TITLE: The Crow: Restless Souls 3/?
AUTHOR: Wesley
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DISTRIBUTION: Just drop me a line letting me know where it has been placed.
DISCLAIMER: I know nada and own even less.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN? IT'S GONE!?" He screamed into his cell phone.
"Not gone sir, destroyed. The alarms went off about half an hour ago. We haven't been able to contact your cell phone, you must have been in a non-serviced area. I told you we should go digital sir." The lackey's voice echoed through the phone.
"I don't have time for a technology seminar right now! What happened to the orb, Ren?" Alex fumed.
"We don't know sir. Vincent looked in on the object, it appears to have shattered. The safe was blown out and your desk was pretty badly burned sir, I think we may have to scrap it. There was a black outline of a cro..."
"I DON'T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT THE DESK YOU IDIOT! YOU FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENED TO MY ORB OF THESULAH OR I WILL FEAST ON YOUR UNBEATING HEART!"
He growled.
"Yes sir, of course sir!"
Lucard closed the phone with such force that it crumbled in his hand. Incessant rage coursed through his veins, the orb was the key to everything he had so carefully planned. He was further infuriated at the sound of chuckling from the floor of the warehouse.
"Orb of Thesulah. Now why oh why would you need one of those." Buffy asked halfheartedly.
"Ooooooooh," Alex started, "is this the part where the villain reveals his ingenious plan to the heroine. I think not my dear, this is not a James Bond movie."
"'My dear'? For this not to be a cheesy Bond movie, you sure have the dialogue down." Buffy shot back as she wiped a small drip of blood from her lip.
"Mmmmmmmmm, little slayer's gone and burst at the seems. Not to long and we'll sew her back up. Isn't that right Miss Edith?" Dru asked her dolly.
"That's right Dru, we will." Alex smiled.
"If the little birdie doesn't poop on our plans first." Dru said through quirked lips.
"Birdie darling?"
Buffy, at the end of her own rope, started giggling like a mad woman.
"And what do you find so amusing?" Alex all but screamed.
"Ahhhh, Xander, Xander, Xander. She is fucking nuts!" She said through cackles. Buffy smiled up at he vampire as he sneered at her.
"My name is ALEX LUCARD! You would do well to remember that slayer, it is the last name you will ever know!" Lucard howled.
The beating of wings filled the air with melodic thunder. A large black bird swept from the rafters, grazing the heads of the horde.
"I always liked Xander better." echoed a voice through the warehouse. "And she's right you know, we really did watch to many cheesy movies."
"Who's there!?" called out Alex.
"Daddy's light has come out of its glass shell, riding on the wings of that black beast." Dru screeched.
"You even took your name from a cheesy vampire television show. A. Lucard? Oh yeah that's SO original." called out the gravely phantom voice.
"Who dares to insult me? Show yourself coward" The vampire cried out.
Suddenly from the rafters an eerie light magically flowed from the darkness. The figure hung from the middle on his elbows, clutched to two "v" shaped rafters. The ghostly light surrounded its figure like a spot light. The thing let black tangles of hair fall from its face, revealing familiar features covered in impossible shadows. The black trench coat billowed back from the naked pink flesh beneath and flailed like wings behind him.
"Who are you?" an enraged Alex demanded.
"Why this little ol' soul? Just an old friend. But you can call me... VENGANCE!" The figure leapt from the rafters falling like an angel.
The stranger flipped gracefully in the air as he fell. He let his momentum carry him to the ground and outstretched his arms before him. He looked like a praying child as he sat looking at them with a grin on his indistinguishable features.
"Okay... so that was a little cheesy too. Old habits and all that."
"Kill him." Alex command wearily.
"Don't worry boss, I'll take care of this," said a big and burly vampire as he sloughed off his human disguise. It was an exercise in futility though as he was thrown back by the clap of a shotgun.
"What the ..." another vampire was cut off by a decapitation from another thunderous round.
"You shouldn't interrupt a maniac when he's making his entrance. Its just plain rude." The man said through an insane grin as he pumped another round into the shotgun. "Now where was I?"
The stranger smiled maniacally at the vampire and laid the weapon over his folded arms, cradling it like a baby.
"About to die." snarled Lucard after his patience had ran dry.
"Oh my friend, We've been there, done that, and even got a nifty T-shirt." The stranger laughed. The mystical cloak that shrouded the mystery man's face slowly lifted revealing the smooth yet chiseled features of the man that stood in front of him.
"Xander?!" Buffy screamed in shocked confusion.
"No it can't be..." sputtered the vampire at the replica of his own face.
"That's right bucko, its the face you can't see in the mirror every night." Xander quipped.
