It is late at night. Altocumulus clouds spuraticly covered the night sky. The moonlight periodically shun through.
Two scantly clad young women ran through a cemetery. Both giggling and clearly inebriated. the attacker gave chase.
One of them stops at an open grave. No coffin was in it and neither did it bare a tombstone.
"Look at this!" she says.
Both the sttacker and the other female stop and look.
The second girl replies, "What are we seeing at?" she giggles again at her improper speech.
"Oh, oh, see it? This must be for one of these killed peoploe!"
"You don't think he'd be out there somewhere?" says the second girl.
"Such speculation would be more than precise," comments the attacker.
The second girl, in a red dress which glimmered in the moonlight, raps her arms around the attacker and moves in closer as almost to kiss him.
"You're not that nasty killer guy are you?"
"Heaven forefend," he sasy in a somber voice.
"Forefend, speculation. I love this guy. Yoiu talk so smart," she kisses him.
Both girls sit on the grass whispering to each other and luaghing.
The attacker doff's a slim backpack and places in on the ground. He unzips it and pulls out two newspaper wrapped cahmpagne glasses. Also unrolling a bottle of champagne from bubble wrap. He thumbs the cork up on the bottle until it pops. As he is about to drug the champagne with a more than normally used dose of morphine, he sees one of the girls pulls out some drugs.
He shrugs and wisks off one of hos now pointless responsibilities and says, "what are you holding?"
"LSD. Gimmie!" the first girl reaches for a champagne glass. He lets her have it and she spills it as she pulls it to her. He hands the red adorned girl her glass. the first laces her drink and laces the others. she offers the attacker some.
"No thank you."
They drink and drink as he pulls out his dagger and cleanses it's sharpe, ruff, double edged blade.
The two girls begin touching each other; strocking one another's legs.
He looks over with displeasure on his face. The two girls kiss and fondle each other. One falls down onto her back and the other sits by her and leans in to kiss again. She stops to look up and give the attacker a come hither glance, then continues to make out with her friend.
The girl laying down pushes away and asks for her champagne. the other girl points and then walks on all fours to him.
He pulls out a screw caped bottle of holy water and speaks.
"Rampant is the promiscuity. Those of underservance and of unclean being have befouled this world. You whore thyself in glottuny all in the name of pleasure. You whore!"
"Hey! Don't call me a whore you asshole!" the first girl angrily shouts.
She is now hellucinating and the moon's rays appear to shine down in visable rays as he moves in closer. He splashes the holy water into her eyes. she yells and shakes her hand.
"Your eyes are not privilaged to bare testimate of this sight. You are a plague upon this land. Look upon me! For I am your deliverance!" he strikes forward with the dagger. Her arms block his aim and the dagger jams into her belly. She screams barely, uttering more of a laughing cry of pain. she closes her eyes and backwards her head tilts.
The girl in the red dress stops drinking to look on in horror.
He strikes again, plunging it into her chest. He draws out the blade and uses the blood to paint the symbol on her head.
"No!" the watching friend calls out. She stumbles up and tries to run. the world seems to sway to her and she stops. He runs up from behind and grabs her.
"Let go!"
He spins her around, "Don't fear it! you are about to be transcended to a plane of higher being. You give therein to amend my presance. I become! I shall arrive reborn by thy charitable giving. I am the bringer, I am the cleanser, I am your deliverance!" he thrusts the blade into her chest. He pours the water over her head. It trickles down in stray lines from her hair on her face. Her mascara runs fomr hear tears, giving the appearance of crying black.
"You do not cease top be. Journey into your new state of being. It is not death, but life. Relinquish all apprehension. Give yourself to my purpose, my change."
She falls down by the grave and rolls in. He picks up after himself and puts the backpack back on. Blending with the rest of his black cloths into the dark.
"You are transgressing as I am forthcoming. Let there not be tears, but recognition of my deed. Weap not for yourselves, but for the impure. I shall purge this land and my purifying will run red across the land. Share with me..."
