Roll Titles: The Damned
Starring:
Eliza Dushku as Faith
Casey Affleck as Sir Robert La Morte
Alexis Denisof as Wesley Wyndam-Pryce
Alyson Hannigan as Willow Rosenberg
David Boreanz as Angel
And Seth Green as Daniel 'Oz' Osborne
Michelle Trachtenberg as Dawn Summers
Special Guest Stars:
Anthony Stewart Head as Rupert Giles
Nicholas Brendon as Alexander 'Xander' Harris
D.B. Woodside as Principal Robin Wood
Amy Acker as Winifred 'Fred' Burkle
J. August Richards as Charles Gunn
Andy Hallett as Lorne
Iyari Limon as Kennedy
D.B. Woodside as Principal Robin Wood
Vincent Karthieser as Connor
Jake Busey as Micah Luke
Arnold Vosloo as Gideon.
And Sarah Michelle Gellar as Buffy Summers
Faith stormed into the hotel lobby with a face contorted with rage. She immediately searched for the cowardly Xander, Gunn and Connor who had abandoned her to her fate at the hands of La Morte. She peered at the row of faces staring at her, but only saw everyone but the dastardly trio.
"Anyone seen Xander, Gunn or Connor?" She quietly asked, her voice innocently masking the furor within.
"No.I'm afraid not," instantaneously answered Giles, whose nervous voice also tried to conceal an obvious lie.
Faith rolled her eyes, "c'mon G-man, I just want a little payback, that's all."
Giles winced at the nickname, but refused to even return a glance at the vengeful brown eyes staring at him.
Luckily, he could rely on Willow to avert the potential disaster awaiting them all.
"Faith, I'm sure they're really sorry, but there are more important things to concern you than petty trifles like this. We tried to reach you and convince you that La Morte was quite dangerous.I'm sure you would have had second thoughts about confronting him," the redhead spoke calmly but congenially, trying to restore a sense of cooperation between Faith and the others.
"Red, don't worry about it, I'm not going to kill them or anything, that Faith's gone," Faith smiled trying to jest her anger away.
"Connor said that you fought La Morte, and surprisingly from his description, I'd warrant that you shouldn't have survived, now I might inquire how you were able to?" spoke up Wesley, who stuck up his chin in a skeptical manner. From the anxious descriptions of Xander, Wesley even a Connor who seemed slightly uncomfortable, he speculated that it was guaranteed that Faith had no chance against the seemingly unstoppable immortal power arrayed against her.
Faith's stern expression suddenly changed. Her eyes whirled around and she tried to manage a smile, a resemblance of the old Faith everyone knew, the tough girl who never lost a fight.well with a few notable exceptions. "It really wasn't a problem, the guy just came right at me and I turned him into a man-bitch-" Faith stammered, trying to lay out a convincing alibi because she was sure the gang was probably not ready for the actual truth.
"From the looks of what I saw, it was more of you guys went from trying to kill each other to lovebirds, I'd even say he made you his bitch," spoke up a voice from behind Faith.
Oz had stayed outside the hotel, waiting for Faith to hopefully provide a decent introduction for him, but since she showed no signs of doing so, he figured he might as well make a witty entrance.
Everyone stared up from Faith to face the purple-haired figure of Oz, whom none of them had seen nor heard from in years. Most of them Oz didn't recognize, there were a whole bunch of girls, including a brown haired girl that was as tall as him who resembled Buffy. Sure, he remembered Wesley, Willow, Giles and Faith but everything else appeared alien to him.
"Who are you?" snarled the brunette Buffy.
Oz opened his mouth to answer her, but Willow answered instead. "It's Oz, my friend from the high school, I'm sure you don't remember, Dawn."
Dawn, he thought, so this is the famous Key that Willow had emailed him about. He heard all about how a group of monks had disguised a key as a human, the sister of the blonde vampire slayer he hung around with in high school. They transplanted memories of her into almost everyone still in Sunnydale, but because he was conveniently out of the country, so he did not suddenly recall the forged memories of Dawn. Due to the bewilderment of the others and the astonishment of his old Sunnydale friends at his sudden return, Oz decided it might be best to provide an suitable introduction.
