Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Buffy the Vampire Slayer. So don't bother suing. The most you would get is some Metallica posters and a jar of mustard.
Takes place after "The Body", If you are Pro Buffy....... just flame me or something along those lines. I would like to note that I am not very original so you may recognize a few things from other shows or games. Other wise sit back get a beer, (water if your straight edge) and enjoy.
Mist flows across an open field, kissing the grass with dew. Slowly it clears as the sun's rays dry the moisture. As it clears you see two armies across from each other. The army with their backs to the sun mills about like an angry horde. At a closer inspection, one would see that each and every man's face was slightly contorted, giving them a demonic appearance. Their eyes glowed a sinister red, and deep growls came from their throats. At the head of them all sits a lone figure upon his steed. He wore only light leather armor with a black hooded cloak on top of that. A handsome face stared out from the confines of the hood. He looked no more than 20, but his eyes said differently. They to were red, but unlike his soldiers whose eyes contained hate and barely contained anger, his were cold and somewhat sad. As though he had seen much in his life. Perhaps too much.
Opposite to them the other army stands, they wore varying armor, according to their rank. The only thing that seemed similar about them all was there lack of irises. Thousands of black dots stared out to the horizon, taking in what could be there last sunrise. At the front their commander sat upon his horse, like his opponent across from him he wore little armor and a black cloak. He took looked young, despite his white hair. Turning to his army he let out a low whistle, silence followed.
"Remember......they can crush your body."
"BUT THEY CAN'T TOUCH YOUR SOUL!" The army cried out as one.
" WE FIGHT FOR YOU DARK ONE! AS YOUR HUMBLE SERVANTS WE SALUTE YOU!" The opposing army roared in response.
Turning to his army the red eyed general drew a long black serrated Katana. Several runes were engraved into the blade. With a mumble of words the blade burst into black flames.
"REMEMBER! GRIMM IS MINE!" The general yelled. Turning back to the opposing army he pointed his flaming sword towards them. "ON TO COMBAT!" Kicking his horse in the ribs he charged forward, his army following close behind like a plague of locust.
"LET THE SHOW BEGIN!" the opposing General roared.
With a gasp Xander woke up. This had been the fifth time that week he had had the dream. It never went beyond the two armies charging forward.
"Did you have the dream again Xander?"
Looking over Xander saw Anya with a worried look in her eyes. She was the only other one that knew about his dreams.
"Xander please talk to Giles. He's old, and probably knows what's going on. Old people usually do."
Xander had to smile at Anya's wording. She always found away to make him feel embarrassed, yet love her even more at the same time.
" I can't do that."
" Why not!? Please Xander talk to him, you can't handle this. Look at your wrists. Those things are getting more prominent. Eventually someone's going to notice."
Xander looked down to the two symbols on his wrists. One was an Unke with sharp arrowhead coming up into the loop. The other was also an Unke, but it was upside down and lined with spikes. They had formed around the same time the dreams came. They had started out as blotches of black, but as the weeks went by they started to take shape.
" I don't know why.....but I have to deal with this on my own. Just try to get some sleep." Kissing her on the forward Xander leaned back and fell into a dreamless sleep.
The next morning Xander headed to the Magic Box, he had agreed to open the shop up for Giles. After opening the displays he sat at the research table and relaxed. Looking at his surroundings he felt a pang of nostalgia for the old Library. He began shelving some of the books, when one of them caught his eye. Flipping through some of the pages he stopped when he recognized the two symbols that were on his wrists.
There was some Latin written underneath, he didn't really understand it, having failed Latin in high school. What he could decipher was awaken and within.
"That's it I got to talk to Gi-" Xander cried out in pain as his wrist began to burn. Right where the two symbols were smoke started to rise from them as they grew more detailed. Then the pain was gone, for a moment, when he suddenly felt as though he was being torn apart from within. Xander fell to the floor and shook as pain racked through his body. After several minutes he blacked out.
(Manhattan, New York)
A man that looked to be in his mid 20's typed away at a computer
"Damn market report. God I miss the old days, you didn't have to deal with this crap to get-" he was cut short as a crippling pain shot through his body. Falling out of his chair he convulsed for a few minutes when the pain finally stopped.
"So it's finally happened." he thought. Getting up from the floor he dialed a number into his phone.
"Yeah, it's me........fine.........I want everything set up over there. Keep it quiet you know the consequences.......good..........okay......later." canceling all his arrangements for the next few months he set up a bus ticket to Sunnydale, California.
(Sunnydale)
" Xander......Xander.....are you okay?" Giles shook
"What happened to him?"
"I am not sure, he does not appear to be injured."
"I'll call an ambulance." Tara said
Anya ran into the room and cried out when she saw Xanders crumbled form.
"OH MY GOD XANDER!" Anya screamed. "WHAT'S WRONG WITH HIM?"
"We don't know, we came in here and he was like this."
"I knew he should have told you." she moaned.
"Tell me what?" when Anya didn't answer Giles grabbed her by the shoulders and asked again. "Tell me what Anya. What should Xander have told me?"
"Look at his wrists. These two tattoo things started forming a few weeks ago."
Giles lifted Xander's wrists. When seeing what was on each he dropped them and promptly ran to the book Xander had been looking at. When he read the passage Giles closed the book.
"Dear lord no....please not him. TARA! Forget the ambulance, go to the training room closet, there should be chains and shackles in there. Call Buffy and Willow, tell them it's very urgent."
"Giles what's going on? We have to get him to the hospital!"
"No...we don't. He is fine Anya, but what I am worried about is what he will awaken as."
Grabbing Xander, Giles lifted him on to his shoulders and half carried half dragged him to the training room, where they chained him to the wall.
The battle waged on, the very ground itself was stained red with blood from both sides. It seemed to ooze out of the ground whenever the surviving fighters took a step. All around people cried out, some in anger, others in pain. What was left of the two armies tore each other apart. The two generals slew their enemies left and right, slowly making their way towards each other. The red eyed general drove his flaming blade into a cavalryman. Falling from his steed the soldier attempted to battle his opponent but only had his arm cut off for the trouble, stumbling backwards he cried out in agony as his blood sprayed from his wound splattering the general. Turning around he tried to crawl away.
" Jesus Christ fucking die!" the general roared. Leaping into the air he pointed his blade downward and landed on the unfortunate cavalryman. He died with a pathetic gurgle as blood spilled from his lips. Wrenching his sword from his latest victim the general moved on to his true opponent. Beheading several other soldiers on his way the red eyed General met the man he called Grimm.
" Call back your men Grimm, you have no chance."
" You know I can't do that."
" Come on man, join me. We'll rape plunder, kill, it will be so cool!"
" You know I can't do that either."
" You can't even begin to imagine what it's like, you can have anything you want... anyone you want. Well except maybe Katherine, I got to her first. Damn what a fine piece of ass. How she cried." the General's handsome face twisted into a sadistic grin at these last few words.
" YOU SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH!" bringing up his sword Grimm charged forward screaming with all his rage.
"NOW THIS IS WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT!" laughing insanely he ran forward. They both leaped into the air at the same time as their swords collided creating a shower of sparks and fire.
That's it for now, if you haven't fallen asleep, please review.