"Diana.Diana." The Slayer stirred a little. What was a pinpoint of white
light became a radiant circle over the spot where she slept. The female
voice was diaphanous and seemed farther away and yet it echoed with urgency
and intent.
"Who is it?" Diana asked sitting up and wiping the sleep from her eyes. The purple splotches on her legs had gone away and her cracked rib bound itself back together.
"Diana." The voice sounded like crystals clanging together under a stream. "Wake up child. There is one who wants to kill you."
Her eyes popped open with knife at the ready warily checking the forest brush.
Willow with Xander in tow moved closer to see where the light was coming from.
"Hey Will? So what's going on?" Xander asked siding up to her to get a better view.
Willow squinted against the blinding light. "This is what the taxi driver was talking about."
"Huh?"
"It's Hecate, she gave the sight to somebody. Seeing the future made him all wonky and now he's going to kill her."
"Child. Listen close." A female figure emanated from the schism between the radiant light and the darkness surrounding it. Her hair was long and black with white interdispersed and her face reverted from an ancient hag to the visage of a youth. "I am Hecate goddess of duality and mother of witches." For a brief second Willow thought that Hecate's words had been pointed at her. "One of my servants has gone mad and now is hunting you down."
"Let him come. I'm not afraid of some man." The Slayer said standing up. The fight a few hours before had left her resolute and sure of her capacities as a Slayer.
"No!" The goddess slammed her foot against the earth and a channel of white slithered into the Slayer's eyes. "See what your foolishness will incur!"
A malady of untold proportions played through her head. She saw her watcher valiantly trying to fight away a pack of vampires. But to no avail and his body was ravaged then turned. Once kind eyes replaced with the reflective surfaces of a soulless demon. The great city of Athens gutted and belied bleeding with the life of its peoples. Women and children festooned like ornaments across rooftops and doorways. Diana watched her history, her culture, burn to the ground.
Tears now blurring her vision Diana begged to know how to stop that future from unfolding. "Oh great Goddess. Please tell me what I have to do."
"Kill him." Hecate held no wavering in her voice.
"But the sight, allows for immortality. I cannot kill immortal beings."
"Yes you can. Take this dagger and plunge it into his body." Hecate rolled her wrist and a black blade appeared on her palm. The moonlight had cast no reflection upon the blade. Its hematite handle was placed within the Slayers quivering hands. " Forged within the fires of Tarsus and cooled within the river Styx. This dagger has the power to kill those gifted with the sight. Be on guard Slayer."
"But wait I have so many questions. How will I find him? What does he look like?"
"He will find you." With that Hecate vanished leaving behind no remnants except for an eerie glow. Diana touched the dagger and went through a few quick motions with it. For a small blade it carried an unusual heft each time she swung it the air sung.
"Brace yourself Xander. The Oracle is taking us to some place else again. I can feel it."
"Oh no." Xander's eyes rolled as he could feel it to. The sudden tug above his abdomen that seemed to pull outwards and towards the left. And all that spinning made him even more nauseas than he was before. 'On second thought, maybe I'll skip asking the Oracle to show me the old West.' They were back in the Slayer's cabin again. What was grass under Xander's knees had melted away to solid dirt floor.
"We're here one week after Hecate warned her." The Oracle's voice was somber and low. "It will happen tonight, he comes for her as we speak."
Diana was sitting across from her Watcher drumming her fingers against the table and looking bored.
"Alright, Diana how many vampires have you slayed tonight?" her genial watcher asked.
With a sigh she replied "Five. They wore rings each with a crest of an arrow through the wings of a bird. Now can we please focus on whoever is trying to come to kill me?"
Trying to be sympathetic, Patreus reached his hand and clasped hers. "Don't worry Diana. When he comes we will be ready for him and you are strong enough to defeat him. You've taken out more demons in the last few days than many of your predecessors have in their lifetimes."
"Yah because they've probably died after a month."
This glib despondent remark unsettled Patreus even more. "Diana, you've been called because you have what it takes to be a great Slayer. You cannot keep going through your days now as if you were gonna die tomorrow, you don't know the future."
A large explosion ripped out the back of the cottage. And from the smoke walked a man hunched over with yellow eyes and filthy skin. His body smelled of rot. "You may not be able to see the future. But I can." The man laughed exposing his black teeth.
