Chapter Eight- The Lantern Swings At Midnight
I returned to Shandi's home yet again after my conflict with that disagreeable creature Spike. She sat there, her black raven wings at rest behind the sofa. So beautiful she looked as she smiled welcomingly to me.
I unsheathed the Reaver and sat next to her. "Shandi?"
"Yes?" she answered softly from the novel she was reading.
"How did you know where to find me, that day when those 'vampires' attacked you?"
She turned those angelic golden eyes toward mine and simply said. "Email."
"Email?"
"Though no one knows where the Seer is, she sends her prophecies over the net. However, they come in code, one might be a long rambling story of a trip to an amusement park, but every five or so words gives us our prophecy."
"Sounds like a time consuming way to send information."
"It is, it took me four hours to decode the email that told me who and where to find you."
I sat there a moment, my hand on her smooth bare knee. "I see. And the God Slayers are?"
"It's not known, they never appear in the same form twice, but the most reliable description comes from one of our kind, a woman named Kara, she watched a dead man stand and walk his eyes burning with green fire."
I looked into those noble eyes of hers and noted a hint of sorrow. "What happened to her?"
"She was murdered by a vampire slayer, the damnable hit women of the God Slayers. Always when a being runs contrary to the plans of a God Slayer it turns up dead, murdered by the hand of a vampire slayer."
"Those girls that attacked me claimed to be vampire slayers."
"Yes... There was a time when only one was called, but recently a witch named Willow cast a terrible spell turning every petenial vampire slayer into a vampire slayer. Now their numbers are in the millions, a gullible army to be used at the God Slayer's whim."
"Then we need an army of our own, an army of our kind. Send an email to your fellows tell them to meet us in the castle below the surface where the Mountain King dwelt, and to bring any humans they can. There is war to be waged."
"And what will you do?" she questioned as I stood quickly taking the Reaver in my hands and sheathing it at my back.
"A king needs his champion." And I disappeared that glorious Book of Life in my hands.
(A month earlier)
A shattering crash of a vase against a wall humbled the volume of the TV startling Dawn from her trancelike state. From another room a heated argument grew more so.
"You let Kain live?" Dawn had never heard Giles so angry, not in her whole life had she known him to yell with such contempt and hate in his voice.
"I didn't let him do anything, he cut through us like a knife through fucking butter!"
"I apparently thought too highly of you, Buffy. It seemed I naively placed my faith in a Slayer when I should have dealt with him myself."
"You've got to be kidding me, if I couldn't do it then you haven't a chance in hell."
Dawn's heart dropped and her bones chilled as she listened from the next room. "Is that so, then let me show you?"
"What are you doing?" and then nothing...
(The present)
I stood listening from the closed door of Angel's office. I chuckled at how easy it was to convince his servant to share his time- how gracious of her.
"And that's when I found Buffy, her heart torn from her chest." How interesting, the vampire slayer I had fought was dead, and this girl's voice was choked with tears and hate. I wondered how I would be blamed for this murder.
"Giles did it? Damn it, DAMN IT!" They turned quickly as the door flew in pieces a crossed the room like a broken gig saw puzzle.
"Kain!"
"I require your assistance."
"I have no time to deal with you." The fool thought wrong.
Well, kids there you go which champion should he raise? Here are your choices Melchiah, Zephon, Rahab, Dumah, Turel, Raziel, and finally Magnus. Which would you guys like to see in the story? Or should I resurrect them all in their non-mutated vampire forms? You tell me!
I returned to Shandi's home yet again after my conflict with that disagreeable creature Spike. She sat there, her black raven wings at rest behind the sofa. So beautiful she looked as she smiled welcomingly to me.
I unsheathed the Reaver and sat next to her. "Shandi?"
"Yes?" she answered softly from the novel she was reading.
"How did you know where to find me, that day when those 'vampires' attacked you?"
She turned those angelic golden eyes toward mine and simply said. "Email."
"Email?"
"Though no one knows where the Seer is, she sends her prophecies over the net. However, they come in code, one might be a long rambling story of a trip to an amusement park, but every five or so words gives us our prophecy."
"Sounds like a time consuming way to send information."
"It is, it took me four hours to decode the email that told me who and where to find you."
I sat there a moment, my hand on her smooth bare knee. "I see. And the God Slayers are?"
"It's not known, they never appear in the same form twice, but the most reliable description comes from one of our kind, a woman named Kara, she watched a dead man stand and walk his eyes burning with green fire."
I looked into those noble eyes of hers and noted a hint of sorrow. "What happened to her?"
"She was murdered by a vampire slayer, the damnable hit women of the God Slayers. Always when a being runs contrary to the plans of a God Slayer it turns up dead, murdered by the hand of a vampire slayer."
"Those girls that attacked me claimed to be vampire slayers."
"Yes... There was a time when only one was called, but recently a witch named Willow cast a terrible spell turning every petenial vampire slayer into a vampire slayer. Now their numbers are in the millions, a gullible army to be used at the God Slayer's whim."
"Then we need an army of our own, an army of our kind. Send an email to your fellows tell them to meet us in the castle below the surface where the Mountain King dwelt, and to bring any humans they can. There is war to be waged."
"And what will you do?" she questioned as I stood quickly taking the Reaver in my hands and sheathing it at my back.
"A king needs his champion." And I disappeared that glorious Book of Life in my hands.
(A month earlier)
A shattering crash of a vase against a wall humbled the volume of the TV startling Dawn from her trancelike state. From another room a heated argument grew more so.
"You let Kain live?" Dawn had never heard Giles so angry, not in her whole life had she known him to yell with such contempt and hate in his voice.
"I didn't let him do anything, he cut through us like a knife through fucking butter!"
"I apparently thought too highly of you, Buffy. It seemed I naively placed my faith in a Slayer when I should have dealt with him myself."
"You've got to be kidding me, if I couldn't do it then you haven't a chance in hell."
Dawn's heart dropped and her bones chilled as she listened from the next room. "Is that so, then let me show you?"
"What are you doing?" and then nothing...
(The present)
I stood listening from the closed door of Angel's office. I chuckled at how easy it was to convince his servant to share his time- how gracious of her.
"And that's when I found Buffy, her heart torn from her chest." How interesting, the vampire slayer I had fought was dead, and this girl's voice was choked with tears and hate. I wondered how I would be blamed for this murder.
"Giles did it? Damn it, DAMN IT!" They turned quickly as the door flew in pieces a crossed the room like a broken gig saw puzzle.
"Kain!"
"I require your assistance."
"I have no time to deal with you." The fool thought wrong.
Well, kids there you go which champion should he raise? Here are your choices Melchiah, Zephon, Rahab, Dumah, Turel, Raziel, and finally Magnus. Which would you guys like to see in the story? Or should I resurrect them all in their non-mutated vampire forms? You tell me!