Dedication: Queen Angel
Disclaimer: Joss owns all, I own nothing.
Lonely in my heart
PART 10
By Michael Dunbar
The sullen rock walls sweat salt water that drips onto the hard dented surface of the cavern, the floor curves unevenly until it comes to an etched in stairway, leading upwards it circles around a long spire of rock until it comes to the centre at the top of the spire. On the spire stands a tall wooden altar, a beautiful pattern is carved into its surface and circles around the wood that leads up to a golden bowl.
The silence of the huge cavern is scratched by a voice, an uneven gentle voice that gets louder with each second and within a few minutes is a shrill scream echoing off the walls.
A shadow looms behind the altar but it soon disappears as the figure comes fully into the light that shines down onto the bowl.
His face is ridged, his eyes glow a bright red and he screams once and a chorus of followers match it. Looking down he laughs maniacally and raises his arms in the air, pulling them down fast he hushes the crowd of onlookers on the cavern floor.
"Silence" he roars, they obey without question "The time is upon us"
Another roar of screams shakes the cavern as if an earthquake had ripped across the landscape.
"For too long we have been hunted, we have been the prey"
Reaching across to an unknown location he pulls a large book into view, it stretches his arms width and seems brown and rustic as if a thousand cups of coffee had been spilt on the pages, in reality it is blood.
"For too long the slayer has been our punisher"
Pulling the page which he is looking at, it tears from the book which he drops to the floor; it is of no importance anymore.
"Not anymore" He roars then raises the page into full view "This ritual will bring about her destruction and anyone's who decides to front against the vampires, the lord is about to return to earth"
The screams this time are uncountable and he grins in reverence at his followers, the slayer, her friends and anyone that stood in his way and his lord's would regret that they were ever born.
A red robe is laid gently on his shoulders and he reaches for something beneath, pulling a blade into view he grins and cuts his wrist. The blood cascades down the side of his arm and drips into the bowl, as the bowl fills he reads from the page.
"Today is the morning star"
"Duet etuno Lamia"
"Tuam Efor Gemoli"
"Tuam Efor Gemoli"
The light disappears leaving the cavern in complete darkness; the sound of dripping from his wrist can be heard as the followers come to a complete silence.
A fierce wind strikes down and across the crowd and seems to swirl into an everlasting torment, a tornado before it altogether shoots upwards towards the bowl and hovers in the air above. A green mesh of light appears inside the centre of the small tornado and grows exponentially as the vampires stare at it; undeterred by the frightening display he continues to speak the lord's words.
"Dali Canum"
"Dali Canum"
"Tanum Die Dalo"
"Slayer ENO KALI"
"ENO KALI"
The green light sparkles and a frightening bolt of the energy shoots towards the bowl, striking it and the vampire, he holds his arm out despite the pain and grunts as it makes him convulse.
"The lord, our lord"
"Shall Cometh"
A roar erupts from the vampire's lungs as he finishes the last words, dropping to his knees he collapses as the light dissipates.
Location: Summers Residence
Xander sits bolt upright in bed, he feels the sweat trickle down his forehead and pulls the covers off him in a hurry. Planting his feet firmly onto the floor he stands and walks toward the window.
"Something's not right" He murmurs as he looks outside, the darkness outside seems endless as it droops over the town, blanketing it with its very own evil no doubt.
Xander touches his forehead and wipes the sweat gathered there onto his arm, looking outside he sighs.
"You're losing your mind boy" He can't help but smile at his old mentor's words coming from his very own mouth.
It had been a hard day, he can't deny that. Maybe that's why he feels slightly off, feels that something is wrong.
After the excruciatingly depressing reintroduction to his old friends he had told them nothing of his real journey back to his old town. It wasn't that he didn't think they had a right to know; it's just that he himself can't say precisely what the trouble will be, so there's no need to bother anyone else with his trivial problems.
He had "hanged" with them all day and he can't say it wasn't fun, in fact he can say it was the most fun he's had in ages. So maybe that's why he has decided that he can't stay after whatever happens happens.
It was the little things.
Willow been confident bordering on arrogant in an argument or "Discussion" she and Dawn where having about something technical, he can't say it doesn't suit her but it's not the way he remembers her. This wasn't his Willow, the one he went to for help with all his problems, the one he watched "Charlie Brown's Christmas" with every single year in his room, the Willow that he performed the Snoopy dance for.
Dawn been old, it may seem strange that something beyond her control should upset someone but it's the way Xander felt when he saw her. All grown up and stunning, not his little Dawny anymore, the one he babysat for and watched "saved by the bell" with on many occasions.
Buffy, she's gorgeous and even more stunning than he could ever remember. She looked similar yet even more unattainable.
"It's me" Xander mutters under his breath then turns his back on the window and rests himself there as he stares up at the ceiling "You're just upset that they don't need you"
Arguing with yourself is not something one does especially when your other half is right, he is upset that they seemed to be so strong and so different, that they aged well and evolved into people he can admire.
Because after all he's still the same old Xander, with a little more style.
Xander sighs then pulls himself toward the dresser, pulling on the clothes Buffy had cleaned for him, for some reason, he swipes a can of deodorant out of his bag and sprays it across his chest.
"Maybe it was a bad idea allowing Buffy to let me stay here"
Placing the deodorant back and slipping a few stakes from his bag pockets and into his jacket pockets he walks over to the window and gently releases the clasp on it, sliding one leg out and then the other he drops onto the grass and runs and jumps over the back fence before sprinting in the direction of the graveyard.
