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Post by $øþhî€ on Sept 17, 2005 13:49:54 GMT
'Welcome to Hellmouth' A girl growled, ducking as the nails of a rogue vampire sliced across her back. I don't need this! She thought grumpily, jumping backwards. She could see the others closing in; the other vampires, that is. She was pushed to the ground, and swiftly grabbed the stake that had earlier been knocked from her hand. Furiously, she jabbed the area where she knew the vampire's heart lay beneath, as it moved towards her neck. Suddenly, the vampire was no more than dust; a pile of dust. Straightening up, Buffy the Vampire Slayer looked around. It was her duty, as the Vampire Slayer, to eliminate all forces of evil. She'd fought many vampires in the years she'd known she was the Chosen One for her generation, the Slayer. 'Like I said, welcome to Hellmouth.' She repeated, glaring at the on-coming vampires. She sprung up onto a grave, studying the area in dismay, as she realised there were more vampires heading for her than she'd originally thought. Hellmouth was just what it sounded like; the Mouth to Hell. It was currently situated beneath the Principal's Office in Sunnydale High, and had been that way for a few months now; since the school had been re-built.
She remained standing on the grave, looking around in the hopes that one of her friends would come, or just someone, to help or save her...
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Post by Miss F. Atigue on Sept 17, 2005 18:19:05 GMT
What was all this commotion then? Melissa chuckled as she wandered back into the grave yard that she had taken to calling home, travelling gently through the collection of vampires already on the scene. Probably the slayer, she pondered, no normal human would attract this much attention. With a wave of a delicate hand at one near the back whom she knew, a touch looking man with tattoos covering his arms and chest, she turned away to get to a better vantage point- heading towards a tomb far enough away to be safe from the prying hands of Buffy but close enough to see the fighting as it went on. Scrambling up the polished white surface that made the construction she kept grip with her hands, flipping a brown paper bag filled with comics onto the roof before following them. The tomb was quite grand in a simplistic way- the roof mainly flat but slightly sloped down wards in both directions, the decoration being a lion slinking round one corner and the family engraved upon the top. It was obviously quiet new. With a little, not all sane, giggle she stretched across the surface on her front, lifting her legs to wave them slowly in the air as she watched, while drawing out the first comic out of the bag and flipping to the first page.
Hellblazer was totally worth the expense of breaking into shops to obtain; that Constantine- so rugged and down to the point. Melissa couldn’t break the habit. The tattooed vampire had followed her to stand by the tomb, his face still warped ready for a kill.
“You can always go try and take a piece out of the pretty little slayer, Bib.” She cooed, pulling herself towards the edge with her hands, being careful not to crumble the comic. Resting her chin on her hand she looked down with grey eyes, eye brow raised at him. He grunted, taking his face back to its normal status, in which he actually looked quite good. “And be slain? Not fucking likely.” [/i] Mellisa gave a small chuckle before turning back to the illustrations, flicking onto the next page, eyes scanning the words at a casual rate. She could always continue to read after light broke down where it was dark. Bib had stalked round behind the tomb, obviously not wanting to watch the fighting in case he was drawn inexplicably into it all. Melissa was tempted when she looked over, every vampire wanted to be the one to kill the slayer, but she had a bit of sense- even if the rest of her mind wasn’t all there.[/center]
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Post by $øþhî€ on Sept 17, 2005 19:30:01 GMT
'I really need some help!' Buffy muttered to herself, studying the relentless vampires uneasily. Her heart pounded against her chest and she looked skywards, wishing it was dawn. She knew the sun wouldn't rise for a few more hours, yet, she still hoped it would rise right there and then. And kill all the vampires; turn them to dust. 'Come and get me!' She snapped to one vampire, who, his face twisted into the more vampiric look, leapt at her. He pounced towards her, as one slunk behind. Growling to herself, Buffy looked about frantically for something to kill them. A stake? She'd already killed four vampires, and lost all of her other stakes in the process. Instead, she grabbed off the top of the statue on the tombstone she stood on, and snapped it off. Sharp and pointed, Buffy knew it would act like a stake. And that was what she wanted.
