Chapter 4~
"You're nuts," Pike said. "But it makes sense."
"So you're willing to do your part?" Buffy was already wincing as if he'd already said no.
"Of course I will. I wouldn't just leave you." He thought back to the man in the leather coat.
"Thanks," Buffy said with all her heart, "now, what are you going to wear?"
"This is a very easy project. A luxury even. There are a group of teenagers, kill them. Any way you can, drink, kill, ANYTHING!" Miar roared. His army roared up in response. This was practically a buffet with enough for everyone. "This Friday you will enter the high school and kill!" He smiled fondly upon the idea of finally killing her. Tasting her blood. Eating the marrow from her bones. He would tear off her head and keep it as a trophy.
Friday came too close, too soon. Buffy was nervous, but still confident. She had come up with a marvelous plan. Her plan would save everyone at the dance. She looked at herself in the mirror. She was wearing a beautiful sequined gold mini and white tank top. She looked like any normal girl, ready to go to a dance, when in fact, she was ready to go to war.
"Buffy!" Pike was rapping on her window, "open up!" She smiled and opened up the window. He kissed her through the window and he slid in. He was wearing a black t-shirt and pants, but somehow these clothes looked better than his usual clothes.
"You look fantastic," Buffy said, gazing at his clothes.
"Back at you." Buffy was suddenly serious.
"Do you have it?" Her eyes were big with worry.
"'Course, you'd think any less?" He winked and flashed a silver object from his pocket.
"Okay." Buffy looked relieved. She smiled, "This is going to be really fun. A date: dancing, music, and killing." She bit her lip. "I hate my life."
"Well, I like you," Pike leaned forward and kissed her forehead, " and everything that comes with it."
"You are so sweet. But we got to go." Buffy was smiling ear to ear. "Meet you outside." He again, slipped through the window, while Buffy grabbed her purse and took off down the stairs.
"Buffy?" her mom said as she walked down the stairs. "Where are you going?"
"Didn't I tell you? The dance is tonight." Buffy looked out the window. Pike was waving.
"Oh, have fun," Joyce said, "Buffy, I hope you know that the divorce has nothing to do about you."
Buffy frowned. "Mom, let's not, let's just not." Buffy ran off out the door.
"Mom trouble?" Pike asked. Buffy was wiping tears off her cheeks.
"Nothing. Let's just go have fun." He took her arm and they walked silently to the school.
"Are you all starved? You should be, for tonight is our glory day! A whole gym full of mindless teens ready for the picking!" Miar was standing on a big box, making him look taller and more threatening than all the others. "You will not taste a drop of blood until I address the Slayer. None of you will lay a finger on the Slayer's blonde head! She is mine!" He held up a picture of Buffy Summers with her mother. The army screamed and yelled. Someone even threw a rock at the photo, blasting a whole threw her face. "Let us feed!" Miar lead the army toward the school.
"I'm having so much fun!" Buffy said as she danced. Pike was right beside her, dancing a little as well. "I hope they'll never come. I hope that man was wrong."
"So do I." But Pike did not want to dance forever, he just wanted Buffy to live through this night. The lights and music were pulled, making the gym extremely dark, but one single spotlight rang down on a vampire who would have been very handsome, if his face was not so distorted. In his claws he held the dead body of the D.J.
"I cannot hold in my excitement any longer. We are here to party and take down the Slayer. Will she please come up here, Miss Buffy Summers?" Miar looked into the crowd. Two vampires appeared on either side of Buffy, but she walked up willingly. Pike followed, obviously distraught. She climbed up beside Miar. He grabbed her hand and kissed it. She in turn, curtsied.
"Are we going to fight?" Buffy asked sounding rather bored. Miar laughed.
"Perhaps you should not be so concerned about us, but about them." He waved his hand toward the crowd of teenagers and demons. Many of the girls screamed when they saw the demons and vampires. Buffy gasped. The army was not to kill her, but to distract her.
