Forever Hunters
Devil May Cry/Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Dante gets called by Giles to Sunnydale to train Buffy in order to highend up her skills. Unknown to the Buffy gang though is Dante's true being and the new danger both of them will face.
Chapter 7: To die or not to die, Part 3
9:00 AM. A day and time in school as usual. Buffy was kinda happy that this day is a friday. Wait, friday... oh no. She would be dealing with Dante again on the weekends... Damn... Today was locker inspection. Woods, a security guard and the housekeeper would go through every locker to check if there were not any illigal things in there. Buffy was having a conversation with Mike when she heard a bag full of coins falling on the floor.
"Seems like someone's got quite a coin collection!"
Buffy picked a coin up and looked at the locker number.
"I am checking him out, 218."
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A boy was already in the office as Buffy entered the room. She greeted him and made herself comfortable on her own chair. This is going to be some interrogation.
"You wanted to see me?"
"You have locker number 281?"
"Yeah, why?"
Buffy held out the coin in front of him and asked about the connection with Cassie Newton. The boy was frightend and tried the classic excuse with the bus leaving. Buffy reminded him that the bus would not leave in another half an hour.
"Look boy I am here to help. I'm a counselor here because I wanna help. I know what it's like to walk these halls and feel lost, alone. I just want to make things better, connect. And I'm going to connect with your face if you don't stop wasting my time and help me do my job."
"I... please, I"
"A girl could die."
"I guess I know who you're talking about. She's some weirdo suicidal poet girl. These guys I know wanna mess with her. They've got this plan..."
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Dawn was chatting with Cassie as they walked out of the school doors. She tried to convince her to let Buffy help her. However, Cassie always told her the same thing all over again, indirectly. Dawn wanted to refine her soft-talking strategy when a guy interrupted her.
"Uh, what's up, Peter?"
"I was just wondering if anyone had asked you to winter formal."
"What?
Dawn blushed.
"Oh, uh, no. not exactly."
Cool, she was about to get the first invitation from a guy to a ball. How exciting untill...
"Well, uh, I was just doing a poll. I'll see you."
That ruined all of it. If she had had a knife, she would have stabbed him to death by now. Dawn turned back to where Cassie was standing...
"That guy is such an ass."
...just to notice that she was gone. Great! She walked around looking for her when she heard her name from a familiar voice.
"Dante, what are you doing here?"
"Your sis called... told me to pick you up and to take you somewhere stress-relieving..."
"Since when did she trust you?"
"Since I was the only one in the house and the only one who picked up the phone. Man, sounded kinda angry..."
"Well thats typical her, OK then lets go..."
Dante and Dawn walked to the harley. While Dawn summarized her last day of the week at school, Dante noticed three shadows dissappearing in the bushes with a cargo on one's back...
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"All present?"
"All present."
Peter goes to light a nearby torch with his candle. He pushes his hood back. It was night again in Sunnydale. The same people were standing in the library again like the last night they burned the coins and papers.
"Then we begin."
"It's just so cool, I mean— We're gonna be rich!"
The hooded men were circling around. One of them praised himself about the booby trap he set around the fire exits in the school. They were laughing evilishly. Peter, the main man, pulled up a chair with Cassie on it, tied to everything there is to tie. She was whimpering through the duct tape on her mouth.
"This is our sacrifice. It's nothing personal. It's just that you have this death-kick suicidal vibe going. I figure if you disappear, everybody'll just assume you threw yourself in a river somewhere. Extinguish!"
All the robed people holding candles lick their fingers and press them to the candlewick to extinguish the flames. Peter picked up a large cleaver and began to summon.
"All mighty Avilas... please accept our sacrifice. Please appear before us, oh mighty soldier of the dark. Please appear before us, and grant us with infinite riches, and we will pay you with our sacrifice. We kneel before you with the gift of flesh."
One of the robed people stands and unfastens the robe, revealing her identity as Buffy. Everyone was suprised, especially the one who set up the bobby traps.
"OK, that is going on your permanent record."
"Wait, this is the counselor! What the hell is she doing here?"
Buffy and Peter start to circle each other. Peter is still holding the cleaver. He swung the cleaver at her but Buffy easily avoided it and kicked him in the face. He spinned in the air before he landed on his butt.
"Do you know how lame this is? Bored teenage boys trying to raise up a demon. Sorry it didn't show. I bet it's 'cause you forgot the boom box playing some heavy metal thing, like Blue Clam Cult. I think that's the key to the raising of lame demons."
Peter pointed at Buffy's back.
"You mean that lame demon?"
