"Let him go?" Buffy said, "I can't do that."
"Why not?" Sayid asked.
"Because it's my…..I won't let him die."
"I'm going with you," Locke said.
"You are?"
"Yeah, I want to see a vampire."
"Okay, this is crazy. There is no such thing as vampires," Jack said.
"How do you know, Jack?" Locke challenged, "Just because you've never seen something doesn't mean it's not real."
"No, I know what this is. Being on this island, it's typical, people begin to imagine things."
"What are you trying to say?" Buffy asked.
"What he's trying to say is he thinks you're both crazy!" Sawyer said.
"Well, I'm not," Buffy stated and with that she walked into the jungle with Locke following close behind.
"Do you believe me?" Buffy asked Locke after they had been walking for awhile.
"Yes, yes I do."
"Why?"
"Why not?"
"Usually people think I'm crazy. My parents even….."
"Mom, no please don't leave me here! Dad!" Buffy pleaded with her parents. She had been so scared after seeing her first vampire that she had told her parents and they had brought her here, to this 'institution'. That was the word her mother had used.
"Buffy, please don't make this any harder then it already is," her mother said.
Hank stood by her side, "Hey, don't worry. This is for the best. The people here, they're going to help you get better."
"But I'm not sick! I'm not! I'm not crazy! You have to believe me, you're my parents if you don't believe me who will?" Buffy cried, breaking down. She allowed the nurse to escort her down the hall, away from her parents. When she looked back at them, one last time, she could see her father comforting her mother who was crying.
"Your parents even what?"
"Nothing," Buffy smiled, "Locke?"
"Yes."
"Do you ever think we'll be rescued?"
"I don't know but what I do know is we're on this island for a reason, not just by chance. It's destiny."
The word echoed in Buffy's mind. She hated that word. She was chosen, it was her destiny. This was her destiny to hunt vampires for the rest of her days, which would be cut short compared to other girls, because of her destiny. It was a pretty rough gig with almost no benefits. Not to mention they didn't even cover dental.
"You know a thing or two about destiny don't you?" Locke asked her.
"I guess," Buffy said, unsure of how much she should reveal, "Locke?"
"Yes."
"Hypothetically, what's more important destiny or your life?"
"Hypothetically?" Locke said, skeptically. Buffy nodded, "I think that's a personal decision but honestly don't you think they go hand in hand?"
Buffy sighed.
"Come out here! Where are you?!" Michael yelled as he looked around frantically but found nothing, "You killed my son!" He fell to the ground on his knees and began to sob, "You killed my son."
"What do you make of all this?" Sayid asked Jack.
"Of what?"
"Walt's death? Vampires?"
"You don't believe her do you?"
"No, but you have to admit some strange things have happened since we've been on this island and Danielle, the French woman she did mention…."
"There's no such thing as vampires. They've been on the island to long," Jack said. He looked at Sayid, who looked like he was a little unsure, "How can you believe in vampires? It's like believing in the boogie man or big foot."
"Hey, big foot's real man. I saw him," Hurley said, both of them looked at him, "I'm just saying."
Jack turned back toward Sayid, "I don't know if I believe her but I've seen things before. Things that were a little out of the ordinary."
It was dark and Sayid stood by his post in the full army uniform worn by the Iraqi Republican Guard. He was holding a gun and was very alert. The enemy could strike at any moment. This was the Gulf War. Sayid was surveying his surroundings when he heard a scream and what sounded like a scuffle.
"Help!" he heard someone call. It sounded like one of his fellow soldiers. He quickly ran towards the noise expecting to encounter enemy soldiers but instead he found something much different.
Hunkered over the body of another Iraqi solider was the most grotesque and monstrous thing Sayid had ever seen. It had yellow eyes that glowed with a feral intensity. It looked at him and smiled, blood dripping from its elongated canines.
Quickly Sayid raised his gun and fired at the thing as it walked towards him but his bullets didn't do anything except make the beast angrier. Sayid backed up towards the wall as the thing edged closer. He was about to hit it, maybe try to stab it, try to fight it off somehow but the monster exploded into dust before he could react.
When the dust settled, Sayid came face to face with a young girl, holding a piece of wood, a stake. She was about 16 and of Arab descent. Her skin was tan and her hair was black. It was secured at the nape of her neck. Sayid just stared at her in shock as she turned and ran away into the night.
Cameron peered out from the darkness. He could see the boy's father, crying on the ground. He was grieving. Cameron's stomach growled. The boy had been so small and he hadn't eaten real food in so long. One more wouldn't hurt he thought as he crept closer towards Michael's form.
"Do you really think we should have let her go in there alone?" Charlie asked.
"She wasn't alone. She was with Locke," Shannon said. Personally she didn't care what these people did. The only thing she was certain of was that she was not going back into that jungle, at least not for now.
It was then that they heard something moving through the jungle. There was a large roar.
"I'm going after them," Jack said as he put on a backpack and headed into the jungle. The others watched him go.
Buffy pushed her way farther into the jungle when she heard Michael yelling, "You killed my son!"
Locke followed behind her, running. It felt so good to be able to run again. He had been paralyzed in a wheel chair for so long that he had forgotten what it felt like to feel his legs working, moving beneath him, carrying his body to its destination.
Locke woke up on the beach after the plane crash. As he came to the sounds of destruction and chaos filled his ears. He could see people running around him screaming. Many people were dead, others had major injuries, some (the lucky ones) only minor. He looked over to his right and saw his wheel chair lying next to him. He tried to wiggle his toes and was surprised to find out the he was able to, surprised he had feeling in the bottom of his body. Slowly, he propped himself up and got to his feet. He walked a few feet, stumbling and struggling a little like a new born calf. Eventually he found his footing and began to walk like nothing had ever happened, like he had never been paralyzed. "Like riding a bike," Locke said to himself as he walked off to help, to gives some order to this chaos.
When they found Michael, Cameron was just about to take a bite out of him. Quickly Buffy wrenched the vampire off him and pushed him away.
"Slayer," Cameron hissed at her in full game face.
"You got that right," Buffy said as he lunged for her but she stepped out of the way causing him to miss his target.
Buffy punched him hard in the face and he quickly retaliated, kicking her hard in the stomach and causing her to bend over in pain. Cameron grabbed her hair a pulled her head back with a violent tug that caused Buffy to gasp in pain. Buffy elbowed Cameron in the face causing him to let go of her and grab his nose which was now broken.
"Is this normal?" Michael asked Locke but he just stayed silent, watching Buffy as she worked.
Buffy kicked Cameron sending him to the ground and then she quickly grabbed a branch, plunging it into the vampire's heart and causing him to explode into dust. She looked over at Michael and Locke. Michael looked like he was in shook but Locke didn't seemed too surprised by what he had seen. But before anyone could ask any questions, they heard something coming through the trees.
"The monster," Buffy gasped as they heard it coming towards them and they all began to run.
"Hey, Sayid did you move Walt?" Hurley asked, walking over to him.
"What? No," Sayid said.
"Uh-oh."
"Uh-oh? What is that suppose to mean?" Charlie asked, getting a little worried.
"Nothing," Hurley replied.
"No, that wasn't a nothing uh-oh that was a oh shit we're in big trouble uh-oh?"
"Walt's not….his body. It's gone."
"How is that possible?" Shannon asked, "Dead people don't just get up and walk away."
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