Post by Survivor on Jun 30, 2007 14:34:00 GMT -5
For this week's Survivor: The Hellmouth challenge, each team member was to write a piece of Buffy the Vampire Slayer fan fiction that crosses over with either Supernatural, Heroes, or Lost. Below are their entries for the challenge. Please PM me with the number of your choice as the best piece of work. Votes will be accepted until 6 pm est on Friday, July 6.
STORY #1
It was a beautiful day in Sunnydale. Birds were chirping, flowers were in bloom and a happy couple strolled hand in hand through the park. They wordlessly made their way across a small wooden bridge and paused in a grassy area. The pair looked like any other couple in love and nobody could have guessed that they had spent the previous night battling a clan of Kerlick demons. Anya smiled as she watched Xander spread a plaid checkered blanket under the cool shade of an apple blossom tree. She couldn't believe how lucky she was, in a few months time, she would be Mrs. Anya Christina-Emanuela-Jenkins-Harris.
Xander smiled as he gestured for Anya to sit. "This is perfect." She did and snuggled up beside him, but as they were settling in a little brown bunny hopped out from behind a bush toward them and Anya leapt up with a scream.
"What? Is it a demon?" Xander screeched, jumping up and looking around.
"No," Anya replied gravely as she clung to him. "It's worse." She pointed to the offending creature with a look of terror.
Xander laughed. "Aw, it's cute."
"Cute?" Anya repeated in disgust. "I don't like how it's looking at me . . . with its beady little eyes. Make it go away."
"Come on Ahn. It's just a bunny. One little bunny. No sooner had those words left his mouth then two of the bunny's friends joined it, emerging from the same bush as the first. "Okay, three little bunnies." Another four joined them.
"Xander, it's forming an army!"
"Okay, now I'm scared."
The bunnies swarmed around them and as the pair tried to fight them off, a black 1967 Chevrolet Impala skidded to a stop and two strange men emerged and joined in their battle against the bunnies. The four were no match for the sea of creatures who carried Anya away on their backs, leaving Xander to helplessly call after her. Once she was taken, the bunnies disappeared as quickly as they had come, leaving three very confused men behind.
After searching the entire park for over an hour, Xander took the men, whose names he learned to be Dean and Sam, to the Magic Box where they found the Scoobies. Xander had told the brothers about Buffy's abilities on the drive over and they told him how they went on road trips, hunting demons and were in Sunnydale because they heard rumors of the demonic bunnies.
"The bunnies we saw are minions of Morderhaschen, the King Bunny, so to speak," Sam had explained.
Through research they managed to locate the bunnies' lair. From the unguarded entrance they looked inside.
"Don't play innocent with me," Morderhaschen ordered a trembling Anya before bursting into song. "They got those floppy ears and twitchy little noses, and what's with all the carrots, what do they need such good eyesight for anyway. Bunnies, bunnies, it must be bunnies!"
The group rushed in and the battle of all their lives ensued.
STORY #2
As Willow hovered, Indian style, above a spread of world maps, the rest of the Scooby gang tore through hundreds of smaller maps.
Dawn spun a globe with each hand, stopping to jot down the names of the major cities.
Buffy wished she could have it as easy as Dawnie. She had taken the task of locating all of the towns in northern Europe, a job she had no clue would take so long. It didn't help matters that every few seconds, Buffy's mind drifted off to thoughts that she was responsible for all of this. All she could think about was how selfish she had been, selfish and foolish.
It had not even occurred to Buffy that what they did would change thousands (millions?) of girls around the globe. But she did what she had to to get the job done. Now, the reality was setting it. They were responsible for these girls. They had to find all of them.
Buffy was brought back by a thud. Quickly turning around, she saw Willow lying on the table on top of the world map.
Rolling over, Willow said only "I found one. LAPD."
Alicia, face covered in blood, is running down a dark Los Angeles street, disoriented from the pain. Every time the sewer steam spews from the ground, she looses sight of her destination long enough to begin panicking again.
Finally, she reaches the police station.
Safe inside the station, she lets her guard down. Two officers enter the room. One officer informs says her name is Officer Jones and that her partner is Officer Parkman. They sit down and begin to questioning. Jones' first question: Where did all the blood come from?