Buffy turned around to face the bull-type Avilas. A six-feet tall muscular, horned demon with fins on its shoulders. Buffy stood there, raising an eye brow.
"Damn Horny, you are one ugly thing."
The demon launched at Buffy. Buffy avoided it easily and threw the cleaver at it. The weapon buried itself into the flesh but it did not matter. Meanwhile Peter was running to Cassie. "Damn" Buffy thought. She could not let Peter go even near her. While she followed Peter, Avilas swung his arm and hit Buffy on her side. She flew into a bookcase buring her. As soon as she freed herself from the books the demon stepped on her holding her down. Peter and the other cult members were grinning as he held Cassie's head. Peter was about to snap it when a hand touched his shoulder.
"Guess I was almost late!"
A punch threw Peter away and soon the other cult members followed. Buffy could hardly recognized the figure but she knew.
"Spike?"
Spike smiled at Buffy
"Here to help. No hurting the girl. You OK under the weight?"
Avilas turned around to face his new enemy, letting go of Buffy. Spike kick somersaulted away from the demon taking the cleaver with him. Both demons fought furiously, while Buffy was still recovering. Cassie, almost out of the picture by now, watched as the two warriors duked it out with the demon. Avilas gained the upper hand as he punched Spike away and grabbed Buffy by her throat squeezing her. Buffy was about to loose conciousness when another man appeared behind Avilas.
"Hey, look at this!"
The demon turned around to face a double-barreled saw-off shotgun.
"Lights out!"
Dante pulled the trigger and the shells ripped through the demon's eyes effectively blinding him. The demon let go of Buffy and put his hands on his bloody face while roaring in pain. Buffy looked up at Dante as he reloaded the shotgun.
"Guess two weren't enough for the party. Good that I was on time. Damn, idiot forgot to rig the booby traps. Slayer, take care of the girl, I deal with this thing here."
Buffy nodded. She wrapped herself up and went to Cassie. Dante meanwhile shot another load of lead into demon flesh and stingered him back with his Sparda to the wall where the cult members lied. Spike stood up and looked at the mess in the library.
"Yo Dante, nice going here."
Dante waved back at Spike, while reloading his shotgun again and aimed at the lying demon. A bloodsoaked Peter crawled to the demon and shook it.
"You can't be dead. Where are my infinite riches?"
The demon suddenly jumped up and bit Peter on the shoulder. Peter cried out in pain. Dante launched at it again with the Sparda, cutting the head of the demon by stingering its neck. Peter fell back with the head still stuck on his shoulder. Spike, Dante and Buffy walked up to Peter.
"Please, help me... I am bleeding."
"Sorry. My office hours are 10 to 4."
With that Buffy left Peter to die. She walked up to Cassie, who was sitting on the corner.
"It's all OK now. I hope you're not too disappointed."
Cassie smiled weakly. Buffy looked back at the bodies of the cult members and the demon.
"See? You can make a difference."
Cassie reached up admiringly to push a strand of hair out of Buffy's face.
"And you will."
And with that Cassie collapsed onto the floor.
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Nobody expected the tragic outcome of the events at the library. Nobody actually knew the heart irregularities that Cassie Newton inherited from her family members. Buffy, Spike and Dante tried to revive her with CPR but it was no use. 10 minutes heart failure was a secure dead for sure. (she would be brain dead even if her heart would beat again cause of the oxygen loss) Anyways Cassie Newton was dead and they could do nothing about it. It was like when she said that to Buffy on their first meeting. Her death was destined. The gang was quiet in the Summer's house. Buffy was quietly blaming herself for the loss of a student she should have saved and Dawn was crying because of the loss of a friend. Spike dissapeared after the battle, leaving Buffy and Dante to clean up the whole mess. Fortunatly Willow could help a bit with her spells. Buffy could not stand any longer in her own home. She had enough of the Cassie case. She needed some fresh air. Exiting her home, she found Dante sitting on the stairs.
"Had enough of the crying?"
"You heard?"
Buffy was sitting down besides Dante.
"Yeah, your sis can go off sometimes."
Buffy was quiet. She let the wind carry the oxygen into her lungs. The sky was clear and the stars were shining brightly over the silent town of Sunnydale.
"I hope you learned something from it... Sometimes fate always has its marks somewhere. All we can do is accept it. Let it be, Slayer"
"So what then. Are you telling me just to let it "be"? To let go of everything I have been fighting for?"
"You can't save everyone, Slayer. But at least you are giving them the hope to fight for."
"Then I think I am giving them the wrong hope..."
"Hope is never wrong..."
Dante stood up and stretched himself.
"Wanna go dust some vamps?"
"I think I'll need it..."
