Chapter Five



Rex unwrapped the Urn from beneath his velvet robes and places it on the wooden table-like alter in front of him. The Urn looked brand new, showed no sign of having been repaired or ever broken.
The table was semi-decorated like an alter, candles burned at the corners and a golden chalice was filled almost to the brim with blood. However, this was no a holy alter but an alter used purely for evil. Nothing more and certainly nothing less then Evil.
Rex positioned the Urn in front of the chalice and moved one of the burning candles beside the Urn.
He got to his knees in front of the alter and placed his hands upon his knees.
"Tenebrae resouratris." He began to chant. "Nici mort nici te invoc! Quod perditum cu ajutorul asa sa fie!"
The Urn exploded with light; the candles blew out, smoke trailing from their burnt wicks. The alter collasped, as did the table. The Urn landed, unharmed, at Rex's feet. The warlock looked up at the pot and smiled; the Urn was alive with the anguished cries of damned souls. Suddenly, they silenced and a voice rose above them.
"Rex, thee has invoked me." The voice said, it sounded like it wasn't in one place at once. Rex couldn't help but be shaken by the voice and jerked his head forward. The voice laughed, filling Rex's evil heart with fear.
"Rex, you have nothing to be afraid of. Do you?" The voice asked.
"No." Rex said, regaining his composer. "I have indeed summoned you." He added.
"Do you know what you have summoned? Chaos itself." The voice said, as though answering his own question.
"Yes, that is the reason I summoned you: to install Chaos on the world." Rex answered.
Chaos laughed, as though laughing at Rex's notion that chaos could be unleashed upon the world. "Yes, but you are afraid of something, are you know?" Chaos asked.
Rex's eyes darted in his head, once again unsettled by the knowingness of the entity in the Urn. "I am, but it is foolish." Rex muttered.
"You fear the Slayer." Chaos said.
"I do." Rex answered.
"But you do not fear all those you should." Chaos said. "You don't fear the werewolf, the newly un-dead one, you don't fear the vampire or the seer. However, I see the seer is missing but, no matter, you -fearful Rex- have more to worry about then the Slayer."
"But, are the Slayer's friends really lifethreating to me?" Rex asked.
Chaos laughed again. "Oh, you are foolish. You think you are free from pain and death?" Chaos asked.
"No." Rex answered quickly.
Chaos laughed. "No worries, if you take me to the Hellmouth, then I will make you free from death. You can kill the Slayer and her 'friends'." Chaos promised.
"I will take you." Rex promised.

The next day, everyone decided to hang out at the Magic Box and bug Anya, even if they didn't mean to. Dawn decided to bring Steven along and was showing him all the interesting (and "Fake", Buffy said) stuff that lined the shelves.
Darry and Oz were engrossed in a conversation, as though they were ignoring everything else going on. Buffy and Willow were talking as well, though the Slayer was watching her sister out of the corner of her eye and whittling a stake.
Anya was trying to get Steven to by chicken feet and other things, making him think that all Dawn's friends were crazy. It was like a normal day in any other normal city, however Buffy was worried that some new was coming.

In the old, destroyed, burnt out shell of Sunnydale High School, Rex placed the Urn upon what used to be the check-out counter of the library. "Here is the Hellmouth. This school lies on top of the Hellmouth." Rex said.
Chaos, inside the Urn, seemed to swell and dicapate with screaming souls before the voice inside began to speak. "Yes, well done Rex. Now, I will grant you the power to kill the Slayer and all her friends." Chaos said.
Lightning streaked across the cloudless sky and hit the destroyed school library, striking Rex. Rex surged with power, feeling the energy coarse through his veins and pulse in his blood. Once the lightning disappeared, Rex still felt the power; he knew he could kill the Slayer.