Leaping forth, she jabbed the stake into the vamp's heart, and felt the life drain from it's body as it turned to ash. 'Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust.' She joked, knowing full well know was not the time for jokes. She sought a sharp stick and snapped it in two, piercing the heart of the vampire behind her with one half, and holding out the other half threateningly. 'C'mon then. Come and get me.' She dared the vampires, apparantly oblivious to the fact that they outnumbered her immensely...
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Post by Miss F. Atigue on Sept 17, 2005 20:20:31 GMT
Okay, it was starting to get annoyed now by the agonised screams of the falling vampires. It was completely ruining the effect of trying to imagine the agonised screams in the comic, how was she meant to imagine with depth if some complete idiots where being slain just a few feet away. Looking back up at the scene in front of her she snarled, face creasing forwards into its vampire look, eyes watching through the warped brow. What did she need to do to get some piece and quiet? In the town it had been bustling with drunken teen-agers, the alleys had been too dark and the parks had been too alive with fainter sounds and repulsive smells. It was probably an odd look, a girl probably no older then twenty trying to read comic books at the dead of night. How she was reading them was hard to tell, but the night sky was reasonably clear and the surface of the tomb she was situated on reflected the dim light of the moon twice fold. Shutting the comic book she slipped it back into the bag and slipped it down into a crevice between the stone work that would be blamed on young vandals, but had been caused between a particularly nasty fight between two younger vampires. Snorting lightly at the memory, she slipped down off the tomb, fingers gripping as well as she could to stop her self falling and seeming completely out of it. Her feet hit the floor with a light click from the kitten heels she was wearing. Bib had already rounded the corner to stand next to her. “They need to keep it down.” She indicated the crowd with a finger.
Bib nodded with a chuckle, it was hard to tell whether it was with her or at her but he joined her as she strode to the edge of the podium that the tomb was nestled on, her vampire features still replacing her normal face. Bib’s own face transformed as he held two fingers to his mouth and whistled loudly to gain their attention. “Would you lot keep it down?” [/i] He bellowed, raising a hand to indicate lowering the volume, before taking a step back into the shadows again, the tattoos on his body glowing faintly in the dim light. Melissa was left to stand alone, looking very much she vampire picture. “Why don’t you go mess around with your precious vampire toys, slayer?” She snarled, head cocking to one side, her brown hair flicking lightly. “You’ve got through enough.” Damn right. Melissa had liked Spike when he’d arrived on the scene, even if he had been stuck with Drucilla. What had she done to him? Literally messed him up bad. Souls? What a loud of crap.[/center]
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Post by $øþhî€ on Sept 17, 2005 20:31:41 GMT
The Slayer's eyes were drawn to the two vampires as they approached, and she scowled slightly. 'This day just gets better and better.' She grumbled, glaring icilly. 'Vampire toys?' She repeated, looking rather amused. She knew what the vampire was talking about, and grimaced slightly. 'I'm glad to know you care.' She joked, still finding it amusing that the female vampire was talking to her, rather calmly for a vampire. 'And you two would be?' She asked, silently thrusting the other end of the stick into the chest of a vampire, missing his heart. 'Shit.' She sighed, looking around for something else. She could see the fence of the cemetary, but her pathway to it was blocked by many of the vampires. Great. She thought bitterly, glancing around at the floor. She noticed a broken glass bottle, but shook her head. That wouldn't do. Instead, she shoved the vampire with her bare hands, knocking him backwards, before darting under his legs and towards the fence.....
