Post by lecter on Mar 22, 2008 5:50:02 GMT -5
This is my Buffy The Vampire Slayer fan fiction, it's more of a Buffy spin off story with the main character (Merrick) being of my own creation. Yes I am aware that the watcher from the original Buffy movie (played by the wonderful Donald Sutherland) was called Merrick, but I didn't know that when I started the story.
I'll post the prologue and the first chapter here for you, let me know if you like it and I'll post more.
Enjoy.
Late at night in a small, single-storey bungalow a red haired, dainty woman sits watching some American show on the television. When a knock sounds at the door she glances around and furrows her brows wondering who it could be at this time of night.
She rises from her seat and heads over to the door, picking up a stake from the table on her way. She opens the door to reveal a shabbily dressed, bedraggled, disheveled, and slightly weatherbeaten Tara Maclay looking as though she has not a drop of energy left in her.
Willow Rosenberg's mouth falls open in shock and she drops the stake. Tara collapses forward into her old lovers arms. Willow holds her close savoring for a moment the fact that Tara is actually corporeal, realizing but not wanting to believe that this is impossible.
“Tara, baby... what happened... Tara...”
Some distance away a man stands in the shadow of a tall tree his long coat billowing to reveal black trousers and combat boots. He watches the reuniting of the two women, a sad smile creeping across his lips. His eyes covering the distance and piercing the darkness without even any need to strain.
I have a tale to tell... a tale of violence and destruction... a tale of friendship and of misery... of love and of hate... of good and of evil... this tale... is not for the faint hearted...
In a dark room three men sit around a table talking heatedly about their wives, how bad their cooking is, and the fate of the world. One of the three picks up an ancient scroll of parchment and holds it up to the other three.
“Are you all forgetting the reason we broke sacred tradition and met here tonight?”
“Of course Methuselah. However the niceties must be addressed before we can begin to discuss business.” Spoke a second voice.
“The prophecies of Kain are shabby at best, they are unclear and cryptic. Are we sure of the meaning of the section in question?” Spoke the third.
“I have no doubt whatsoever,” replied Methuselah
“Then...” Began the second speaker “we are in some amount of nuts aren't we.”
“If time was tampered with why didn't Osiris bring her back when the witch called him?” the question was raised by the third speaker.
“Because, Matthias even though the boy went back in time to try and change things he killed the girl with a gun, that is a natural death apparently... a paradox, but an accepted one.” Said Methuselah.
“So that's it then, all we have done ruined because some kid wanted to be powerful. All that we have worked for comes to nothing because of a stray bullet and there is nothing we can do about it.”
“That's a very optimistic outlook on things isn't it Mattimeo?” The speaker was a fourth person emerging from the shadows, and judging by the startled reactions of the other three he was not expected to be there. The stranger was wearing dark leather trousers and a black jumper with a floor length black canvas coat. He had relatively short jet black hair which fell in neat curtains just above his eyes, which were a striking blue.
“This is a sacred gathering of an ancient council. You are not permitted to enter these chambers.” Spoke Methuselah.
“Need I remind you Methuselah that it was my people who founded this council ten thousand years ago. My father sat at the head of this council in ancient times and I was destined to follow him.” said the stranger.
“That was before you became a mass murdering lunatic.”
“And there I was hoping you'd put that behind you after a thousand years.”
Methuselah stood up, he was a lot taller than he looked sitting down and stood a full head above the stranger, who was a tall man anyway.
“Did you actually have any business here or did you just feel the need to intrude on a sacred gathering?”
The stranger nodded and took a step back so he could lean against the wall, the shadows making him all but invisible. The three members of this council could not see well in the dark, they were old and their sight was beginning to fail them; but also they were human. The stranger being so much more than human could see as clearly in the dark as he could in broad daylight.
“I'll bring her back.” The stranger spoke from the shadows and Methuselah raised his eyebrows in a look of disapproval.
“And exactly how do you plan on doing that?”
“I'm not sure, but i have an idea. I do however need something.”
“And what might that be?”
“The full resources of this council at my disposal so that I-”
“absolutely not! That's an outrage.” Matthias was the speaker. He had been quiet for a while now but he rose to his feet with such force he knocked his chair over. “The resources of this council are available to no-one but the members themselves.”
“So you would be willing to let the world end because of some tradition, because you don't want to share.” The stranger stepped from the shadows and drew level with Matthias, his eyes had taken on a strange red tint to them. “You know I would not ask but judging by what I heard earlier you need all the help you can get.”
“I don't care, we cannot-”
“That's enough Matthias, we will give you what you need if you're sure you can do what you say you can.”
“I think I can, I still need to look into a few things.”
“There is one condition to this though. You must put everything you need by us first, and this condition is non-negotiable so don't bother arguing Merrick.”
“Very well.” Replied Merrick. He bowed and turned to leave when Methuselah called out to him.
“What exactly made you decide to get back into the game anyway?”
Merrick looked back over his shoulder and replied: “I was bored.” He then let himself out and the three old men who formed the council of Aramatheus returned to their seats to discuss this new development.