"Let's fight already," Buffy hissed. Miar nodded toward his army. They started to kill. Buffy saw four girls die already.
"PIKE!" she screamed. He had already staked the two vampires guarding the door.
"Everyone out! RUN!" he screamed. Most of the students got out, trampling many vampires and demons. But there were fatalities, about ten or fifteen. Out of four hundred, that was pretty good. Once everyone was out, Pike nodded at Buffy and barricaded it shut.
"Very good, Slayer. You saved most of their lives. Now try yours." Miar swung a backhand, but Buffy grabbed his arm, thrust him forward, and hook kicked him in the back. He fell and when he tried to get up, she karate chopped him. Miar kicked her in the stomach from the floor. Buffy stumbled back, and he round kicked her side. She side kicked his head and flying kicked right after. She grabbed a stake out of her purse, and tried to stake him. He grabbed it from her hand and crushed it into splinters. The army was in awe watching them fight.
"Nice try, Slayer," Miar growled happily, "You are a tricky one." He licked her face. Buffy was so scared, trying to hold back the tears.
"Okay, eeew." Buffy stepped back. She never turned her back from him, but felt around for something to kill him with. Her hand touched something cold, round and surprisingly sharp. She picked it up.
"A discus?" Miar laughed.
Buffy nodded. "A discus." She held it like they were taught in gym class and aimed for Miar's neck. She threw it as hard as she could. Buffy could hear the bone crunch as the discus tore through Miar's neck. She watched his head bounce on the floor and his body turn to ashes. She kicked them up in a little cloud.
Buffy elbowed out many demons and kicked them away. She slammed her body against the door.
"Pike! It's me! Let me out!" Buffy was sounded so afraid. Well, Pike couldn't blame her. She was stuck in an enclosed room with thousands of demons. He tore off the barricade and grabbed her. They rebuilt the barricade. Pike leaned forward and kissed her, she was sweaty and bloody, but he didn't care. He hugged her.
"Thank god, Buffy," he looked at her, "I love you."
Buffy nodded. He handed her a small silver object, a lighter. Pike had already doused the outside of the gym and the doors with kerosene. Buffy flipped the lid of the lighter and looked at the flame for a second. She threw it down onto the kerosene doused ground. The flame licked the top of the building, she could hear the thousands of demons inside screaming as they burned.
Pike held Buffy in his arms. They and another four hundred teenagers watched it burn.
"SUMMERS!" Principal Mosse was standing behind them.
"Yes, Principal Mosse?" Buffy asked sweetly.
"I saw that! I'm expelling you on the spot!" The big, red vein in his forehead was bulging.
"Yes sir," Buffy said trying to look sad. But she was really insanely happy. This could be her new chance at life. New friends, new school, new life. But what would she tell her mother?
"Buffy, we're moving to Sunnydale," Joyce said the next week.
"When? Why?" Buffy asked. She didn't want to leave L.A., she still needed Pike.
"Next week, that's the closest place where there's a high school that will take you."
"There's not one in L.A.?"
"Not one that will take you! For God's sake Buffy, you burned down the gym!"
"Alright, but why so fast?" She was pouting.
"I don't want you to miss any school. Go and start packing." Buffy frowned and headed up stairs. She found a surprise in her bedroom.
"Pike?" Buffy asked. He was sitting on her bed, waiting.
"So you're moving away," he said sadly.
"Yep. I'm sorry."
"So how's this going to work?"
"It's not. Pike, I think we should break up."
"But I love you."
"And I do too, but I want you to have a normal life, demon free."
He nodded. They hugged. "Good-bye, Buffy, I hope you have a good life." He slipped away. She sighed.
Angel nodded from outside. Nobody had seen him and that's just the way he wanted it. "So she's moving to Sunnydale," he said to himself, "I go with her." He went back to where he was living and started packing.
Buffy tossed and turned. She dreamt images of an angry, ugly vampire, a quiet town and a man dressed all in black.