Devil May Cry/Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Dante gets called by Giles to Sunnydale to train Buffy in order to highend up her skills. Unknown to the Buffy gang though is Dante's true being and the new danger both of them will face.
Chapter 7: To die or not to die, Part 3
9:00 AM. A day and time in school as usual. Buffy was kinda happy that this day is a friday. Wait, friday... oh no. She would be dealing with Dante again on the weekends... Damn... Today was locker inspection. Woods, a security guard and the housekeeper would go through every locker to check if there were not any illigal things in there. Buffy was having a conversation with Mike when she heard a bag full of coins falling on the floor.
"Seems like someone's got quite a coin collection!"
Buffy picked a coin up and looked at the locker number.
"I am checking him out, 218."
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A boy was already in the office as Buffy entered the room. She greeted him and made herself comfortable on her own chair. This is going to be some interrogation.
"You wanted to see me?"
"You have locker number 281?"
"Yeah, why?"
Buffy held out the coin in front of him and asked about the connection with Cassie Newton. The boy was frightend and tried the classic excuse with the bus leaving. Buffy reminded him that the bus would not leave in another half an hour.
"Look boy I am here to help. I'm a counselor here because I wanna help. I know what it's like to walk these halls and feel lost, alone. I just want to make things better, connect. And I'm going to connect with your face if you don't stop wasting my time and help me do my job."
"I... please, I"
"A girl could die."
"I guess I know who you're talking about. She's some weirdo suicidal poet girl. These guys I know wanna mess with her. They've got this plan..."
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Dawn was chatting with Cassie as they walked out of the school doors. She tried to convince her to let Buffy help her. However, Cassie always told her the same thing all over again, indirectly. Dawn wanted to refine her soft-talking strategy when a guy interrupted her.
"Uh, what's up, Peter?"
"I was just wondering if anyone had asked you to winter formal."
"What?
Dawn blushed.
"Oh, uh, no. not exactly."
Cool, she was about to get the first invitation from a guy to a ball. How exciting untill...
"Well, uh, I was just doing a poll. I'll see you."
That ruined all of it. If she had had a knife, she would have stabbed him to death by now. Dawn turned back to where Cassie was standing...
"That guy is such an ass."
...just to notice that she was gone. Great! She walked around looking for her when she heard her name from a familiar voice.
"Dante, what are you doing here?"
"Your sis called... told me to pick you up and to take you somewhere stress-relieving..."
"Since when did she trust you?"
"Since I was the only one in the house and the only one who picked up the phone. Man, sounded kinda angry..."
"Well thats typical her, OK then lets go..."
Dante and Dawn walked to the harley. While Dawn summarized her last day of the week at school, Dante noticed three shadows dissappearing in the bushes with a cargo on one's back...
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"All present?"
"All present."
Peter goes to light a nearby torch with his candle. He pushes his hood back. It was night again in Sunnydale. The same people were standing in the library again like the last night they burned the coins and papers.
"Then we begin."
"It's just so cool, I mean— We're gonna be rich!"
The hooded men were circling around. One of them praised himself about the booby trap he set around the fire exits in the school. They were laughing evilishly. Peter, the main man, pulled up a chair with Cassie on it, tied to everything there is to tie. She was whimpering through the duct tape on her mouth.
"This is our sacrifice. It's nothing personal. It's just that you have this death-kick suicidal vibe going. I figure if you disappear, everybody'll just assume you threw yourself in a river somewhere. Extinguish!"
All the robed people holding candles lick their fingers and press them to the candlewick to extinguish the flames. Peter picked up a large cleaver and began to summon.
"All mighty Avilas... please accept our sacrifice. Please appear before us, oh mighty soldier of the dark. Please appear before us, and grant us with infinite riches, and we will pay you with our sacrifice. We kneel before you with the gift of flesh."
One of the robed people stands and unfastens the robe, revealing her identity as Buffy. Everyone was suprised, especially the one who set up the bobby traps.
"OK, that is going on your permanent record."
"Wait, this is the counselor! What the hell is she doing here?"
Buffy and Peter start to circle each other. Peter is still holding the cleaver. He swung the cleaver at her but Buffy easily avoided it and kicked him in the face. He spinned in the air before he landed on his butt.
"Do you know how lame this is? Bored teenage boys trying to raise up a demon. Sorry it didn't show. I bet it's 'cause you forgot the boom box playing some heavy metal thing, like Blue Clam Cult. I think that's the key to the raising of lame demons."
Peter pointed at Buffy's back.
"You mean that lame demon?"