"Hi, I'm Daniel Osborne. I used to belong to a band called Dingoes Ate my Baby, but lately I've been wandering the world. I'm a lycanthrope, or a werewolf for those of you who don't know what that is. I was formerly madly in love with Willow, but I'm sure for both of our sakes we should pleasantly avoid the topic. I heard all about what happened over the past few years and I'm sorry I wasn't here to help any of you. I should have been there, but I guess that's all behind us. I came because I received some very disturbing news that concerns you all. After Sunnydale's destruction, the hellmouth has found another suitable location in this country. Or at least, another hellmouth has suddenly appeared and demonic activity has shifted over there," he spoke slowly and methodically.
"And where is that?" inquired Faith, crossing her arms.
"Cleveland," Oz answered her.
Faith burst out laughing, "Cleveland. Of all the places in the world, the demons choose Cleveland as a new base of operations, this is just too funny."
Giles shot her an irate look, "I'm afraid Cleveland has always been a popular destination of demonic activity, I suppose the demons would prefer an area that's colder and less sunny than California and Ohio is the perfect place for breeding grounds."
Oz nodded, "I even heard rumors that now the First Evil's out of business, a new big bad's heading there. His name is Ulrich and this guy's possibly the most powerful vampire in the world."
"Not possibly, I'm afraid he is the most powerful vampire in the world," Lorne, who had relegated himself towards the back of the room in a leisurely couch stood up. "In fact, I'm fairly certain that he's the first vampire."
"Woah! Now I'm interested," Faith smirked, "this guy look anything like Kakistos."
"I'd say compared to Ulrich, Kakistos was Justin Timberlake. Ulrich's a total badass, and he resembles a balrog more than a human. He's got the cloven hooves, horns, bat wings, forked tail, leathery skin, fangs, barely any trace of human in him. He's been underground for thousands of years, heck, most of the demon community thought he was killed during the time of Hammurabi, but I guess not," Lorne retorted with a slight chuckle at a final joke which he thought was funny.
However, the rest of the group did not. Even Faith had adopted the grim faces of all of them.
Then, Xander stepped into the room with a sheepish grin on his face along with Gunn and Connor, who were discreetly trying to not be seen.
"So what'd I miss?" Xander gave his famous innocent Xander-grin.
Faith answered, "Nothing, just that I'm going to kick your asses for leaving me to La Morte's sword."
Connor tried to defend Xander, "We're sorry, I mean you heard Kennedy, he just seemed a bit out of league."
Faith charged forward and started to break into a full sprint heading towards the three. Kennedy, Wood and Fred luckily stood in her way and prevented Faith from venting her furor upon the hapless men and quickly restrained her despite the peeved grunting of the black-haired slayer.
"I'm sure that you enjoyed making out with him after you had a little romp and a soirée," snickered Lorne, who typically was trying to derive some humor from the rather tense situation.
Gunn ignored both Faith and the horned singing demon and addressed Oz, "Well, Oz, I'm sure you haven't heard but we've been receiving calls about a fanatical army assembling among the dregs of LA's society that's marching right for this hotel right now. So, I'm just asking your opinion on how we solve these twin crises?"
Everyone turned to face the huge black man, some of the women had horrified looks on their faces. Wesley's face turned from a serene pale to an enraged red, "Since when were you going to inform us of that little matter?"
"Well, I thought you all knew," stammered Gunn, who was backing away and trying to avoid the angry stares from everyone.
"Guys, this bickering has to stop, right now, we have two seriously bad problems facing us. Now, we only have a couple decisions facing us. We can continue squabbling and wait for whatever zealous horde of fanatics to descend upon us. We can try to figure out a plan for stopping this problem, then attend to Cleveland. Or we can just sit here and do nothing and let the fanatics overrun LA while Ulrich turns the America into a vampire feeding ground. I guess the second choice seems the best to me, but I'd like to know if anyone else has any dissenting opinion?" Fred asserted her leadership and the room was suddenly silent.
Then, a tall dark-haired man burst through the doors dressed entirely in black. It was the tall, beefy form of Angel, whose face was masked with distress.
"Buffy.she's gone!"