Alicia looked at Officer Jones as if she were crazy. She was thinking to herself "Moron! I have a giant gash on my forehead" but she could tell by the look on Jones' face that she really didn't know.
As she brought her hand to her forehead, Alicia realized that the pain was gone. When her fingers made contact, she realized that the cut was healed.
After a million questions, Jones exited the room to file the report she had just filled out regarding the attack Alicia had just recounted to her.
As soon as the office door clicked shut, Parkman jumped to his feet and said "You have to come with me. You are in danger. I believe your story."
Sitting in the front of the squad car, she felt safe but frightened. Parkman seemed scared too, and confused.
"Why didn�t Sylar finish you?" he said.
"Who's Sylar?" Alicia thought to herself.
"Long story" Parkman responded.
Before Alicia could question how he knew what she was thinking, she was thrown into the windshield as Parkman slammed on the breaks.
Before passing out, Alicia saw a woman standing in the road, flanked by other girls.
When she awoke, the blond woman was standing over her.
"Where am I? asked Alicia
"A helicopter. Nifty, huh?" Replied Buffy.
STORY #3
Its been a while since Buffy has been in America, even longer since she's been in NY. Of course, she happens to be there when some crazy things are happening. Last night there was a huge explosion in the sky. She had to investigate, the nightly news told her that there was some kind of battle in Kirby Plaza, with many wounded. So she was off to the hospital to see if she could have a chat with some of these people.
After talking to a couple people and getting nothing, she goes into the next room. Of course, the patient is in the bathroom. She waits patiently for him to come and out and when he does, she jumps up from her chair and screams "FORREST!?!?!?". The response she got a look that says "what are you talking about, lady." She was still alarmed so she went to him and grabbed his arm "Is the initiative back? Are they involved in this? Where is Riley?"
"Let go of me" he says and Buffy watches as his arm dematerializes right out of her hand. What Buffy didn't know was that a woman had been watching from the door and ran to Buffy and pulled her hair as tight as she could, jerking Buffy's head back "Leave my family alone" the woman said as she hurls Buffy across the room. "I'm a lot stronger than I look" the blonde says to Buffy.
"Good, then I wont feel bad about doing this" Buffy says as she gets off the floor by doing a twirling kick to the woman's face. A battle ensues. "You're a slayer" Buffy says in the midst of battle.
"I don't know what you're talking about, but I'm sure going to slay your ass" she says with a punch to Buffy's face. Buffy responds with a kick that sends the woman flying towards the huge hospital window, as she hits it the glass crumbles and she tumbles out to the streets below.
"MOM!!!!!!!!" Buffy hears from the doorway, she looks over to see a small boy standing in the doorway. Her stomach drops. What has she done?
"Micah, get out of here!" the man with the familiar face says, clutching his chest.
"This has gone on long enough, Forrest. Tell me whats going on." Buffy demands.
"I don't know who you think I am, but.." he starts.
"You're Forrest Gates, you used to go to U.C. Sunnydale, and you threw a major bitch fit everytime my boyfriend chose to hang out with me instead of you" she shoots back.
"DAD, we have to go take care of mom" the boy says, raising his hands to the walls on either side of him. An electrical current flows through them and the lights in the entire wing of the hospital go out. By the time the emergency lights come on seconds, Buffy is alone in the room. Now she's got more questions than answers.