Buffy turned around to face the bull-type Avilas. A six-feet tall muscular, horned demon with fins on its shoulders. Buffy stood there, raising an eye brow.
"Damn Horny, you are one ugly thing."
The demon launched at Buffy. Buffy avoided it easily and threw the cleaver at it. The weapon buried itself into the flesh but it did not matter. Meanwhile Peter was running to Cassie. "Damn" Buffy thought. She could not let Peter go even near her. While she followed Peter, Avilas swung his arm and hit Buffy on her side. She flew into a bookcase buring her. As soon as she freed herself from the books the demon stepped on her holding her down. Peter and the other cult members were grinning as he held Cassie's head. Peter was about to snap it when a hand touched his shoulder.
"Guess I was almost late!"
A punch threw Peter away and soon the other cult members followed. Buffy could hardly recognized the figure but she knew.
"Spike?"
Spike smiled at Buffy
"Here to help. No hurting the girl. You OK under the weight?"
Avilas turned around to face his new enemy, letting go of Buffy. Spike kick somersaulted away from the demon taking the cleaver with him. Both demons fought furiously, while Buffy was still recovering. Cassie, almost out of the picture by now, watched as the two warriors duked it out with the demon. Avilas gained the upper hand as he punched Spike away and grabbed Buffy by her throat squeezing her. Buffy was about to loose conciousness when another man appeared behind Avilas.
"Hey, look at this!"
The demon turned around to face a double-barreled saw-off shotgun.
"Lights out!"
Dante pulled the trigger and the shells ripped through the demon's eyes effectively blinding him. The demon let go of Buffy and put his hands on his bloody face while roaring in pain. Buffy looked up at Dante as he reloaded the shotgun.
"Guess two weren't enough for the party. Good that I was on time. Damn, idiot forgot to rig the booby traps. Slayer, take care of the girl, I deal with this thing here."
Buffy nodded. She wrapped herself up and went to Cassie. Dante meanwhile shot another load of lead into demon flesh and stingered him back with his Sparda to the wall where the cult members lied. Spike stood up and looked at the mess in the library.
"Yo Dante, nice going here."
Dante waved back at Spike, while reloading his shotgun again and aimed at the lying demon. A bloodsoaked Peter crawled to the demon and shook it.
"You can't be dead. Where are my infinite riches?"
The demon suddenly jumped up and bit Peter on the shoulder. Peter cried out in pain. Dante launched at it again with the Sparda, cutting the head of the demon by stingering its neck. Peter fell back with the head still stuck on his shoulder. Spike, Dante and Buffy walked up to Peter.
"Please, help me... I am bleeding."
"Sorry. My office hours are 10 to 4."
With that Buffy left Peter to die. She walked up to Cassie, who was sitting on the corner.
"It's all OK now. I hope you're not too disappointed."
Cassie smiled weakly. Buffy looked back at the bodies of the cult members and the demon.
"See? You can make a difference."
Cassie reached up admiringly to push a strand of hair out of Buffy's face.
"And you will."
And with that Cassie collapsed onto the floor.
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Nobody expected the tragic outcome of the events at the library. Nobody actually knew the heart irregularities that Cassie Newton inherited from her family members. Buffy, Spike and Dante tried to revive her with CPR but it was no use. 10 minutes heart failure was a secure dead for sure. (she would be brain dead even if her heart would beat again cause of the oxygen loss) Anyways Cassie Newton was dead and they could do nothing about it. It was like when she said that to Buffy on their first meeting. Her death was destined. The gang was quiet in the Summer's house. Buffy was quietly blaming herself for the loss of a student she should have saved and Dawn was crying because of the loss of a friend. Spike dissapeared after the battle, leaving Buffy and Dante to clean up the whole mess. Fortunatly Willow could help a bit with her spells. Buffy could not stand any longer in her own home. She had enough of the Cassie case. She needed some fresh air. Exiting her home, she found Dante sitting on the stairs.
"Had enough of the crying?"
"You heard?"
Buffy was sitting down besides Dante.
"Yeah, your sis can go off sometimes."
Buffy was quiet. She let the wind carry the oxygen into her lungs. The sky was clear and the stars were shining brightly over the silent town of Sunnydale.
"I hope you learned something from it... Sometimes fate always has its marks somewhere. All we can do is accept it. Let it be, Slayer"
"So what then. Are you telling me just to let it "be"? To let go of everything I have been fighting for?"
"You can't save everyone, Slayer. But at least you are giving them the hope to fight for."
"Then I think I am giving them the wrong hope..."
"Hope is never wrong..."
Dante stood up and stretched himself.
"Wanna go dust some vamps?"
"I think I'll need it..."