Starring:
Eliza Dushku as Faith
Casey Affleck as Sir Robert La Morte
Alexis Denisof as Wesley Wyndam-Pryce
Alyson Hannigan as Willow Rosenberg
David Boreanz as Angel
And Seth Green as Daniel 'Oz' Osborne
Michelle Trachtenberg as Dawn Summers
Special Guest Stars:
Anthony Stewart Head as Rupert Giles
Nicholas Brendon as Alexander 'Xander' Harris
D.B. Woodside as Principal Robin Wood
Amy Acker as Winifred 'Fred' Burkle
J. August Richards as Charles Gunn
Andy Hallett as Lorne
Iyari Limon as Kennedy
D.B. Woodside as Principal Robin Wood
Vincent Karthieser as Connor
Jake Busey as Micah Luke
Arnold Vosloo as Gideon.
And Sarah Michelle Gellar as Buffy Summers
Faith stormed into the hotel lobby with a face contorted with rage. She immediately searched for the cowardly Xander, Gunn and Connor who had abandoned her to her fate at the hands of La Morte. She peered at the row of faces staring at her, but only saw everyone but the dastardly trio.
"Anyone seen Xander, Gunn or Connor?" She quietly asked, her voice innocently masking the furor within.
"No.I'm afraid not," instantaneously answered Giles, whose nervous voice also tried to conceal an obvious lie.
Faith rolled her eyes, "c'mon G-man, I just want a little payback, that's all."
Giles winced at the nickname, but refused to even return a glance at the vengeful brown eyes staring at him.
Luckily, he could rely on Willow to avert the potential disaster awaiting them all.
"Faith, I'm sure they're really sorry, but there are more important things to concern you than petty trifles like this. We tried to reach you and convince you that La Morte was quite dangerous.I'm sure you would have had second thoughts about confronting him," the redhead spoke calmly but congenially, trying to restore a sense of cooperation between Faith and the others.
"Red, don't worry about it, I'm not going to kill them or anything, that Faith's gone," Faith smiled trying to jest her anger away.
"Connor said that you fought La Morte, and surprisingly from his description, I'd warrant that you shouldn't have survived, now I might inquire how you were able to?" spoke up Wesley, who stuck up his chin in a skeptical manner. From the anxious descriptions of Xander, Wesley even a Connor who seemed slightly uncomfortable, he speculated that it was guaranteed that Faith had no chance against the seemingly unstoppable immortal power arrayed against her.
Faith's stern expression suddenly changed. Her eyes whirled around and she tried to manage a smile, a resemblance of the old Faith everyone knew, the tough girl who never lost a fight.well with a few notable exceptions. "It really wasn't a problem, the guy just came right at me and I turned him into a man-bitch-" Faith stammered, trying to lay out a convincing alibi because she was sure the gang was probably not ready for the actual truth.
"From the looks of what I saw, it was more of you guys went from trying to kill each other to lovebirds, I'd even say he made you his bitch," spoke up a voice from behind Faith.
Oz had stayed outside the hotel, waiting for Faith to hopefully provide a decent introduction for him, but since she showed no signs of doing so, he figured he might as well make a witty entrance.
Everyone stared up from Faith to face the purple-haired figure of Oz, whom none of them had seen nor heard from in years. Most of them Oz didn't recognize, there were a whole bunch of girls, including a brown haired girl that was as tall as him who resembled Buffy. Sure, he remembered Wesley, Willow, Giles and Faith but everything else appeared alien to him.
"Who are you?" snarled the brunette Buffy.
Oz opened his mouth to answer her, but Willow answered instead. "It's Oz, my friend from the high school, I'm sure you don't remember, Dawn."
Dawn, he thought, so this is the famous Key that Willow had emailed him about. He heard all about how a group of monks had disguised a key as a human, the sister of the blonde vampire slayer he hung around with in high school. They transplanted memories of her into almost everyone still in Sunnydale, but because he was conveniently out of the country, so he did not suddenly recall the forged memories of Dawn. Due to the bewilderment of the others and the astonishment of his old Sunnydale friends at his sudden return, Oz decided it might be best to provide an suitable introduction.
