Chapter 2
Branch snapping, demon cries, fists and
kicks against skin were filling the air through the darkness of the un stable
moonlight, on the other side of the graveyard. Ever since the sunset, the
Slayer was patrolling alone for passing days. She always wanted to be perfect,
proof something for herself. Didn't want to depend on the others. Nothing would
stop her.
Younger among the other Slayer, Buffy
Chanh might have the angelic look, but yet again, do not let her looks fool you. Temper she
is with a lot of attitude problem like most teens at her age. Instead of
spending more of her time concentrating on school, she spent it at the gym,
patrolling and training. Before then, she was the outcast during most of her
time, but had develop an image as a bully. Picking fights, skipping class and
causing problems everywhere her foot lay were her everyday thing. She knew
nothing about appreciated life. But ever since her destiny discovered and
saving her little brother, she made a change, but still possessed the same
image as a rebellious.
"Miss Chanh why won't you come up front
and give the lessons to the class if you know more? If you know everything then
why you always fail in the test?", a deep and husky voice fell in the air, "Mister
Robinson just think he knows everything! Well he's not all that, is he?"
"What the hell are you talking about?",
the vampire replied looking confuse.
"Shut up!", the voice of the young
woman answered as she staked him with no mercy.
After the last dust disappear in the
wind, the sound of a sarcastic hand clapping irritated her. She slowly turned
around only to see a shadow appeared under the moonlight night. They both step
up front, face to face and the Slayer doesn't seem pleasant by the mystery
shadow appeared.
"What do you want Steve?", she said coldly.
"What? I can't come by and congratulated you for your dusting job?"
"Shut it Steve! If you want to fight I'm here!"
"You actually think that I'm here for a fight?", he said as he
started to walked up to her, "I'm a shame of you! Judging me so quickly! I'm
hurt!", as he pretend to be hurt.
"Oh please suck it up! And beside what's the catch?"
"Oh there is no catch beautiful!", he
said as he made a smile and got her smile evilly.
"Better stay away from me if you know what's best for you!", she said back before she punched him on the face.
Finally she had been waiting for this
till the morning. She knew the others vampire she had defeated that night were
nothing comparing to her current opponent. For the pass seven years of Buffy's
Slaying life, she was fighting and confronting that creature ever since they
first met in the cemetery where Giles had brought her, Lee and Karlie.
A cocky and witty vamp from 19th
century, Stephen James Sculthorpe got his former (pre-bloodsucker) name, Steve the Bloody, because
of his bloody poetry. In 1880, the sensitive poet was sired by his Vampire
lover Drusilla and dubbed Steve because of his penchant for torturing victims
with railroad spikes. He also, had killed a lot of
living in his life. He knew nothing but causing pain, destruction and enjoying
seeing the others suffer in his after life. He has killed one Slayer: a punk rock kid in New York whose
trench coat has become part of Steve's signature look. He hid a deep secret, which no one knew
and it was the key which could unlock the secret what were his reasons to
become a vampire.
"Give it up Slayer! You are not going to win this as usual!", he said.
Suddenly,
he blocked her punch and gave her a up-cut which got her laying on
the floor and made her coughed up her own blood.
"Oh poor little Buffy is bleeding. Come
on let me help you clean it up!", he said as he changed into his demonic face.
"The only way you gonna have a taste of this Slayer blood is when
you got the chance to kill me!"
"Kill you? No problem cause I can finish you off this night!"
"Not before I dust you first!"
As he came running towards her, she ran
away towards a brick wall in front of her, jumped on the wall and the
incomplete parasite stopped dead on his track as he watched the Slayer twisted
her body and kicked him across the face. Suddenly, he back up but with every
single hitting from the Slayer was impossible for him to return back any
hitting. On her last kick, he flew across the graveyard and changed into his
human face again.
"Oh what's wrong Steve? Buffy kick your ass as usual?"
"If you kick my ass then why I'm not
into dust yet?", he said with a hypocrite smile which got her impatience with
him.
"Ask and you shall receive! Any last
saying Steve?", she said to him as she pulled out her stake.
"Yeah, like I said you are not winning this shit!"