"How?" Buffy whispered from the floor.
"I think our friend Mr. Lucard might be able to answer that," Xander started, "oh come now Alex. I can see the little wheels turning in that dead head of yours. We never were the brightest, but I'm sure you can put this together."
Lucard's narrowed eyes reflected his deep thoughts. "The orb... it's impossible!!" he shouted.
Xander could only laugh at that. "This is the Hellmouth Alex. Crazy, wacky, and impossible run rampant here."
"The orb?" Buffy whispered.
"Ding ding ding! We have a winner. That's right ladies and gentlemen The Orb of Thesulah is the answer, but what is the question?" Xander asked in a weak imitation of a game show host.
"How did you come back Xander?" Buffy asked in a dazed awe.
"Shut up slayer!" Alex screamed, "Enough games. Dru darling, will you please take care of the Slayer while I handle our... guest."
"Oooooooo Mummy gets to play with a new piece of porcelain. Wonder if she'll break." Drusilla cooed as she ran her hands over her lithe body.
"Play with her if you want Dru, but I will be the one to bring her to our light. Do you understand me kitten?" Alex asked without taking his eyes from the man before him.
"Yes Daddy. Don't play with yourself too long, Mummy wants to see the Dolly with a set of fangs." Drusilla crooned.
"Touch her and the wind will be carrying you to the ends of the earth." Xander growled.
"Oh, so you do have a flair for the dramatics, imposture. Your head shall hang from my mantle after you have been drained." Alex sneered. He took a step toward himself and broke the reflection when he allowed his demonic visage to surface.
Xander's laughter echoed through the high ceiling of the warehouse once again. "Oh no... its a vampire! I'm so scared." Xander mocked, "Hey Mr. Vampire-face... wanna see mine?" he asked through a cruel smile.
Every occupant of the room's eyes went wide. Xander's pink face changed to a ghastly ghost white. His red lips became a charcoal black as the edges split into the devil's smile. His warm brown eyes sunk back into his head and left black pits around the edges. A drip of ashen blood streamed down each of his cheeks and unnaturally climbed his brow. They left eerie slash marks through his eyes. Slashes that ran the length of his face. A flutter of wings introduced his black feathered friends.
"My God..." Buffy whispered.
"I guess its not a good day to be a vampire, huh Alex?"
AUTHOR: Wesley
FEEDBACK: Sure.
DISTRIBUTION: Just drop me a line letting me know where it has been placed.
DISCLAIMER: I know nada and own even less.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN? IT'S GONE!?" He screamed into his cell phone.
"Not gone sir, destroyed. The alarms went off about half an hour ago. We haven't been able to contact your cell phone, you must have been in a non-serviced area. I told you we should go digital sir." The lackey's voice echoed through the phone.
"I don't have time for a technology seminar right now! What happened to the orb, Ren?" Alex fumed.
"We don't know sir. Vincent looked in on the object, it appears to have shattered. The safe was blown out and your desk was pretty badly burned sir, I think we may have to scrap it. There was a black outline of a cro..."
"I DON'T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT THE DESK YOU IDIOT! YOU FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENED TO MY ORB OF THESULAH OR I WILL FEAST ON YOUR UNBEATING HEART!"
He growled.
"Yes sir, of course sir!"
Lucard closed the phone with such force that it crumbled in his hand. Incessant rage coursed through his veins, the orb was the key to everything he had so carefully planned. He was further infuriated at the sound of chuckling from the floor of the warehouse.
"Orb of Thesulah. Now why oh why would you need one of those." Buffy asked halfheartedly.
"Ooooooooh," Alex started, "is this the part where the villain reveals his ingenious plan to the heroine. I think not my dear, this is not a James Bond movie."
"'My dear'? For this not to be a cheesy Bond movie, you sure have the dialogue down." Buffy shot back as she wiped a small drip of blood from her lip.
"Mmmmmmmmm, little slayer's gone and burst at the seems. Not to long and we'll sew her back up. Isn't that right Miss Edith?" Dru asked her dolly.
"That's right Dru, we will." Alex smiled.
"If the little birdie doesn't poop on our plans first." Dru said through quirked lips.
"Birdie darling?"
Buffy, at the end of her own rope, started giggling like a mad woman.
"And what do you find so amusing?" Alex all but screamed.
"Ahhhh, Xander, Xander, Xander. She is fucking nuts!" She said through cackles. Buffy smiled up at he vampire as he sneered at her.
"My name is ALEX LUCARD! You would do well to remember that slayer, it is the last name you will ever know!" Lucard howled.