Disclaimer: Joss owns all, I own nothing.
Lonely in my heart
PART 10
By Michael Dunbar
The sullen rock walls sweat salt water that drips onto the hard dented surface of the cavern, the floor curves unevenly until it comes to an etched in stairway, leading upwards it circles around a long spire of rock until it comes to the centre at the top of the spire. On the spire stands a tall wooden altar, a beautiful pattern is carved into its surface and circles around the wood that leads up to a golden bowl.
The silence of the huge cavern is scratched by a voice, an uneven gentle voice that gets louder with each second and within a few minutes is a shrill scream echoing off the walls.
A shadow looms behind the altar but it soon disappears as the figure comes fully into the light that shines down onto the bowl.
His face is ridged, his eyes glow a bright red and he screams once and a chorus of followers match it. Looking down he laughs maniacally and raises his arms in the air, pulling them down fast he hushes the crowd of onlookers on the cavern floor.
"Silence" he roars, they obey without question "The time is upon us"
Another roar of screams shakes the cavern as if an earthquake had ripped across the landscape.
"For too long we have been hunted, we have been the prey"
Reaching across to an unknown location he pulls a large book into view, it stretches his arms width and seems brown and rustic as if a thousand cups of coffee had been spilt on the pages, in reality it is blood.
"For too long the slayer has been our punisher"
Pulling the page which he is looking at, it tears from the book which he drops to the floor; it is of no importance anymore.
"Not anymore" He roars then raises the page into full view "This ritual will bring about her destruction and anyone's who decides to front against the vampires, the lord is about to return to earth"
The screams this time are uncountable and he grins in reverence at his followers, the slayer, her friends and anyone that stood in his way and his lord's would regret that they were ever born.
A red robe is laid gently on his shoulders and he reaches for something beneath, pulling a blade into view he grins and cuts his wrist. The blood cascades down the side of his arm and drips into the bowl, as the bowl fills he reads from the page.
"Today is the morning star"
"Duet etuno Lamia"
"Tuam Efor Gemoli"
"Tuam Efor Gemoli"
The light disappears leaving the cavern in complete darkness; the sound of dripping from his wrist can be heard as the followers come to a complete silence.
A fierce wind strikes down and across the crowd and seems to swirl into an everlasting torment, a tornado before it altogether shoots upwards towards the bowl and hovers in the air above. A green mesh of light appears inside the centre of the small tornado and grows exponentially as the vampires stare at it; undeterred by the frightening display he continues to speak the lord's words.
"Dali Canum"
"Dali Canum"
"Tanum Die Dalo"
"Slayer ENO KALI"
"ENO KALI"
The green light sparkles and a frightening bolt of the energy shoots towards the bowl, striking it and the vampire, he holds his arm out despite the pain and grunts as it makes him convulse.
"The lord, our lord"
"Shall Cometh"
A roar erupts from the vampire's lungs as he finishes the last words, dropping to his knees he collapses as the light dissipates.
Location: Summers Residence
Xander sits bolt upright in bed, he feels the sweat trickle down his forehead and pulls the covers off him in a hurry. Planting his feet firmly onto the floor he stands and walks toward the window.
"Something's not right" He murmurs as he looks outside, the darkness outside seems endless as it droops over the town, blanketing it with its very own evil no doubt.
Xander touches his forehead and wipes the sweat gathered there onto his arm, looking outside he sighs.
"You're losing your mind boy" He can't help but smile at his old mentor's words coming from his very own mouth.
It had been a hard day, he can't deny that. Maybe that's why he feels slightly off, feels that something is wrong.
After the excruciatingly depressing reintroduction to his old friends he had told them nothing of his real journey back to his old town. It wasn't that he didn't think they had a right to know; it's just that he himself can't say precisely what the trouble will be, so there's no need to bother anyone else with his trivial problems.
He had "hanged" with them all day and he can't say it wasn't fun, in fact he can say it was the most fun he's had in ages. So maybe that's why he has decided that he can't stay after whatever happens happens.
It was the little things.
Willow been confident bordering on arrogant in an argument or "Discussion" she and Dawn where having about something technical, he can't say it doesn't suit her but it's not the way he remembers her. This wasn't his Willow, the one he went to for help with all his problems, the one he watched "Charlie Brown's Christmas" with every single year in his room, the Willow that he performed the Snoopy dance for.
Dawn been old, it may seem strange that something beyond her control should upset someone but it's the way Xander felt when he saw her. All grown up and stunning, not his little Dawny anymore, the one he babysat for and watched "saved by the bell" with on many occasions.
Buffy, she's gorgeous and even more stunning than he could ever remember. She looked similar yet even more unattainable.
"It's me" Xander mutters under his breath then turns his back on the window and rests himself there as he stares up at the ceiling "You're just upset that they don't need you"
Arguing with yourself is not something one does especially when your other half is right, he is upset that they seemed to be so strong and so different, that they aged well and evolved into people he can admire.
Because after all he's still the same old Xander, with a little more style.
Xander sighs then pulls himself toward the dresser, pulling on the clothes Buffy had cleaned for him, for some reason, he swipes a can of deodorant out of his bag and sprays it across his chest.
"Maybe it was a bad idea allowing Buffy to let me stay here"
Placing the deodorant back and slipping a few stakes from his bag pockets and into his jacket pockets he walks over to the window and gently releases the clasp on it, sliding one leg out and then the other he drops onto the grass and runs and jumps over the back fence before sprinting in the direction of the graveyard.