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the soter is to be dormant in the second - The Book of
Marduk 9:13-17 --------------------------------- Chaos reigned
around her, the fire dancing it's way up the walls and across the floor. The
structure seemed as if it was about to collapse, but eerily it stayed string
and defiant. A pair of red
glowing eyes locked onto Buffy. The man standing over her looking down to
Buffy's pleading face. The crystal he held in his hands sparkled in Buffy's
eyes. She was transfixed, but completely aware of what was going on around
her. "I'm glad
I'm gonna be the one who finally finishes off the slayer. Many people have
tried. Hell, not even people. Things! But the person, who finishes off the
slayer, is just a mere old human. Isn't that amazing?" Quentin stood
there looking at Buffy. Buffy broke
away from the long stare at the crystal. She could see her closest friends
from all angles, running towards Quentin. She looked back at the dreary man,
and his eyes suddenly glowed red. She prepared to scream out to her friends,
however it was too late. Quentin had already aimed his hands at her friends
and they were thrown back towards the wall simultaneously. The crystal was
now levitating in the air by itself, while Quentin performed magic on her
friends. Quentin rose his hands, and the Scooby gang began to rise up off the
floor. He clicked his fingers and immediately blue bubbles appeared around
Xander, Giles, Willow, Cordelia and Angel. He had finally returned to Buffy,
and now he was a human...no longer vampire. Frantically
they all tried to free themselves from the bubbles, but to no avail. Buffy
now fully realised the power that was to be unleashed onto the world. She had
been told that tonight the slaying would stop for good, but no-one knew what
that had meant. Was the slayer to die ? Would there be eternal peace from the
Vampire, demons and other non-worldly activities ? Tonight, she would find
out. Once again she
looked up towards Quentin. His hands were glowing from the magic that flowed
through him. Quentin clapped his hands together, and grabbed the crystal once
again. He began to chant witchcraft, and the crystal began to glow. She had been
told of the power of this crystal. With the right commands, it would open a
portal from the darkest regions of limbo. Every single creature imaginable
would be released to create havoc on the earth, to rightly reclaim it. Buffy wasn't
going to let this happen, she couldn't. It was her right to save the world
tonight, and it was a prophecy that foresaw her death tonight. Buffy knew it,
for tonight she would die. Quentin spoke
once again, but didn't look at Buffy. He concentrated his vision on the
vortex that was forming in front of him, and behind Buffy. "Do you
like this Buffy ? For this is what will kill you tonight, this is what will
heal the Earth. This is what will change everything. You cannot stop it
Buffy, for Marduk has it written in stone..." Buffy didn't
like this, if he was to succeed the Earth would be reclaimed by the demons.
She had to stop it, and she knew that the only way she could was to kill
herself and Quentin. Buffy cocked her head to look at the portal. She could
just see her friends in absent horror. Willow however was chanting a spell
and Buffy knew what it was. The bubbles suddenly disappeared and everyone
fell back to the ground. The portal
suddenly flashed, and turned a dark green. Immediately demons began to appear
from it. Willow began chanting again whilst Giles and Xander grabbed anything
they could get to battle the demons with. Giles pulled out his revolver and
started to shoot the demons in the eyes. The demons disappeared. Xander saw
how this worked, and started to poke the demons in the eyes with wood and
metal poles. Willow then turned into a huge fireball, and flew towards the
portal to close it. Quentin saw this and used his magic to restrict her. She
turned back to her normal form, and fell in front of the portal. Laying on
the ground, Willow looked up at the demons that were standing around her.
