--I Own Nothing...except my cloths...and my house...and...etc...
It all belongs to Joss and the BBC--
Chapter One: Unpleasant Revelations
The moon peaked from behind the clouds and gazed briefly at the graveyard. It was nothing special, just one of a dozen or more spread throughout the town. Wait a moment...is that...no, it couldn't be. It is! A creature tearing at the ground and rising from its grave. Andy Stone, RIP no more. A fledgling vampire, newborn into the world has a certain amount of strength and arrogance. They have not yet learned respect for their betters. They should hope that it is their sire who teaches them that lesson. Unfortunately for Andy, his teacher was one Buffy Summers: former cheerleader, Homecoming Queen, and oh yea Vampire Slayer. Andy threw a punch but she blocked it and delivered two spinning kicks sending him to the ground. She pulled the stake out and rendered Andy into dust. Buffy sighed.
"Now I have dust all over my shirt..." Buffy walked off humming then stopped and looked around. Nothing. "I know you're here..." Nothing. "Fine." She strode off purposefully. In the shadows the Master stirred but a hand held him back. Angel slipped by quietly shadowing the Slayer.
Darla released her grip and the Master rose to his feet.
"Look at him," Darla said, disgusted. "Trailing after her like a faithful dog."
"Who is he to incur such a tone?"
"Angelus, my childe, the scourge of Europe."
"Indeed?"
"The most vile creature ever born, now house broken." The Master bent down to study the dust, there was no indication that he was listening. His face was hidden by the mask. "He has a soul!" The disgust was palpable. The Master chuckled.
"A soul?...I have found such things to be over rated. I too have a soul and it has yet to stop me..."
"Well it stopped him. He's become the champion of the people, help the helpless..." The Master looked where Angel had gone.
"He seems to be more concerned with stalking high school girls. Need I add that that is not usually a sign of good intentions."
"He was protecting her..." The Master turned to Darla.
"And it seems to me that you are spending an inordinate amount of time defending him." He lifted her head up and peered into her eyes. "That is a weakness, my dear. You favor him. See that it does not get you killed..."
"I don't favor him!" She vamped out in anger but the Master merely put a gloved finger to her lips.
"Temper, temper...anyway that is enough about your wayward childe. She fought well. Better than I was given to believe..." Darla cried out in pain. The implant worked surprisingly well, sending pain shooting throughout her body. It was one of the Master's more effective tools. "Perhaps, my dear, you would like to explain your error?" The pain subsided.
"That was a fledgling, a weak vampire not yet full grown. Even a mere human could have staked him. This Slayer would not last against a experienced opponent...."
"Are you, per chance, volunteering?" Darla smiled like a little girl who just got her favorite doll.
"Oh please, would you let me kill her? Please, please, please..."
"Darla!" She stopped. "You sound unusually like a belligerent teenager, always whining. No I will not let you kill her. You have been a naughty girl and I am not in the habit of rewarding incompetence." Darla snarled but the Master was already leaving. He made his way out weaving between the tombstones with catlike grace. Suddenly a light bulb flicked to life in Darla's head.
"Wait!" she cried, an idea already taking shape. "Wait," the Master turned. "I have a plan."
The light was still on in the Summers household when Buffy arrived. Joyce had waited up. Buffy glanced at her watch. 12:45. Oh sh...
"Buffy..." She didn't turn. "Oh look it's my friendly neighborhood stalker. So," she turned. "What's the what? No let me guess: 'You're in grave danger.' Gee Thanks! Got to go, see you next month." She turned and bounded up the steps.
"Wait," cried Angel. "You're in grave..." he trailed off. "Look something big is happening."
"That's your second favorite catch phrase. Thank you but I already know about the Master so..."
"The Master is dead!"
"You can just go off and...what?" Buffy stared at Angel in shock. Her mother chose that moment to open the door...
Giles cleaned is glasses. Again. It was the third time in as many minutes.
"You're sure he's dead?"
"That's what Angel said..."
"But the Master was the greatest of his kind, the oldest and most powerful vampire. What could have possibly killed him?"
"Angel didn't know. At least I don't think he did. Mom opened the door and was giving me a look."
"Ouch," said Willow. "She must have been mad."
"It was a quarter to one in the morning and I was standing in the street alone with a guy."
"Double ouch!!"
"Could we please return to more important matters..."
"This is important, Giles! I'm grounded!" Xander bounded into the library.
"What did I miss?" He asked.
"I'm grounded!" Said Buffy.
"You're grounded? What happened?"
"I was caught alone with Angel."
"Oh...Oh!" Xander did a double take. "When you say alone, do you mean alone?"
"That is enough!" Giles said. "Could we please return to the topic at hand?"
"Um...what is the topic at hand?"
"The Master is dead, Xander." Said Willow.
"Right ok...so what's the problem? Isn't that a good thing?"
"Giles is worried about whatever killed him. He/she/it would have to be extremely powerful and we know nothing about it."
"Bloody right I am. When you see Angel again, ask him what killed the Master." Buffy nodded.
"Now," said Xander. "Back to my question..."