The petite blonde slayer did and impressive flip kick knocking the vampire to the floor, but the second one came up behind her and grabbed her, but she was too strong and threw him over her head to the floor. She pulled a stake from inside her leather coat and stabbed the grounded vampire in the heart. She then turned her attention to the second vampire.
All this was being watched by a short blond boy who was holding a cross and looked more than a little scared.
He was in turn being watched from the shadow of a tree by Merrick. He looked a little impressed with the way Buffy handled herself against the vampires.
After she finished off the two vampires she turned to Andrew and shook her head.
“I'd tell you you know better and that you should be more careful but it won't make any difference so I'm not going to... well I just did so there you go.” She rolled her eyes at her own idiocy and walked away. She felt a presence behind her and turned to look in the shadows where Merrick had been standing seconds before but there was nothing there. She shrugged her shoulders and walked away.
Andrew also walked home, clutching his cross to his chest and looking around like a frightened rabbit all the way. And when he finally got home he locked all seven locks on his door behind him.
He put the cross down on the table and leaned against the wall letting out a sigh of relief. A knocking sound rang out from his door causing him to almost literally jump in the air in surprise. He smiled and shook his head at his own nervousness and opened the door to reveal Merrick standing in the doorway.
“Hello Andrew.” He said before his fist connected with Andrews face knocking him unconscious and causing him to fall back into the house. Merrick stepped over the threshold and swooped Andrew up, picked up his keys on the way out and bundled him into his own car. Merrick got in the front and drove away.
Andrew woke on a sandy floor up against a damp rock wall, he rubbed his eyes as he got used to the dark, the cavern was lit by a single flaming torch placed in a bracket in the wall. After his eyes got used to the dark he scanned the room. He noticed something on the wall opposite him and slid closer to get a better look. It was a large triangle full of strange writing with a large eye at the centre. Andrews eyes widened with horror as he realized where he was.
“Oh no... not here... this.. this is where... where it all began...” he stuttered aloud.
“And this is where it all ends.” spoke a voice from the shadows.
Andrew turned to see Merrick walking towards him.
“What did you do... what do want with me.?”
Merrick simply kept walking and grabbed Andrew by his hair dragging him to his feet and over to the triangle on the wall. He pulled a cruel looking knife from this pocket and looked from Andrew to the Triangle and back again.
“Begun by blood,” He raised the knife. “By blood undone,” he brought the knife down, the steel flashing in the flickering firelight.
TBC
I'll post the prologue and the first chapter here for you, let me know if you like it and I'll post more.
Enjoy.
Prologue.
Cleveland, Europe.
Late at night in a small, single-storey bungalow a red haired, dainty woman sits watching some American show on the television. When a knock sounds at the door she glances around and furrows her brows wondering who it could be at this time of night.
She rises from her seat and heads over to the door, picking up a stake from the table on her way. She opens the door to reveal a shabbily dressed, bedraggled, disheveled, and slightly weatherbeaten Tara Maclay looking as though she has not a drop of energy left in her.
Willow Rosenberg's mouth falls open in shock and she drops the stake. Tara collapses forward into her old lovers arms. Willow holds her close savoring for a moment the fact that Tara is actually corporeal, realizing but not wanting to believe that this is impossible.
“Tara, baby... what happened... Tara...”
Some distance away a man stands in the shadow of a tall tree his long coat billowing to reveal black trousers and combat boots. He watches the reuniting of the two women, a sad smile creeping across his lips. His eyes covering the distance and piercing the darkness without even any need to strain.
I have a tale to tell... a tale of violence and destruction... a tale of friendship and of misery... of love and of hate... of good and of evil... this tale... is not for the faint hearted...
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Undoing What Was Done Pt 1
Biloxi, Mississippi.
Some 2 years earlier.
Some 2 years earlier.
In a dark room three men sit around a table talking heatedly about their wives, how bad their cooking is, and the fate of the world. One of the three picks up an ancient scroll of parchment and holds it up to the other three.
“Are you all forgetting the reason we broke sacred tradition and met here tonight?”
“Of course Methuselah. However the niceties must be addressed before we can begin to discuss business.” Spoke a second voice.
“The prophecies of Kain are shabby at best, they are unclear and cryptic. Are we sure of the meaning of the section in question?” Spoke the third.
“I have no doubt whatsoever,” replied Methuselah
“Then...” Began the second speaker “we are in some amount of nuts aren't we.”
“If time was tampered with why didn't Osiris bring her back when the witch called him?” the question was raised by the third speaker.
“Because, Matthias even though the boy went back in time to try and change things he killed the girl with a gun, that is a natural death apparently... a paradox, but an accepted one.” Said Methuselah.
“So that's it then, all we have done ruined because some kid wanted to be powerful. All that we have worked for comes to nothing because of a stray bullet and there is nothing we can do about it.”
