A/N: I'm on holiday this week, so I've been stuck here writing (whole week, total bliss!) and avoiding the Dreaded Revision Books. Anyways, been listening to my new Westlife album as well, it sure kicks...**notices younger sibling watching the screen**...ah, posterior. Good grief, did I swallow a dictionary again?
Disclaimer: Je ne no comprehende (excuse poor spelling, reckon u get the point anyways.)
Dedication: To everybody texting me this past week. ;-) Thanx for keeping me insane.
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Zachary was not the happiest of vampires, and the others were watching him with extreme caution. Apart from Ambulo Mortuus, as calm and scornful as ever.
"You perform a big spell." Zachary said as he paced in front of them all. "Get out all the big black magic mojo, try to scare us with your rituals and rites of passage. And what happens?"
Nobody answered- the question was almost certainly rhetorical. Ambulo Mortuus met his gaze levelly and collectedly from the face concealed by the hood of the shroud that was always worn.
"What happens?" Zachary yelled, finally letting loose. Ambulo Mortuus stayed completely still. Zachary caught the thin left arm of the shrouded one in a supernaturally painful grip, as though determined to break the bone under the sleeve and thin skin. "I asked you a question!"
"What happens, Zachary," Ambulo Mortuus answered evenly. "Is exactly what was supposed to happen."
"What? The Slayer twists her ankle. Her baby sister cuts herself. You promised us ultimate pain! You have lied and failed!" Zachary's voice started off mocking, but approached anger rapidly again.
"The spell must be strengthened at the next full moon. It shall be so. Also, had nobody else been around when these injuries occurred, I promise you that they should have been more fatal."
"Then make them more so!"
"The incantation controls what happens. We cannot decide who is hurt, when they are, and how they are." Ambulo Mortuus sneered. "I would have thought that one as great as you should have realised that."
The vampire growled, and turned to the assembled vamps watching. "Is there any more news of the whereabouts of the Book of Amora?" He glared at Ambulo Mortuus briefly, golden eyes sparking with dislike and anger. "At least let's get that right."
The first one to step forward was a girl with long red hair and a face contorted vampiricly. She was watched closely by everyone, but her gaze was in turn quite unsteady and wary.
"My patrol followed the orders but found nothing." she eventually said. Zachary regarded her with contempt, deciding that she would be the object of expressing his hatred of Ambulo Mortuus. He couldn't take it out on the witch because he feared the full vengeful extent of those powers. He raised an eyebrow and nobody spoke until the vamp girl plucked up enough courage to explain.
"I believe," she said, shooting a quick glance at Ambulo Mortuus, "That the instructions given were false."
Zachary saw his chance to pounce. "False they may have been." He too glanced venomously at the impassive guest, before returning in his mock-friendly attitude to the girl. "But surely it was also aided by your complete incompetence, Tanna."
His heavy hand shot out and grabbed a large handful of her thick mane, twisted it quickly around his hand, and yanked it sharply towards him. Her head followed and she stumbled with a high yelp.
"Tanna," he hissed. "How old are you?" She swallowed hard and whimpered involuntarily, knowing how violent and whimsical the leader could be.
"In...including my years before," she stuttered, referring to her human life, "I am about twenty."
"In all my four hundred and fifty three years as a vampire, never have I encountered such a snivelling, pathetic excuse for a demon as yourself." He shoved her away sharply and she fell awkwardly into a heap at his feet, breathing hard as she may have done when alive.
"See?" Zachary cried. "You even breath like those that we eat! How did you get to be a patrol leader?"
"Our one was killed during the graveyard battle against the Slayer, Angelus, and their friends." she muttered. "We fought for the title and I won."
"If it was a contest in feebleness," Zachary sneered. "Then I am not surprised that you were the victor. I should be the one to chose a new leader of the patrol. You aren't fit to be in the ranks of the Anointed One. Get out of my sight, Tanna."
Tanna picked herself up from the floor and limped back into the sea of demons, glaring fiercely at all those who looked at her, some in disgust and some in loathing, mainly because they couldn't believe her stupidity at saying something clearly displeasing when Zachary was in a bad mood.
"Anyone else have bad news for me?" Zachary asked, voice almost deafening in the ringing silence. "Any other fool wish to argue with my ways?"
Of course, nobody answered. A slow, evil grin contorted Zachary's mouth. "Good." he said, half to himself. He prowled through the gathering, the vampires parting like the Red Sea to allow him through. His vision swung around them all until he saw who he was searching for and stopped.
"Lee." he said. A male vampire with longish golden hair stepped forward and bowed slightly as a sign of respect and loyalty. "I believe you have something to tell me?"
Lee smirked, obviously proud of himself. "Indeed I do. As Ambulo Mortuus provided us with, we know that the whereabouts of the Book of Amora exist in detail in scriptures somewhere in Sunnydale. And I know where to find them."
"And where would that be?" Zachary leaned further down towards Lee, mind caught up in his greedy desires to raise his master.