In Snowville, Kellie was polishing the spotless coffee table when the doorbell rang. She nearly flung the polish-rag away as she went to the door, eager to have a visitor. She felt like a hermit, that had lived on her own all her life and was just now meeting her first visitor.
She opened the door and was surprised to see who it was; it was her friend from elemerty, middle and high school: Kevin Margarita. Once, when they were in middle school, she and Kevin had dated but then decided just to remain friends. Kellie was happier with that, with them just being friends.
Now, she was surprised to see him; she hadn't seen him since her parent's funeral when he had come to pay his respects.
"Kevin, hey." Kellie said, waving her hand for him to come inside. Both Kellie and Kevin entered her apartment.
"Hey Kellie, haven't seen you in a couple of months but I heard from some people that you were back in town." Kevin said and gave Kellie a quick, nervous hug.
"Yeah, looks like." Kellie said and stepped away from Kevin, her thoughts going swiftly to Spike.
"So, the thing with you cousin didn't work out?" Kevin asked.
"No." Kellie answered shortly, looking around the small apartment.
Kevin sighed. "So, what's new with you? I mean, other then being back in Snowville." Kevin asked.
"Well, really nothing. I'm not exactly sure what I want to do, now that I'm back in Snowville." Kellie answered.
"Yeah, but its a nice place you got here." Kevin remarked. "Very clean." He added, not seeing a spot of dust anywhere.
"I have a lot of free time to clean." Kellie answered and walked over to the mantle and began rearranging the pictures in a frenzy, almost as though rearranging them what cause something to happen .
Kevin looked over at Kellie. "What's the matter, girl? You've never kept anything from me before." Kevin asked, walking over to her.
Kellie turned to look at him. "You're still the same old Kevin." She remarked. "You're not, by any chance, related to a Kevin Martini are you?" Kellie asked.
Kevin smiled. "And you're still, under all that craziness, still the same old Kellie." Kevin said.
Kellie smiled as she remembered the last time Kevin had said that she had a lot of 'craziness' in her. That was when her mother had took her and Kevin skiing in the Snowflake Ski Lodge when they were younger; she had a picture taken of them together, that she had rested on her mantle.
"Yes, yes I am." She agreed.

Back in Sunnydale, Oz had decided to take Darry to dinner, as though to celebrate her returning to Sunnydale. Buffy decided that tonight was a good time to re-start her normal patrols in Sunnydale. Once all the strange, magick summoned demons began to run amuck in Sunnydale, Buffy hadn't really had time to patrol. And, after Darry died, Buffy had been in some what of a stupor and really hadn't patrolled. Which wasn't a good thing because all the vampires and normal nasties were back in Sunny D. And that meant that vampires began to reguard humans and Happy-Meals with feet again.
So, Buffy decided it was time to return to her normal Slayer skills; after talking with Willow the night she turned invisible, Buffy realized that it was important that she patrol because it was up to her to keep everything in running order.
Once she had seen that Dawn was home with Willow and not going somewhere with Steven, Buffy grabbed her newly craved stakes and headed out of the Magic Box.
The Slayer stepped onto the sidewalk and looked around, scanning the area to see if any vampires or other nasties were lurking around. After seeing none, Buffy frowned; you'd think the vampires would be happy to know that the old Slayer was back in business.
As if summoned by her thoughts, there was a rattle in the alley behind the Magic Box. Slowly, Buffy slunk into the alleyway, taking more care then she ever had because, she hated to admit, she was actually happy to be back on the job and not sitting around all day.
When she entered the alleyway, she frowned and nearly dropped the stake she was holding in disappointment.
Standing in the back of the alley was Spike, looking like he wasn't supposed to be there but was there anyway. Buffy was tired of Spike always seeming to follow her around.
Spike looked over at Buffy with a smile on his face. "I knew you'd come around sooner or later, luv." He said and walked over to her.
Buffy took a step back. "Don't call me that." She spat, frowning at the vampire.
Spike moved toward her and rested his hand on her cheek. "Spike, get away." Buffy commanded, giving him a shove.
Spike grabbed Buffy's wrist and pulled her and closer to him. "You can't fool me, Slayer, I know exactly what kind of girl you really are." Spike said, whispering into Buffy's ear.
Buffy shoved Spike away from her, shoving him onto the ground. "Spike, you disgust me." Buffy spat. "Do you even care about Kellie anymore or was she just a 'phase' you were going through?" Buffy asked.
At the mention of Kellie, Spike's face became serious. "She's not coming back." Spike muttered and stood up.
"Yes, she is." Buffy retorted, trying to keep the vampire in line even if it meant telling him things she wasn't even sure of herself.
"Sure she is; why would she? She doesn't know Darry's alive and obviously she doesn't care about me or she wouldn't have left in the first place." Spike muttered.
"Whatever Spike. But, even if she doesn't come back I want you to get one thing straight, don't ever come near me again." Buffy hissed and turned around and walked out of the alley, in search of bigger and better things.
Spike watched her go but didn't feel compelled to go after her; he could only think of Kellie and what Buffy had said.

