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BLAH. BLAH. THE USUAL STUFF.
NOTE: ITS SET BETWEEN BOOK 5 AND 6 OF THE LAST VAMPIRE, AND AFTER SEASON SIX OF BUFFY.
IN THE BEGINNING.
He lay there looking at the rocky ceiling from the cave above him. The blood flowed from his left arm and pain shoot up it. He had failed, the world was doomed he had failed to stop his former master. The man he once considered a father, had slain all those that lived in their small village of Candaris. All but him and his first love Christina. She is what he saw next. Her face, like that of an Angel with a halo of red hair. "Are you alright, my love please be alright." She buried her face into his chest, her tears mingled with that of his blood.
"What are, you, doing here? I told, you, not to come," he struggled for the breath to speak. A surge of pain ran through airless body. "Go, get out of here, he's mad. He'll, kill you, I, couldn't bear, it if, anything, happened to, you." He looked into her eyes searching for the hope that she would listen to him.
"I can't. I must try to stop him." He lifted her head, his blood mated her hair together and covered half her face. "I must at least try."
"Blood.," he raised his hands to her face.
"Don't, you must conserve your strength." She rose to her feet and looked down at him. "I'll be back soon, my love." She turned to her own former master. "Darook, you have taken this to far!! Stop this madness now!!" She drew her short sword and cautiously approached the blade going first.
"Now both my pupils have come. You should have run when you could." Unknown to her he drew his sword. "I taught you both better than this." He sniggered to himself, he stared at his reflection in the blade. Before she could react he slashed her across the abdomen. She screamed as she flew through the air. The force of the strike flung her back quite a distance. She crumpled on the ground and stared up in terror has her master walked up to her. "Poor Christina, you should have both joined me. But now I suppose it is your time to leave us." He raised his sword, pausing for the briefest of moments, then thrust it into her heart. "Poor, poor Christina you always had to right." He removed his blade form her chest and looked at the blood before returning to the orb of light he had created.
He lay there he tried to scream but it just gargled in his throat. 'No,' he thought, 'this cant be.' He summoned all his strength, all the power he could muster and struggled to his feet. He staggered to his beloved. He fell to his knees in her blood beside her. It as his tears to mix with her blood. She managed to whisper out one final word before the light faded from her eyes. "Sorry." it was too much. As her eyes dimmed his filled not with life or happy thoughts but of anger sorrow and revenge. He did what he had been not to do let his emotion take over. He lifted her blood stained blade and stood finding a new strength. He slowly approached Darook, before his master could turn he set upon him with a never seen before determination. The two fought intensely, ignoring all other things. Finally Darook landed a blow on his pupil. "Good let you emotions go, let them rule you."
On his hands and knees he began to change. His eyes glowed a blood red, and he could feel his body changing into something intoxicating and evil. Dark thoughts ran through his mind ones of torture and murder, removing all the thoughts of love and happiness, but one light thought remained unmovable. Christians smile. The changed stopped. He rose to his feet his masters smile shrank and vanished from his face. He looked on in wonder as his pupils body glowed with a with light. The he attacked in a flash he punched, kicked and elbowed his former master. When he stopped he stood back as his teacher stumbled back into that orb. In that moment a flash filled the cave and the pain returned.
* * *
Buffy walked through the grave yard, sensing. She could feel vampires near by but couldn't how many or how close. She also couldn't sense the blue eyes watching her. She turned around the corner to be confronter buy a single vampire. "Slayer, we've been waiting for you."
She looked at him "We?" at that moment ten vampires appeared from out of nowhere. "Oh, I see it's a group sport now." They set upon her like wild dogs. No matter how many she kicked away more came.
* * *
Seymour looked on impatiently. "Sita, if she's the one shouldn't we help her."
Sita looked at her friend, "She handling herself quite well." she ran her fingers through her hair, "God I hate those things. Rashkars, annoying little things!" She looked at the vampires. "There the reason there are so many 'vampire legends, bloody demon hybrids!"
He shook his head. "Sita!!"
"Alright," she looked at him, "lets go." They jumped from their vantage point on a near by roof.
* * *
Buffy fought on but they where to many. 'After all I've been through to be killed by a bunch a plain vampires!' just as she thought the cause lost two shadow jumped into the battle. They where quick faster than even her. They punched and kicked their way through the group with strength she had not before seen. One was a girl about her age, blonde hair and clear blue eyes. She wore a black leather jacket and white pants, something that Buffy would more than likely wear. The other was a boy again a bout her age yet taller and 'geekish' looking. He was quite a bit slower that the girl but still faster than her.
