RPG Summer the vampire slayer

[Jesus Chicken]

< Pehaps I should kill her...
Davien would never forgive me...Sacrifices must be made.
Hehehe
I like that
I turned my car around and headed towards a hotel... I hope those tow vampires are still there...>>

[liamc2]

[i] ?You shouldn?t have shot him so many times, we?ll be lucky if he survives, along with our jobs?

Car sounds. .must be in the city

?I had my orders, if said subject shows any type of resistance or lethal aggression, lethal force is to be used,? the voice grunted and clicked on the indicator as he turned the corner.

?My point is, he [b]didn?t show any[/b] signs of lethal intent, he just turned around?
?Just shut up, the hospital is in sight now,? there were sounds of movement, ?God, he looks disgusting, lost way too much blood, he might not make it?

More sounds of movement and the sound of the engine cut out, sounds of footsteps and the door opening.

?Holy sh*t, you CID guys certainly rough ?em up don?t you??
?Nurses are to be seen and not heard, get him inside for a transfusion?
?Right away CID man, yessir?

Blurry vision, lights flashing past ... a masked face looks down

?You?ll be alright son, we?ll get you into OR and you?ll be up and around in no time?
Dry cracked lips peel open, so painful to talk, ?Get ... away ... from [b]me![/b]?

The pain, then nothing ... images blank out of focus, standing, then running blood everywhere, all a blur ...
The elevator. .Luke?s penthouse...then her...out of focus, the corpse, and now the screaming. .[/i]

Saethi woke with a start, breathing heavily. Water continued to rain down on him, room full of steam. He shivered despite the heat and turned off the shower before drying himself off. He wandered into his room, pulling out clothes to get changed. He sighed and spoke in a quiet voice,

?My world is screwed?

[Jesus Chicken]

<< The West Hotel...
SH**!!
They're no where...
Hmm... a good ole' nightclub sounds like a good idea, They don't seem to mind them, I just hope they're interested in my offer, I don't know why they wouldn't be... A Vampire and a Deamon, they should be, how could they resist...>>

Cathos: Hey! What's the nearest Nightclub?

Receptionist: That would be the Westender, about two blocks east of here..

Cathos: Thanks.

< So I guess it's a place to go... Maybe I'll get lucky, it's about time I do.
Cathos opened the door to Davien's car, if he has his way, Davien will never get it back...Cathos smiles to himself, as he heads for the club>>

[Ravenstorture]

[color=darkgreen][I]Spyder sits over Davien and watches him for a while, thinking about the dramatic change in her non-life. A thought hits her.[/I]

Spyder: I know, let's go trash a nightclub.

Davien: Sounds like fun. Which one?

Spyder: i don't know... we've ruined a few,... hey, there is one close to here, isnt there?

Davien: Yeah, the westender.

Spyder: Sounds good.

[I]She stands and pulls her boots on, looking around for her cloak. Davien stands and does the same. Then, walking over to the window, he goes to draw back the curtain when a sliver of light hits him and he shrieks, jumping back, grasping at the section of molten flesh dripping from him arm. Spyder jumps up and runs to him, checking the damage and asking if he is ok. [/I]

Davien: Well, that ruins that idea.

Spyder: I'm sorry, I should have reminded you.

Davien: My fault. I'll be fine.

Spyder: Looks like I'm on my own then.

[I]She finishes dressing and does her hair, then kisses Davien lightly on the forehead before going to the door. There she pauses, turning to look at him sitting on the bed, holding his arm.[/I]

Spyder: I love you...

Davien: ... I love you too.

[/color]

[Jesus Chicken]

...Well no suprises no one's here it's still light outside, only mid afternoo...God I'm out of it. No harm in asking the barmaid what time people start getting here...

Cathos: Excuse me, about what time do people start getting here, usually?

Barmaid: Umm, about 6:30, 7.

Cathos: And the time now would be?

Barmaid: It's about 5 past 4.

Cathos: Thanks for that.

...Just as Cathos turns to leave, someone enters, someone Cathos does not like, or trust...

Cathos: HEY!!! SPYDER!!! How's it been?

Spyder: Hmm, I could be worse, I could be you.

Cathos: ooww! That one hurt. Do you want to talk about this, or...

