WARNING!: Wicked Dark
1692
Night
Yorkshire, England
Town Square
It was after dusk, the sun had already faded under the horizon.
A young girl with dark hair covered with a thin cotton bonnet played in the green grass with her dolls, oblivious to the nighttime darkness.
From the shadows, Buffy stepped out. She wore a magnificent gown of black lace and dark maroon paisley patterns, pearls embroidered down the seam of the bodice. She wore a long black velvet cape with a hood covering her luscious blonde hair.
"It's not safe for a young girl to be out here all alone." Buffy's voice startled the young girl sitting on the grass.
The girl stared up at Buffy with large brown eyes never having seen any woman so beautiful before. The women in her town were quite plain looking and they worked hard all day, but this beautiful stranger looked like royalty.
"I'm not alone," she smiled, "I have my dollies." The girl said with a squeaky voice.
Buffy smiled sweetly crouched to the girl's eye level. "What is thy name?"
"Sarah," she replied.
"Sarah…" Buffy repeated the girl's name and softly smiled. "Beautiful name. May I have the honour of escorting you home, Miss Sarah?"
Nodding her head with excited enthusiasm, Sarah began to stand when she took notice of the necklace around Buffy's neck. "I like thy necklace," Sarah touched the black choker necklace wrapped around Buffy's neck with a ruby hanging down. "I cannot wait until I am old enough to wear such expensive things."
Buffy responded with only a smile as she held out her hand for the girl to take.
Wrapping her hand around the woman's, Sarah's gaze snapped up to Buffy's. "Thy hand is cold."
"I suspect autumn nights are becoming cooler."
Sarah took pause for a moment thinking Buffy's response over. With an adorable smile, Sarah accepted Buffy's hand to lead her home.
Arriving at Sarah's home.
Buffy watched as the girl removed her hand from hers and sprinted up to the front door. In the large main window, Buffy could see a rugged handsome looking man. By the black stains of his hands, Buffy presumed that he was a blacksmith. Walking from the back entryway, a woman with dark hair pinned up and off of her neck carried a bowl of food to place on the dinner table.
Buffy smirked when she saw another child run from a different room and into the dinning room. He was younger than Sarah, perhaps five or six years old. The boy was handsome who would no doubt grow to be as strapping as his father.
"Are you coming in?" Sarah asked from the front door.
Buffy nodded and walked over to the girl. She watched the child walk into her home. Buffy hung back, waiting patiently for an invitation.
"Come in Miss and meet my parents!" Sarah exclaimed.
From the dining room having heard his daughter's voice, Daniel Holtz stepped into the foyer to see a very attractive woman whose station was far above the Holtz' family.
"Sarah, what did I tell you about inviting strange people into the house?" His brows pinched together in confusion but he bowed his head as a sign of respect realising a member of the wealthier class was in his home. "Sarah, who is this?" He asked looking at his daughter.
"She walked me home. She's a Princess, Papa. She speaketh the King's English."
Blue eyes shot to Buffy's face in shock. He quickly bowed his head as a sign of respect.
Buffy smiled with amusement. "I'm afraid thy daughter hath quite an imagination. I am not a Princess."
"My girl doth have an active imagination indeed." He stepped closer to her and bowed his head again, "I'm Daniel Holtz."
"Daniel?" His wife stepped into the foyer to see who had been at the door. Caroline Holtz bit back her surprise to see a beautiful woman standing in her home. She felt a pang of jealousy, catching the starry-eyed look on her husband's face. "Who is this?"
Buffy politely smiled at the woman, she would never curtsey to someone that was of a lower class than her. "Excuse me, Mrs Hotz, I am afraid I've lost my manners. I am Lady Buffy Summers. I was walking home when I saw thy daughter playing by herself and thought it was unsafe to be left alone in the night."
Daniel smirked. "Very considerate of you, milady. Thank you for thy thoughtful kindness."
Caroline watched the soft exchange of smiles between the beautiful woman and her husband. She cleared her throat breaking the small moment between the pair.
"I shall leave you to thy evening." Buffy began to turn away when Daniel took another step closer to stop her.
