Sorry for the dealy but I've been really sick.
Buffy, Michael, Locke, and Jack looked around in awe. They were standing in a hallway, fully lit but florescent lighting.
"Okay this is just weird, electricity on a deserted island," Buffy commented.
"I think we fell threw some kinda of hatch," Jack said, "Let's go take a look around."
Jack and Locke led the way with Buffy and Michael taking up the rear.
"That thing that killed my son," Michael said to her, "Was it really a vampire?"
"Would you believe me if I told you?"
"Holy shit. Vampires are real. Now that's something."
"So you believe me?"
"I'm still trying to wrap my head around the idea but yeah I think I do."
"Ummm, guys we got a problem," Hurley said. The sun was just rising.
"What else is new?" Sawyer said with biting sarcasm.
"The food….it's kinda gone."
"What?" Charlie said.
"We all thought we'd be rescued by now and well its gone."
"Oh that's bloody brilliant. Now I'm going to starve to death."
"Beats being eaten by a monster…..I think," Boone said, sitting next to Charlie.
"Thanks, that makes me feel a lot better," Charlie replied.
"No one is going to starve. I'll go search for food," Sayid said.
"I'll go," Shannon said.
"You will?" Boone asked shocked.
"Yes, I will," she said and with that her Sayid set out into the jungle.
"Why did you come?" Sayid asked her.
"I was getting sick of my brother, besides I finished tanning and painting my nails so I had nothing better to do."
"Glad you could fit this into your busy schedule."
"Hey, its not funny."
"Sorry," Sayid said, realizing she was hurt by the comment.
"It's okay. I just don't like it when people treat me like a joke."
"Do they do that a lot?"
"Everyone thinks I have no ambition, no drive but I do or I did before everything."
Shannon stood in a ballet studio, instructing a group of young girls, "Beautiful, Sophie. Okay, can you bring your shoulders down for me a little -- extend up, good -- and finish. Very nice, ladies."
"Did my papa see me?" Sophie asked.
Shannon looked over at the young girl's father and saw him whispering in the ear of another instructing not paying any attention to his daughter, "I think so," to the other students, "Wonderful, alright, thank you for a great class today, ladies."
The other instructor, Dominique, came over to Shannon, "He wants me to be his au pair, can you believe that?"
"Au pair, my ass."
"Live in my big house, take care of my kids -- next thing you know it's: Oh, I'm so sorry; I did not know you were in the shower," in a mock French accent, "What a perve!"
Shannon laughed as her cell phone rang, "Hello."
"Shannon, your father's been in an accident. I'm on my way to St. Sebastian's, I'll meet you there," her step mother said on the other line.
Shannon was at her father's funeral. She was still shell-shocked from the news.
"Death sucks, doesn't it?" Boone said behind her.
"Boone!"
"Hey," he said, enveloping her in a hug, "I'm so sorry, Shannon."
"You came back."
"Yeah, maybe after all this you'll come visit me in New York."
"I won't have to visit if I get that job at the Martha Graham dance company. I'll be living there."
"Right. Internship."
"I know it's like a 1 in 3000 chance, but I may get it."
"Absolutely. Have you spoken to my mother?"
"She's going through her thing and I'm going through mine."
"Have you two been getting along?"
"She hates me."
"Just try to talk to her."
"From day one she resented my relationship with him, my dad."
Shannon was in her apartment when Dominique came in, "It came," she said, handing Shannon a letter.
"Oh my god."
"Open it."
"I can't open it."
"You what?"
"You open it."
"You have been waiting 6 months for this letter -- no way I'm opening it."
"I got it!" Shannon said after she opened the letter.
"You got it!"
"I got it!!"
"Oh my god, you're going to New York!"
They both started to jump around and hug when the phone rang. Shannon picked it up, "Hello. This is her. Uh, that's impossible. Okay, are you sure? Of course, I will certainly do that. Sorry."
"What?"
"My rent check bounced."
"But you're, like, rich."
Shannon sat in the living room of her step-mother's house.
"I'm sorry, I would have offered you something to drink, but I have to be at a meeting in 10 minutes," her step-mother said.
"Yeah, um, my checks are bouncing."
"Well, that's what happens when you make withdrawals and don't make deposits, Shannon."
"When do I get the money dad left me? The money from the will."
"There was no will."
"What?"
"Shannon, your father and I had a living trust. Everything passed to me. I'm afraid there was nothing specifically designated for you."