[Ravenstorture]

[color=darkgreen][font=gothic][I]Spyder orders a drink at the bar and glares at Cathos, daring him to make the wrong move.[/I]

Spyder: Talk about [I]what,[/I] exactly?

Cathos: You know, the whole "I hate you, you hate me..." kind of thing...

Spyder(examining her 1.75" nails under the barlight): Well, now that you mention it, no. I don't. In fact, I would rather swallow my hairbrush.

Cathos: Umm.... well, can we talk about it anyway?

Spyder: You can talk, but I can't guarentee I'll listen. Go ahead.

[/font][/color]

[Jesus Chicken]

Cathos: Shiiiiiiiiitttt, way to leave it up to me... So let me get this straight. You don't hate me?

Spyder: No, hate is a very strong word.

Cathos: God I hate it when people say that.

Spyder: I don't hate you. I know you feel uncomfortable with myself and Davien, but it is his life, and therefore his decisions, therefore, if you truly are his freind, you will accept that.

Cathos: Godamn it!....
I have no idea what to do now.

Spyder: That's ok, I understand where you're coming from.

Cathos: Boy I'm glad it didn't turn out the way I expceted it to, I really had doubts about weather I could beat you, now I'm sure I would lose.

[Ravenstorture]

[color=darkgreen][font=gothic]Spyder: oh yeah, you would definately lose. I heard what you were saying to Davien, and I am angered at you for being so possesive of him but you really aren't that bad a person, and I respect that.

[I]She walks closer to him, and looks deep into his eyes.[/I]

But don't you dare f*ck with me, understand?

[I]Cathos nods, and Spyder downs her drink spits her mouthful of vodka onto the barmaid and tapping her with a fingernail. The barmaid bursts into flames immediately. Spyder gets up calmly, and walks outside unaffected by the screams of shcok and agony that follow her into the afternoon.[/I][/font][/color]

[Jesus Chicken]

Cathos: < Looking at the barmaid's charred corpse > Davien, you're always going after the wacko, crazy deamon *****...
< Getting up >
Nice catch though...
< Stepping outside, I noticed the dark had fallen, Maybe I'll drop in to see Davien, or perhaps he'll be out soon. >

[Ravenstorture]

[color=darkgreen][font=gothic][I] Spyder returned to Davien's apartment and slips into his room, statled to find him missing. She checks each room of the house and looks out the window for his car, which is still there. Puzzled, she sits down on a couch and jumps up again when she feels someone underneath her. Startled, she spins around to find Davien sitting in front of her, grinning. She smiles and sits next to him.[/I]

Spyder: What kind of dirty trick was that.

Davien: None, but your reaction was worth whatever it was.

Spyder: It's getting dark. I just talked with Cathos, he's at the Westender.

Davien: I was considering following you, but it may have been rather early.

Spyder: Don't worry, it's six thirty now. I don't know why it took me an hour and a half to get there, torch the barmaid and walk back, but there you go.

Davien: Knowing Cathos, he's probably on his way here.

[I] Suddenly, there is a knock on the door.....[/I][/font][/color]

[Jesus Chicken]

Cathos: < Walking in > Ooo ! You're a quick one!

Davien: So.... What's the problem between you two?

Spyder: Nothing, now. We had a talk, didn't we Cathos?

Cathos: Yes, that we did. I no longer want to kill either of you... That's good right?

Davien: Yeah, you'd think that would'nt ya?

Spyder: Settle down Davien. He is your freind remember?

Davien: Too true.

Cathos: Hey, I've got a idea. Howsabout as a little "We no longer hate each other thing" we go and trash some place?

[liamc2]

[i]Saethi jingles a set of keys in his hand while the elevator sank down to the garage in the basement. Finally the doors slid open and the darkened garage was revealed. After fumbling with the switches, Saethi managed to have all the cars illuminated, there seemed to be a lot more then the supposed five cars Luke told him about. While striding up and down the parked cars, he came across a covered one, intrigued Saethi pulled off the cover and revealed[/i]

Saethi: an STI. .but. .*notices a set of keys stuck to the door* this is interesting. .