STORY #4
Buffy patrols the quiet and unforgiving streets of Sunnydale. Suddenly the silence is interrupted by the all to familiar shriek that Buffy is used to hearing. Her head turns quickly, her shadow dancing along the street as she makes her way towards the noise. Her boots slam against the slick sidewalk, echoing through the narrow alleyways. The sound gradually begins to muffle as Buffy realizes, the pavement is covered in blood. She focuses her eyes on a shadowy figure. The street light flickers as the figure turns towards her, the light shining onto a man's face. He raises his blue cap as their eyes catch each other, his intense expression almost seeing through her. A psychotic grin comes across his face as he makes his way towards her. A body falls down onto the ground behind him, the top of it's head detached and it's brains splattering. Buffy beings to circle the man. She reaches into her coat pocket revealing her wooden stake. The man's grin begins to fade, "Are you tryin' to be a Hero lady?" "My name is Buffy, and I'm the slayer, and being a hero is part of my job." She slyly replies, "And speaking of your job, I'm thinking you should take vampire 101, you learn on the first day to go for just the neck." The man slowly lifts his hand and Buffy feels an energy clutching onto the stake. Abruptly it is ripped from her hands and thrust into the air, ending it's course in the palm of his hand. "Nice stick, is this what they use for self defense around here? Not too effective." The man tosses the stake behind him. Buffy darts towards him kicking him in the face. The man falls to the ground. "You're stronger then you look." He says, "Like I said, I'm the slayer." Buffy boasts. He looks up, pure anger sketched on his face, "Well...that's unfortunate...because I'm Sylar." Buffy finds herself being thrown around the narrow alley, slammed from wall to wall. "I like it when they come for me." Sylar says sarcastically, "It makes my job so much easier." He walks up to her aiming his index finger towards her temple. "Let's see what makes you so strong." With the precision of a scalpel, Sylar cuts into Buffy's forehead using only his mind. Suddenly, Spike comes sprinting around the corner with Willow and Xander close behind. "More of you? Why don't you just get in line?" Sylar says arrogantly as he loosens his grip on Buffy. Quickly, Buffy and Spike simultaneously try to attack but feel a strong barrier stopping them and then pushing them back. "Willow it's too powerful!" Xander yells. A glittery mist is dispursed into the air. The mist envelopes Sylar. "Discede!" Willow yells as she claps her hands and Sylar disappears. He materializes above the clouds. As Sylar begins to freefall, the city below seems to patiently await his gruesome fall. Sylar smiles coming to a realization ,"Oh yeah, I'll be back for that power."
STORY #5
The sun was setting as Buffy entered a cemetery. The warm summers' breeze blew through her blonde hair. She heard footsteps behind her; she rolled her eyes as she turned around.
"Spike, what do you want?" Buffy crossed her arms and looked at him suspiciously.
Spike leaned onto a crypt, pulling out his smokes and lighter. "No need to be snippy, love. Just wanted to tell you that some new nasty is in town, making their presence known."
"What kind of demon is it?" Buffy asked.
"The kind that goes around killing things. Don't have any specifics." Spike said as he lit his cigarette.
"Thanks for the blatant warning Spike, I'll keep it in mind." Buffy starts walking away as a vampire lunges at her. She dusts it easily. "Was that the scary new demon?" she called back sarcastically. She turns to see that he has left. When she turned back around to leave she sees two men suddenly in front of her.
One of them ask, "You knew what that was?"
Buffy looks at them, wonderingly, and replied "Of course."
"How? What are you?" The other man asks.
"A Capricorn on the cusp of an Aquarius, you?" Buffy retorts. "I think I'm entitled to some answers. Who are you?"
He hesitates, and then says "I'm Sam, and this is my brother Dean. We heard about this towns' reputation for supernatural occurrences and we decided to check it out."
"Yep, that's our Hellmouth. Attracts all sorts of otherworldly demons. I'm Buffy by the way."
"The vampire slayer?" Dean asked.
"So you've heard of me. Weird."
"Actually more than just this towns' rep brings us here, we've been tracking a demon for awhile now, and it has led us here. Do you think you could help us out?" Dean looked over at Buffy, who seemed to be thinking this over.
"Sure, I heard about the demon you're looking for, don't know much about it though. What's it look like?"
"Yellow with two horns on it's chin, and.."
"Like the one right behind you?"
Dean and Sam turn around, startled. Buffy jumps right in with a roundhouse kick. The demon grabs her foot and throws her to the ground. It then picks her back up with one hand, by the throat and starts strangling her. Sam tries to punch the demon, but the demon swats him away effortlessly. Dean then pulls out a machete and throws it at the demons' leg. It stumbles and Buffy is able to get out of its' grasp.
Buffy takes a moment to catch her breath, and then reaches forward and grabs the demons' head, she turns it easily and the neck cracks. It topples over, dead.
"Well, thanks for the help guys." Buffy says hoarsely.
"No problem, you're one hell of a fighter for a girl." Dean smiles.
"You two aren't too bad either. For guys." She laughs.
"See you around". They turn to leave. A moment later Buffy hears the sound of an engine revving.