The boy spun round and landed a punch that would have killed any normal human, but a soon as it hit the floor it got up again. "Sita," he dodged the blow from the vampire, "how on earth do you kill these things??" He continued to dodge and punch but was getting really frustrated.
"Like any 'Hollywood' vampire."
"Oh." Seymour replied ripping the creatures head off. It crumbled to dust in his hands as well as the body. 'Cool'
A few moments later all but one of the vampires was dust, and the other ran. The boy was the first to speak, dusting of his trench coat he said, "Hi, I am Seymour, this is my close friend Sita, Miss-" Sita nodded at mentioning of her name and waited to hear Buffy say hers.
"Buffy. Why are you two so strong?" They to looked at each other, Buffy not really trusting them.
"You think we can trust her?" Seymour threw a worried look at Sita.
"If she is the one from my dream then we can trust her." Sita turned to Buffy and stepped closer. "You see we're, vampires."
Buffy stood back and got into her fighting stance. "Then why did you just help me dust a whole gang of your kind?" She hung back knowing if that she would stand no chance in a fight. This was more like it 'Super-Vamps,' a Sunnydale special.
"Those weren't vampires, those were Rashkars." Sita stepped forward shaking her head, "look we don't want to fight. I'm her looking for answers I've been having weird dream lately and your in them." Buffy left her guard down just a little, still wary of her new 'friends'. "Could we talk some where private, you never how is listening." Sita looked about scanning the area with her powerful eyes.
"Sure there is a place not to far from here." Buffy stepped to the side allowing her guests to go first, still not really trusting them. Sita and Seymour took the lead but they had nothing to fear, they where confident in their abilities. But before the could get very far a blinding white light filled the deserted grave yard. The force that created it flung the would be allies in opposite directions. From the swirling portal emerged two figures. One stumbled through nearly falling, the other fell soon as he entered through the portal.
Both of them where men one clearly older, the other much younger just older than Buffy. The older one looked considerably angry, "You fool, look what you've done." He spread his arms out, "Now we're stuck on god forsaken world." Buffy regained her feet and got ready to fight.
"Hey, this is my world. So don't dish it until you've lived here." Buffy tried to stare down the older male. But her look and words got no reaction. He stared at his companion.
"I'll destroy this world first, and then take my revenge on ours." That was enough for Buffy she attacked the man which threatened her world, but for the second time tonight she found some one stronger than her. He tossed her away like a rag doll. She hit the ground for the second time. 'This is just not my night is it.' To her rescue Sita and Seymour attacked the new threat. The fought at the peak of their abilities but had little luck. "Are there no worthy opponents on this planet," he let lose lightening bolt at the downed warriors, "What is this power I feel near yet far? I need time to prepare I'll see you all soon enough." With that he took to the air and left the others behind.
By the time Buffy got to her feet Sita and Seymour where already on their feet. She rubbed the back of her neck, stiff from her abrupt landing. She strolled over to the unconscious boy, "He looks like he's took a beating."
Sita Kneeled at his side, "He might be helpful, we have to get him to somewhere safe."
"Sure this way," Buffy led the way while Sita carried the unconscious body.
* * *
Giles sat at the table in the magic shop, hunched over a book. He was unaware of anything, just sitting there mumbling to himself. His train of thought was abruptly interrupted when Buffy followed by two others burst into the shop. "What the-?" he cut himself of in mid sentence when he saw the unconscious boy. Buffy cleared a space on the table and Sita put the boy on it. "What happened to him?" He looked at the two strangers, "and who are you?"
"We haven't got time for this now! Giles, get the first aid box!" Buffy was applying pressure to a deep wound on his arm. Sita ripped open his shirt to show another deep wound. "We need to get him to a doctor these wounds are to deep to treat here." Giles returned and placed that first- aid box on the table.
"No we don't, we've got something a lot better right here." Seymour hung back and watched the commotion, "Eh, Sita?"
She glanced at him and nodded, she raised a finger to her mouth and bite hard. After removing the finger from her mouth she placed it into the wound, within second both the wounds on her finger and his chest were gone. Buffy recoiled slightly in amazement at this, "What are you?"
