I know it's been a really looong time since this has been updated. I found it on a USB drive and have always wanted to finish it. I'm going to try really hard to update regularly. To any previous readers that are still with me- Bless you! And to new readers-enjoy!
Chap 9
To the untrained eye and newly turned vamps, it appeared that the small group of people in the graveyard were completely unaware of the danger that surrounded them. That was their first mistake.
"Yeah, we can hear you too."
As one, the Scoobies turned towards the new voice with weapons trained and readied. The vampires stopped their slow advance when they saw the heavy weapons that were now trained on them.
Faith rolled her eyes at the two slightly dirty vampires, "That's not them." She aimed the crossbow in her hands, "If you don't mind, we kind of have a covert mission to continue."
The vampire closest to the group hissed, "Slayer! Prepare to meet your death!"
Now it was Buffy's turn to roll her eyes, "Been there, done that!" She executed a perfect roundhouse kick to the face of the spokes-vamp of the group, at the same time Faith launched an arrow from her crossbow into the heart of the other one.
The vamp froze and looked at his chest, "You bitc-" the rest of his words were lost as he exploded into dust.
Faith loaded another arrow, "Yeah, yeah I'm a bitch. Heard it all before."
The other vamp picked himself off the ground, looked at the group of slightly bored people who had just killed his friend and promptly ran away.
Spike snorted, "Scourge of the cemetery, huh? Bloody wanker."
Buffy fought back a smile at Spike's words, "Honey, could you just go get that one? I'm not in the mood for a runner tonight."
Spike smirked, "Damn right you're not! I've got plans for you later."
Spike took off after the fleeing vamp while Xander made gagging noises and Buffy tried not to blush.
Willow again tried to refocus the group, "Hello? Anyone here remember why we came?"
Faith slapped Xander on the back ignoring his yelp of pain, "That's right, troops. We need to find our targets."
Buffy and Faith shared a glance and looked at Willow. Both slayers were grinning, Buffy spoke, "Does it seem a little foggy tonight, Wil?"
Willow caught on quick and smiled back, "I believe a fog is getting ready to roll in any minute."
Andrew frowned and pulled his phone out, not noticing the resident witch raising her arms to the sky with her eyes closed. "No, it says right here on the weather app that tonight is supposed to be a clear, balmy night."
Xander laughed, "I think the weather is about to change. And what the hell does balmy mean anyway?"
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Dean and Sam now stood together trying to figure out what was going on in the darkness ahead of them. Dean hadn't seen anything since the flash of white earlier, but now he could hear low murmurs of a conversation.
Sam glanced at Dean and whispered, "What do you think?"
Dean kept his eyes on the same spot where he had seen something earlier, "I don't know, but I think it's about time to find out."
As soon as the words were out of his mouth, an unnatural fog started to creep out from their target area.
Sam and Dean exchanged worried glances. "Dean, does that remind you of anything?"
Dean quirked an eyebrow, "You mean an old horror movie that was remade not too long ago? Yeah, I don't like it. Be ready, Sammy."
Dean pulled his gun out and held it loosely in front of him and started advancing. He felt Sam just beside him backing him up. "And if you see any ghost pirates, shoot first."
Sam snorted, "Aye, Aye captain."
Dean grinned and started to sweep the area with his eyes. It was becoming increasingly difficult as he couldn't see a foot in front of him. He did notice that he no longer heard any voices.
He was about to suggest to Sam that they returned to the car when something black raced past him. He stopped and held a finger to his lips. He and Sam positioned themselves back to back and turned in a slow circle trying to figure out where the threat was.
Sam's eyes darted from left to right. Something was out there, he could feel it. He hoped that this wasn't his dream about to come true.
All of a sudden, something knocked his gun from his hands and turned his fingers numb. He cried out at the sudden pain. He was pretty sure it had been a foot. Dean turned in an instant and pushed Sammy down and fired a shot into the fog.
"Hey! No fair, they have guns!"
Dean whipped his head around to the sound of the whiny voice, but still he could see nothing. "That's right you bastards, we have guns! And Dead man's blood! You are about to be toast!"
Sam had finally found his gun on the ground near him and was regaining feeling in his hands. He and Dean maintained their position low to the ground and back to back.
"Dead man's blood? What is that? Wil, you ever heard of it?" A female voice coming from Dean's left chimed in.
"It can be used in several dark magics. Not amateur stuff," said another female to Sam's left.
"I say we take them out right now," said yet another woman. Jesus! How many of them were there?
"How many times have we told you? You need them alive to interrogate them." A male voice made the circle complete. They were surrounded.
Dean raised his gun in the air and fired, "Stay back or the next one is going in someone's heart." Sam frowned, at least who ever these people were they didn't know how untrue that statement was. Rock salt would hurt like a bitch, but wouldn't penetrate to the heart.
"You fire that weapon again, and it will be the last time." Dean had enough credit to sweat a little at the venom that filled her voice. He dubbed her Scary in his mind.
"Can we stop playin' with them now, B?"
Scary spoke again, "Lift it, Wil."
All at once the fog thinned and then disappeared. Six people surrounded the Winchesters. Well, four people surrounded them while a man who looked eerily like Billy Idol sat on a gravestone and nonchalantly smoked a cigarette. A small man beside him clutched a bottle of what looked like holy water.
Standing in front of Dean, in a more battle ready position, stood a tiny blonde holding a battle axe and to her left another man dressed in black with a bad ass eye patch and a sword.
Sam couldn't look away from the red haired witch in front of him. He didn't know how, but he knew what she was and could feel her power- and it scared the shit out of him.
He finally tore his gaze away and looked at her companion. She was the girl that was with Dawn at the convenience store. And now that she was in a familiar setting, he could pinpoint where he knew he had seen her before. She was also the dark haired girl in the videos on the web and she had a crossbow leveled straight at him.
Faith smirked, "Hey Slim. Long time no see."