STORY #6
A red light flashes at the edge of the dank cell. It sits above, signaling to the prisoner that they are, indeed, being watched. Chains run across the edge of the ceiling, down a wall, and attach themselves to a young blonde female, battered and bruised after days of battle. She pulls, and wails. She cannot break free. She pulls again, this time banging her head in anger, causing her blonde hair to swirl around her oval face. It is messy, unkempt, and barely blonde, after so much time without chemical products. Suddenly, a figure appears on another side of a glass wall. The figure also shares the same color hair, albeit in better condition than the prisoner.
"Hi Buffy. I'm Juliet."
"Can you hear me?" She hears the sound of pulled chains. "I'll take that as a yes."
"Where are my friends?"
"If you want to talk, I'm happy to..."
"Tell me where my friends are!"
"I will - if you let go of the chain"
"You think I'm stupid!"
"I think you're stubborn."
"If you touch Angel, or Spike, I will come after you."
"Your threats are empty. You have no idea the forces at work here."
"Who's watching me?"
"What do you do Buffy, what's your profession?"
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
"Try me."
"Cashier. Doublemeat Palace. I do it for the customers; I'm most definitely all about people."
"Are you married?"
"In my line of work? It's hard to stay alive long enough to have a boyfriend who's not off sleeping with vampires."
"Vampires?"
"I mean, sleazy women."
"For some reason, I don't buy it."
Buffy's mind transports her back in time, running through different times, places, people...
"I wanted to know what you felt. I wanted to know why Dracula and Angel have so much power over you."
"This isn't your fault. It's mine. I feel like hell for what I've put you through. It's just... these girls-"
"Vampires. Killers."
"They made me feel something, Buffy. Something I didn't even know I was missing until-"
"I can't. I can't hear this..." Buffy says between tears and runs off, leaving the one man who could offer her true normality, behind.
"Well, you really should."
"Should I? If you're so down on life, why do you want your friends?"
"They're all I have left."
"Where had you been before the plane crashed?"
"Sydney."
"What were you doing there?"
"Visiting an old friend."
"Any particular reason?"
"She died."
"Tragic. How so?"
"Drug overdose."
"So, why are you here?" Buffy says, turning the tables.
"For the same reasons as you are."
"And what might those be?"
"That's for me to know, and you'll be lucky if you find out."
STORY #7
Isaac Mendez was starting to feel the rush, that thing he needed to see the future. He had his paint and brushes beside him but the canvas was still empty. All he wanted was to help save New York; that was his excuse for staying on the heroin. It helped him be a hero.
Finally.
His eyes went white, and his brush went wild. Paint, paint, paint, stroke, stroke, stroke. Fill, fill, fill. What he was seeing, he had no clue. He never could remember what it was he saw; if only he could hone his powers more clearly. Then, he could help more than just basic images, hard to interpret until the fact.
When he came out of the trance, he looked at the canvas. This was new, none of the people or places he'd come to recognize from his previous encounters.
A white-haired woman, sitting on the floor holding a weapon. She looked serene, at peace. She wasn't in trouble, or so he thought. There was no helix. No eclipse. No markings on her neck.
"What is this?" He stared at the painting some more. That's how Simone found him the next morning. He was just staring at the painting. At least he'd managed to finish the painting this time, but what was it? This was nothing like his previous paintings. Who was this white-haired woman? She looked powerful, strong despite her small stature.
"I don't know. I can't remember." Isaac just continued to stare at the painting. There was a small Willow tree in the background, but the room reminded him of high school classrooms. The glow that emanated around the woman was halo-like, she just glowed.
"This isn't like your others. Something's different." Simone tried to find anything that connected this strange woman to the others. "Who is she?"
"I told you I don't remember. I don't know." Isaac just stared at the painting again before turning away. This one wasn't going to help him save New York. This was just some painting. He didn't have a vision this time, just inspiration. Besides, he needed the money for his art supplies. "Sell it."
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Two years later
"What? how?" Willow stared at the painting on the screen. She was searching the internet for some more on the scythe, and came across a painting. It was the same scythe; it was clearly Willow. This was the spell, but the date said that it was painted five months prior to the approximate date. "How is that possible?"
Making a note to contact the artist, and use the New Council's resources to track the actual painting, Willow could feel something in her veins. The blood rushing, perhaps, but more like the world at large telling her something, whispering that there was more to this world than just slayers, demons, and witches. Archiving the site, Willow turned off her laptop before standing and stretching. She ignored the buzz for now, instead focusing on the talk she was about to have with giant Dawn.