"Hi, I'm Daniel Osborne. I used to belong to a band called Dingoes Ate my Baby, but lately I've been wandering the world. I'm a lycanthrope, or a werewolf for those of you who don't know what that is. I was formerly madly in love with Willow, but I'm sure for both of our sakes we should pleasantly avoid the topic. I heard all about what happened over the past few years and I'm sorry I wasn't here to help any of you. I should have been there, but I guess that's all behind us. I came because I received some very disturbing news that concerns you all. After Sunnydale's destruction, the hellmouth has found another suitable location in this country. Or at least, another hellmouth has suddenly appeared and demonic activity has shifted over there," he spoke slowly and methodically.
"And where is that?" inquired Faith, crossing her arms.
"Cleveland," Oz answered her.
Faith burst out laughing, "Cleveland. Of all the places in the world, the demons choose Cleveland as a new base of operations, this is just too funny."
Giles shot her an irate look, "I'm afraid Cleveland has always been a popular destination of demonic activity, I suppose the demons would prefer an area that's colder and less sunny than California and Ohio is the perfect place for breeding grounds."
Oz nodded, "I even heard rumors that now the First Evil's out of business, a new big bad's heading there. His name is Ulrich and this guy's possibly the most powerful vampire in the world."
"Not possibly, I'm afraid he is the most powerful vampire in the world," Lorne, who had relegated himself towards the back of the room in a leisurely couch stood up. "In fact, I'm fairly certain that he's the first vampire."
"Woah! Now I'm interested," Faith smirked, "this guy look anything like Kakistos."
"I'd say compared to Ulrich, Kakistos was Justin Timberlake. Ulrich's a total badass, and he resembles a balrog more than a human. He's got the cloven hooves, horns, bat wings, forked tail, leathery skin, fangs, barely any trace of human in him. He's been underground for thousands of years, heck, most of the demon community thought he was killed during the time of Hammurabi, but I guess not," Lorne retorted with a slight chuckle at a final joke which he thought was funny.
However, the rest of the group did not. Even Faith had adopted the grim faces of all of them.
Then, Xander stepped into the room with a sheepish grin on his face along with Gunn and Connor, who were discreetly trying to not be seen.
"So what'd I miss?" Xander gave his famous innocent Xander-grin.
Faith answered, "Nothing, just that I'm going to kick your asses for leaving me to La Morte's sword."
Connor tried to defend Xander, "We're sorry, I mean you heard Kennedy, he just seemed a bit out of league."
Faith charged forward and started to break into a full sprint heading towards the three. Kennedy, Wood and Fred luckily stood in her way and prevented Faith from venting her furor upon the hapless men and quickly restrained her despite the peeved grunting of the black-haired slayer.
"I'm sure that you enjoyed making out with him after you had a little romp and a soirée," snickered Lorne, who typically was trying to derive some humor from the rather tense situation.
Gunn ignored both Faith and the horned singing demon and addressed Oz, "Well, Oz, I'm sure you haven't heard but we've been receiving calls about a fanatical army assembling among the dregs of LA's society that's marching right for this hotel right now. So, I'm just asking your opinion on how we solve these twin crises?"
Everyone turned to face the huge black man, some of the women had horrified looks on their faces. Wesley's face turned from a serene pale to an enraged red, "Since when were you going to inform us of that little matter?"
"Well, I thought you all knew," stammered Gunn, who was backing away and trying to avoid the angry stares from everyone.
"Guys, this bickering has to stop, right now, we have two seriously bad problems facing us. Now, we only have a couple decisions facing us. We can continue squabbling and wait for whatever zealous horde of fanatics to descend upon us. We can try to figure out a plan for stopping this problem, then attend to Cleveland. Or we can just sit here and do nothing and let the fanatics overrun LA while Ulrich turns the America into a vampire feeding ground. I guess the second choice seems the best to me, but I'd like to know if anyone else has any dissenting opinion?" Fred asserted her leadership and the room was suddenly silent.
Then, a tall dark-haired man burst through the doors dressed entirely in black. It was the tall, beefy form of Angel, whose face was masked with distress.
"Buffy.she's gone!"