Horror filled her face as she knew what was to happen. Once of the demons
picked her up and began to throw her across the room. Willow now became a
ball for the demons evil game of volleyball. Willow hit the wall opposite the
demons, and Xander saw this. He ran over to Willow and stood in front of her,
braving the oncoming demons. Giles then ran over, and stood next to Xander
and began to battle the demons once again. They became crowded, and within
seconds Buffy couldn't see her friends. The Demons had surrounded them, and
what was happening now was anyone's guess. Buffy then
remembered a chant that Willow had taught her just before entering the
building. She jumped up from beneath Quentin and placed her hands on the
crystal. "What do
you expect to accomplish in this infernal....." Quentin realised what
she was doing. The demons were now being pulled back into the vortex. Long
strands of blue swirl began to reach out and grab the demons, and upon touch
contact of the strands the demons would slowly disappear in a mass of loose
molecules. "NO
!" Soon enough all the demons had disappeared and Buffy continued to
chant. Willow got up, with the aid of Giles and Xander and heard what her
friend was saying. The vortex
appeared instantly in a flash of white light, but a new vortex was slowly
being created from the crystal. Both Buffy and Quentin became enveloped in
the vortex, and were now inside a giant blue ball. Giles, Willow and Xander
could plainly see Quentin trying to break away from Buffy, but Buffy kept him
in place. The blue ball now began to shrink, and contract. Within a matter of
seconds it became the height of both Buffy and Quentin, and continued to
shrink. "Quentin,
If I'm going down," Buffy started. "You're coming down with me
!" Suddenly immense pain filled both Quentin and Buffy. They both
screamed out aloud as their molecules began to fall apart. They were falling
apart like sand trickling through the hands of an 8 year old. The fire all
around them began to disappear and fall into the centre of the bubble. Soon
enough all the fire in the building was now in and around the bubble. Willow
screamed for her friend. Suddenly the bubble exploded in a flash of white light,
and disappeared. --------------------------------- "NO
!" The girl shot up in her bed, breathing heavily from the nightmare she
just had. Her body was damp from her own sweat, and her covers were on the floor
as they had fallen off her during her movement in her bed during the night.
She looked to her clock. In it's bright green digital letters, it read
2:15am. --------------------------------- Veronica was
standing in her favourite nightgown looking out to the London skyline. Her
bedroom in the OXO tower gave her the most beautiful view of London. Sure it
may not be the most hygienic place to live, London, but it was one of the
most glamorous places in England at night. "These
are computer-generated clothes that are projected around the body from a
digital necklace. Thermal insulation is provided by a variable, kinetic force
field that agitated air molecules adjacent to the body to provide heat. The
opacity of the virtual garment can be controlled by a small, hand-held
unit." Veronica remembered from a magazine article. Teenagers had much
fun with these soft clothes when they were able to hack the code for a girl's
garment and render it transparent while she was bending over. Girls had equal
fun by making guys' clothing transparent while they were looking at the girl
bending over. However, new advances in this field stopped these kids from
making these practical jokes. Mobile phones
had evolved too. They had been changed into watches. You speak the persons
name, it dials and you see the person on the other end on your wristwatch. It
even had an option to create a holographic representation of the person you
were speaking to. Veronica
turned away from the glistening lights of the city and decided to put some
pressure on her wrist with her other hand to ease the swelling pain. However
in doing so, she released her hand from the cut on her forehead, so more
blood trickled known her face. ::And yet
another body has been found in the city of London today by what looks like
another victim of the serial killer that seems to be roaming around London.
Police have identified the body but are not yet giving out any information as
to who the person is. However they have disclosed information onto how the
victim was injured, by massive blood loss. As to how the blood was drained
from her body, the police have told us that they do not yet know. Yet again,
this body was discovered by an anonymous person who had alerted the police.
This reporter suspects that the attacker has a conscience, and feels that the
police must be alerted. This is Jane Kushoto reporting for Sky News:: "New age
reporters. What a piece of crap." She then took the position and
mimicked the reporter. "'This reporter suspects that the attacker has a
conscience, and feels that the police must be alerted.' What a bunch of crap.