Rex was walking around the streets of Sunnydale, looking for the Slayer; surely she would be out now, since it was nighttime and all the vampires that she was supposed to slay would be out.
However, there was no sign of the Slayer that had given him the slip the other night, due to Paul's stupidity. Rex narrowed his eyes as he peered across the street, catching sight of a blonde girl carrying a stake.
Rex grinned when he knew he had spotted the Slayer; raw, pure magick crackled on his fingertips. The Slayer was nearly away from where most people were, making it safe for Rex to stalk her without much problem.
As the Slayer entered one of the lesser visited cemeteries, Rex followed her, trying to keep his distance. However, he found it hard because he knew that his blood not only pumped with magick but pumped with the urge to kill the Slayer.
The Slayer scanned the area, looking disappointed because there was no action, no one to fight. 'Oh, I'll give you a fight' Rex thought. 'And it'll be the last fight you ever have.'
A stick cracked under Rex's foot, causing him to jump and the Slayer to turn around.
She frowned when she saw him, narrowing her eyes to get a better look at him. She apparently had no idea who he was, and why should she because they had never met. She had no idea that it was he who caused her sister's arm to be broken or the little witch to fall into some what of a stupor.
Buffy took a step toward him, thinking he was a normal person. "Sir, it's not safe for you to be alone...at night." She said.
Rex chuckled, how easily the Slayer was doped and confused. He raised his hands and shot off a force of electrical energy at the Slayer. The blast hit Buffy square in the chest and sent her falling back, landing against the trunk of a tree.
Quickly, however, she was up again and looking none too pleased. "You, how are you?" Buffy asked.
Rex chuckled again, as though laughing at her ignorance. "Your worst enemy, the one that will sent you to the deepest and darkest dimension of Hell you can image." Rex said.
Buffy crossed her hand over her chest. "Oh, like I haven't heard that before." She muttered.
Rex was slightly stunned by the Slayer's attitude to his words. He raised his hands again, the magick crackling between his fingertips and chipping his fingernails.
"You will soon find out just how real those words really are, Slayer." Rex said. "But, I am a reasonable man, so before I kill you and I introduce myself. I am Rex, the warlock that your feeble-minded friend came to, to get a magick buzz. I am the reason your sister broke her arm and you are now on bad, untrusting terms with your friend. Now, I know who you are: you are Buffy Summers, Slayer of Sunnydale." Rex said, keeping his voice even but fierce.
Buffy was shocked, not by his words but by how much he knew; Willow couldn't have told him about Dawn's arm because that happened after she left Rex, when she decided to give up magick.
"Great, now that we're not on bad-terms, I won't feel too bad about killing you. Because, after all, now I know wh you are and I know that you are evil." Buffy said, trying to keep her voice straight and showing no signs of how her stomach churned.
Rex shot another blast at Buffy, which the Slayer neatly dodged and rammed into him, pushing him to the ground. Rex grabbed the Slayer's neck and began to strangle her.
Buffy grasped the stake in her hand and swung her hand blindly at Rex's head or hands, trying to break his grip.
However, it seemed hopeless and Buffy soon began to see stars while she began to get dizzy.

