Out of Sight... (Homecoming part V)
Another ongoing fanfic by Joe Stakem
There is another meeting in L.A., but this is not a meeting of old friends, this was a meeting with a dark purpose, this was a meeting of evil intentions. The people gathered, all vampires, stood and muttered. They were assembled in an abandoned warehouse on the lower east side. They had heard about a new vamp in town on the street, they heard he had a plan...
A dark man emerged. He was followed, rather, guarded by six followers, vampires. The man himself was a vampire, he wore a dark cloak, which covered his pale skin. His followers quickly removed the cloak. A circle had formed around him. The vampires, all thirty of them, were in awe. Behind the cloak he was the classic vampire, handsome, pale, he had longer fangs than the rest of them, indicating that he was an older vampire, and they all knew, the older, the more powerful...
He began to speak. "Nightwalkers..." He spoke with the classic boss villain tone. He looked each of them in the eye, before speaking again. "For too long now we have been held prisoner, captive in fear, by one thing alone, the slayer." Many of the vampires there were refugees from Sunnydale, chased off by the slayer. "We no longer have to worry about that." Many became skeptical of this guy, they had heard that so many times before. One vampire was brave enough to question the dark one. "We have heard that from so many before, and they have failed, what makes you so confident. Upon hearing this the dark one made the vampire count twenty nine. They were all shocked, he killed the questioner without lifting a finger, this guy meant business...
After showing his power, the dark on revealed his plan. "The slayer has fallen, as prophesized, soon, the gates of hell will open, and the age of man will come to an end. I require twenty of the strongest of you for my army, for our time is at hand!" The vampires cheered, they were no longer skeptical, the hell mouth would finally open for good with the slayer gone, and it would be the end of mankind. The crowd died down as the dark one began to speak again. "We must go to the hell mouth and prepare for the opening, those of you willing to devote yourselves to our cause, step forward." All of them stepped forward. A vampire spoke from the back. "What should we call you?" One of the dark one's guards, a particularly nasty looking vamp with a scar on his chin answered, "He is Mephisto, but you may call him master..."
To Be Continued