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Post by Miss F. Atigue on Sept 17, 2005 21:31:43 GMT
Melissa smiled as she asked her name. She wasn’t stupid. Why give out a name to a girl with a little Scooby gang capable of finding countless amounts of information on her? She didn’t want to end up on the wrong side of the slayer’s stake and she most certainly didn’t want to be the new vampire to be associated with them- Angel, Spike- two reasonably good vampires who got their minds warped by the slayer and her little games. Hey, Buffy had spoilt absolutely any chance Melissa could have had at getting closer to poor Spike, and Melissa wouldn’t have minded that at all. This smile wasn’t any dopey good-natured one; it was one a predator wore when their prey made a bad move. She folded her arms delicately, looking quite out of place in a grave yard with a small, lacy camisole on. “Not all of us are stupid enough to give you a name.” That said, she reached out and grabbed the nearest attacking vampire with a hand, her hand catching him by the collar. Pulling him back, she offered him over to Bib, who grabbed him with what looked like twice as much strength then Melissa, shoving him back roughly and over a grave stone to stop him attempting to rejoin the group. They were keeping to the back of the group, watching the others’ onslaught keenly, as though unflustered by the violence around them. The one that had been picked out was hovering behind them, unsure of what to do. He seemed to be a newly bitten, probably no more then two days old, probably no more then seventeen in human appearance either.
As she darted forwards what looked like a new arrival came sauntering towards the fence from the other direction, ruffling his blonde hair in a bored manner. “Where’s your little gang, slayer? Odd to see the main gal with out some side-kicks.” [/i] Bib chuffed, eyes brows raised in a taunting manner. Well, intelligent conversation was a difference when it came to slayers and vampires. Unless, of course, you meant the kind of conversation you got between complete idiots. The new vampire was getting closer and he didn’t seem to have noticed any thing out of the ordinary at all.[/center]
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Post by $øþhî€ on Sept 17, 2005 21:46:35 GMT
'Oh this is just great.' Buffy spat furiously. No stakes left, and nothing to use... She thought, looking around for anything she could use. 'Why won't you give me a name?' She muttered distractedly to Melissa, not quite sure of what she was saying, and still searching for a stake, or anything stake-like. Forgetting about looking for a stake, she turned and glowered at Bib. 'I don't need no one.' She lied, through clenched teeth. Glaring at him furiously, she noted his appearance, before ducking the swipe of a vampire, and darting for the exit. SMACK Buffy had smashed straight into the new arrival. As she gazed up at the blonde hair, the high cheekbones, she gasped. 'Spike...' She breathed, looking rather beaten at seeing him here. 'No time to explain, c'mon!' She urged, grabbing ahold of his arm and towing him towards the exit. Trying to drag him, she earned herself several scratches across her face and arms, and pulled up her arms to block her face from further damage, releasing her hold on Spike...
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Post by Miss F. Atigue on Sept 17, 2005 22:07:10 GMT
“Any one. Dear me, for some one who had an education you aren’t very good with grammar, are you?” Melissa hollered, grabbing yet another vampire- this one another woman- and tugging her back by her hair, not seeming bothered that the other vampire had screeched and then tried to scramble out of the hold. She too was passed back to Bib who did nothing more then shove her back wards into the other selected vampire; both tumbled onto the floor, more from shock or anything. Once again they didn’t join in the scramble once more, simply gathering themselves with as much dignity as they could muster and then keeping behind Bib, who watched them with an animalistic glare between watching the rest of the commotion. It looked like an odd combination, two vampires bringing their own away from a hunt simply to talk to the hunted. But they were trying to salvage at least a few souls from the staking and the ones they were taking out seemed to see sense once detached from the crazy frenzy for slayer blood. Caught in the moment, as they had been, they got to see that real moment from outside the clan of frenzied attackers. “Maybe we don’t want to.” [/i] Bib retorted to her question at the names. And then Buffy ran into the new comer. If there was any recognition on Spike’s part he didn’t show it, the impact causing the reflex for his face to twist into one identical in features to both Bib and Mellisa. He didn’t look happy in any case. As she tried to tug at his arm he tugged it viciously away from her, looking cynically amused with everything. “Get your bloody hands off me.”[/u] He hissed and as she lost her grip he slipped farther away, pushing a few vampires out of his path, even almost throwing one stunned looking one straight into her, his black coat whipping at his heals. “What the hell? Get a grip.”[/u] He yelled as another launched towards him, the retaliation being a well-aimed choke hold, getting out of the main commotion he looked back with a sneer- one that Melissa watched form with a tingle shooting up her spine- and let the vampire go. It collapsed to the floor like a crumbled piece of paper. Shooting a look back at Melissa and Bib, one that read ‘how did you let it get like this?’ he watched to see what he could do, Mellisa and Bib falling into line behind him like good little side kicks. [/center]