"Why don't you stay for supper? There is plenty of food." He glanced back at his wife, ignoring the glaring look on her face. Daniel turned back to Buffy and waited for her reply.
Kindly, Buffy smiled, "I do appreciate your kind offer but I must be going. We'll see each other again soon, I'm sure of it." She began to walk to the door when Sarah called out to her.
"Goodbye Lady Buffy!"
Buffy looked over her shoulder at the girl and smiled, "Goodbye, Miss Sarah." Her eyes then fell to the young boy standing against Daniel's legs. She tossed the child a half-smile and a wink before turning away to exit.
1 Week Later
As the nights passed into days, Buffy stalked the young Holtz family. She had been studying their every movement. She knew when they came and went and who their friends were. Buffy gathered as much information as possible before she began her attack on the unsuspecting family.
She had followed Daniel Holtz from the shadows and watched as he entered the cemetery holding a wooden pointed stake in his hand.
"He hunts us." Dracula appeared behind Buffy from a cloud of mist.
"I can see that," she said with sarcasm dripping into her words. "I've been watching him ever closely. He's quite accomplished for only a mortal."
Dracula ran his fingers over Buffy's shoulder and pressed his mouth against her skin. "He is still weak. He will be no match for you."
Buffy watched as Holtz fought a fledgling vampire that had just crawled up from the ground, starved for blood. Holtz' fighting technique was adequate enough to be considered 'skilled'.
Cocking a highbrow, Buffy smirked as Daniel crossed himself before staking the vampire to dust. Right then she knew how to proceed with her plan of destruction.
Turning to face her Sire, Buffy starred up into Dracula's piercing blue eyes. "Vlad, take me home."
Darkly smirking, Dracula wrapped a caped arm around Buffy's back and held her into his body as they vanished into a cloud of smoke and mist.
Catching the end of the strange vanishing act, Holtz whirled around to see a cloud of fog slowly dissipating into the air. His brows pinched together in confusion and searched the darkness for anymore vampires.
4 Nights Later
Cemetery
Flipping the vampire over his back, Holtz whirled around taking out the stake from his belt and fired a punch into the demon's face, forcing it to stagger back. He then grabbed the vampire by the shoulders and kneed it hard into his stomach.
Buffy stood in the shadows watching the fight with a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. Daniel Holtz was an impressive fighter, despite his lack of supernatural strength.
Throwing the vampire down onto the ground with a hard thud, Holtz sucker punched the vampire into the face. He stepped back as the vampire got back to his feed and threw a series of punches that Holtz easily dodged. Grabbing the vampire by the front of the shirt, Holtz buried the wooden stake into the demon's heart. The vampire combusted into a cloud of dust.
Satisfied with his hunt, Holtz began to walk away when Buffy emerged from behind the gravestones.
"Very impressive hunt."
Daniel whirled around to see the woman from a few nights ago standing behind him.
She wore a stylish black and dark purple gown, exuding her superior status of wealth. Her long yellow flowing hair was pushed back and neatly styled into a thick braid that hung over one shoulder.
"It's you—excuse me, milady," Holtz said, bowing his head. "You should not be here, ma'am, it's very dangerous at night."
"Why?" Buffy asked and took a step towards him. "Because of the vampires?"
Holtz' eyes widened. "You know of the beasts?"
"Know of them? Sir," her beautiful features shifted into her demonic true face, "I'm one of them."
Daniel gripped the stake in his hand tightly. "You… you're her… Lady Elizabeth. Quod Spiritus Sanctus (The Beautiful Demon)."
Word of the massacre in Essex that had the famous witch hunter, Reverend Increase Mather run out of town. The growing legend from the last twenty-six years of the demonic monster had spread quickly through England, Europe, and across the Atlantic to the Americas. Strings of garlic hung at people's doors, crucifixes were nailed to every wall inside the home in fear of Quod Spiritus Sanctus (The Beautiful Demon).
"Please, Lord, I beg of thee. Give me the strength to defeat this abomination." Holtz prayed and readied for his attack on the infamous vampire.