The beating of wings filled the air with melodic thunder. A large black bird swept from the rafters, grazing the heads of the horde.
"I always liked Xander better." echoed a voice through the warehouse. "And she's right you know, we really did watch to many cheesy movies."
"Who's there!?" called out Alex.
"Daddy's light has come out of its glass shell, riding on the wings of that black beast." Dru screeched.
"You even took your name from a cheesy vampire television show. A. Lucard? Oh yeah that's SO original." called out the gravely phantom voice.
"Who dares to insult me? Show yourself coward" The vampire cried out.
Suddenly from the rafters an eerie light magically flowed from the darkness. The figure hung from the middle on his elbows, clutched to two "v" shaped rafters. The ghostly light surrounded its figure like a spot light. The thing let black tangles of hair fall from its face, revealing familiar features covered in impossible shadows. The black trench coat billowed back from the naked pink flesh beneath and flailed like wings behind him.
"Who are you?" an enraged Alex demanded.
"Why this little ol' soul? Just an old friend. But you can call me... VENGANCE!" The figure leapt from the rafters falling like an angel.
The stranger flipped gracefully in the air as he fell. He let his momentum carry him to the ground and outstretched his arms before him. He looked like a praying child as he sat looking at them with a grin on his indistinguishable features.
"Okay... so that was a little cheesy too. Old habits and all that."
"Kill him." Alex command wearily.
"Don't worry boss, I'll take care of this," said a big and burly vampire as he sloughed off his human disguise. It was an exercise in futility though as he was thrown back by the clap of a shotgun.
"What the ..." another vampire was cut off by a decapitation from another thunderous round.
"You shouldn't interrupt a maniac when he's making his entrance. Its just plain rude." The man said through an insane grin as he pumped another round into the shotgun. "Now where was I?"
The stranger smiled maniacally at the vampire and laid the weapon over his folded arms, cradling it like a baby.
"About to die." snarled Lucard after his patience had ran dry.
"Oh my friend, We've been there, done that, and even got a nifty T-shirt." The stranger laughed. The mystical cloak that shrouded the mystery man's face slowly lifted revealing the smooth yet chiseled features of the man that stood in front of him.
"Xander?!" Buffy screamed in shocked confusion.
"No it can't be..." sputtered the vampire at the replica of his own face.
"That's right bucko, its the face you can't see in the mirror every night." Xander quipped.
"How?" Buffy whispered from the floor.
"I think our friend Mr. Lucard might be able to answer that," Xander started, "oh come now Alex. I can see the little wheels turning in that dead head of yours. We never were the brightest, but I'm sure you can put this together."
Lucard's narrowed eyes reflected his deep thoughts. "The orb... it's impossible!!" he shouted.
Xander could only laugh at that. "This is the Hellmouth Alex. Crazy, wacky, and impossible run rampant here."
"The orb?" Buffy whispered.
"Ding ding ding! We have a winner. That's right ladies and gentlemen The Orb of Thesulah is the answer, but what is the question?" Xander asked in a weak imitation of a game show host.
"How did you come back Xander?" Buffy asked in a dazed awe.
"Shut up slayer!" Alex screamed, "Enough games. Dru darling, will you please take care of the Slayer while I handle our... guest."
"Oooooooo Mummy gets to play with a new piece of porcelain. Wonder if she'll break." Drusilla cooed as she ran her hands over her lithe body.
"Play with her if you want Dru, but I will be the one to bring her to our light. Do you understand me kitten?" Alex asked without taking his eyes from the man before him.
"Yes Daddy. Don't play with yourself too long, Mummy wants to see the Dolly with a set of fangs." Drusilla crooned.
"Touch her and the wind will be carrying you to the ends of the earth." Xander growled.
"Oh, so you do have a flair for the dramatics, imposture. Your head shall hang from my mantle after you have been drained." Alex sneered. He took a step toward himself and broke the reflection when he allowed his demonic visage to surface.
Xander's laughter echoed through the high ceiling of the warehouse once again. "Oh no... its a vampire! I'm so scared." Xander mocked, "Hey Mr. Vampire-face... wanna see mine?" he asked through a cruel smile.
Every occupant of the room's eyes went wide. Xander's pink face changed to a ghastly ghost white. His red lips became a charcoal black as the edges split into the devil's smile. His warm brown eyes sunk back into his head and left black pits around the edges. A drip of ashen blood streamed down each of his cheeks and unnaturally climbed his brow. They left eerie slash marks through his eyes. Slashes that ran the length of his face. A flutter of wings introduced his black feathered friends.
"My God..." Buffy whispered.
"I guess its not a good day to be a vampire, huh Alex?"