Thanks for reading!
-Becky & CMK
STORY #1
It was a beautiful day in Sunnydale. Birds were chirping, flowers were in bloom and a happy couple strolled hand in hand through the park. They wordlessly made their way across a small wooden bridge and paused in a grassy area. The pair looked like any other couple in love and nobody could have guessed that they had spent the previous night battling a clan of Kerlick demons. Anya smiled as she watched Xander spread a plaid checkered blanket under the cool shade of an apple blossom tree. She couldn't believe how lucky she was, in a few months time, she would be Mrs. Anya Christina-Emanuela-Jenkins-Harris.
Xander smiled as he gestured for Anya to sit. "This is perfect." She did and snuggled up beside him, but as they were settling in a little brown bunny hopped out from behind a bush toward them and Anya leapt up with a scream.
"What? Is it a demon?" Xander screeched, jumping up and looking around.
"No," Anya replied gravely as she clung to him. "It's worse." She pointed to the offending creature with a look of terror.
Xander laughed. "Aw, it's cute."
"Cute?" Anya repeated in disgust. "I don't like how it's looking at me . . . with its beady little eyes. Make it go away."
"Come on Ahn. It's just a bunny. One little bunny. No sooner had those words left his mouth then two of the bunny's friends joined it, emerging from the same bush as the first. "Okay, three little bunnies." Another four joined them.
"Xander, it's forming an army!"
"Okay, now I'm scared."
The bunnies swarmed around them and as the pair tried to fight them off, a black 1967 Chevrolet Impala skidded to a stop and two strange men emerged and joined in their battle against the bunnies. The four were no match for the sea of creatures who carried Anya away on their backs, leaving Xander to helplessly call after her. Once she was taken, the bunnies disappeared as quickly as they had come, leaving three very confused men behind.
After searching the entire park for over an hour, Xander took the men, whose names he learned to be Dean and Sam, to the Magic Box where they found the Scoobies. Xander had told the brothers about Buffy's abilities on the drive over and they told him how they went on road trips, hunting demons and were in Sunnydale because they heard rumors of the demonic bunnies.
"The bunnies we saw are minions of Morderhaschen, the King Bunny, so to speak," Sam had explained.
Through research they managed to locate the bunnies' lair. From the unguarded entrance they looked inside.
"Don't play innocent with me," Morderhaschen ordered a trembling Anya before bursting into song. "They got those floppy ears and twitchy little noses, and what's with all the carrots, what do they need such good eyesight for anyway. Bunnies, bunnies, it must be bunnies!"
The group rushed in and the battle of all their lives ensued.
STORY #2
As Willow hovered, Indian style, above a spread of world maps, the rest of the Scooby gang tore through hundreds of smaller maps.
Dawn spun a globe with each hand, stopping to jot down the names of the major cities.
Buffy wished she could have it as easy as Dawnie. She had taken the task of locating all of the towns in northern Europe, a job she had no clue would take so long. It didn't help matters that every few seconds, Buffy's mind drifted off to thoughts that she was responsible for all of this. All she could think about was how selfish she had been, selfish and foolish.
It had not even occurred to Buffy that what they did would change thousands (millions?) of girls around the globe. But she did what she had to to get the job done. Now, the reality was setting it. They were responsible for these girls. They had to find all of them.
Buffy was brought back by a thud. Quickly turning around, she saw Willow lying on the table on top of the world map.
Rolling over, Willow said only "I found one. LAPD."
Alicia, face covered in blood, is running down a dark Los Angeles street, disoriented from the pain. Every time the sewer steam spews from the ground, she looses sight of her destination long enough to begin panicking again.
Finally, she reaches the police station.
Safe inside the station, she lets her guard down. Two officers enter the room. One officer informs says her name is Officer Jones and that her partner is Officer Parkman. They sit down and begin to questioning. Jones' first question: Where did all the blood come from?
Alicia looked at Officer Jones as if she were crazy. She was thinking to herself "Moron! I have a giant gash on my forehead" but she could tell by the look on Jones' face that she really didn't know.