"Patreus run!" Diana's watcher had stood up and pressed himself against the wall in order to give ample birth for the two combatants.
The crazed old man lunged forward and Diana stopped him in his tracks by flipping the table into his face. He may be a seer but his power was no match for a Slayer.
"Not bad girl!" he snarled as his body and true vampire face came into view. Not wanting to be distracted by her watcher the vampire completed a roundhouse kick into his chest. Diana watched as her mentor slumped over unconscious.
"Patreus! Vampire I'll enjoy killing you." Those days of slaying where vampires and demons alike had been eliminated with now careful precision and calculation meant nothing now. She was out for vengeance and only blind power and rage was her weapon of choice.
The vampire's speed caught her off guard. He had made a wide sweeping kick towards the outside of Diana's legs causing her to lose her balance and go tumbling to the ground. Not wanting to give up this chance at an unprotected vulnerable Slayer, he began kicking her in the ribs, each blow sending waves of fresh pain into her chest.
* One. Two. Now! * With the third kick Diana had wrenched the vampire's knee out of it's socket, causing the vampire to howl. Still lying flat on her back she twisted her legs around his torso like a pair of scissors and dragged him head first into the ground.
Diana got up and stared down at him. She saw his eyes wild with blood lust. "You came to kill me. And I've been waiting." She leaned over his body with blade at the ready.
The vampire screamed and his hand darted out into her neck. Gouging out an inch of skin and raining hot blood onto his dead body. "Mmmm." He rejoiced and licked his lips. "The blood of the Slayer is delicious. I've dreamt of this moment ever since I was reborn. I saw your blood raining down on me. Foolish girl did you think that you could stop a seer?"
Diana's eyes fluttered as she started to lose consciousness. A Slayer's body healed preternaturally fast but a large gaping wound in the throat was something even her body could not fend off. The world started getting colder and her vision blurred, the pallor of her skin now matching the undead creature underneath her. Through her eyes she saw the vampire lapping up her blood like wine and laughing at her as she struggled to stay alive. She could not let the apocalyptic future come to pass. With her last ounce of strength the Slayer willed the black dagger into the vampire's chest.
"It was a noble effort slayer but as we both know stabbing me in the chest with a blade is not gonna." The vampire couldn't finish his sentence. His face contorted into one of shock and horror as the dagger's blade unleashed a slithering dark that crept into his eyes. Thrashing wildy he tried to stop the onslaught of the mind but it was no use. The dagger's magicks were stronger than the demon that possessed him. With a shower of grave dirt and burning ash he was no more.
"Patreus? Patreus?" The wounded Slayer crawled towards her mentor and laid her head into his lap. Patreus opened his eyes, stirred by the Slayers movement.
"Diana?" he asked? Not noticing that she had been fatally wounded. As his eyes adjusted to the light he saw the stream of blood pouring out of her neck.
"OH NO! Diana! I'm so sorry I couldn't help you."
"It's alright Patreus." Her voice now coming out as shallow breaths. "It's not your fault. Please take this and keep it safe, it's very powerful." Patreus nodded and cradled his protégé in his arms.
"I'm so sorry." Was all he could say as he rocked the Slayer into the great halls of Elysium.
The tragic scene in the cottage blurred back to the Oracle's golden domed sanctum.
"Willow, Xander, both of you must retrieve the dagger. It is imperative that you both keep it out of the First's hands."
"It'll be pretty hard for the First to touch it let alone steal it." Xander quipped wryly.
"The First has servants Xander."
"Yah like those harbinger guys, no problem we can fight them."
"Actually Xander." Accacia chimed in. "Most of the harbingers were killed in the sink hole that was Sunnydale. But the First has sent two vile creatures for this mission."
There was a plethora of vile creatures Xander could think of and some he had dated.
"Who are they?"
"My sister, is one of them." The Oracle said with a drop of sadness in her voice.
Willow looked over her.
"You're sister and who else."
In all of the discussion none of them had noticed a dark figure sleek into the room.
"Me." Everyone's heads snapped towards the female voice with the British accent. Drusilla gave them all a giggle and a wink.
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Hey guys, just wondering if anyone is reading this and if you're enjoying. Cuz if not then awww sadness. Right so please drop me a review tell me what u think. without at least three reviews or maybe two or one. then I just might scrap this story. And move on. So yah. But thanks to all of you who do enjoy my writing. big hug cyah.
