And The Darkness Shall Last An Immortal Lifetime.
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Rating:- PG13
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The wonders of modern day man. And woman of course. She'd seen it all. For over 4 centuries she'd watched the achievements of mankind, knowing she could never be a part of it. The demon within her forbade it. No, she was content. She liked the way she was. Immortality was her one dream as a child and now her dream was reality. It had been for over 4 centuries. She watched the sunset from the shadows, out of direct sunlight. How beautiful it was, the colours merging to form one huge, magnificent glow. Twirling her blonde hair, she stepped out of the shadows as the last remains of the sun vanished, and the world was plunged into darkness. Eternally. She smiled and looked at her watch, two in the afternoon. She watched as the panic spread like wildfire through Los Angeles and the rest of America no doubt. Returning to her flat, the vampire switched on the TV. There were emergency newsflashes on every channel. She looked out of the window and laughed at the crowds of humans stumbled in the darkness, trying to get cars or flats. Car headlights were hurriedly turned on, and lit the street for the terrified stampede. Humans were dangerous. If just one stopped to think, they'd see there was nothing to fear. Only slightly darker than your average daylight. No problem. But if one person panicked, they all did. There were even lunatics screaming from flat windows that the Apocalypse was nigh. Rubbish. Only a little witchcraft. Not your average witchcraft, true, but it was still there. Religion may disappear, but there would always be witchcraft. That she was sure of. The cries of the terrifed grew tiresome, she put a video on. The Exorcist. It always made her laugh, most horror films did. The gore just made her hungry and the screams of the victims only made it worse. By the end of the film, she was laughed so hard she cried. Calming herself down, she focussed her mind on the more serious matters at hand. Eternal darkness.
Cordelia stared out the window, completely confused. She kept looking from the clock to the pitch black outside her window. Her spectral companion had kindly turned on every light in the house. She was about to phone Angel, when the phone rang and began to float towards her,
"You know I can do it myself. Thanks anyway."
She took the phone from her friend and answered it,
"Hello?"
Angel's voice was soft and concerned at the other end,
"Are you okay?"
"Five by five. What about you and Wesley?"
"Wesley's gone to find a torch, and I'm...well...here."
"Y'know I 'd feel a whole load better if you were *here* I mean Dennis's a great guy but he's doesn't exactly have a degree in protection and comfort."
"Uh, point taken. We'll be there. Mean while, don't open the door to *anybody*, okay?"
"I'm not a baby. I grew up on top of Hellmouth, Angel. I know how not to let a vamp into my home."
"Good. We'll be right over. Don't go anywhere."
They hung up, and Cordy turned to where Dennis waved a cup of coffee infront of her,
"Oh Dennis, what would I do without you?"
Die from lack of caffeine, the poltergeist thought to himself.
"You take the car. I'll walk."
Wesley took the keys from his vampiric business partner,
"Won't it be a bit more dangerous than usual?"
"That's the point. Every nocturnal demon in LA will be taking advantage of this. Take the car. I'll get there, don't worry."
The ex-watcher climbed into the black Benz, and revved the engine,
"If you're sure - "
"I am. Go, Cordelia doesn't sound very happy."
Angel gazed after his car, then followed it, wrestling with his kindred to rid the streets of as much predation as possible.
Cloaked by the ebony silk that was the night, the soulful vampire made his way stealthily through the streets of LA towards Cordy and Dennis's house. He knew that if anything should happen, the poltergeist would do everything in his spectral power, to protect her. Never-the-less, Angel was worried about his human companions. Who wouldn't be? He began to speed up his pace as the what-ifs began to work their way into his calm attitude. He dodged humans and demons alike, hurrying to get to Cordelia before...before...nothing. It was just this *feeling*. He'd had it before the worlds lights switched off and now. Something was happening and it wasn't your average apocalyptic-ritual-in-10minutes routine.
Mrs. Summers sat beside her daughter in Giles' living room along with the rest of the Scooby Gang. And Spike. The lone vampire sat in the corner on his own, forbidden to go outside incase something happened to make him change his career choice as a demon-hunter. Anya was seated on Xander's knee, Buffy on Riley's and Willow and Tara sat on the floor beside the fire rummaging through all of Giles' books for an answer. Riley shifted,
"Buff, I'm not being funny, but I've lost all feeling in my leg."
"Ooh, sorry!"
She climbed off his knee, and wriggled her way between her boyfriend and her mother. It was only a two seated sofa, but it would do. Anya huffed,
"I don't think it's Hellmouth. And all that crap about the monster that eats the sun was an old gypsy tale to make the children go to sleep."
Giles looked over his glasses at her,
"There's an element of truth in every scripture."
"Oh right, so if you don't sleep at night, a monster the size of Manhattan will eat you?"
"Um, no. I think not."
"My point exactly."
Buffy stood up,
"You know, I *really* should go. I mean the whole eternal night time thing is gonna reek havoc with my slaying routine."
Joyce stood up aswell,
"Let me come, I don't want you out there on your own."
"No. It too dangerous."
"Buffy I - "
"Mom, that's a flat refusal. No."
"So is it usually this um...busy?"
Buffy stepped aside as a vampire lunged at her, and she dug the stake into it's back.
"That depends how you define usual. Normally? Sunnydale's not normal, Mom."
"But for Sunnydale, is it normal?"
"No. Too many bad guys of the undead species. Muggers I can handle. Psychotic axe-murderers too. But vamps get boring after a while."
Joyce watched her daughter whirl around and nearly dust Spike,
"Mom! Why didn't you tell me it was him? And don't you ever give out warnings?"
Spike raised an eyebrow,
"A little on edge aren't we tonight, Slayer?"
"I just don't like the thought of being permanently on patrol if the sun doesn't come home."
"Nevermind, we could always get you vamped, then chipped. You'd be like me. Only you'd be Vampire Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Has a certain ring to it, don't you think?"
Buffy turned her back on him, and braced herself for the on coming vampires,
"Giles got any updates?" She managed to say between punches.
"Sort of. They've narrowed it down to three things."
"And they are?" She said performing a swift high-kick and sending a vampire into the nearest tree.
"Sorcery, Necromancy or Witchcraft."
Joyce approached the chipped vampire, almost for protection,
"What's the difference?"
"Don't know, but one's got something to do with raising the dead etc."
A particularly cocky vampire leapt at Joyce, Spike backhanded him, and he halted off snarling.
The blonde vampire rubbed his hands, disgusted with himself,
"It times like this I really wish I'd killed you when I had the chance."