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Post by $øþhî€ on Sept 17, 2005 22:20:55 GMT
"This is all I need. A pissed off Spike." Buffy snapped sarcastically, more to herself than anyone else. Her eyes focused on the gate, as another new arrival appeared. Curled blonde/brown hair shone slightly in the moonlight. Anya watched in dismay, wondering how best to aid Buffy. She'd told Willow and Xander to wait...thinking that it was just a few vampires. But now, seeing the many vampires gathering, and closing, on her friend, Anya felt rather afraid. "BUFFYYYY!" She hollered, trying to get the attention of the Slayer. She got Buffy's attention, but lots of the vampires' attentions too. "Oh. Shit." Anya groaned, as the sea of vampires surged her way. The vengeance demon studied the area, and found, thankfully, that there was a clear path for Buffy now. "Run!" She screeched to the Slayer, starting away.
Buffy didn't need to be told twice. Swiftly, she ducked yet another vampire, and raced across the graveyard towards the vengeance demon Anya, firstly known as Anyanka. She ran the distance quickly, and turned to face the sea of vampires, Spike, and the two she knew naught of their names. She recognised the faces, though, so their appearances at this frenzied attack confused her. Friends of hers? Some of her old classmates? She didn't think so...
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Post by Miss F. Atigue on Sept 17, 2005 22:44:41 GMT
This is all I need? Get her. Spike wasn’t too happy, either. She’d run in o his little nest of… Well, what could you call them? Children? He hadn’t sired them all, just a select few. Sadly, the few he had sired didn’t seem to have grasped the concept that not every one of the turned need to be brought back home. Watching coldly, he decided that he would need to be moving homes… Again. Sad, he’d quite liked this little spot. “Get some of them out. I’ll deal with the slayer.” [/u] Just a little bit confident. But Bib and Melissa nodded- mumblings of ‘Yes’ or ‘Alright’ being their answers. The two vampires they’d already picked out were sent on their way by Bib, who pushed the young male in the direction of a way out that wasn’t being watched. They didn’t hesitate in running, there were a lot of places the two could hide for a day. So, they began to pick of the most sensible looking of the group, mostly sticking to the back and taking out a select few before pointing them away, Melissa keeping her eyes on Buffy and nudging Bib out of the way of what could be a weak spot in the mass of bodies. Spike did the same while Buffy ran, laughing as she did. Got a bit more then she’d wanted? Definitely. There were a lot of vampires and very little space to escape with. Of course, once she had run through their weak spot the large majority of the vampires closed back in towards Anya and Buffy, Spike among them but keeping back to the edges, almost blending in. He doubted whether Buffy would recognise Melissa or Bib on a personal level, Melissa had been sired over fifty years ago now, and had gone down in the text books for an en masse feeding right here in Sunnydale after running rampant with what could have been called a boy friend. She was English, which Spike hoped Buffy wouldn’t notice as it lead to links he did not enjoy, her accent had faded and it was hard to tell. Bib was around the same in age when it came to being a vampire, but was older in appearance, probably being around thirty when he was sired. He wouldn’t be so easy to track; he’d been reasonably good at keeping his head down. (Yay.) Skirting round the edges of the group, he aimed to slip past Buffy’s defences… One way or another. [/center]
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Post by $øþhî€ on Sept 18, 2005 11:15:35 GMT
Anya looked around at the vampires, most of them charging once more towards the two. "Holy crud!" Buffy grumbled, smiling a warm thanks to Anya as the vengeance demon handed her a couple of stakes from a backpack. "I swear this day's gettin' better and better." Anya groaned, clutching a cross to her chest. Buffy looked around frantically, searching for the two vampires she'd spoken to, and Spike... "Spike...wheres he run off to?" Buffy demanded, aiming a punch straight into one vampire's skull. The vampire hissed and shied away, fangs snapping short of Buffy's hand.