"Who is it?" Diana asked sitting up and wiping the sleep from her eyes. The purple splotches on her legs had gone away and her cracked rib bound itself back together.
"Diana." The voice sounded like crystals clanging together under a stream. "Wake up child. There is one who wants to kill you."
Her eyes popped open with knife at the ready warily checking the forest brush.
Willow with Xander in tow moved closer to see where the light was coming from.
"Hey Will? So what's going on?" Xander asked siding up to her to get a better view.
Willow squinted against the blinding light. "This is what the taxi driver was talking about."
"Huh?"
"It's Hecate, she gave the sight to somebody. Seeing the future made him all wonky and now he's going to kill her."
"Child. Listen close." A female figure emanated from the schism between the radiant light and the darkness surrounding it. Her hair was long and black with white interdispersed and her face reverted from an ancient hag to the visage of a youth. "I am Hecate goddess of duality and mother of witches." For a brief second Willow thought that Hecate's words had been pointed at her. "One of my servants has gone mad and now is hunting you down."
"Let him come. I'm not afraid of some man." The Slayer said standing up. The fight a few hours before had left her resolute and sure of her capacities as a Slayer.
"No!" The goddess slammed her foot against the earth and a channel of white slithered into the Slayer's eyes. "See what your foolishness will incur!"
A malady of untold proportions played through her head. She saw her watcher valiantly trying to fight away a pack of vampires. But to no avail and his body was ravaged then turned. Once kind eyes replaced with the reflective surfaces of a soulless demon. The great city of Athens gutted and belied bleeding with the life of its peoples. Women and children festooned like ornaments across rooftops and doorways. Diana watched her history, her culture, burn to the ground.
Tears now blurring her vision Diana begged to know how to stop that future from unfolding. "Oh great Goddess. Please tell me what I have to do."
"Kill him." Hecate held no wavering in her voice.
"But the sight, allows for immortality. I cannot kill immortal beings."
"Yes you can. Take this dagger and plunge it into his body." Hecate rolled her wrist and a black blade appeared on her palm. The moonlight had cast no reflection upon the blade. Its hematite handle was placed within the Slayers quivering hands. " Forged within the fires of Tarsus and cooled within the river Styx. This dagger has the power to kill those gifted with the sight. Be on guard Slayer."
"But wait I have so many questions. How will I find him? What does he look like?"
"He will find you." With that Hecate vanished leaving behind no remnants except for an eerie glow. Diana touched the dagger and went through a few quick motions with it. For a small blade it carried an unusual heft each time she swung it the air sung.
"Brace yourself Xander. The Oracle is taking us to some place else again. I can feel it."
"Oh no." Xander's eyes rolled as he could feel it to. The sudden tug above his abdomen that seemed to pull outwards and towards the left. And all that spinning made him even more nauseas than he was before. 'On second thought, maybe I'll skip asking the Oracle to show me the old West.' They were back in the Slayer's cabin again. What was grass under Xander's knees had melted away to solid dirt floor.
"We're here one week after Hecate warned her." The Oracle's voice was somber and low. "It will happen tonight, he comes for her as we speak."
Diana was sitting across from her Watcher drumming her fingers against the table and looking bored.
"Alright, Diana how many vampires have you slayed tonight?" her genial watcher asked.
With a sigh she replied "Five. They wore rings each with a crest of an arrow through the wings of a bird. Now can we please focus on whoever is trying to come to kill me?"
Trying to be sympathetic, Patreus reached his hand and clasped hers. "Don't worry Diana. When he comes we will be ready for him and you are strong enough to defeat him. You've taken out more demons in the last few days than many of your predecessors have in their lifetimes."
"Yah because they've probably died after a month."
This glib despondent remark unsettled Patreus even more. "Diana, you've been called because you have what it takes to be a great Slayer. You cannot keep going through your days now as if you were gonna die tomorrow, you don't know the future."
A large explosion ripped out the back of the cottage. And from the smoke walked a man hunched over with yellow eyes and filthy skin. His body smelled of rot. "You may not be able to see the future. But I can." The man laughed exposing his black teeth.
"Patreus run!" Diana's watcher had stood up and pressed himself against the wall in order to give ample birth for the two combatants.