As she brought her hand to her forehead, Alicia realized that the pain was gone. When her fingers made contact, she realized that the cut was healed.
After a million questions, Jones exited the room to file the report she had just filled out regarding the attack Alicia had just recounted to her.
As soon as the office door clicked shut, Parkman jumped to his feet and said "You have to come with me. You are in danger. I believe your story."
Sitting in the front of the squad car, she felt safe but frightened. Parkman seemed scared too, and confused.
"Why didn�t Sylar finish you?" he said.
"Who's Sylar?" Alicia thought to herself.
"Long story" Parkman responded.
Before Alicia could question how he knew what she was thinking, she was thrown into the windshield as Parkman slammed on the breaks.
Before passing out, Alicia saw a woman standing in the road, flanked by other girls.
When she awoke, the blond woman was standing over her.
"Where am I? asked Alicia
"A helicopter. Nifty, huh?" Replied Buffy.
STORY #3
Its been a while since Buffy has been in America, even longer since she's been in NY. Of course, she happens to be there when some crazy things are happening. Last night there was a huge explosion in the sky. She had to investigate, the nightly news told her that there was some kind of battle in Kirby Plaza, with many wounded. So she was off to the hospital to see if she could have a chat with some of these people.
After talking to a couple people and getting nothing, she goes into the next room. Of course, the patient is in the bathroom. She waits patiently for him to come and out and when he does, she jumps up from her chair and screams "FORREST!?!?!?". The response she got a look that says "what are you talking about, lady." She was still alarmed so she went to him and grabbed his arm "Is the initiative back? Are they involved in this? Where is Riley?"
"Let go of me" he says and Buffy watches as his arm dematerializes right out of her hand. What Buffy didn't know was that a woman had been watching from the door and ran to Buffy and pulled her hair as tight as she could, jerking Buffy's head back "Leave my family alone" the woman said as she hurls Buffy across the room. "I'm a lot stronger than I look" the blonde says to Buffy.
"Good, then I wont feel bad about doing this" Buffy says as she gets off the floor by doing a twirling kick to the woman's face. A battle ensues. "You're a slayer" Buffy says in the midst of battle.
"I don't know what you're talking about, but I'm sure going to slay your ass" she says with a punch to Buffy's face. Buffy responds with a kick that sends the woman flying towards the huge hospital window, as she hits it the glass crumbles and she tumbles out to the streets below.
"MOM!!!!!!!!" Buffy hears from the doorway, she looks over to see a small boy standing in the doorway. Her stomach drops. What has she done?
"Micah, get out of here!" the man with the familiar face says, clutching his chest.
"This has gone on long enough, Forrest. Tell me whats going on." Buffy demands.
"I don't know who you think I am, but.." he starts.
"You're Forrest Gates, you used to go to U.C. Sunnydale, and you threw a major bitch fit everytime my boyfriend chose to hang out with me instead of you" she shoots back.
"DAD, we have to go take care of mom" the boy says, raising his hands to the walls on either side of him. An electrical current flows through them and the lights in the entire wing of the hospital go out. By the time the emergency lights come on seconds, Buffy is alone in the room. Now she's got more questions than answers.