“That's a very optimistic outlook on things isn't it Mattimeo?” The speaker was a fourth person emerging from the shadows, and judging by the startled reactions of the other three he was not expected to be there. The stranger was wearing dark leather trousers and a black jumper with a floor length black canvas coat. He had relatively short jet black hair which fell in neat curtains just above his eyes, which were a striking blue.
“This is a sacred gathering of an ancient council. You are not permitted to enter these chambers.” Spoke Methuselah.
“Need I remind you Methuselah that it was my people who founded this council ten thousand years ago. My father sat at the head of this council in ancient times and I was destined to follow him.” said the stranger.
“That was before you became a mass murdering lunatic.”
“And there I was hoping you'd put that behind you after a thousand years.”
Methuselah stood up, he was a lot taller than he looked sitting down and stood a full head above the stranger, who was a tall man anyway.
“Did you actually have any business here or did you just feel the need to intrude on a sacred gathering?”
The stranger nodded and took a step back so he could lean against the wall, the shadows making him all but invisible. The three members of this council could not see well in the dark, they were old and their sight was beginning to fail them; but also they were human. The stranger being so much more than human could see as clearly in the dark as he could in broad daylight.
“I'll bring her back.” The stranger spoke from the shadows and Methuselah raised his eyebrows in a look of disapproval.
“And exactly how do you plan on doing that?”
“I'm not sure, but i have an idea. I do however need something.”
“And what might that be?”
“The full resources of this council at my disposal so that I-”
“absolutely not! That's an outrage.” Matthias was the speaker. He had been quiet for a while now but he rose to his feet with such force he knocked his chair over. “The resources of this council are available to no-one but the members themselves.”
“So you would be willing to let the world end because of some tradition, because you don't want to share.” The stranger stepped from the shadows and drew level with Matthias, his eyes had taken on a strange red tint to them. “You know I would not ask but judging by what I heard earlier you need all the help you can get.”
“I don't care, we cannot-”
“That's enough Matthias, we will give you what you need if you're sure you can do what you say you can.”
“I think I can, I still need to look into a few things.”
“There is one condition to this though. You must put everything you need by us first, and this condition is non-negotiable so don't bother arguing Merrick.”
“Very well.” Replied Merrick. He bowed and turned to leave when Methuselah called out to him.
“What exactly made you decide to get back into the game anyway?”
Merrick looked back over his shoulder and replied: “I was bored.” He then let himself out and the three old men who formed the council of Aramatheus returned to their seats to discuss this new development.
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Cleveland, Europe.
2 weeks later.
2 weeks later.
The petite blonde slayer did and impressive flip kick knocking the vampire to the floor, but the second one came up behind her and grabbed her, but she was too strong and threw him over her head to the floor. She pulled a stake from inside her leather coat and stabbed the grounded vampire in the heart. She then turned her attention to the second vampire.
All this was being watched by a short blond boy who was holding a cross and looked more than a little scared.
He was in turn being watched from the shadow of a tree by Merrick. He looked a little impressed with the way Buffy handled herself against the vampires.
After she finished off the two vampires she turned to Andrew and shook her head.
“I'd tell you you know better and that you should be more careful but it won't make any difference so I'm not going to... well I just did so there you go.” She rolled her eyes at her own idiocy and walked away. She felt a presence behind her and turned to look in the shadows where Merrick had been standing seconds before but there was nothing there. She shrugged her shoulders and walked away.
Andrew also walked home, clutching his cross to his chest and looking around like a frightened rabbit all the way. And when he finally got home he locked all seven locks on his door behind him.
He put the cross down on the table and leaned against the wall letting out a sigh of relief. A knocking sound rang out from his door causing him to almost literally jump in the air in surprise. He smiled and shook his head at his own nervousness and opened the door to reveal Merrick standing in the doorway.
“Hello Andrew.” He said before his fist connected with Andrews face knocking him unconscious and causing him to fall back into the house. Merrick stepped over the threshold and swooped Andrew up, picked up his keys on the way out and bundled him into his own car. Merrick got in the front and drove away.
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A cave in the middle of the dessert, southern California.
3 days later.
3 days later.
Andrew woke on a sandy floor up against a damp rock wall, he rubbed his eyes as he got used to the dark, the cavern was lit by a single flaming torch placed in a bracket in the wall. After his eyes got used to the dark he scanned the room. He noticed something on the wall opposite him and slid closer to get a better look. It was a large triangle full of strange writing with a large eye at the centre. Andrews eyes widened with horror as he realized where he was.
“Oh no... not here... this.. this is where... where it all began...” he stuttered aloud.
“And this is where it all ends.” spoke a voice from the shadows.
Andrew turned to see Merrick walking towards him.
“What did you do... what do want with me.?”
Merrick simply kept walking and grabbed Andrew by his hair dragging him to his feet and over to the triangle on the wall. He pulled a cruel looking knife from this pocket and looked from Andrew to the Triangle and back again.
“Begun by blood,” He raised the knife. “By blood undone,” he brought the knife down, the steel flashing in the flickering firelight.
TBC