The crazed old man lunged forward and Diana stopped him in his tracks by flipping the table into his face. He may be a seer but his power was no match for a Slayer.
"Not bad girl!" he snarled as his body and true vampire face came into view. Not wanting to be distracted by her watcher the vampire completed a roundhouse kick into his chest. Diana watched as her mentor slumped over unconscious.
"Patreus! Vampire I'll enjoy killing you." Those days of slaying where vampires and demons alike had been eliminated with now careful precision and calculation meant nothing now. She was out for vengeance and only blind power and rage was her weapon of choice.
The vampire's speed caught her off guard. He had made a wide sweeping kick towards the outside of Diana's legs causing her to lose her balance and go tumbling to the ground. Not wanting to give up this chance at an unprotected vulnerable Slayer, he began kicking her in the ribs, each blow sending waves of fresh pain into her chest.
* One. Two. Now! * With the third kick Diana had wrenched the vampire's knee out of it's socket, causing the vampire to howl. Still lying flat on her back she twisted her legs around his torso like a pair of scissors and dragged him head first into the ground.
Diana got up and stared down at him. She saw his eyes wild with blood lust. "You came to kill me. And I've been waiting." She leaned over his body with blade at the ready.
The vampire screamed and his hand darted out into her neck. Gouging out an inch of skin and raining hot blood onto his dead body. "Mmmm." He rejoiced and licked his lips. "The blood of the Slayer is delicious. I've dreamt of this moment ever since I was reborn. I saw your blood raining down on me. Foolish girl did you think that you could stop a seer?"
Diana's eyes fluttered as she started to lose consciousness. A Slayer's body healed preternaturally fast but a large gaping wound in the throat was something even her body could not fend off. The world started getting colder and her vision blurred, the pallor of her skin now matching the undead creature underneath her. Through her eyes she saw the vampire lapping up her blood like wine and laughing at her as she struggled to stay alive. She could not let the apocalyptic future come to pass. With her last ounce of strength the Slayer willed the black dagger into the vampire's chest.
"It was a noble effort slayer but as we both know stabbing me in the chest with a blade is not gonna." The vampire couldn't finish his sentence. His face contorted into one of shock and horror as the dagger's blade unleashed a slithering dark that crept into his eyes. Thrashing wildy he tried to stop the onslaught of the mind but it was no use. The dagger's magicks were stronger than the demon that possessed him. With a shower of grave dirt and burning ash he was no more.
"Patreus? Patreus?" The wounded Slayer crawled towards her mentor and laid her head into his lap. Patreus opened his eyes, stirred by the Slayers movement.
"Diana?" he asked? Not noticing that she had been fatally wounded. As his eyes adjusted to the light he saw the stream of blood pouring out of her neck.
"OH NO! Diana! I'm so sorry I couldn't help you."
"It's alright Patreus." Her voice now coming out as shallow breaths. "It's not your fault. Please take this and keep it safe, it's very powerful." Patreus nodded and cradled his protégé in his arms.
"I'm so sorry." Was all he could say as he rocked the Slayer into the great halls of Elysium.
The tragic scene in the cottage blurred back to the Oracle's golden domed sanctum.
"Willow, Xander, both of you must retrieve the dagger. It is imperative that you both keep it out of the First's hands."
"It'll be pretty hard for the First to touch it let alone steal it." Xander quipped wryly.
"The First has servants Xander."
"Yah like those harbinger guys, no problem we can fight them."
"Actually Xander." Accacia chimed in. "Most of the harbingers were killed in the sink hole that was Sunnydale. But the First has sent two vile creatures for this mission."
There was a plethora of vile creatures Xander could think of and some he had dated.
"Who are they?"
"My sister, is one of them." The Oracle said with a drop of sadness in her voice.
Willow looked over her.
"You're sister and who else."
In all of the discussion none of them had noticed a dark figure sleek into the room.
"Me." Everyone's heads snapped towards the female voice with the British accent. Drusilla gave them all a giggle and a wink.
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Hey guys, just wondering if anyone is reading this and if you're enjoying. Cuz if not then awww sadness. Right so please drop me a review tell me what u think. without at least three reviews or maybe two or one. then I just might scrap this story. And move on. So yah. But thanks to all of you who do enjoy my writing. big hug cyah.