STORY #4
Buffy patrols the quiet and unforgiving streets of Sunnydale. Suddenly the silence is interrupted by the all to familiar shriek that Buffy is used to hearing. Her head turns quickly, her shadow dancing along the street as she makes her way towards the noise. Her boots slam against the slick sidewalk, echoing through the narrow alleyways. The sound gradually begins to muffle as Buffy realizes, the pavement is covered in blood. She focuses her eyes on a shadowy figure. The street light flickers as the figure turns towards her, the light shining onto a man's face. He raises his blue cap as their eyes catch each other, his intense expression almost seeing through her. A psychotic grin comes across his face as he makes his way towards her. A body falls down onto the ground behind him, the top of it's head detached and it's brains splattering. Buffy beings to circle the man. She reaches into her coat pocket revealing her wooden stake. The man's grin begins to fade, "Are you tryin' to be a Hero lady?" "My name is Buffy, and I'm the slayer, and being a hero is part of my job." She slyly replies, "And speaking of your job, I'm thinking you should take vampire 101, you learn on the first day to go for just the neck." The man slowly lifts his hand and Buffy feels an energy clutching onto the stake. Abruptly it is ripped from her hands and thrust into the air, ending it's course in the palm of his hand. "Nice stick, is this what they use for self defense around here? Not too effective." The man tosses the stake behind him. Buffy darts towards him kicking him in the face. The man falls to the ground. "You're stronger then you look." He says, "Like I said, I'm the slayer." Buffy boasts. He looks up, pure anger sketched on his face, "Well...that's unfortunate...because I'm Sylar." Buffy finds herself being thrown around the narrow alley, slammed from wall to wall. "I like it when they come for me." Sylar says sarcastically, "It makes my job so much easier." He walks up to her aiming his index finger towards her temple. "Let's see what makes you so strong." With the precision of a scalpel, Sylar cuts into Buffy's forehead using only his mind. Suddenly, Spike comes sprinting around the corner with Willow and Xander close behind. "More of you? Why don't you just get in line?" Sylar says arrogantly as he loosens his grip on Buffy. Quickly, Buffy and Spike simultaneously try to attack but feel a strong barrier stopping them and then pushing them back. "Willow it's too powerful!" Xander yells. A glittery mist is dispursed into the air. The mist envelopes Sylar. "Discede!" Willow yells as she claps her hands and Sylar disappears. He materializes above the clouds. As Sylar begins to freefall, the city below seems to patiently await his gruesome fall. Sylar smiles coming to a realization ,"Oh yeah, I'll be back for that power."
STORY #5
The sun was setting as Buffy entered a cemetery. The warm summers' breeze blew through her blonde hair. She heard footsteps behind her; she rolled her eyes as she turned around.
"Spike, what do you want?" Buffy crossed her arms and looked at him suspiciously.
Spike leaned onto a crypt, pulling out his smokes and lighter. "No need to be snippy, love. Just wanted to tell you that some new nasty is in town, making their presence known."
"What kind of demon is it?" Buffy asked.
"The kind that goes around killing things. Don't have any specifics." Spike said as he lit his cigarette.
"Thanks for the blatant warning Spike, I'll keep it in mind." Buffy starts walking away as a vampire lunges at her. She dusts it easily. "Was that the scary new demon?" she called back sarcastically. She turns to see that he has left. When she turned back around to leave she sees two men suddenly in front of her.
One of them ask, "You knew what that was?"
Buffy looks at them, wonderingly, and replied "Of course."
"How? What are you?" The other man asks.
"A Capricorn on the cusp of an Aquarius, you?" Buffy retorts. "I think I'm entitled to some answers. Who are you?"
He hesitates, and then says "I'm Sam, and this is my brother Dean. We heard about this towns' reputation for supernatural occurrences and we decided to check it out."
"Yep, that's our Hellmouth. Attracts all sorts of otherworldly demons. I'm Buffy by the way."
"The vampire slayer?" Dean asked.
"So you've heard of me. Weird."
"Actually more than just this towns' rep brings us here, we've been tracking a demon for awhile now, and it has led us here. Do you think you could help us out?" Dean looked over at Buffy, who seemed to be thinking this over.
"Sure, I heard about the demon you're looking for, don't know much about it though. What's it look like?"
"Yellow with two horns on it's chin, and.."
"Like the one right behind you?"
Dean and Sam turn around, startled. Buffy jumps right in with a roundhouse kick. The demon grabs her foot and throws her to the ground. It then picks her back up with one hand, by the throat and starts strangling her. Sam tries to punch the demon, but the demon swats him away effortlessly. Dean then pulls out a machete and throws it at the demons' leg. It stumbles and Buffy is able to get out of its' grasp.
Buffy takes a moment to catch her breath, and then reaches forward and grabs the demons' head, she turns it easily and the neck cracks. It topples over, dead.
"Well, thanks for the help guys." Buffy says hoarsely.
"No problem, you're one hell of a fighter for a girl." Dean smiles.
"You two aren't too bad either. For guys." She laughs.
"See you around". They turn to leave. A moment later Buffy hears the sound of an engine revving.
STORY #6
A red light flashes at the edge of the dank cell. It sits above, signaling to the prisoner that they are, indeed, being watched. Chains run across the edge of the ceiling, down a wall, and attach themselves to a young blonde female, battered and bruised after days of battle. She pulls, and wails. She cannot break free. She pulls again, this time banging her head in anger, causing her blonde hair to swirl around her oval face. It is messy, unkempt, and barely blonde, after so much time without chemical products. Suddenly, a figure appears on another side of a glass wall. The figure also shares the same color hair, albeit in better condition than the prisoner.