"Abomination?" Buffy pretended to be hurt by his words. "Name calling doesn't suit you, Daniel."
In a flash, Buffy had Holtz back pinned against the mausoleum. One hand pressed against his chest and the other wrapped around his wrist holding the stake. Buffy's vampires feature morphed to her human disguise. She looked at him with bright green seductive eyes.
"Thou wilt not win this fight, my sweet Daniel," she spoke only inches from his mouth.
Feeling hatred for the demon, Holtz could not fight the wanting desire to have her. The softness of her voice and the floral scent of her skin made his head spin with arousing desire.
She felt his breath hit her face as she inched even closer—teasing him.
"I can feel it," Buffy whispered, dropping her eyes to his mouth. She could hear his heart quicken and the blood in his veins pulsing. Her hand gently slid down his chest, falling closer to his hardening cock. "Your hunger…" her delicate voice was hypnotic. "Your desire…" she opened her eyes and looked back to his face. His eyes were closed. She could see the internal struggle within him, trying desperately not to fall into his lust. "Daniel…"
Breaking his grappling hold over himself, he wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her close, capturing her mouth in an eager kiss. His tongue swept into her mouth and felt a chill shoot straight down his spine by her coolness. Unable to stop the desire that had come over him, he continued to kiss her passionately.
Grinning into the kiss, Buffy happily obliged him with this amorous kiss.
In the rapture of his desires, he failed to realise her features shift. His hand cupped her cheek and did not register the ridges of her demonic face.
It was only when she purposefully cut his tongue with the tip of her fang, Daniel regained his sanity and shoved Buffy away. His breath was heavy with a mixture of arousal, fear, and anger for her sinister seduction.
Buffy grinned and licked the blood on her tongue around her lips. "Tsk, tsk, thy God will not look down upon you fondly for this, my sweet Daniel. I hope for thy sake, he is as merciful as he is in the good book."
"My Lord will give me forgiveness."
"He might… but will thy beautiful family?"
Holtz angrily took a step towards. "You stay away from them, demon." He ordered with a growling grovely voice.
Buffy smiled and shifted her features. "I do not take threats kindly, my sweet Daniel. I'd be careful of what you say to me or I will take everything that you love and I'll force you to bury them into the ground." She turned away unthreatened by the demon hunter tightly gripping the stake in his hand. "Keep thy loved ones close."
2 Nights Later
She knew Daniel Holtz would be on the hunt for her. Buffy had sent him on a wild goose chase to find her. The night before she had turned a handful of young women about her age and with golden yellow hair. She knew Holtz was not going to wait for her to bring the fight.
But she did enjoy his guilt.
He felt guilty for kissing another woman, breaking his vow to God to be faithful to his wife and his disgust for falling into the seduction of evil.
It was time to heighten the stakes.
She wanted to hurt him.
Holtz Residence
Walking up to the familiar house Buffy had visited nearly a week ago. She knew no-one was asleep yet by the dimly lit candles in the windows.
Buffy raised her black gloved hand and gently knocked on the door.
A minute passed when the front door opened.
"Hello, Sarah," Buffy greeted and unleashed a bright and kind smile.
Awkwardly, Sarah shifted onto her feet, avoiding eye contact with the sweet woman she had met only nights before. "Papa said not let strangers in while he's away." Sarah wore a regretful look on her sweet face.
Buffy's smile slightly dropped and her brows gently pinched together. "You know my name and I know thine. We're not strangers are we Sarah?"
"But Papa said—"
"—Oh not to worry, my dear girl. Is your mummy home?"
Sarah nodded.
"Good, we shall have a cup of tea together. All of us."
Sarah stepped aside and took Buffy's outstretched hand as she entered the home.
Woods
On the other side of town, Holtz walked out from the woods after chasing a blonde haired vampiress in a magnificent gown. He met with the men he had gathered to hunt for the blonde vampire threatening his family.
"Was it her?" One of the men carrying a torch asked.
Holtz shook his head, "It was not." He angrily rubbed a hand over his face. "This is the fifth vampire tonight with yellow hair. Quod Spiritus Sanctus (The Beautiful Demon) is out there."