He quickly got up and kicked her across
the face which made her flying across the grave and she landed on the solid
ground after her body was pounce against a brick walls. She got up slowly,
looked around and the only thing in her vision field was none other that Steve.
She dodged to get her stake, but he kicked it away. He grabbed her by the hair
and pulled her up.
"You know what? I'm so gonna enjoy
seeing you be torture by me and Drusilla!", he said as he laughed softly.
"Over my dead body!", she said in between breath.
"No problem! But I want to have a
little taste of thy Slayer first! Believe me it will hurt you a lot more that it's going to hurt me!� he said as he changed in to his vampire figure.
"STEVE! LET HER GO!", he heard when he
was about to sank his canines into Buffy's soft and tender neck.
His canines were near the flesh of her
neck. But cannot resist to see the person who was behind him. The familiar
voice only brought up a smile on his tender lips. He let the Slayer go, changed
back to his human face and turned around, trying to look innocent. Stood in
front of him were 2 other males.
"Buffy! Get out of here!", a young and dark male voice commanded her.
"Hell no! This is between Steve and me! Not you two! And what the hell are you doing here?"
"Giles sent us cause he knew that you're going to patrol alone again!"
"ARGH! When will he learn that my business is my OWN! It's not HIS nor YOURS to concern, but MINE!�
"Aw isn't that cute everyone? Two of my ex colleague team up with the goody-goody and a Watcher
who's worry about his
Slayer!"
"Stay out of this Steve! I'm warning you!", the oldest said to Steve with a stake in front of his chest.
"What you're going to do Ryan? Stake me? That's what you're trying to do for the past 6 years but you
didn't
successes did you? You know what? There is something that I just can't
understand! About 6 years ago all 3 of us along with Drusilla were partners. A
legend and everyone fear us and now look at you two. A bunch of good citizens
to help stop the evil."
Steve said as he was walking around them, "Is that so?
Or maybe is those 2 other hot Slayer chicks that you guys are trying to fuck,
but couldn't? Or maybe you're trying to get your soul back...", then finally
stop in front of a tree and turned towards them.
But at soon he did, he saw a knife
coming towards him. The knife landed on the tree bark, only inches away from
Steve's face left side's. All the 3 looked at the direction where it was coming
from. They saw Buffy's bloody face who was standing up and her right arm
straight like an arrow. Her eyes were fill with fire, as a few drop of her
blood, came cascading down from her left eyebrow.
"I'm warning you Steve you better shut
up and the fuck out of here! If not, I'll kick ya out of my sight myself and
even kill ya for all I care!"
"Whoa touchy tonight aren't we? Now
tell me who got your fire light up? Don't worry I won�t tell�"
Before Buffy could move to be able to
stake him, Tilky and Ryan jumped on Buffy so she couldn't hurt herself even
more. Steve took the change to escape into the dark graveyard.
"Tilk! What the hell do you do that for? I nearly stake you!", she said in a angry
tone.
"Sorry, but Steve could had kill you in a instant! You're too weak right now Buffy!"
"Yeah what ever" she turned towards Ryan, looking at him with an evil
eye, "and you Mister Prince of Darkness! Who do you think you really are trying to stop my fight with Steve
and let him get away?"
"Come on! You better get you back to the Magic Store.", Ryan said as he was looking where Steve ran out.
"Yeah what ever!", she replied as Tilky and Ryan help to get out of the cemetery.
Ryan Christopher Goodell was an excellent student in Oxford University in London and got a degree in psychology.
He was the wiser and oldest in the crew. The leader. Way before Steve, he was
the fear around Europe. Many death were in his hands. Many tortures he enjoyed
to watch. Many blood he drank. It only lead his name in the book of "The Black
Soul". Proud he was, until one day, a young child had died in his own hands. It
was something he vowed to never do.
In the past, Tilcher Montgomery Jones
(Tilky) had work beside Steve and Drusilla. He, a 202
years old vampire, knew Andrew and they were friends also before he joined up with
Steve and Drusilla. Before he was a creature of the night, he was the youngest
in his fortunate family and to attend to the highest and richest university.
Before one of his ex-roommate bit him in his sleep.
Chapter 3