"Hi Buffy. I'm Juliet."
"Can you hear me?" She hears the sound of pulled chains. "I'll take that as a yes."
"Where are my friends?"
"If you want to talk, I'm happy to..."
"Tell me where my friends are!"
"I will - if you let go of the chain"
"You think I'm stupid!"
"I think you're stubborn."
"If you touch Angel, or Spike, I will come after you."
"Your threats are empty. You have no idea the forces at work here."
"Who's watching me?"
"What do you do Buffy, what's your profession?"
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
"Try me."
"Cashier. Doublemeat Palace. I do it for the customers; I'm most definitely all about people."
"Are you married?"
"In my line of work? It's hard to stay alive long enough to have a boyfriend who's not off sleeping with vampires."
"Vampires?"
"I mean, sleazy women."
"For some reason, I don't buy it."
Buffy's mind transports her back in time, running through different times, places, people...
"I wanted to know what you felt. I wanted to know why Dracula and Angel have so much power over you."
"This isn't your fault. It's mine. I feel like hell for what I've put you through. It's just... these girls-"
"Vampires. Killers."
"They made me feel something, Buffy. Something I didn't even know I was missing until-"
"I can't. I can't hear this..." Buffy says between tears and runs off, leaving the one man who could offer her true normality, behind.
"Well, you really should."
"Should I? If you're so down on life, why do you want your friends?"
"They're all I have left."
"Where had you been before the plane crashed?"
"Sydney."
"What were you doing there?"
"Visiting an old friend."
"Any particular reason?"
"She died."
"Tragic. How so?"
"Drug overdose."
"So, why are you here?" Buffy says, turning the tables.
"For the same reasons as you are."
"And what might those be?"
"That's for me to know, and you'll be lucky if you find out."
STORY #7
Isaac Mendez was starting to feel the rush, that thing he needed to see the future. He had his paint and brushes beside him but the canvas was still empty. All he wanted was to help save New York; that was his excuse for staying on the heroin. It helped him be a hero.
Finally.
His eyes went white, and his brush went wild. Paint, paint, paint, stroke, stroke, stroke. Fill, fill, fill. What he was seeing, he had no clue. He never could remember what it was he saw; if only he could hone his powers more clearly. Then, he could help more than just basic images, hard to interpret until the fact.
When he came out of the trance, he looked at the canvas. This was new, none of the people or places he'd come to recognize from his previous encounters.
A white-haired woman, sitting on the floor holding a weapon. She looked serene, at peace. She wasn't in trouble, or so he thought. There was no helix. No eclipse. No markings on her neck.
"What is this?" He stared at the painting some more. That's how Simone found him the next morning. He was just staring at the painting. At least he'd managed to finish the painting this time, but what was it? This was nothing like his previous paintings. Who was this white-haired woman? She looked powerful, strong despite her small stature.
"I don't know. I can't remember." Isaac just continued to stare at the painting. There was a small Willow tree in the background, but the room reminded him of high school classrooms. The glow that emanated around the woman was halo-like, she just glowed.
"This isn't like your others. Something's different." Simone tried to find anything that connected this strange woman to the others. "Who is she?"
"I told you I don't remember. I don't know." Isaac just stared at the painting again before turning away. This one wasn't going to help him save New York. This was just some painting. He didn't have a vision this time, just inspiration. Besides, he needed the money for his art supplies. "Sell it."
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Two years later
"What? how?" Willow stared at the painting on the screen. She was searching the internet for some more on the scythe, and came across a painting. It was the same scythe; it was clearly Willow. This was the spell, but the date said that it was painted five months prior to the approximate date. "How is that possible?"
Making a note to contact the artist, and use the New Council's resources to track the actual painting, Willow could feel something in her veins. The blood rushing, perhaps, but more like the world at large telling her something, whispering that there was more to this world than just slayers, demons, and witches. Archiving the site, Willow turned off her laptop before standing and stretching. She ignored the buzz for now, instead focusing on the talk she was about to have with giant Dawn.
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