"Where? We've searched the perimeter and found no sign of the Quod Spiritus Sanctus (The Beautiful Demon)." Another man said, frustrated by the lack of results from the nightly search to find the vampire terrorising the town. "This is beginning to be Essex Massacre all over again, Daniel. You've talked to her. Where would she be?"
Holtz paced back and forth racking his brain to where the infamous vampire would be if she wasn't already lurking in the shadows. He lifted his head and a wave of fear masked his face. "Caroline…" on a hunch, Holtz jumped, mounting his horse and raced back into the centre of town into the direction of his home.
Holtz Residence: Parlour Room
Sitting together at a small table, Caroline reached across the table and poured Buffy another cup of tea. Picking up the teacup, Buffy shifted her gaze over to Sarah sitting closely beside her. The young girl mimicked Buffy's every move, wanting to be gracefully elegant at the sweet beautiful stranger that had walked her home.
"Lady Buffy," Caroline placed the kettle down and looked at Buffy, "how long will you be in town?"
Buffy sipped the tea and said, "I have business to attend to first but I shan't be staying long." She sat back and eyed Mrs Holtz for a long moment. She tilted her head slightly to the side and said, "Thy husband kissed me."
The glass clinked when Caroline nearly dropped it onto the saucer.
Sarah sat in her seat staring up at Buffy with wide and confused eyes.
"He was quite forceful, I must add." Buffy felt gleeful of Caroline's shocked horror. "He caught me as I was leaving the dress shop and he pulled me into an alleyway. He held me against the wall and kissed me." She lied.
Caroline sat frozen with a disbelieving look on her face.
Buffy smirked. "He tasted like strawberries. His tongue was moist against mine and his breath felt hot as it touched my skin. He moaned my name as his hands covered my breasts." She sipped the tea in her hand.
"Sarah," Caroline found her voice, "go up stairs."
Sarah shifted to leave when Buffy's shot out and gently laid on the girl's knee. "Please, stay. I have much more to tell you."
"That is quite enough, milady. You may leave my home at once." Caroline threw the napkin on her lap down and stood from the table, holding her hands on her hips.
"Do you not want to know what his cock felt like as it poked into my belly? How doth his cock feel when he's inside you, Mrs Holtz?"
Furious, Caroline glared at the vampiress and commanded, "That is quite enough! This is a house of God! What you speak of is sinful. Get out of my house this instant, ma'am. Thou art no longer welcome here."
Unbothered, Buffy sat back in the chair. She dropped her eyes to Sarah sitting beside her. The young girl looked confused and sad by Buffy's foul-mouth display.
"Sit down, Mrs Holtz." Buffy looked up at the woman under her long lashes. "You are wearing yourself out."
Caroline felt a chill of dread shoot down her spine. There was a look of true evil that glistened in Buffy's green-eyed glare as she said her calmly spoken command.
Slowly, Caroline sat back down in the chair and with shaky hands, she picked up the teacup. Sharing a look with Sarah, Caroline brought the tea to her lips and took a sip. She wanted to vomit as fear built inside of her.
Sarah shifted her gaze from her mother to Buffy.
"Would you like a biscuit, Sarah?" Buffy offered the girl a plate of biscuits.
Nervously, Sarah shook her head.
For the first time since meeting the beautiful stranger, she could also sense something inhuman in her new friend.
Slamming into the front door of his out, Holtz raced inside carrying a crossbow in hand.
At first glance there was nothing out of sorts with his home. Not a figurine out of place.
Stepping through the kitchen, it was still warm from the meal cooked over the fire.
Cocking back the spring clip, Holtz slowly walked into the next room, the parlour room and he paused mid-step to see his wife, his sweet Caroline sitting limp in the chair. The back of her head fell against the wall. Two bite marks left on her neck. Her eyes were wide open and blank. There was no life in her.
Daniel felt his heart break in his chest. He crossed himself and whispered a prayer asking for forgiveness. It was then he noticed two other tea cups left half frank on the table with Caroline.