THE END
"You're nuts," Pike said. "But it makes sense."
"So you're willing to do your part?" Buffy was already wincing as if he'd already said no.
"Of course I will. I wouldn't just leave you." He thought back to the man in the leather coat.
"Thanks," Buffy said with all her heart, "now, what are you going to wear?"
"This is a very easy project. A luxury even. There are a group of teenagers, kill them. Any way you can, drink, kill, ANYTHING!" Miar roared. His army roared up in response. This was practically a buffet with enough for everyone. "This Friday you will enter the high school and kill!" He smiled fondly upon the idea of finally killing her. Tasting her blood. Eating the marrow from her bones. He would tear off her head and keep it as a trophy.
Friday came too close, too soon. Buffy was nervous, but still confident. She had come up with a marvelous plan. Her plan would save everyone at the dance. She looked at herself in the mirror. She was wearing a beautiful sequined gold mini and white tank top. She looked like any normal girl, ready to go to a dance, when in fact, she was ready to go to war.
"Buffy!" Pike was rapping on her window, "open up!" She smiled and opened up the window. He kissed her through the window and he slid in. He was wearing a black t-shirt and pants, but somehow these clothes looked better than his usual clothes.
"You look fantastic," Buffy said, gazing at his clothes.
"Back at you." Buffy was suddenly serious.
"Do you have it?" Her eyes were big with worry.
"'Course, you'd think any less?" He winked and flashed a silver object from his pocket.
"Okay." Buffy looked relieved. She smiled, "This is going to be really fun. A date: dancing, music, and killing." She bit her lip. "I hate my life."
"Well, I like you," Pike leaned forward and kissed her forehead, " and everything that comes with it."
"You are so sweet. But we got to go." Buffy was smiling ear to ear. "Meet you outside." He again, slipped through the window, while Buffy grabbed her purse and took off down the stairs.
"Buffy?" her mom said as she walked down the stairs. "Where are you going?"
"Didn't I tell you? The dance is tonight." Buffy looked out the window. Pike was waving.
"Oh, have fun," Joyce said, "Buffy, I hope you know that the divorce has nothing to do about you."
Buffy frowned. "Mom, let's not, let's just not." Buffy ran off out the door.
"Mom trouble?" Pike asked. Buffy was wiping tears off her cheeks.
"Nothing. Let's just go have fun." He took her arm and they walked silently to the school.
"Are you all starved? You should be, for tonight is our glory day! A whole gym full of mindless teens ready for the picking!" Miar was standing on a big box, making him look taller and more threatening than all the others. "You will not taste a drop of blood until I address the Slayer. None of you will lay a finger on the Slayer's blonde head! She is mine!" He held up a picture of Buffy Summers with her mother. The army screamed and yelled. Someone even threw a rock at the photo, blasting a whole threw her face. "Let us feed!" Miar lead the army toward the school.
"I'm having so much fun!" Buffy said as she danced. Pike was right beside her, dancing a little as well. "I hope they'll never come. I hope that man was wrong."
"So do I." But Pike did not want to dance forever, he just wanted Buffy to live through this night. The lights and music were pulled, making the gym extremely dark, but one single spotlight rang down on a vampire who would have been very handsome, if his face was not so distorted. In his claws he held the dead body of the D.J.
"I cannot hold in my excitement any longer. We are here to party and take down the Slayer. Will she please come up here, Miss Buffy Summers?" Miar looked into the crowd. Two vampires appeared on either side of Buffy, but she walked up willingly. Pike followed, obviously distraught. She climbed up beside Miar. He grabbed her hand and kissed it. She in turn, curtsied.
"Are we going to fight?" Buffy asked sounding rather bored. Miar laughed.
"Perhaps you should not be so concerned about us, but about them." He waved his hand toward the crowd of teenagers and demons. Many of the girls screamed when they saw the demons and vampires. Buffy gasped. The army was not to kill her, but to distract her.