"Why would he do that?"
"Well, maybe he just wanted you to find your own way. We all have to work, Shannon. Most of us are the better for it."
"I can work. I just -- I just got this really prestigious internship. And I'm not going to make any money for a while but I'm going to be working like 16 hours a day."
"The only thing I've ever seen you do 16 hours a day straight is sleep."
"I just need to get to New York. I need just something -- something to get started. I'll pay you back," Shannon said desperately, watching her dreams slip away.
"This week it's an internship -- last year it was what -- interior design? You'll never pay me back. And you'll only hate yourself even more."
"I really want this, Sabrina. I can do this."
"I'm sorry, Shannon. You're on your own," she said coldly.
Shannon was packing in her apartment, when Boone entered and sat down on a chair in front of her where she was sitting on the ground packing boxes.
"She said no. She knew why I asked for the money."
"Can I crash at your place in New York for just a little while -- until I get on my feet," Shannon asked, hopefully.
"I'm leaving New York. She offered me a job."
"You're going to work for your mother?"
"It's a really good job, Shannon," he said, taking out a check and offering it to her, "Look, this is all I have right now, but my trust fund's going to kick in at the end of the month. And after that I can absolutely keep you afloat."
"Thank you, but I'm going to figure out a way to make my own money."
"But who knows when that's going to be, just take it."
"Why, you don't think I can do it?"
"I didn't say that."
"Do you believe I can, or don't you, Boone? Okay, you know what, I really want you to just take your money -- go work for your mother -- I don't want it...
"Shannon, it's just money..."
"Just take it, alright!"
"I'm trying to help you, Shannon!"
"I don't want your money!"
"What happened?" Sayid asked her.
"I went to New York but it never worked out. Maybe they were right, maybe I am worthless."
"No, you're not," he said, looking her in the eyes.
"How do you know, you barley know me."
"By the sounds of that story it seems like you're stronger then you know."
"You believe in me?"
"I do."
Shannon kissed him, catching Sayid off guard but he quickly submitted to her and deepened the kiss. They pulled apart, "Why did you tell me all this?"
"I don't know. I really don't know," Shannon replied and with that they continued to look for food.
"Shannon look out!" Sayid yelled as a large spider dropped down from a tree above and he pushed her out of the way. Shannon screamed as the spider landed on Sayid and he struggled to keep its mouth from digging into to him and ripping out his heart. Shannon grabbed a branch and began to hit the thing with it. As a result it jumped back into the trees, "Run!"
Shannon and Sayid ran back to the safety of the beach to avoid the killer spider.
"What happened?" Hurley asked when they got back tired and out of breath.
The Others lugged the young African American boy's body through the jungle. He would have to do for the time being to sedate the beast they worshiped. This slayer was proving more difficult to capture then the others. The boy's blood would help though. He was the son of a slayer.
"Walt, mommy will be right back don't worry. Just stare here with Brian and everything will be okay," Walt's mother told him as she indicated the man that was her watcher. The man she had fallen in love with a left Walt's father to be with.
"Be careful Susan," Brian said, handing her a stake. Walt watched as his mother left.
Susan spared with the vampire she was fighting. He was over 200 years old and Susan had been fighting on and off with him for months but this was it, their final confrontation. Susan went to stake him but he easily blocked her attack. She went to punch him again and this time she sent him skidding across the pavement.
"This is it. We're finished," she said as she brought the stake up about to plunge it into his heart but the vampire twisted her arm and turned it around on her, staking her in the heart.
"Say good night, slayer," he said as he watched her look down at her chest where the stake protruded. She gasped in pain as she pulled it out her blood flowing on to her hands as she fell forward on to the pavement.
The vampire left her to die, bleeding in the street. He wore a smug grin on his face. He'd done something few vampires had ever done. He had killed the slayer.
"Master. We bring you an offering," the others said as they placed Walt's body on the alter, that was the black rock, in front of the cave that held the monster. From inside the cave a hand reached out and dragged Walt's body inside. Sounds could be heard as the monster ate its prey.
When it was finished it slowly came out of the cave, it was green and brown and stood about 10 feet tall. Its body was covered in a thick leathery hide and it had one electronic eye. The other eye was white with a blood red pupil. It had 2 horns protruding out of its head as well, "Bring me the slayer," it commanded, "I want her blood. I want her soul."
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