Refocusing himself, Holtz needed to find his children. He hoped to God they were left unharmed.
He walked up the stairs to the first door onto his right, Sarah's bedroom.
Hesitantly, his hand shook terrified of what was behind the bedroom door. Working up every ounce of courage he had left, Holtz turned the doorknob and cautiously pushed open the door.
In the darkness of the bedroom which was dimly lit by the moon shining into the bedroom from the window, Holtz breathed a sigh of relief to see his daughter under the covers in bed.
He walked over to her so thankful that God had protected his daughter from the dreaded monster, Buffy Summers.
As he got closer to the bed something was terribly wrong, Holtz discovered.
He pushed the dark hair covering over Sarah's face and felt his stomach churn and jump into his throat. Her dark brown eyes were wide open and lifeless.
His lip quivered as the tears stung his eyes.
Unable to stand, Holtz sat down on the edge of the bed and sobbed into his hands. Without thought his hand rested over Sarah's dead body when he noticed her body was abnormally cushioned.
He stopped his sobs and reached to the top of the blanket that was up to Sarah's neck and pulled it down.
Holtz' eyes widened and vomit clogged in his throat to discover the vampire monstrosity, Quod Spiritus Sanctus (The Beautiful Demon) had decapitated his daughter and used the feather pillows in the place of her body.
Jumping up from the bed, Holtz cried out to God and wept. It was then, he noticed Sarah's body placed neatly on the corner chair with her favourite doll under her arm.
Walking backwards out of the room, Holtz vomited on the floor as he reached the hallway.
The last door on the left ripped open.
The youngest member of the Holtz family, Daniel Jr ran out of the bedroom with a starving growl.
Shaking his head, Holtz cried for his son, now a vampire.
"Papa!" Daniel Jr squealed and sprinted towards him flashing his fangs.
Heartbroken, Holtz raised the crossbow in his hand, "Please, forgive me, my boy." He fired the arrow hitting the six year old directly into the heart. Daniel Jr's body combusted into a cloud of dust just as he reached Holtz.
Falling to his knees, Holtz cried into his hands, mourning the loss of his family.
Standing outside the home watching as Holtz' men ran into the house and hearing the gasps and curses, Buffy's eyes were focused on the upstairs window that looked into the hallway.
Quite pleased with herself, Buffy turned away from the home and walked to the house and carriage where Dracula waited.
"Was thy evening successful, Prințesa mea întunecată (my dark Princess)?" Dracula asked as Buffy sat down across from him in the carriage.
Buffy looked out the carriage window to the upstairs room seeing the candles being lit in the windows as more people in the town became aware of the massacre that had occurred in the Holtz' family house.
"Far better than I had anticipated," Buffy replied with a gleaming smile and girlishly chuckled.
Hours Later
Holtz Residence
Having not moved from his place sitting against the wall in the hallway, Holtz stared into Sarah's bedroom. The only thoughts that wandered his mind was to remind himself to keep breathing. His heart ached for the loss of his family.
Anger fueled his veins hating the soulless monster that took everything he ever loved from him.
"My Lord, heed thy prayer. I ask for my forgiveness for what I must do. I can no longer turn thy cheek or refuse my rage. I am blind by revenge and I will seek it. It is thy will to rid the world of evil and Satan's whore walketh the earth. To God be the glory in the highest, give me thy strength and will to do what I must. " Daniel crossed himself, "In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost. Amen."
Gathering his strength, Holtz slowly got back onto his feet with a look of determination on his face. He was going to find Buffy and kill her, once and for all.
Gearing himself with weapons; a crossbow hung across his chest, stakes stuffed into his pockets and through his belt. Holtz tied a thin rope string carrying a large wooden cross around his neck.
He walked out of the darkened house when a demon appeared from the shadows, backing him back into the house.
Aiming the crossbow with his finger steadily on the trigger, Holtz commanded, "Step into the light, demon."
A blue skinned Shrouded Man demon with bright red eyes dressed in long middle-eastern robes and head covering, which also covered the demon's mouth and nose. He stepped into the dim candlelight.