And when Lee whispered to him where they were, he laughed.
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Not long at all, but the next part should be here soon. Please review. Thanks! ;-D
Disclaimer: Je ne no comprehende (excuse poor spelling, reckon u get the point anyways.)
Dedication: To everybody texting me this past week. ;-) Thanx for keeping me insane.
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Zachary was not the happiest of vampires, and the others were watching him with extreme caution. Apart from Ambulo Mortuus, as calm and scornful as ever.
"You perform a big spell." Zachary said as he paced in front of them all. "Get out all the big black magic mojo, try to scare us with your rituals and rites of passage. And what happens?"
Nobody answered- the question was almost certainly rhetorical. Ambulo Mortuus met his gaze levelly and collectedly from the face concealed by the hood of the shroud that was always worn.
"What happens?" Zachary yelled, finally letting loose. Ambulo Mortuus stayed completely still. Zachary caught the thin left arm of the shrouded one in a supernaturally painful grip, as though determined to break the bone under the sleeve and thin skin. "I asked you a question!"
"What happens, Zachary," Ambulo Mortuus answered evenly. "Is exactly what was supposed to happen."
"What? The Slayer twists her ankle. Her baby sister cuts herself. You promised us ultimate pain! You have lied and failed!" Zachary's voice started off mocking, but approached anger rapidly again.
"The spell must be strengthened at the next full moon. It shall be so. Also, had nobody else been around when these injuries occurred, I promise you that they should have been more fatal."
"Then make them more so!"
"The incantation controls what happens. We cannot decide who is hurt, when they are, and how they are." Ambulo Mortuus sneered. "I would have thought that one as great as you should have realised that."
The vampire growled, and turned to the assembled vamps watching. "Is there any more news of the whereabouts of the Book of Amora?" He glared at Ambulo Mortuus briefly, golden eyes sparking with dislike and anger. "At least let's get that right."
The first one to step forward was a girl with long red hair and a face contorted vampiricly. She was watched closely by everyone, but her gaze was in turn quite unsteady and wary.
"My patrol followed the orders but found nothing." she eventually said. Zachary regarded her with contempt, deciding that she would be the object of expressing his hatred of Ambulo Mortuus. He couldn't take it out on the witch because he feared the full vengeful extent of those powers. He raised an eyebrow and nobody spoke until the vamp girl plucked up enough courage to explain.
"I believe," she said, shooting a quick glance at Ambulo Mortuus, "That the instructions given were false."
Zachary saw his chance to pounce. "False they may have been." He too glanced venomously at the impassive guest, before returning in his mock-friendly attitude to the girl. "But surely it was also aided by your complete incompetence, Tanna."
His heavy hand shot out and grabbed a large handful of her thick mane, twisted it quickly around his hand, and yanked it sharply towards him. Her head followed and she stumbled with a high yelp.
"Tanna," he hissed. "How old are you?" She swallowed hard and whimpered involuntarily, knowing how violent and whimsical the leader could be.
"In...including my years before," she stuttered, referring to her human life, "I am about twenty."
"In all my four hundred and fifty three years as a vampire, never have I encountered such a snivelling, pathetic excuse for a demon as yourself." He shoved her away sharply and she fell awkwardly into a heap at his feet, breathing hard as she may have done when alive.
"See?" Zachary cried. "You even breath like those that we eat! How did you get to be a patrol leader?"
"Our one was killed during the graveyard battle against the Slayer, Angelus, and their friends." she muttered. "We fought for the title and I won."
"If it was a contest in feebleness," Zachary sneered. "Then I am not surprised that you were the victor. I should be the one to chose a new leader of the patrol. You aren't fit to be in the ranks of the Anointed One. Get out of my sight, Tanna."
Tanna picked herself up from the floor and limped back into the sea of demons, glaring fiercely at all those who looked at her, some in disgust and some in loathing, mainly because they couldn't believe her stupidity at saying something clearly displeasing when Zachary was in a bad mood.
"Anyone else have bad news for me?" Zachary asked, voice almost deafening in the ringing silence. "Any other fool wish to argue with my ways?"
Of course, nobody answered. A slow, evil grin contorted Zachary's mouth. "Good." he said, half to himself. He prowled through the gathering, the vampires parting like the Red Sea to allow him through. His vision swung around them all until he saw who he was searching for and stopped.
"Lee." he said. A male vampire with longish golden hair stepped forward and bowed slightly as a sign of respect and loyalty. "I believe you have something to tell me?"
Lee smirked, obviously proud of himself. "Indeed I do. As Ambulo Mortuus provided us with, we know that the whereabouts of the Book of Amora exist in detail in scriptures somewhere in Sunnydale. And I know where to find them."
"And where would that be?" Zachary leaned further down towards Lee, mind caught up in his greedy desires to raise his master.
And when Lee whispered to him where they were, he laughed.
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Not long at all, but the next part should be here soon. Please review. Thanks! ;-D