Grabbing ahold of the Slayer's wrist, Anya began to tow her away. Any of the Gang would be helpful right about now; it was like another Harvest, with the amount of vampires. Anya visibly flinched, as she saw the corpses of several humans, littering the ground. Evidently drained of all their blood, most lay spread-eagled on the ground. A few rose from the earth, hissing malevontly as they joined up with the majority of the vampires. "We've got to go!" Anya cried, trying to tug Buffy away. Alas, 'twas no use, and the Slayer remained still. "No, Anya, I've got to fight them." Buffy sighed, knowing full-well what would happen if she didn't. Lots of people were at the Bronze, and that was the nearest place. Buffy knew that Anya would take them both there, in the hopes of hiding in the crowd. That would merely lead to deaths, or more vampires...and that was not something the Slayer wanted.....
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Post by Miss F. Atigue on Sept 18, 2005 11:40:06 GMT
Why, yes, Spike had disappeared, if only for a while. He’d separated from the group with Melissa in tow, which he didn’t mind it would be easier then facing Buffy alone, leaving Bib to throw another five or so vampires from the swarm before he too had backed off. It took a split second look between him and Melissa to decide that he should go too and round in any of the younger vampires that got too hysterical for their own good. He was gone with out a second look, several more vampires from the crew breaking away to follow him, obviously thinking it was for the best. With in no more then a minute he’d dissolved into the shadowed light of the graveyard with the small pack. Hopefully they would find some of the others and seek out a worthy place to hide for the day. They’d probably spend tomorrow finding the other couple of people before then seeking out a more permanent base. Melissa and Spike, if they both survived, would round up the survivors still out before sunset and then hole up in one of the underground tunnels some where. How glamorous was that? Vampires didn’t get many breaks, y’know. If they weren’t trying to find a good stake out point or victim, then they were trying to get a slayer off their back.
Skirting round the edges of the group, they stopped near the top, basked in the shadow from a tombstone, where they weren’t noticeable. Spike certainly wasn’t, dressed up in his usual black attire he practically blended straight into the surroundings as though he didn’t exist. Melissa wasn’t clothed completely in black, but it had a similar effect. Waiting for a good moment, Spike sprang just as Buffy turned her back to them, his hand going out to snatch at her wrist, aiming to tug harshly and pull her over backwards. Simple, but effective. Melissa went for Anya, being a lot more subtle about it, slinking cat-like behind several spare grave stones before stepping out with a fist clenched, bringing it down to try and strike her on the head. Whoo. The other vampires seemed un-wavered by this, still closing in from the front.
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Post by $øþhî€ on Sept 18, 2005 11:53:41 GMT
Thud With the fist smashing straight onto the top of the vengeance demon's skull, she fell forwards, body smashing onto the ground and sending up dust. She had released Buffy's wrist, but the speed she had dropped the slayer's wrist sent Buffy recoiling backwards. That, and combined with Spike grabbing her wrist, was enough to make Buffy also land in the dirt, coughing as dust swept into her mouth. She saw Anya was unconcious and sighed heavily, before springing back up.
Buffy flicked a loose strand of hair behind an ear, then turned her back on Spike once more, staking a vampire swiftly. She jabbed the same stake into another's heart, and grimaced as the dust settled on her hand. She shook it off, then remembered the cross Anya had been holding.