"The deadliest magicks are needed to cast revenge on the creature at night." The Shrouded Man said in a deep ominous voice.
"The Lord has sent you?" Daniel asked, unable to hide his surprise.
The Shrouded Man, bowed his head and said, "I am at thy service but I come with a price."
Without thinking about the consequences, Holtz nodded his head, "Anything. That demon hath taken everything I have. I have nothing left to give."
"I shall help you. But you must find the creature. She lives with the Dark Prince in the castle. Splash this over the foul being." The demon held out a vile of blood to Holtz.
Holtz accepted the vile and watched the demon bow his head before disappearing into black shadow.
Yorkshire Castle: Parlour Room
Dracula reached over the small table between them and poured blood in a crystal decanter into an ornate wine goblet that was decorated with different gemstones.
Buffy sat back in the high back velvet throne-like chair and sipped the blood in the glass. Her eyes went to her Sire and watched as he filled the goblet in front of him with blood.
Bowing his head, Dracula smirked holding up the goblet. "To the most infamous creature in history."
"The game is not finished yet, darling," Buffy sipped the blood and turned her gaze to the dancing flames in the large fireplace.
Smiling at her with beaming pride, Dracula raised a dark brow. "I thought you said he would prevail in all circumstances and be driven by revenge."
"Oh, he is." Her eyes slowly wandered towards the direction of the closed door. A smile slid across her mouth. "I would say, my darling, we have a guest in our fine home." Butterflies fluttered in her stomach with excited anticipation.
The heavy wooden door of the parlour room flew open.
Holtz fired the arrow in the crossbow at the servant standing by the door growling at the impolite intruder.
The servant combusted into a cloud of dust.
Entering further into the parlour room, Holtz loaded another arrow into the crossbow and held his finger over the trigger as he rounded the door to find Buffy and an aristocratic man sitting together at a small table.
"Mr Holtz," Buffy announced brightly wearing a wide smile. "Darling, didn't I tell you we had a guest?" She looked over to the pale man beside her, that eyed Daniel Holtz with a sneer of disgust.
Noticing the mud on the demon hunter's boots, Dracula scowled. "You did not tell me that our guest would bring the outside world with his intrusion."
Buffy rolled her eyes and sipped the blood in the goblet. "He is a bit rough around the edgeth."
"He entereth my home, killeth my servant, and staineth my floor with mud. This man is terribly uncouth." Dracula ran his glaring over Daniel.
"Oh, my darling," she rested a hand over Dracula's, "be kind to the poor man. He just lost his entire family." Buffy said with a twitching smile as she looked over at the vampire hunter. "Little Sarah is so precious when she sleepeth." The vampiress maliciously taunted.
Holtz' lips curved with hatred. "I will show you no mercy, vampire."
"Very well," Buffy placed the goblet down on the table and stood from the throne-like chair and walked over to the roaring fireplace.
Buffy turned her back on the vengeful vampire hunter and faced the large fireplace. She held her hands near the fire, warming her hands. "I suspect that you want me to suffer, as thou art suffering." She said, holding her hands over the bright red-orange colour of the flames.
"The Lord hath given me strength to send you back where you belong. Hell."
Facing the hurt man, Buffy wore a look of surprise. "And how wilt thou be sending me to Hell? You possess no magic. Thou art merely a mortal," she snobbishly sneered.
In the corner of his eye, Holtz saw a black shadow appear in the corner. The Shrouded Man appeared behind Buffy.
She whirled around with a deep set frown of surprise. Buffy took a step back from the Shrouded Man and looked at Holtz. "What art thou doing?" She asked.
"I told you," Holtz smirked with the upper hand. "You're going to endure the pain I feel for the rest of eternity."
Buffy looked back to Dracula, who had already vanished from the place where he sat leaving Buffy behind.
Feeling boxed into a corner, Buffy began to try reasoning with the vampire hunter. "Please, sir, this is not you. Thou art good man. A devout man of God. Thou wilt not be able to live with thyself if—"
"—I send a demon back to the Devil?" He uncorked the vile of blood with his teeth and splashed the thick dark red liquid over Buffy's dress.