The Vampires stood at attention. Two dozen of them, all lined up in a military fashion. Before them stood the Master, his mask glinting in the torchlight. At his side stood Darla. "In your hands." He said. "You hold the key to my ascension. With the scanners I have given you, you shall find the Hellmouth. I need to know its exact location. Whoever finds that will receive a great reward. That vampire shall be given this world to rule as you see fit. It would amuse me to see the Earth controlled by someone with your kind's...appetite." He paused for a moment. "Now would be a good time." The vampires sprang into action. Darla waited until they were all gone before demanding: "You said you would give the world to me." "I will." "But you just..." "Darla, my dear, would it surprise you to learn that not only am I a villain but I am also a pathological liar? The world is yours, once I have what I came for." "If you're such a liar, why should I believe you?" "Blind faith..."
It was night again. Buffy was in the graveyard, again. Angel was following her, again. "I know you're there," said Buffy. Angel stepped into the light. "We need to talk." "No kidding. We have to stop seeing each other only in the dead of night." "But he can only see you in the dead of night when all dead are walking," Darla emerged from the shadows. "Isn't that right darling?" "Darla!" Angel wasn't pleased. "Angel, it's been a lifetime...or two. Whatcha been doing?" She glanced at Buffy. "What collage do you go to?" Buffy reached slowly for her stake. Something seemed wrong. "I'm in High School." "Yes, of course you are. Angel, you're robbing the cradle, you naughty boy. You should know better. Babies always have such sour blood, and they scream so loudly when you bite them. Some are too young to even be afraid and where's the fun in that? After all like you said: 'fear is part of the attraction'." Darla laughed. "Angel, what's going on? Who is she?" "Get out of here! Run Buffy!" "Ah the night in shining armor." muttered Darla. "I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what is going on." Buffy crossed her arms and gave the panted Summers glare. "I agree," said Darla. "She has a right to know, everything." Darla smirked. "You keep out of this," Angel snarled. "No this involves me too. I deserve to know why you trail after the Slayer like a lost puppy. Have you no pride Angelus? Have you no sense of decency?" "Angel..." Buffy warned. "Go on," Darla urged. "Maybe she'll understand." "Buffy...I'm, well you see...I'm a...a..." Darla chuckled. "Here, let me make this easier." She pulled on a pair of gloves and removed a cross from her pocket. "Here, catch..." She tossed it and Angel caught it reflexively. It sizzled and he dropped it immediately. It was only when he saw the look of horror on Buffy's face that he realized: he had vamped out...
Coming Soon: The Master finds a Hellmouth of his very own Darla is a pain in the neck
It all belongs to Joss and the BBC--
Chapter One: Unpleasant Revelations
The moon peaked from behind the clouds and gazed briefly at the graveyard. It was nothing special, just one of a dozen or more spread throughout the town. Wait a moment...is that...no, it couldn't be. It is! A creature tearing at the ground and rising from its grave. Andy Stone, RIP no more. A fledgling vampire, newborn into the world has a certain amount of strength and arrogance. They have not yet learned respect for their betters. They should hope that it is their sire who teaches them that lesson. Unfortunately for Andy, his teacher was one Buffy Summers: former cheerleader, Homecoming Queen, and oh yea Vampire Slayer. Andy threw a punch but she blocked it and delivered two spinning kicks sending him to the ground. She pulled the stake out and rendered Andy into dust. Buffy sighed.
"Now I have dust all over my shirt..." Buffy walked off humming then stopped and looked around. Nothing. "I know you're here..." Nothing. "Fine." She strode off purposefully. In the shadows the Master stirred but a hand held him back. Angel slipped by quietly shadowing the Slayer.
Darla released her grip and the Master rose to his feet.
"Look at him," Darla said, disgusted. "Trailing after her like a faithful dog."
"Who is he to incur such a tone?"
"Angelus, my childe, the scourge of Europe."
"Indeed?"
"The most vile creature ever born, now house broken." The Master bent down to study the dust, there was no indication that he was listening. His face was hidden by the mask. "He has a soul!" The disgust was palpable. The Master chuckled.
"A soul?...I have found such things to be over rated. I too have a soul and it has yet to stop me..."
"Well it stopped him. He's become the champion of the people, help the helpless..." The Master looked where Angel had gone.
"He seems to be more concerned with stalking high school girls. Need I add that that is not usually a sign of good intentions."
"He was protecting her..." The Master turned to Darla.
"And it seems to me that you are spending an inordinate amount of time defending him." He lifted her head up and peered into her eyes. "That is a weakness, my dear. You favor him. See that it does not get you killed..."
"I don't favor him!" She vamped out in anger but the Master merely put a gloved finger to her lips.
"Temper, temper...anyway that is enough about your wayward childe. She fought well. Better than I was given to believe..." Darla cried out in pain. The implant worked surprisingly well, sending pain shooting throughout her body. It was one of the Master's more effective tools. "Perhaps, my dear, you would like to explain your error?" The pain subsided.
"That was a fledgling, a weak vampire not yet full grown. Even a mere human could have staked him. This Slayer would not last against a experienced opponent...."