She turned her head to look at her now-unconcious friend, and saw that the hand which had been clutching the cross was empty...the cross had been kicked away by a vampire. Totally forgetting the danger behind her in the form of Spike, she bent down, trying to awaken Anya. "C'mon, Anya." She muttered, oblivious to anything else happening as she shook Anya's arm. "C'mon!" She urged, eyes focused only on her unconcious friend.
((Any strikes that you wish to hit Buffy, can hit her ^^ Since she has no idea whats going on other than Anya's unconcious state right about now =___0))
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Post by Miss F. Atigue on Sept 18, 2005 12:10:10 GMT
“I thought you said she was smart.” Melissa muttered at Spike, eye brows raised in a very unimpressed manner. Spike also seemed to be having second thoughts. This was not the Buffy he could recall. She would have… Done something, any thing, other then look like a complete ditz. He grunted back at the other vampire, obviously deeming it not a time for a nice, leisurely conversation. The other vampires were pressing in and, for all it was worth, Spike wanted to take the slayer down before some rotten little punk did. He was probably the oldest and most knowledgeable vampire here, it’d be embarrassing for him to admit that some day old had beaten him. As Buffy started away he followed, like he would have before in that ‘Oh, dear, your friend is hurt and I’m not in the least bit concerned’ sort of way. Melissa was skirting round again, pushing away some more vampires, her face still dead locked into it’s position, though Spike’s had flicked backed to his normal one for the time being. What the hell? Hello, Buffy! Swarm of vampires and evil Spike over here! Forget your dumb little friend and fight! Melissa chuckled, deciding to play some mind games.
Skirting round, she grabbed at Anya’s wrist on the opposite side, aiming to start dragging her away from Buffy just to torment her. One or two other vampires also started to mimic the action, breaking away from the main group to also have a go at dragging Anya away. Wow, this was quite fun. Poor old dependable slayer, stuck with unconscious friend in a grave yard full of vampires. Hell, yes. It was fun. Spike, how ever, didn’t join into the attempted game of tug of war. Instead he did a few things- First his face morphed back into its vampire form and secondly, he attacked Buffy. It wasn’t anything fancy, he simply kicked out with a leg to strike at the back of hers, aiming to send her to the floor and then copied Melissa’s move of slamming his fist down onto the back of her head. Unconscious would be nice, that meant that he could drag little Buffy and Anya back to the main haven for the swarm. So they could get a good long look when they woke up at the amount of vampires now residing in Sunnydale, whether sired here or simply moving in.
What could he say? He liked to show off.
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Post by $øþhî€ on Sept 18, 2005 12:21:29 GMT
Buffy, not knowing Spike was right behind her, fell striaght forwards as his foot connected with the back of her legs, lifting her head in time to see Anya being dragged away. Her jaw clenched, and she leapt up. "Party time." She whispered, eyes flashing. She punched one of the vampires dragging Anya away, smashing him straight in the skull. He hissed at her, fangs exposed as he pounced forwards, pushing her back down to the ground. Buffy struggled, trying to push him off of her. She managed to thrust a stake through his heart, and, as a result, ended up covered in ashes. She scowled, pushing her hair away from her eyes, before leaping forth and grabbing Anya's arm, the one closest to her.
She tugged desperately, not about to let anyone take away her friend. She had managed to avoid Spike's punch, and didn't know it, yet still seemed rather fazed by the amount of vampires, and the dulling pain in the back of her legs. "Anya, wake up!" She cried out, hoping her friend would stir. On second thoughts, maybe it would be best if Anya didn't wake up right about now, for Buffy knew the sight of Vampires/Vampire Slayer playing tug-of-war with her would make her scream, and that would ruin any chances Buffy had of escaping, for the Slayer knew it would severly annoy most of the vampires. She kicked out at a charging vampire, still trying to pull Anya back towards her, towards safety.....
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