She staggered back, looking down at the blood staining her dress. "Daniel," Buffy said his name desperately, "please, sir. I beg of thee, don't do this. Please, forgive me. Daniel, please—" Buffy screamed as she collapsed to the ground in pain.
The Shrouded Man began to chant. He raised his arms and magnificent lights flowed from his hands and congealed around Buffy's body. The bright lights swarmed in and out of her body.
The lights suddenly faded.
Buffy did not move from the ground.
Hesitantly, Holtz walked over to the vampiress wondering what had happened to her.
She slowly stood up with shaky legs.
Holtz staggered backwards bumping into Dracula standing directly behind him. He looked back to Buffy. Her beautiful disguise morphed to her demonic features.
"Hath no one ever told you to never bargain with a demon?" She grinned, flashing her sharp fangs as Holtz walked backwards, now feeling dreadfully trapped. "Did you think I had not known what you were doing? What were you capable of? Why else would I send a shaman to you?" Buffy crossed the short distance between herself and Daniel Holtz. "You, thy beloved family have not yet felt pain. Trust me, Daniel when I say that thou wilt."
Standing close to him, Buffy craned her neck upwards and stared deep into his blue terrified eyes. "I will have mercy on you, my sweet Daniel." Tenderly, Buffy cupped his cheek and ran the pad of her thumb over his cheekbone. "I will give you an eternity with thy family…" shifting to the tips of her toes, "… in Hell. Thou wilt spend an eternity watching them die over and over again. Thou wilt feel their pain as death reached upon their bodies and they take their final suffocating breath. Thou wilt never sleep nor will you eat and down there, Daniel… God will never heed thy prayers." Buffy placed a small gentle kiss over his lips. "Goodbye, my sweet Daniel." She stepped away as the Shrouded Man stepped around the vampiress and held out his hands with bright lights swarmed Holtz' body.
This time, the spell was real. Holtz stood hunched over screaming from the pains of lightning shooting in and out of his body.
Falling to his knees, Holtz felt his entire being ripped out from his body. A bright glowing mystical ball of light hovered over his head. The Shrouded Man held out an empire vile and the bright light slipped into the small glass. He placed a corked closing the vile and the lights from the Shrouded Man vanished.
The body left of Daniel Holtz collapsed to the ground.
Buffy took the vile containing Daniel Holtz' soul from the Shrouded Man and studied it carefully. "An eternity forever with thy family, my sweet Daniel," she kissed the vile and carelessly tossed it over to the Shrouded Man.
"The task is finished," the Shrouded Man started with a deep thundering voice. "This restoreth the balance between us, Elizabeth Summers. My debt to thee is now repaid in full. Do not call upon me again."
Confidently, Buffy stood proudly feeling victorious for her dismantlement of the God-fearing, brave Holtz family. "I shan't," she said, turning away from the shaman.
The Shrouded Man faded into the air going back to Hell.
Facing her Sire-lover, Buffy shared a large grin with him. She began to walk over with the intentions of ravaging him where he stood, "See, my darling, what did I tell y—" A sudden zapping pull teleported her out of the castle.
Salem, Massachusetts
Woods: Coven's Circle
Buffy landed in the woods in the dead of night. She looked around to the twelve women seeming to have merged with the trees. Standing back onto her feet, Buffy picked off the small twigs and leaves on the sleeves of her gown.
Buffy's eyes then turned to a redhead standing in the back of the circle. She had a kind sweet face that was easily disguised as innocent. Her gaze went to another attractive woman with light-brown complexion and dark curly brown hair. Her slim body was covered by a plain unfashionable dress that made Buffy sneer.
With mild annoyance, Buffy tossed her gaze around the circle when a beautiful young woman with dark brown hair, black eyes, perfect unblemished pale skin was covered by a gorgeous and luxurious gown. She stepped forward, marking herself as the leader of this coven of women.
"Quod Spiritus Sanctus (The Beautiful Demon)?" The dark haired English woman menacingly smiled, "Welcome to Salem."
Buffy raised her brows.
