Author's Notes :: Only a short chapter right noe, I'm in the process of moving house so, I can only write when I get a little free time, hopefully, will be more soon And I'm a little sad right now, my poor fishy Buggy eyes, was eaten by his fellow pond dwellers yesterday.....

To Anna Maxwell, Thankyou again!!

and a new reviewer Kasra, Thankyou!! Yes, it has some elements of BtVS, It really is an excellent series try and catch it if you can!! (Says I who hasn't seen any new episodes since about season five^_^*)

The beginning, part four




Quatre glared at the vidphone as is rang. This was a number he hoped he'd never need again. "Good day," the man who answered spoke without looking up. "Good afternoon, Father."




Winner was having a bad day. All the paperwork he'd been doing seemed to keep piling higher, three different sections had reported "Incidents" within their departmental Staff and he wasn't feeling well. To top his day off, his only son was glaring at him from the vid phone. He mentally sighed and turned the phone to face himself fully. Once, before the War had begun, Before Quatre had decided he knew what was right and how to accomplish this, the two had been close. He still remembered the training, from the first day, when he'd taught the boy how to hold the stake - and then accidentally knocking him out - to the final days of practise, where Quatre easily fought out of the complex battle strategies he had concocted.
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"But Father," the blonde tried to begin a conversation Winner didn't want to have. "Quatre, do you realise what could happen if you pilot that...that..Thing. It will mean you are no longer a Winner, for we are Pacifists. You'd do well to remember that." Quatre glared, "Are we Pacifists when we kill the Vampires Father?" Winner went red in the face and raised a hand, pointing one finger. "If you do Pilot that ...Machine, don't bother coming back here, for you will no longer be a Winner." The shorter blonde raised his head, setting his jaw. "Very well, Good Day Mr Winner."

Winner watched, flabbergasted as his youngest child walked out of the door and out of his life.
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"Quatre" the elder greeted his son, tilting his head slightly. "I want to know if there has been vampire sightings lately." the crisp voice answered, not giving a greeting. Winner frowned, "I'm not aware of any, Why do you ask." Quatre looked down, away from the screen, a frown forming on his own features. "I met a vampire yesterday. And I'm dreaming again." Quatre missed the flicker of concern pass his fathers' face as he heard the news. "I'll get in touch with the order. There should be a new Slayer now, considering you.. ah.. died." Quatre's eyes flickered up to meet his fathers' again and Winner was shocked to see fear pass through his eyes. A moment later, the look was gone, replaced by the set jaw and determination Winner knew so well.




"you know.." the crystal hissed excitedly as the vampire nodded, "Yes Master, soon you will rise again, stronger than before, and the Slayer cannot stop you..."