"Just hold it right there son," Kamen points his firearm at the attacker.
"My child, fear not - for I am your deliverance. You are unclean. Let me purge you of all misgivings."
"Mayor, you get that load?" he speaks into a cellular phone with his free hand. "Yeah ... yeah. I most certainly don't agree with you, but I will obey your wishes. Son, you move them legs again and you'll lose one. On behalf of the Mayor of Sunnydale, how would you like to serve him?"
"I am my own. You will witness a profound change," he utters in a lowe voice with a hint of determination.
"Tell him what? As you wish. son, you know of the Ascnesion?"
"Lohesh achieved Ascension and all there went silent. He is a stain uopn society. I shall contact people who will impede your Ascension."
"You'll do no such thing," he speaks of his own words, "your prints were pulled from dried blood on some victims foreheads. I had the damndest time identifying you. turns out the station that held you driminal records burnt to the ground. You probably thought that was real clever. And, well I'll be - you lived in the same town at the same time frame. Now you didin't go burning down that police station did you boy? Cause I believe you did, but you know what? I found your file on a backup floppy disk. One's that were not sent to the state juvinile hall. Markus Langtrum right?"
The killer says nothing.
"Oh, byt the way, drop the knife boy ... yeah ... I got you. thanks again Mister Mayor. The Mayor says to tell ya, you have three days to make up your mind and join him, or I get my way. And my way involves killing you slowly. He also asks that you not kill anyone else. three days boy. you know where City Hall is. Now, I got to go call this in, give you a fair chance to get the hell away from here. I really hope you choose not to. I'm itching to pump you full of 44s," he walks off.
The attacker's adrenilon races and anger builds in him until his face turns red. He turns around.
Two slimey white Chamillas are standing in front of him.
Kamen walks back. the attacker is gone. The body that was in the shallow grave had been moved and now rest neat her friend.
He examies them.
"You son of a bitch. You couldn't help your stupid self," he lets his hand off one of the girl's head. It falls back limp.
"Wake up honey. Come on, their waiting."
"Mom?" she wakes up. Her head hurt and things still looked fuzzy.
"Hurry up," says Joyce.
"Waht? Did something happen?" she sits up.
The clock read 10:13. the sun was still an orange. She pulled the covers off and went downstairs to see what her mother was doing.
She walks into the kitchen after having checked the Living Room and there stood Giles, Wesley, Oz, Willow and Xander. Both Willow and Xander had plates of food in thei hands.
"My birthday's nest month. Waht gives you guys?"
"It's Tuesday!" exclaimes Willow.
"Yeah? And yesterday was Monday. So?" says Buffy.
"It's Passover. Jewish people havfe holidays too."
"Yeah, didn't you wonder why you weren't in school today Buff?" says Xander.
"I thought it was one of those regualr off days."
"Nope, just Passover," replies Willow.
"Isn't Passover on Thursday? The 22nd?"
"Yeah, but I wanted to spend it with you guys. My mom won't let me go Thursday. It's the one day of the year she pays attention to me."
"Now that that's all settled, can we please sit down?" asks Giles.
Wesley gets up to get a drink.
"Miss Summers, if you could kindly tell me where the drinking glasses are located?"
"No, sit. I'll get it. What do you want?" asks Joyce.
"Ah, coffee."
"Geez Will, what's with all the food?" asks Buffy.
"I won't even dignify that with a response."
"You just did," says Xander.
"Passover is when Jewish people eat a lot and get fat to celebrate when god killed someone's kid. Wouldn't all that eating be glutteny? I don't exactly agree with all the details," says Oz.
"Thanks Oz, I think," says Buffy.
"I like any holiday that involes free food and is tasty. Someone please pass me a cupcake?" says Xander.
Wesley pulls one out and hands it to Xander.
