Story: Brenn
Chapter 6
Carn Mixon
Willow was putting her computer away when she sensed a great magical power being used somewhere nearby.
"Buffy, I think there might be something wrong in town."
"Like what?" Buffy asked, stretching.
"I feel a lot of dark magic around. A lot."
"Should we check it out?"
"I think we should."
Buffy grabbed her gym bag.
"Will, get the others. Tell them to meet me at the front door in about 5 minutes."
"Right."
In a few minutes everyone was at the front door. Buffy began to pass out the weapons.
"What are we after?" Dawn asked.
"Willow told us. There is a lot of dark magic in the air, and it might be something bad," Tara reminded her.
"Yeah, and we're the suckers sorry enough to have to check it out," Xander said with a sigh. "Hey, has any one seen Brenn?"
"I think she went out earlier," Dawn replied. "She mentioned something about a vampire she had to get rid of."
"That's her own problem if she didn't tell me," Buffy said, opening the door.
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Brenn unsheathed the sword.
"This sword killed the demon they exchanged for Pryce. It still has the blood of the beast on it. It also has the blood of Pryce. And when it has mine and your blood on it, all that is left is a few small words. Then you shall be gone, and Pryce will be with me once again,"
she smirked as she finished, and said a few more undiciable words. The sword lit on fire. Brenn tossed it into the air and caught it so her hand was only a few centimetres from the tip. With exact precision she cut tiny symbols into her arms.
"Carn Mixon. Carn Mixon," she chanted slowly as she made the cuts. She stopped when her arms were completely covered with the strange symbols. The blood the symbols oozed seemed to flow right into the sword from her arm.
"Mixon Carn!"
The blood flow stopped. The cuts disappeared, leaving no trace that they had ever been there.
"Your turn, William."
She threw the sword in the air again and caught it by the hilt. Carefully, she drew designs in the earth around Spike. When she was done they began to glow blood red.
"Carn Mixon!"
The glow intensened. It was almost like fire. Brenn stepped through. She looked incredibly evil, the red reflecting off her blonde hair, and her eyes completely black.
"Look luv, can't we work this out," Spike pleaded.
"No," Brenn replied, totally heartless. She raised the sword and cut away Spike's shirt. His coat had fallen to the floor earlier, making her job easier. When the shirt had fallen to the floor in tatters, she proceeded to cut symbols into Spike's chest, the same that she had carved on her arms.
Spike screamed with pain. The sword was worse than burning alive, and the more cuts she made, the more he wished he would just burst into flame already and die.
"Go on, scream. It just makes me feel better."
Spike shut up. He wasn't going to give her the satisfaction.
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The vampire tracked the Slayer to the old abandoned building. When he had got in, he immediately cursed himself. The bitch was attempting the ritual.
"There you are, Slayer," he called to her. She didn't answer.
He had to stop from hitting himself. She wasn't ATTEMPTING the ritual. She was DOING the ritual.
"Slayer! What the hell are you doing?" he shouted over the roar of the flames. Once again, no answer.
Suddenly a door flew open. A group of people walked in, brandishing weapons.
"What the hell?"
Chapter 6
Carn Mixon
Willow was putting her computer away when she sensed a great magical power being used somewhere nearby.
"Buffy, I think there might be something wrong in town."
"Like what?" Buffy asked, stretching.
"I feel a lot of dark magic around. A lot."
"Should we check it out?"
"I think we should."
Buffy grabbed her gym bag.
"Will, get the others. Tell them to meet me at the front door in about 5 minutes."
"Right."
In a few minutes everyone was at the front door. Buffy began to pass out the weapons.
"What are we after?" Dawn asked.
"Willow told us. There is a lot of dark magic in the air, and it might be something bad," Tara reminded her.
"Yeah, and we're the suckers sorry enough to have to check it out," Xander said with a sigh. "Hey, has any one seen Brenn?"
"I think she went out earlier," Dawn replied. "She mentioned something about a vampire she had to get rid of."
"That's her own problem if she didn't tell me," Buffy said, opening the door.
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Brenn unsheathed the sword.
"This sword killed the demon they exchanged for Pryce. It still has the blood of the beast on it. It also has the blood of Pryce. And when it has mine and your blood on it, all that is left is a few small words. Then you shall be gone, and Pryce will be with me once again,"
she smirked as she finished, and said a few more undiciable words. The sword lit on fire. Brenn tossed it into the air and caught it so her hand was only a few centimetres from the tip. With exact precision she cut tiny symbols into her arms.
"Carn Mixon. Carn Mixon," she chanted slowly as she made the cuts. She stopped when her arms were completely covered with the strange symbols. The blood the symbols oozed seemed to flow right into the sword from her arm.
"Mixon Carn!"
The blood flow stopped. The cuts disappeared, leaving no trace that they had ever been there.
"Your turn, William."
She threw the sword in the air again and caught it by the hilt. Carefully, she drew designs in the earth around Spike. When she was done they began to glow blood red.
"Carn Mixon!"
The glow intensened. It was almost like fire. Brenn stepped through. She looked incredibly evil, the red reflecting off her blonde hair, and her eyes completely black.
"Look luv, can't we work this out," Spike pleaded.
"No," Brenn replied, totally heartless. She raised the sword and cut away Spike's shirt. His coat had fallen to the floor earlier, making her job easier. When the shirt had fallen to the floor in tatters, she proceeded to cut symbols into Spike's chest, the same that she had carved on her arms.
Spike screamed with pain. The sword was worse than burning alive, and the more cuts she made, the more he wished he would just burst into flame already and die.
"Go on, scream. It just makes me feel better."
Spike shut up. He wasn't going to give her the satisfaction.
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The vampire tracked the Slayer to the old abandoned building. When he had got in, he immediately cursed himself. The bitch was attempting the ritual.
"There you are, Slayer," he called to her. She didn't answer.
He had to stop from hitting himself. She wasn't ATTEMPTING the ritual. She was DOING the ritual.
"Slayer! What the hell are you doing?" he shouted over the roar of the flames. Once again, no answer.
Suddenly a door flew open. A group of people walked in, brandishing weapons.
"What the hell?"