"Let's fight already," Buffy hissed. Miar nodded toward his army. They started to kill. Buffy saw four girls die already.
"PIKE!" she screamed. He had already staked the two vampires guarding the door.
"Everyone out! RUN!" he screamed. Most of the students got out, trampling many vampires and demons. But there were fatalities, about ten or fifteen. Out of four hundred, that was pretty good. Once everyone was out, Pike nodded at Buffy and barricaded it shut.
"Very good, Slayer. You saved most of their lives. Now try yours." Miar swung a backhand, but Buffy grabbed his arm, thrust him forward, and hook kicked him in the back. He fell and when he tried to get up, she karate chopped him. Miar kicked her in the stomach from the floor. Buffy stumbled back, and he round kicked her side. She side kicked his head and flying kicked right after. She grabbed a stake out of her purse, and tried to stake him. He grabbed it from her hand and crushed it into splinters. The army was in awe watching them fight.
"Nice try, Slayer," Miar growled happily, "You are a tricky one." He licked her face. Buffy was so scared, trying to hold back the tears.
"Okay, eeew." Buffy stepped back. She never turned her back from him, but felt around for something to kill him with. Her hand touched something cold, round and surprisingly sharp. She picked it up.
"A discus?" Miar laughed.
Buffy nodded. "A discus." She held it like they were taught in gym class and aimed for Miar's neck. She threw it as hard as she could. Buffy could hear the bone crunch as the discus tore through Miar's neck. She watched his head bounce on the floor and his body turn to ashes. She kicked them up in a little cloud.
Buffy elbowed out many demons and kicked them away. She slammed her body against the door.
"Pike! It's me! Let me out!" Buffy was sounded so afraid. Well, Pike couldn't blame her. She was stuck in an enclosed room with thousands of demons. He tore off the barricade and grabbed her. They rebuilt the barricade. Pike leaned forward and kissed her, she was sweaty and bloody, but he didn't care. He hugged her.
"Thank god, Buffy," he looked at her, "I love you."
Buffy nodded. He handed her a small silver object, a lighter. Pike had already doused the outside of the gym and the doors with kerosene. Buffy flipped the lid of the lighter and looked at the flame for a second. She threw it down onto the kerosene doused ground. The flame licked the top of the building, she could hear the thousands of demons inside screaming as they burned.
Pike held Buffy in his arms. They and another four hundred teenagers watched it burn.
"SUMMERS!" Principal Mosse was standing behind them.
"Yes, Principal Mosse?" Buffy asked sweetly.
"I saw that! I'm expelling you on the spot!" The big, red vein in his forehead was bulging.
"Yes sir," Buffy said trying to look sad. But she was really insanely happy. This could be her new chance at life. New friends, new school, new life. But what would she tell her mother?
"Buffy, we're moving to Sunnydale," Joyce said the next week.
"When? Why?" Buffy asked. She didn't want to leave L.A., she still needed Pike.
"Next week, that's the closest place where there's a high school that will take you."
"There's not one in L.A.?"
"Not one that will take you! For God's sake Buffy, you burned down the gym!"
"Alright, but why so fast?" She was pouting.
"I don't want you to miss any school. Go and start packing." Buffy frowned and headed up stairs. She found a surprise in her bedroom.
"Pike?" Buffy asked. He was sitting on her bed, waiting.
"So you're moving away," he said sadly.
"Yep. I'm sorry."
"So how's this going to work?"
"It's not. Pike, I think we should break up."
"But I love you."
"And I do too, but I want you to have a normal life, demon free."
He nodded. They hugged. "Good-bye, Buffy, I hope you have a good life." He slipped away. She sighed.
Angel nodded from outside. Nobody had seen him and that's just the way he wanted it. "So she's moving to Sunnydale," he said to himself, "I go with her." He went back to where he was living and started packing.
Buffy tossed and turned. She dreamt images of an angry, ugly vampire, a quiet town and a man dressed all in black.
THE END