"Are you, per chance, volunteering?" Darla smiled like a little girl who just got her favorite doll.
"Oh please, would you let me kill her? Please, please, please..."
"Darla!" She stopped. "You sound unusually like a belligerent teenager, always whining. No I will not let you kill her. You have been a naughty girl and I am not in the habit of rewarding incompetence." Darla snarled but the Master was already leaving. He made his way out weaving between the tombstones with catlike grace. Suddenly a light bulb flicked to life in Darla's head.
"Wait!" she cried, an idea already taking shape. "Wait," the Master turned. "I have a plan."
The light was still on in the Summers household when Buffy arrived. Joyce had waited up. Buffy glanced at her watch. 12:45. Oh sh...
"Buffy..." She didn't turn. "Oh look it's my friendly neighborhood stalker. So," she turned. "What's the what? No let me guess: 'You're in grave danger.' Gee Thanks! Got to go, see you next month." She turned and bounded up the steps.
"Wait," cried Angel. "You're in grave..." he trailed off. "Look something big is happening."
"That's your second favorite catch phrase. Thank you but I already know about the Master so..."
"The Master is dead!"
"You can just go off and...what?" Buffy stared at Angel in shock. Her mother chose that moment to open the door...
Giles cleaned is glasses. Again. It was the third time in as many minutes.
"You're sure he's dead?"
"That's what Angel said..."
"But the Master was the greatest of his kind, the oldest and most powerful vampire. What could have possibly killed him?"
"Angel didn't know. At least I don't think he did. Mom opened the door and was giving me a look."
"Ouch," said Willow. "She must have been mad."
"It was a quarter to one in the morning and I was standing in the street alone with a guy."
"Double ouch!!"
"Could we please return to more important matters..."
"This is important, Giles! I'm grounded!" Xander bounded into the library.
"What did I miss?" He asked.
"I'm grounded!" Said Buffy.
"You're grounded? What happened?"
"I was caught alone with Angel."
"Oh...Oh!" Xander did a double take. "When you say alone, do you mean alone?"
"That is enough!" Giles said. "Could we please return to the topic at hand?"
"Um...what is the topic at hand?"
"The Master is dead, Xander." Said Willow.
"Right ok...so what's the problem? Isn't that a good thing?"
"Giles is worried about whatever killed him. He/she/it would have to be extremely powerful and we know nothing about it."
"Bloody right I am. When you see Angel again, ask him what killed the Master." Buffy nodded.
"Now," said Xander. "Back to my question..."
The Vampires stood at attention. Two dozen of them, all lined up in a military fashion. Before them stood the Master, his mask glinting in the torchlight. At his side stood Darla. "In your hands." He said. "You hold the key to my ascension. With the scanners I have given you, you shall find the Hellmouth. I need to know its exact location. Whoever finds that will receive a great reward. That vampire shall be given this world to rule as you see fit. It would amuse me to see the Earth controlled by someone with your kind's...appetite." He paused for a moment. "Now would be a good time." The vampires sprang into action. Darla waited until they were all gone before demanding: "You said you would give the world to me." "I will." "But you just..." "Darla, my dear, would it surprise you to learn that not only am I a villain but I am also a pathological liar? The world is yours, once I have what I came for." "If you're such a liar, why should I believe you?" "Blind faith..."
It was night again. Buffy was in the graveyard, again. Angel was following her, again. "I know you're there," said Buffy. Angel stepped into the light. "We need to talk." "No kidding. We have to stop seeing each other only in the dead of night." "But he can only see you in the dead of night when all dead are walking," Darla emerged from the shadows. "Isn't that right darling?" "Darla!" Angel wasn't pleased. "Angel, it's been a lifetime...or two. Whatcha been doing?" She glanced at Buffy. "What collage do you go to?" Buffy reached slowly for her stake. Something seemed wrong. "I'm in High School." "Yes, of course you are. Angel, you're robbing the cradle, you naughty boy. You should know better. Babies always have such sour blood, and they scream so loudly when you bite them. Some are too young to even be afraid and where's the fun in that? After all like you said: 'fear is part of the attraction'." Darla laughed. "Angel, what's going on? Who is she?" "Get out of here! Run Buffy!" "Ah the night in shining armor." muttered Darla. "I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what is going on." Buffy crossed her arms and gave the panted Summers glare. "I agree," said Darla. "She has a right to know, everything." Darla smirked. "You keep out of this," Angel snarled. "No this involves me too. I deserve to know why you trail after the Slayer like a lost puppy. Have you no pride Angelus? Have you no sense of decency?" "Angel..." Buffy warned. "Go on," Darla urged. "Maybe she'll understand." "Buffy...I'm, well you see...I'm a...a..." Darla chuckled. "Here, let me make this easier." She pulled on a pair of gloves and removed a cross from her pocket. "Here, catch..." She tossed it and Angel caught it reflexively. It sizzled and he dropped it immediately. It was only when he saw the look of horror on Buffy's face that he realized: he had vamped out...
Coming Soon: The Master finds a Hellmouth of his very own Darla is a pain in the neck