"I told you, a vampire." Sita gave her a coy smile.
NOTE: ITS SET BETWEEN BOOK 5 AND 6 OF THE LAST VAMPIRE, AND AFTER SEASON SIX OF BUFFY.
IN THE BEGINNING.
He lay there looking at the rocky ceiling from the cave above him. The blood flowed from his left arm and pain shoot up it. He had failed, the world was doomed he had failed to stop his former master. The man he once considered a father, had slain all those that lived in their small village of Candaris. All but him and his first love Christina. She is what he saw next. Her face, like that of an Angel with a halo of red hair. "Are you alright, my love please be alright." She buried her face into his chest, her tears mingled with that of his blood.
"What are, you, doing here? I told, you, not to come," he struggled for the breath to speak. A surge of pain ran through airless body. "Go, get out of here, he's mad. He'll, kill you, I, couldn't bear, it if, anything, happened to, you." He looked into her eyes searching for the hope that she would listen to him.
"I can't. I must try to stop him." He lifted her head, his blood mated her hair together and covered half her face. "I must at least try."
"Blood.," he raised his hands to her face.
"Don't, you must conserve your strength." She rose to her feet and looked down at him. "I'll be back soon, my love." She turned to her own former master. "Darook, you have taken this to far!! Stop this madness now!!" She drew her short sword and cautiously approached the blade going first.
"Now both my pupils have come. You should have run when you could." Unknown to her he drew his sword. "I taught you both better than this." He sniggered to himself, he stared at his reflection in the blade. Before she could react he slashed her across the abdomen. She screamed as she flew through the air. The force of the strike flung her back quite a distance. She crumpled on the ground and stared up in terror has her master walked up to her. "Poor Christina, you should have both joined me. But now I suppose it is your time to leave us." He raised his sword, pausing for the briefest of moments, then thrust it into her heart. "Poor, poor Christina you always had to right." He removed his blade form her chest and looked at the blood before returning to the orb of light he had created.
He lay there he tried to scream but it just gargled in his throat. 'No,' he thought, 'this cant be.' He summoned all his strength, all the power he could muster and struggled to his feet. He staggered to his beloved. He fell to his knees in her blood beside her. It as his tears to mix with her blood. She managed to whisper out one final word before the light faded from her eyes. "Sorry." it was too much. As her eyes dimmed his filled not with life or happy thoughts but of anger sorrow and revenge. He did what he had been not to do let his emotion take over. He lifted her blood stained blade and stood finding a new strength. He slowly approached Darook, before his master could turn he set upon him with a never seen before determination. The two fought intensely, ignoring all other things. Finally Darook landed a blow on his pupil. "Good let you emotions go, let them rule you."
On his hands and knees he began to change. His eyes glowed a blood red, and he could feel his body changing into something intoxicating and evil. Dark thoughts ran through his mind ones of torture and murder, removing all the thoughts of love and happiness, but one light thought remained unmovable. Christians smile. The changed stopped. He rose to his feet his masters smile shrank and vanished from his face. He looked on in wonder as his pupils body glowed with a with light. The he attacked in a flash he punched, kicked and elbowed his former master. When he stopped he stood back as his teacher stumbled back into that orb. In that moment a flash filled the cave and the pain returned.
* * *
Buffy walked through the grave yard, sensing. She could feel vampires near by but couldn't how many or how close. She also couldn't sense the blue eyes watching her. She turned around the corner to be confronter buy a single vampire. "Slayer, we've been waiting for you."
She looked at him "We?" at that moment ten vampires appeared from out of nowhere. "Oh, I see it's a group sport now." They set upon her like wild dogs. No matter how many she kicked away more came.
* * *
Seymour looked on impatiently. "Sita, if she's the one shouldn't we help her."
Sita looked at her friend, "She handling herself quite well." she ran her fingers through her hair, "God I hate those things. Rashkars, annoying little things!" She looked at the vampires. "There the reason there are so many 'vampire legends, bloody demon hybrids!"
He shook his head. "Sita!!"
"Alright," she looked at him, "lets go." They jumped from their vantage point on a near by roof.
* * *
Buffy fought on but they where to many. 'After all I've been through to be killed by a bunch a plain vampires!' just as she thought the cause lost two shadow jumped into the battle. They where quick faster than even her. They punched and kicked their way through the group with strength she had not before seen. One was a girl about her age, blonde hair and clear blue eyes. She wore a black leather jacket and white pants, something that Buffy would more than likely wear. The other was a boy again a bout her age yet taller and 'geekish' looking. He was quite a bit slower that the girl but still faster than her.
