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The Slayer Squad –Season Four Interlude: Penn's Master Arrives
By
Celgress
Sunnydale Train Station early June 1999, night
The first thing terminal manager Frank Mills noticed about the passenger train that pulled into the Sunnydale Train Station was it was much quieter than usual. In fact the train seemed right down dead on arrival. It had already been stopped for several minutes yet no one had gotten out. Frank Mills knocked on one of the windows and yelled a greeting. Receiving no response he pried open one of the doors. The sight that Frank Mills beheld left him dumbfounded. The entire interior of the train was covered with blood! The mutilated bodies of the passengers and crew lay everywhere, recoiling in terror Frank Mills hesitantly backed away until he bumped into something. Slowly turning around Frank Mills was confronted by a tall, man wearing an ornate black robe complete with hood which shadowed his features.
"I apologize for the mess. I was, famished." The Robed Vampire said waving his clawed hand in front of Frank Mills face. "Listen carefully, once I have departed and my lounge has been unloaded crash this train into the terminal. Do you understand your instructions my slave?"
"I do master." Frank Mills answered a blank look on his face. "I will crash this train into the terminal once you and your lounge have safely left. Is there any other way I can be of service?"
"Where does the so called Slayer Squad reside?" The Robed Vampire asked.
"I cannot say where the Slayer Squad is located. I have never even heard of this 'Slayer Squad' before now aside from a few mentions in the local media master." Frank Mills replied.
"No matter," The Robed Vampire said. "Fetch me as many able bodied porters as are present."
Leaving the train station behind, along with the now incapacitated porters, twenties later the Robed Vampire's eyes burned a fiery red. His cargo, which consisted of nearly one dozen large crates, now securely loaded into a waiting transport truck by several lesser vampires the Robed Vampire smiled within the darkness of his hood. Less than a minute later the terminal was rocked by a massive explosion. No one would know he and his special cargo had been here.
"Where should we unload these boxes master?" A male vampire in game face asked who was behind the wheel of the truck asked another male vampire similarly in game face sat in the passenger seat.
"Crawford Street Mansion," The Robed Vampire instructed.
"Will do," The vampire said. "Are you coming?"
"No, I shall meet you there." The Robed Vampire said.
"See you later." The vampire said. The fully loaded truck pulled away.
"I think I will like it here in Sunnydale." The Robed Vampire said admiring the burning train station. "My loyal follower Penn has chosen well, now to locate and claim the gem of Amara as my own. Then I Naoikientan (Nah-Kean-Tune) can unleash true mayhem upon these unsuspecting fouls." Naoikientan threw back his head pearls of booming, sinister laughter echoed through the deserted streets.
To Be Continued