[i]Saethi unlocked the door and slid in, finding a silver card stuck to the steering wheel. He opened it and read;

?Saethi, well if you found this by yourself, you?re a lot more nosy than I thought, sheesh, guess what? You just ruined your birthday gift, ha![/i], Saethi smiled at this while wiping a tear. [i]Anyhow happy birthday and all that, I dare say that this is a bit, no, a helluva lot higher up than your bike. Before you start saying you don?t like celebrating birthdays, and this is more than I should have given you, I took the privilege of buying myself one. So there, you have to keep it now! Ha! hows that now? Guess who?s the smart one now? Anyway, lots of luck,

Luke?[/i]

Saethi(wipes his face dry): damn you Luke. .always coming back to haunt me. .when I die, if I go where you are. . . remind me to kick your *** *starts the engine* lets test this out now. .

[i]Saethi flicked on the lights and eased the accelerator, pressing the brake in shock when the car leapt forward, narrowly missing a parked Bentley[/i]

Saethi: *looks at the dash* twin turbo. .ah. .should prolly keep that in mind next time. .heh. .

[i]Saethi drives out the garage and out onto the street, sliding his sunglasses up at the last fading rays of the sun. He smiled and looked in the mirror, a genuinely happy face looked back[/i]

Saethi: that colourful enough for you Luke? . . .I am never going to live this down. .white cargo pants? orange shirt? haven?t worn white since birthday before last. .when all this went wrong. .ah well ?spose it matches the hair better. .:demon:

[i]Saethi continued to ramble while driving into town, now getting busier with the clubs opening and the night parties starting[/i]

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]Spyder: There is a nightclub left anywhere in this place we haven't razed yet?

Davien: Why neccessarily a nightclub? Why not something a little more fun?

Spyder: Oh? What else is there round here that's fun to burn?

Davien: I always like a good fire.

Spyder: Pyromaniac like the rest of us. So what did you have in mind?

Davien: An orphanage...

[I]Cathos and Spyder just stare at him for a while. Got them there, didn't he![/I][/font][/color]

[Walnut]

ooc: You two are sick minded, you do know that don't you? Just to let everyone know I'm still around but I'm waiting for Carren Heart to post before Alpha shows up and Mazine is proving to be a bit harder to play.

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]OOC: Wouldn't worry about it, we'll keep the rpg alive. And as for sick minded, it's all in the wrist...[/font][/color]

[liamc2]

Saethi: *notices a new club opening* cool

[i]Saethi parks and walks into the club, not noticing a police car and ambulance drive past and to the aid of a rather charred barmaid.

The club was bright and full, laser lights were filling the room, making a bit too bright for Saethi?s liking, but he pushed up his sunglasses and sat in the only shadowed corner[/i]

Saethi: [i]good to be out again. .[/i]

[i]Saethi sat back and soaked up the atmosphere, enjoying every minute of it, and forgetting the weeks events[/i]

[Walnut]

[i] Mazine was slumped in a corner of the club. She wasn't in a good mood. All of her servants had been destroyed, except that traitors Alpha, but she worked for the slayer now. She needed to find new servants and fast. Her brothers couldn't wait too long to be ressurected. She scanned the packed place and notices Saethi in one corner. Maybe she could become friends with this part deamon, maybe. She got up and walked over to where he was.[/i]

Maz: Hi. Can some dejected vamp join you?

[Sere Tuscumbia]

OOC: And now I'm back. Durango, Colorado was the strangest town I ever stayed in, and Mesa Verde was not nice to my poor asthma. *shrugs* Oh well, at least I got a tan!

And now things get a little bit "complicated" . . . ^_~

*~*~~``

[I]Summer ran along the streets.

They were deserted; that really creeped her out.

There. A man was walking out of a local pastry shop, his arms loaded with plastic bags.

Summer walked up to him, hoping that her appearance, whatever it may be, wouldn?t alarm him.

The man looked at her, his eyes wide and frightened.[/I] "Why aren?t you working? What are you doing out?"

[I]?Oh boy. The first person I meet is a total nutball . . .? Summer shrugged.[/I] "Uh, day off? Do happen to know of the nearest underground to London?"

[I]The man looked ready to bolt. And then he laughed; but it was small, sounding more like a cough than anything else.[/I] "London? Why would anyone want to go there?" [I]He looked around, nervous.[/I] "I think it would be best if you stayed off the streets sweetie," [I]he added in an undertone.