The boy spun round and landed a punch that would have killed any normal human, but a soon as it hit the floor it got up again. "Sita," he dodged the blow from the vampire, "how on earth do you kill these things??" He continued to dodge and punch but was getting really frustrated.
"Like any 'Hollywood' vampire."
"Oh." Seymour replied ripping the creatures head off. It crumbled to dust in his hands as well as the body. 'Cool'
A few moments later all but one of the vampires was dust, and the other ran. The boy was the first to speak, dusting of his trench coat he said, "Hi, I am Seymour, this is my close friend Sita, Miss-" Sita nodded at mentioning of her name and waited to hear Buffy say hers.
"Buffy. Why are you two so strong?" They to looked at each other, Buffy not really trusting them.
"You think we can trust her?" Seymour threw a worried look at Sita.
"If she is the one from my dream then we can trust her." Sita turned to Buffy and stepped closer. "You see we're, vampires."
Buffy stood back and got into her fighting stance. "Then why did you just help me dust a whole gang of your kind?" She hung back knowing if that she would stand no chance in a fight. This was more like it 'Super-Vamps,' a Sunnydale special.
"Those weren't vampires, those were Rashkars." Sita stepped forward shaking her head, "look we don't want to fight. I'm her looking for answers I've been having weird dream lately and your in them." Buffy left her guard down just a little, still wary of her new 'friends'. "Could we talk some where private, you never how is listening." Sita looked about scanning the area with her powerful eyes.
"Sure there is a place not to far from here." Buffy stepped to the side allowing her guests to go first, still not really trusting them. Sita and Seymour took the lead but they had nothing to fear, they where confident in their abilities. But before the could get very far a blinding white light filled the deserted grave yard. The force that created it flung the would be allies in opposite directions. From the swirling portal emerged two figures. One stumbled through nearly falling, the other fell soon as he entered through the portal.
Both of them where men one clearly older, the other much younger just older than Buffy. The older one looked considerably angry, "You fool, look what you've done." He spread his arms out, "Now we're stuck on god forsaken world." Buffy regained her feet and got ready to fight.
"Hey, this is my world. So don't dish it until you've lived here." Buffy tried to stare down the older male. But her look and words got no reaction. He stared at his companion.
"I'll destroy this world first, and then take my revenge on ours." That was enough for Buffy she attacked the man which threatened her world, but for the second time tonight she found some one stronger than her. He tossed her away like a rag doll. She hit the ground for the second time. 'This is just not my night is it.' To her rescue Sita and Seymour attacked the new threat. The fought at the peak of their abilities but had little luck. "Are there no worthy opponents on this planet," he let lose lightening bolt at the downed warriors, "What is this power I feel near yet far? I need time to prepare I'll see you all soon enough." With that he took to the air and left the others behind.
By the time Buffy got to her feet Sita and Seymour where already on their feet. She rubbed the back of her neck, stiff from her abrupt landing. She strolled over to the unconscious boy, "He looks like he's took a beating."
Sita Kneeled at his side, "He might be helpful, we have to get him to somewhere safe."
"Sure this way," Buffy led the way while Sita carried the unconscious body.
* * *
Giles sat at the table in the magic shop, hunched over a book. He was unaware of anything, just sitting there mumbling to himself. His train of thought was abruptly interrupted when Buffy followed by two others burst into the shop. "What the-?" he cut himself of in mid sentence when he saw the unconscious boy. Buffy cleared a space on the table and Sita put the boy on it. "What happened to him?" He looked at the two strangers, "and who are you?"
"We haven't got time for this now! Giles, get the first aid box!" Buffy was applying pressure to a deep wound on his arm. Sita ripped open his shirt to show another deep wound. "We need to get him to a doctor these wounds are to deep to treat here." Giles returned and placed that first- aid box on the table.
"No we don't, we've got something a lot better right here." Seymour hung back and watched the commotion, "Eh, Sita?"
She glanced at him and nodded, she raised a finger to her mouth and bite hard. After removing the finger from her mouth she placed it into the wound, within second both the wounds on her finger and his chest were gone. Buffy recoiled slightly in amazement at this, "What are you?"
"I told you, a vampire." Sita gave her a coy smile.