These reporters should just read the news, then shut the hell up". She
stood in front of the TV for a few seconds in total silence. "Well at
least they got my call," Veronica breathed. "Vampire's are too much
for a Watcher to take on, and at 3 in the morning, this is getting too
much." Veronica was
no ordinary girl. Sure, the watcher thing was different, but she was also
psychic. Although she hadn't been properly trained, she could do anything she
wanted. Well, sort of. Levitating pencils, bending spoons, and almost reading
people's thoughts was the most she could do. Veronica was a medium height
brunette, standing at about 5"8' she was the only woman at the Watcher's
main headquarters in London. Unfortunately the council still believe in good
old fashioned English ways, they don't exactly like girls taking over
"male" jobs. However, because of her roots, she has become a
valuable asset. Using her
thin, sporty figure she was able to battle vampires fairly well, hell, better
than most people could ever fight. Everyday she ran around the streets of
London to keep fit, and appeared at the door of the Gym a few days a week to
work out. Veronica
turned off the Holographic projection and went to her kitchen to fill a glass
of water. She had been doing the night slaying ever since she became a
watcher, and she still hates it. She didn't even want to be a watcher, but
does she have a choice ? All watchers all over the world have had to be a
temp slayer because of an absence of the slayer. The Watchers Council has
increased five-fold to compensate for the lack of a slayer. The scary fact
was that most of the watchers were unofficial watchers. What would they do if
they found a slayer ? Any slayer ? The chances of that happening were one in
a couple of trillion. There hadn't been a slayer in three generations. The
last watcher that had looked after a slayer was Rupert Giles back in 2003,
her great grandfather. But what continued to confuse Veronica was the
question "Why hasn't there been another slayer ?" Giles had seen
Buffy die right in front of his eyes and, according to the rules, there
should be another slayer. However, there isn't another slayer. Many potential
slayers, but no actual slayers. She even kept in contact with the only
potential slayer in England, Clara. Veronica had a feeling about Clara, but
she didn't quite know what it was. A New slayer
has to be found soon though. After the Sunnydale hellmouth was destroyed by
Buffy and co, another had been slowly created. Where exactly ? None other
than London. The actual whereabouts in London, no-one knows. It hadn't
surfaced just yet. The Watchers council knew it was there, because of the
increasing amount of Vampires, demons and the undead. Even the magical
influence over the city had increased, with more people figuring out how to
use witchcraft. Again Veronica
looked out of the window whilst drinking her tap water. It was a view of the
River Thames, and at night the river shimmered like glass. It was a truly
memorizing sight. "Beautiful
isn't it ?" A voice coolly cut through the air behind Veronica. She
slowly pressed a button on her uninjured wrist projecting a wooden stake into
her hand, and span around aiming it at the intruders heart. The man suddenly
screamed and jumped back hitting a glass table, falling over it and landing
on the automatic vacuum cleaner setting it off on a cleaning rampage.
Realising who the person in front of her was she pulled back the stake and put
it down. She ran over to help her friend up. And he DID
have a tendency to sneak up on people. --------------------------------- A man stood on
a lone piece of rock in a huge cavern. Mist swirled around him, as if the
mist particles were praying to their god. In front of him, a blue swirl
hovered. It looked like it could be screwed up and thrown away. It was thin,
it didn't even have an edge, and it was just like a hole. Behind the man,
thousands upon thousands of creatures stood. All growing weary and impatient.
Some kicking off small fights with each other, only to be stopped by their
sorcerer . It seemed wrong. A small male controlling hoards of monsters
thrice his height. It all seemed wrong, but so did his plan. "An eon
has passed while we have waited ! An eon in this hell hole ! However, this is
what we had to endure to get our land back." His then face turned of
that to disgust. He walked over to the demon a few feet to his left. "We have
handed back the slayer to her reality. Now everything has been set in motion
!" The man stepped down from the rock, and began walking through the
crowd of monsters, all moving out of his way. Some growled at him, some
almost lunged at him, but they knew they had to obey him. He walked up to the
fire in the middle of the cavern. Slowly, he brought his hands together at
his chest as if he was praying. His hands then balled up. A purple glow
surrounded his hands and he started to shake. A groan could be heard from his
throat, then suddenly he shot his hands up above him and beam of purple
colour appeared from his hands which reached the ceiling. He moved his hands
in front of him, and aimed at a demon. The beam hit the demon, and straight
away the demon started to scream. It started to
change. The demon grew smaller, and more human like features. The surrounding
demons stepped back whilst the transformation was occurring. Then as fast as
it had started, the beam disappeared. The demon fell to the floor convulsing. --------------------------------- Fate has a way
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