About twenty minutes later Giles wipes his mouth with a napkin, takes off a lap cloth and says, "Willow, if I could see you for one moment. Buffy?"
"Don't get up. We'll be right back. Eat, eat, eat," says Willow.
"They leave to the Living Room.
"Oh, this Cheese Cake is extrodianry. Who did this?"
"All my doing. than kyou Pryce," says Joyce.
"While I hate to spoil such an meal, today ios smoewhat colored by are findings. Wesley recieved a call from the Watcher's Council on the Chamillas."
"So, what's the word?" asks Buffy.
"That's just it. there is no word. they cannot find any book, or text pertaining to the details of this act. Which in of itself is a contridiction. For a ritual that has no instructions, someone us awfulally keen on it's exact details. It could be dangerous, but I am afraid Willow bares even worse news."
Willow turns her look from Giles to Buffy. She twiddles her fingers.
"Two more people were found dead this morning, but that's the good nbews."
"Let it out."
"Buffy, you wore the same shoes. Your shoe prints were found at two of the homicide locations. They loaded the report last night. that makes you the only suspect."
"But in of itsefl is just hearsay. there were no witnesses. Lord knows, there are plenty of girls your age that shop where you do. they need more evidence."
"That's it. No more. Giles, I'm going patrolling tonight. This killer only has so many locations to pick from now."
"We'll come with," says Willow.
"I just may need you to. All of you. Giles, even you."
"Even Cordelia?" asks Willow.
"She's not envited. I say we go back to eating. How about?" says Buffy.
"Sounds good to me. Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears."
"Lets," says Giles. He heads back to the kitchen.
"Oh Buffy, I forgot. there was also the strangest thing. Not all the autopsy photos were posted. They were all like looking at the right. Can't see the left sde of their body thing. I think I need to go eat something before I can't," says Willow.
"Happy Passover Willow," says Buffy.
"Thank you. You too," she enters as well.
Buffy stands at the entrance with the wall covering half her face. she watches everyone eat.
Willow and Xander start a food fight. someone throws a piece at Wesley. He jumps, startled.
Two scantly clad young women ran through a cemetery. Both giggling and clearly inebriated. the attacker gave chase.
One of them stops at an open grave. No coffin was in it and neither did it bare a tombstone.
"Look at this!" she says.
Both the sttacker and the other female stop and look.
The second girl replies, "What are we seeing at?" she giggles again at her improper speech.
"Oh, oh, see it? This must be for one of these killed peoploe!"
"You don't think he'd be out there somewhere?" says the second girl.
"Such speculation would be more than precise," comments the attacker.
The second girl, in a red dress which glimmered in the moonlight, raps her arms around the attacker and moves in closer as almost to kiss him.
"You're not that nasty killer guy are you?"
"Heaven forefend," he sasy in a somber voice.
"Forefend, speculation. I love this guy. Yoiu talk so smart," she kisses him.
Both girls sit on the grass whispering to each other and luaghing.
The attacker doff's a slim backpack and places in on the ground. He unzips it and pulls out two newspaper wrapped cahmpagne glasses. Also unrolling a bottle of champagne from bubble wrap. He thumbs the cork up on the bottle until it pops. As he is about to drug the champagne with a more than normally used dose of morphine, he sees one of the girls pulls out some drugs.
He shrugs and wisks off one of hos now pointless responsibilities and says, "what are you holding?"
"LSD. Gimmie!" the first girl reaches for a champagne glass. He lets her have it and she spills it as she pulls it to her. He hands the red adorned girl her glass. the first laces her drink and laces the others. she offers the attacker some.
"No thank you."
They drink and drink as he pulls out his dagger and cleanses it's sharpe, ruff, double edged blade.
The two girls begin touching each other; strocking one another's legs.
He looks over with displeasure on his face. The two girls kiss and fondle each other. One falls down onto her back and the other sits by her and leans in to kiss again. She stops to look up and give the attacker a come hither glance, then continues to make out with her friend.
