a small amount of fear.
"What is this place?."
The woman's voice was soft but strong, she sounded just as afraid as she looked.
"This is Sunnydale, what happened to you? What's your name?"
Willow asked reaching out to help the woman. She shied away from Willow's outstretched hand.
"I don't know, I can't remember my name."
The woman backed away from Willow, fear in her eyes.
"Let me help you, you look tired. What's the last thing you remember?"
Willow asked pulling her hand away. The woman calmed down and closed her eyes trying to remember.
"I woke up in a graveyard three days ago, there was nobody around. At night there were these vampires hanging around. They chased me last night all over the city, I only got away because the sun came up. The only other person I've seen is you, and you didn't seem like you'd hurt me. Please, do you know who I am?"
Her eyes are so hopeful, Willow thought as she looked at the woman.
"I don't know, but I do have friends who can help."
Willow said to the woman.
"Friends? Are they vampires?"
She asked moving back a little. Willow could see the fear and mistrust in her eyes.
"No, nothing like that, well except for one, but he has a soul so he wouldn't hurt you. I live only a block from here. My friends are people you can trust. Follow me."
Willow began walking and the woman followed cautiously behind her. Not the worst person to run into in Sunnydale. She thought as they made their way up the stairs and into Buffy's house.
"Hey Buffy, I want you to meet a new friend."
Willow called as she opened the door.
After killing the weak human on his way into the city, the skeleton was feeling much better. After waking up to find his body rotten and his demon gone he was in a very bad mood. He had sucked the soul from the man and some of his body had regenerated. Some muscle and ligaments had appeared so moving was an easier task for him. I can't believe I was sealed away for three hundred years, the nerve of those monks! I had everything, unlimited powers, riches, an invincible army, a demon at my side. And I lost it all to some goodie two shoes and a couple of monks. Just wait, I'll get it all back and then some. The skeleton continued to walk through the town, it was dark and quiet. Even at night theres not many people about. The skeleton thought looking around.
"Who do we have here?"
The skeleton looked up and saw a man standing front of him. The man was wearing a leather jacket with spikes. The man smiled,
"Got any money buddy? Draining old men ain't my style."
What's he talking about? The skeleton asked himself cocking his head sideways in curiosity. Oh, he's one of those blood sucking vampires, no wonder nobody is out at this hour, well except me. The skeleton chuckled,
"I almost feel sorry for you young man."
The vampire was caught off guard as the skeleton raised his head.
"What do you mean?"
"You picked the wrong man to mess with."
The skeleton moved with speed and punched the vampire in the chest.
"What are you?"
The vampire asked.
"A very bad man."
The skeleton replied as he withdrew his hand from the vampires chest. The vampire burst into dust and blew away in the breeze. Too bad, not even a soul to eat. The skeleton began walking towards the center of town. I need more souls.
Please leave a comment or something, I would like the feedback!