Our Trip to the Hellmouth
By Benji: The Vampire Confuser
And many others, as this was a Round Robin. Where you guys at? Holla back!
Buffy and Company are the creations of the wondrous Joss Whedon. This story, as I said was a round robin written back during the first season of the show. Sadly, it was never completed. But here it is anyway.
Chapter One
Part One, by Ben Church
Ben Church was a freshman in college, an acting major at Shenandoah University in Winchester. A small town in Virginia. He was five ten, and fairly skinny. His once blond hair had faded to a light brown, and hung just past his shoulders. When he pulled it back into a ponytail, coupled with his wire rimmed glasses, they gave him an intellectual look. But when he let it hang free, with the black trench-coat he always wore, and the blue shades he occasionally wore, it gave him a much different look.
Ben was rather shy, but easy to get along with, and once people got to know him, friendly. He was fond of quoting from various sources, usually, stand up, movies and TV. He had a sometimes annoying quality of being able to see something a few times, and be able to recite the lines verbatim. He liked to think of himself as a strange, silly person.
It happened on the evening of Sunday, April the 13th. He had let his hair down, it was a still night as me made his way from the computer lab back to his room. The campus was strangely quiet. Even on a Sunday night the campus usually had some life to it.
Geez, he thought, I hope it's not going to snow! It's the middle of April for crying out loud! Ben had often been able to tell if it was going to snow, without seeing any weather reports. He described it as a certain kind of quiet that settled over the land before a snow fall. He stopped and listened. "No." he decided. The feel was just not right for snow. Maybe rain. he thought. Cool. Ben liked the rain, almost better than sunny days.
Suddenly, the wind picked up, blowing his hair around wildly, mostly in his face. Sometimes, having long hair can be a real pain in the ass. He tried to brush his hair out of the way so he could see where he was going, but the wind blew it right back. Then, as suddenly as it had started, the wind stopped.
Ben brushed hair from his eyes and out of his mouth, another pet peeve of his. He looked around him, startled. He was no longer on his familiar campus. He was now in an alley, in a city.
"Aaaaaaaaaah, I don't think I'm in Kansas anymore." he said.
"You got that right handsome." a female voice said behind him.
"Who, what, where?" He spun around, seeing a pretty teenage girl behind him. She was walking towards him slowly, with the air of a girl with only one thing on her mind.
"Why don't you come further into this alley with me where we can be alone?" she asked.
"Well," Ben stammered. "I-I'm flattered, but I kind of have to find out where I am. So, uh, bye." He turned to leave the alley, when the girl's hand closed on his arm, with a vise-like grip.
"I don't think so." she said, and shoved him further into the alley. Ben stumbled but managed to keep his feet. When he saw the girl's face, he nearly screamed. Gone was the pretty countenance from before, it had been replaced with a demonic parody. The girl grinned, revealing fangs.
Oh terrific. Ben thought. A vampire. Thinking quickly he formed a cross with his index fingers.
The girl winced, but grabbed his wrists, pulling the cross apart. She held on, and dragged him towards her, her mouth opening with a sadistic grin. Then Ben's eyes rolled back, and closed. His body went limp, and slumped to the ground. The vampire dropped his wrists in surprise.
"He fainted!" it said. "The stupid human actually fainted!" Then it put it's hand over it's eyes, and began to laugh.
A scraping sound alerted it to it's prey's escape. It lowered it's hand and grabbed Ben's coat, which he immediately slipped out of.
"Wood." Ben repeated over and over, fighting panic. "Gotta find wood."
Part Two, by Angela Rienstra
A sudden thud interrupted Angela Rienstra's nightly walk through the small town. She fell to the ground as the stranger plowed into her.
"Hey, what's the idea?", she asked. The guy tried to stammer something incoherent and he helped her to her feet quickly. As soon as she was up he simply yelled "RUN!", as a growling creature with fangs approached them.
Angela looked at the creature in horror and started running after the guy who knocked her down. "Oh please tell me that's not a vampire." she said between breaths. The guy nodded yes and grabbed her hand, noticing that she was getting tired after the long sprint.
"C'mon, you can make it." he said.
She winced at the pain in her side, but kept running. Her red-brown hair was flying behind her, but she felt like she couldn't run fast enough.
Suddenly, she stopped and started digging in her purse. "This is no time for a make-up check!" the guy yelled. Angela turned and looked at the guy with a strange look in her eyes. She held up a pencil in the moonlight and smiled grimly. The vampire had now caught up with them and was smiling evilly at it's prey. Suddenly the vampire charged at Angela, but suddenly fell to the ground and disappeared.
"What did you just do?" The stranger was shocked and startled all at once.
Angela was shaking out of terror. "I just figured that if wooden stakes through the heart would work, why wouldn't a pencil?" she replied. With that she sunk to the ground and started sobbing. The stranger introduced himself as Ben. She smiled and gave him her name. He had just started to help her up when she jumped up. "There's something, or someone, over there...I saw something out of the corner of my eye..."
Part Three, by Angelic (a.k.a. Stephanie Jones)
The last thing Stephanie saw before things got strange was a shooting star outside her bedroom window. Then as she closed her eyes, she could almost imagine being laying on the cold ground outside watching the night sky. It was so real that she opened her eyes-and shut them again. A man and a woman were looking breathlessly down at her and she definitely was not in her bed anymore. She wondered as much about them as they probably did about her-5'5 young girl with long brown-blond hair and clear blue eyes who had appeared out of nowhere.
"Thank God it's not another one of them." the woman said.
"I'm Ben and this is Angela," the man said, "Who are you?"
Stephanie told them her name and was about to ask where the hell she was when a shadow down the dark alley moved. Stephanie's breath caught in her throat and she choked on her next words. Ben and Angela turned and lost their breath also. The shadow emerged into the light.
To Be Continued...