The girl laying down pushes away and asks for her champagne. the other girl points and then walks on all fours to him.
He pulls out a screw caped bottle of holy water and speaks.
"Rampant is the promiscuity. Those of underservance and of unclean being have befouled this world. You whore thyself in glottuny all in the name of pleasure. You whore!"
"Hey! Don't call me a whore you asshole!" the first girl angrily shouts.
She is now hellucinating and the moon's rays appear to shine down in visable rays as he moves in closer. He splashes the holy water into her eyes. she yells and shakes her hand.
"Your eyes are not privilaged to bare testimate of this sight. You are a plague upon this land. Look upon me! For I am your deliverance!" he strikes forward with the dagger. Her arms block his aim and the dagger jams into her belly. She screams barely, uttering more of a laughing cry of pain. she closes her eyes and backwards her head tilts.
The girl in the red dress stops drinking to look on in horror.
He strikes again, plunging it into her chest. He draws out the blade and uses the blood to paint the symbol on her head.
"No!" the watching friend calls out. She stumbles up and tries to run. the world seems to sway to her and she stops. He runs up from behind and grabs her.
"Let go!"
He spins her around, "Don't fear it! you are about to be transcended to a plane of higher being. You give therein to amend my presance. I become! I shall arrive reborn by thy charitable giving. I am the bringer, I am the cleanser, I am your deliverance!" he thrusts the blade into her chest. He pours the water over her head. It trickles down in stray lines from her hair on her face. Her mascara runs fomr hear tears, giving the appearance of crying black.
"You do not cease top be. Journey into your new state of being. It is not death, but life. Relinquish all apprehension. Give yourself to my purpose, my change."
She falls down by the grave and rolls in. He picks up after himself and puts the backpack back on. Blending with the rest of his black cloths into the dark.
"You are transgressing as I am forthcoming. Let there not be tears, but recognition of my deed. Weap not for yourselves, but for the impure. I shall purge this land and my purifying will run red across the land. Share with me..."
"Just hold it right there son," Kamen points his firearm at the attacker.
"My child, fear not - for I am your deliverance. You are unclean. Let me purge you of all misgivings."
"Mayor, you get that load?" he speaks into a cellular phone with his free hand. "Yeah ... yeah. I most certainly don't agree with you, but I will obey your wishes. Son, you move them legs again and you'll lose one. On behalf of the Mayor of Sunnydale, how would you like to serve him?"
"I am my own. You will witness a profound change," he utters in a lowe voice with a hint of determination.
"Tell him what? As you wish. son, you know of the Ascnesion?"
"Lohesh achieved Ascension and all there went silent. He is a stain uopn society. I shall contact people who will impede your Ascension."
"You'll do no such thing," he speaks of his own words, "your prints were pulled from dried blood on some victims foreheads. I had the damndest time identifying you. turns out the station that held you driminal records burnt to the ground. You probably thought that was real clever. And, well I'll be - you lived in the same town at the same time frame. Now you didin't go burning down that police station did you boy? Cause I believe you did, but you know what? I found your file on a backup floppy disk. One's that were not sent to the state juvinile hall. Markus Langtrum right?"
The killer says nothing.
"Oh, byt the way, drop the knife boy ... yeah ... I got you. thanks again Mister Mayor. The Mayor says to tell ya, you have three days to make up your mind and join him, or I get my way. And my way involves killing you slowly. He also asks that you not kill anyone else. three days boy. you know where City Hall is. Now, I got to go call this in, give you a fair chance to get the hell away from here. I really hope you choose not to. I'm itching to pump you full of 44s," he walks off.
The attacker's adrenilon races and anger builds in him until his face turns red. He turns around.
Two slimey white Chamillas are standing in front of him.
Kamen walks back. the attacker is gone. The body that was in the shallow grave had been moved and now rest neat her friend.
He examies them.
"You son of a bitch. You couldn't help your stupid self," he lets his hand off one of the girl's head. It falls back limp.