While Buffy was just meeting Rex in the cemetery, Darry and Oz were enjoying the last of their dinner, of which Darry still didn't believe she had thanked him enough for.
As Oz was telling her about Dingoes Ate My Baby, Darry felt a cold wave of fear fill her body and wrap itself around her stomach. She must have gone pale because Oz asked her what was wrong.
"I'm not sure." She answered slowly, feeling the fear go away as she looked up at him. "It's just like...well hard to explain; you know when you get those feelings that something bad is going to happen but you don't know what? Oh, forget it never mind, its stupid." Darry said, muttering the last part.
Oz took her hand in his, looking at her. "I know what you mean, what's the matter?" He asked.
"I don't know, I just had one of those feelings." Darry answered.
Oz reached up with his other hand and brushed a lock of hair behind her ear and smiled. "I'm sure everything's fine." He told her.
Darry simply nodded and smiled at him.

Buffy gasped for breath as everything began to get black around the edges of her sight. She slowly raised the stake again and broke it down upon Rex's arms, hitting her mark this time. Rex cursed and let go of Buffy's neck, causing the girl to suck in breath into her lungs, which felt as though they were on fire.
Buffy didn't waste time, getting her breath; she stood up and kicked Rex in the ribs before the warlock had a chance to react.
As Buffy drew back to kick him again, Rex reached forward and grabbed her ankle, flipping her backward.
Buffy landed on her butt with and 'oof', having the wind knocked out of her; the stake, her only weapon, fell to the ground to her left, out of her reach. Rex jumped up and grabbed Buffy's wrist and yanked her up.
Holding her up with one hand, Rex hit Buffy across the face with the other, breaking her nose. Buffy jerked back and pulled her hand lose, hitting Rex in the jaw and hearing bones crack.
Before Rex could do anything, Buffy kicked him in the stomach and drove him back into a tree, causing him to fall to the ground. Buffy grabbed her stake and charged at Rex, knocking him to the ground again as he started to get up.
Buffy slammed the stake into Rex's chest as though he was a vampire; Rex groaned a shoved Buffy off him, Buffy fell to the ground, having lost her balance.
Rex stood up and pulled the stake from his chest, dropping the bloody piece of wood to the grass. "You can't kill me, stupid girl." Rex said, touching his fingers to the bloody hole in his chest.
Buffy stared at Rex, believing for a second that he really couldn't be killed. She realized that she had no weapon to even attempt to defend herself. Rex held his hand out and magick crackled between his fingertips. Buffy quickly dodged the attack and it hit the tree behind her.
Buffy ran over to him and kicked him in the chest, driving him backward again. Buffy turned and spined, kicking him in jaw and jerking his head to the left. Rex stumbled backward and tried to grab Buffy but felt a sharp, stabbing pain in his body. He tumbled to the ground, feeling the soft grass beneath his bleeding fingers.
His eyes began to fog up, as though they were being covered with a fog that was invisible to anyone but him.
In his head, he heard clear words. "You have failed." The voice in his head told him. Rex knew who the voice belonged to, the Chaos that he had called up from Hell.
"No." He whispered, his voice rattling in his throat as he struggled to breath.
"Yes, you have failed. You have failed." Chaos said.
Rex struggled to breath; everything began to get fuzzy.
Buffy watched as Rex collasped on the ground, not moving, seemingly dead. However, Buffy couldn't be so sure; she walked over to him and looked down at him.
His body lay in the grass, his chest didn't rise with breaths and no muscle in his body twitched. Buffy looked closer at him.
Suddenly, Rex's body jerked up and he grabbed Buffy's ankle in his bloody hands. Buffy jerked backward and kicked Rex in the head, snapping his neck to the left.
Rex's grip relaxed on her ankle as his body fell to the ground once more; his head lolled unnaturally to the left.
Buffy knew this time that he was dead.

In the shell of what used to be Sunnydale High School, the Urn rested on the counter top of the library's only remaining shelf. Rex had indeed failed him, failing to kill the Slayer; so, Rex was forced to pay the price. Now, Rex was dead but that was no matter because now Chaos didn't need his help anymore. He was beginning to take form, he would no longer be impriosned in the Urn. And then, he would do what he had been created to do: unleash Hell on Earth and suck the souls of the damned and sinful into Hell.