A/N: Hmm, you know what I said at the start about when this was set, I think I might have been wrong, oh well. Please R&R, constructive criticism is worshiped.
DISCLAIMER: Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to the respective owner (who I think is WB, but I can't remember). However the story line is mine copyright 2002. All rights reserved.
THE HELLMOUTH REDEEMED – Chapter 4
Roundhouse, high-kick, low-kick, right jab, back-hand. Not long now. Then the fate will be decided yet again. The two forces both reaching breaking point, how much more will they survive, how much more can they each take, but most importantly what will the outcome be?
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The plan was confusing. It wasn't as if they could simply charge in, kill the bad guys and go home because it was Buffy's home. It was analysed that Buffy would have to be home so the attack would seem unexpected. Joyce was out, luckily in a conference so there was no danger that she would get hurt. There must have been some spies hovering around for the Master to know, once he was revived, that Buffy was at home. Riley and the Slayeretts were watching the house. "Heads up Buffy" came Riley's voice over the intercom.
"Thanks" she replied, stuffing the intercom into a draw and sitting down on the couch turning on the T.V.
No sooner had she sat down did the windows open and doors smash. Traditionally vampires couldn't get in without an invitation but under drastic changes they now could. Buffy leapt to he feet and started to pulverise the mass of undead. Riley and Spike entered in, followed by Willow, Xander and Giles. Tera had returned home.
With stakes and guns the scooby gang had also started to eliminate the vampires. Buffy was smashed into the mirror in the hall, cross above it falling down. She got to her feet and started to beat up the vampire. Dodging a punch and kick, sending roundhouses and punches to his chest. The others too were prancing around smashing Joyce's vases over enemy heads. A lot of Joyce's ornaments had gone that way. While this was going on three vampires entered the house and lay dust particles collected from the Master 5 years ago onto the carpet. They were seated in a triangle chanting Latin or something vaguely like it. "Riley, don't let them finish the incarnation" Buffy frantically yelled between staking another vampire.
Riley tried to stumble through the crowd of supernatural but fell over. The volume of the chanting rose constantly until the groaning of the Scooby gang was drowned out. The dust particles started to gain form, rising like a face emerging from a sea of water. "No!" cried Xander.
In the seconds of shock in which the resistance were paralysed they were knocked down or pinned to the wall. The Master rose from the carpet and the dust stood as it rebuilt itself into the pale figure of the vampire. The youths tried to struggle out of their captive's grasp but failed. "The Slayer?" His voice growled "I am revived"
"Again" Spike muttered.
The undead bowed before him "You fools, it took you 5 years to revive me!"
"The Slayer stopped us sire."
"Butt kisser" spat Spike.
"Quiet fool" one of them hissed.
"You betray your own people? Disgraceful! You shall die first!"
"Hey common." the blonde vampire protested "Better to slay than to be slain."
The Master eyed a chair in the corner and broke off it's leg and paced towards Spike. A window smashed and the battle resumed. "Angel!" Buffy cried in relief "I thought I told you I could handle this" she finished with anger.
"You did."
"Then go back" she said smashing a head.
"Don't be stupid" he replied knocking over the enemy "You may be the Slayer but you can't handle it alone."
"I've got my friends that's all I need."
"What about me."
"Not now Angel" Buffy yelled staking another vampire.
A hand landed on her shoulder and she turned, stake still in hand to destroy the offender. She thrust the wood forward without even looking. Then she saw the shoes and followed up to the face. "Angel" she gasped.
His face was hurt like a puppy kicked out in the rain. She was locked by a vampire, his arms solid holding hers back across her shoulders. She was pulled away from her love as he deteriorated into dust and shattered. This wasn't a time for an out burst of anger. Her knees went week and the vampire was struggling to hold her up. "Angel."
Now everything was still again as all Slayer and Slayeretts were restrained. The Master paced around them "I shall kill all your friends first, then when you die you will have nothing to die for" Stake sill in hand from destroying Spike the Master plunged it into Riley. An uncontrollable flow of blood poured through and at this it was clear why he was a vampire. He forced the wood round the wound, then withdrew his hand and licked the blood on it. He came to Willow and bit at her neck lapping up the sweet liquid. She groaned "Oz."
He, Anya and Cordelia had died in a car crash a year before. The Master's face showed the sheer delight as the metallic liquid flowed through his body. Bliss, pure ecstasy as it warmed his insides. So soft, so, so soft. The body became limp and fell to the floor. Then he came to Xander who he tired one of Joyce's scaffs around his neck and then around Giles' hand. Then he pressed hard against Giles' throat, pushing his Adams apple into his gullet. His body fell and the noose around Xander's neck tightened. He too collapsed on the floor. The Master paced around for a while. 6 hours until Joyce came home. In the time waiting he examined the house and dipped his finger into the cold blood of Riley's body when ever he was a little peckish. "Oh my goodness."
"Mom, get out!"
"What dear, what's wrong" she peeped throughout the door and was arrested by two vampires. Slowly the Master drained her blood, then he slit his wrist and made her drink. " in an hour she will rise as one of us."
Another pain staking hour passed as the curtains were closed, or re-hung for those torn down. 5.21am Joyce arose. She stared at her child and bit "Mum, stop, remember who you are" Buffy pleaded.
The slayer died "Well done my young one" the Master congratulated He laughed "I am immortal!" he yelled into the sunlight. Within 10 minuets the sky had darkened and the rein of vampires began.
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Both exhausted the Light one and the Dark one took an unspoken rest. To recover from the everlasting battle. The Light one rested standing, supported by his sword while slowly edging closer to the Dark one. The within the distance for the Dark one not to be able to respond he charged, swiping at an arm. "I will not let you win!"
Crippled on the floor the Dark one lay. The Light one sat watching his opponent. They both knew that one couldn't last without the other and so the Dark one was left, if ever goodness, justice, love, peace were to rise again the Light one would be recovered enough, while the Dark one weakened enough to be crippled yet again. Wait a while and new revelations will begin and the interesting battle between light and dark, evil and good would resume.
~The End~