"Wake up honey. Come on, their waiting."
"Mom?" she wakes up. Her head hurt and things still looked fuzzy.
"Hurry up," says Joyce.
"Waht? Did something happen?" she sits up.
The clock read 10:13. the sun was still an orange. She pulled the covers off and went downstairs to see what her mother was doing.
She walks into the kitchen after having checked the Living Room and there stood Giles, Wesley, Oz, Willow and Xander. Both Willow and Xander had plates of food in thei hands.
"My birthday's nest month. Waht gives you guys?"
"It's Tuesday!" exclaimes Willow.
"Yeah? And yesterday was Monday. So?" says Buffy.
"It's Passover. Jewish people havfe holidays too."
"Yeah, didn't you wonder why you weren't in school today Buff?" says Xander.
"I thought it was one of those regualr off days."
"Nope, just Passover," replies Willow.
"Isn't Passover on Thursday? The 22nd?"
"Yeah, but I wanted to spend it with you guys. My mom won't let me go Thursday. It's the one day of the year she pays attention to me."
"Now that that's all settled, can we please sit down?" asks Giles.
Wesley gets up to get a drink.
"Miss Summers, if you could kindly tell me where the drinking glasses are located?"
"No, sit. I'll get it. What do you want?" asks Joyce.
"Ah, coffee."
"Geez Will, what's with all the food?" asks Buffy.
"I won't even dignify that with a response."
"You just did," says Xander.
"Passover is when Jewish people eat a lot and get fat to celebrate when god killed someone's kid. Wouldn't all that eating be glutteny? I don't exactly agree with all the details," says Oz.
"Thanks Oz, I think," says Buffy.
"I like any holiday that involes free food and is tasty. Someone please pass me a cupcake?" says Xander.
Wesley pulls one out and hands it to Xander.
About twenty minutes later Giles wipes his mouth with a napkin, takes off a lap cloth and says, "Willow, if I could see you for one moment. Buffy?"
"Don't get up. We'll be right back. Eat, eat, eat," says Willow.
"They leave to the Living Room.
"Oh, this Cheese Cake is extrodianry. Who did this?"
"All my doing. than kyou Pryce," says Joyce.
"While I hate to spoil such an meal, today ios smoewhat colored by are findings. Wesley recieved a call from the Watcher's Council on the Chamillas."
"So, what's the word?" asks Buffy.
"That's just it. there is no word. they cannot find any book, or text pertaining to the details of this act. Which in of itself is a contridiction. For a ritual that has no instructions, someone us awfulally keen on it's exact details. It could be dangerous, but I am afraid Willow bares even worse news."
Willow turns her look from Giles to Buffy. She twiddles her fingers.
"Two more people were found dead this morning, but that's the good nbews."
"Let it out."
"Buffy, you wore the same shoes. Your shoe prints were found at two of the homicide locations. They loaded the report last night. that makes you the only suspect."
"But in of itsefl is just hearsay. there were no witnesses. Lord knows, there are plenty of girls your age that shop where you do. they need more evidence."
"That's it. No more. Giles, I'm going patrolling tonight. This killer only has so many locations to pick from now."
"We'll come with," says Willow.
"I just may need you to. All of you. Giles, even you."
"Even Cordelia?" asks Willow.
"She's not envited. I say we go back to eating. How about?" says Buffy.
"Sounds good to me. Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears."
"Lets," says Giles. He heads back to the kitchen.
"Oh Buffy, I forgot. there was also the strangest thing. Not all the autopsy photos were posted. They were all like looking at the right. Can't see the left sde of their body thing. I think I need to go eat something before I can't," says Willow.
"Happy Passover Willow," says Buffy.
"Thank you. You too," she enters as well.
Buffy stands at the entrance with the wall covering half her face. she watches everyone eat.
Willow and Xander start a food fight. someone throws a piece at Wesley. He jumps, startled.