And before Summer could stop him, he climbed into a black SUV and drove off, not even looking into the rearview mirror when Summer called out behind him.

She looked over, as the shop owner locked his door, and pulled the blinds on the windows down.[/I]

"What the hell is wrong with you people?!" [I]Summer asked, even though she already knew the answer. These people were being terrorized, and Summer knew just by who.

A sudden squealing jolted Summer out of her thoughts. It was a bobby car, and two bobbies climbed out of it.

One was tall, dark, and extremely well built. The other one didn?t fare as well: tall, yes, but lanky, with a pale complexion and glasses so thick if you gave him windshield wipers and a steering wheel he would have been all set to drive to China.

Pastyface looked nervously at Summer.[/I] "Miss St.Claire."

[I]Oh joy.[/I]

"You might find it in your best interest to come with us Miss St.Claire." [I]Pastyface smiled.

Jesus that smile was creepy . . . Summer just shook her head.[/I] "I don?t think they?d want me dead."

[I]Pastyface just smiled again.[/I] "Well then Miss St.Claire. I?ll just have to shoot your kneecaps, possibly your shoulders. It?ll hurt like heck, but you?re coming with us, one way or the other. Can?t we all just pick the easy way?"

[I]The sickening sweet cloy of his voice was grating on Summer?s nerves.[/I] "Oh sod off boys." [I]Summer put her hands on her hips.[/I] "I?m afraid that?s not an option for me. Thanks for the ride though."

[I]Pastyface looked confused for a moment, but by the time he figured things out, it was too late.

Summer, in one fluid motion, kicked out and sent his pistol flying into the slightly smoggy sky.

Pastyface just looked at where his pistol used to be, counting fingers. Then he screamed, as Summer made sure he wouldn?t be able to hold a gun again until about a year.

He was still screaming when his partner, Blockhead, shot at Summer.

She was still in motion, but the bullet passed close enough to her cheek that she felt the air pressure change in the surrounding atmosphere.

She landed on the ground, crouched on all fours, then swept both of the bobbies. They landed on top of one another, knocking each other out in the process.[/I]

"Pathetic," [I]Summer clucked, and crossed over to the car, making sure to step on both of the bobbies in the process.

Grim-faced, she pulled open the door, and slid into the front seat. As she put it into reverse, she caught a glimpse of herself in the rearview mirror.

A shock ran up her spine, making her head tingle a little. For one moment, reality faded. Replacing the strong, hard jaw; the short, jagged cut of her long, brunette hair; the furious glare that reflected in the mirror; was the girl she had once known: Summer at 16.

But all good things have to end, and the 22 year old in Summer stared back into the mirror once more; refusing to let fantasy take place of the cold, hard reality she knew.

White knuckles gripping the steering wheel, Summer headed towards London. Towards home.[/I]

*~*~~``

Well then. Seems like I'm back in the fold, and hopefully here to stay.

And yes Liam, all of us fans want to bow down and kiss your feet . . . geez . . . :rolleyes:

And Sarsy, POST after this so I can get another part of the story in; cause this is too long! (*hint, hint* I'm making things a little bit complicated in the present . . . with an enemy of a friend *hint,hint*)

[liamc2]

OOC: good to know you have fans [regalvoice] you may kiss the royal pinkie[/regalvoice]
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Saethi: *looks her up and down* I think not. .after seeing my friends, . . .well after seeing my companions reaction to you, I?m going to steer clear of you. Besides, my world is screwed up enough as it is thankyou very much

[i]Music blared from all around while lights flicked on and off with the beat, already someone had been carted away suffering an epileptic fit. The alcohol fumes, cigarette smoke and noise was giving Saethi a migraine and a half. He winced and rubbed his head before taking another glass of water. The volume kicked up a notch with a new song, dance track with heavy bass. Saethi winced some more and left the club, ignoring Mazine at the door.[/i]

Saethi: ow. .never much cared for clubs anyway. .

[i]Saethi wandered down the sidewalk and opened up the car. He sat and reached to turn the ignition, then with keys poised, he sighed and leant back[/i]

Saethi: who am I kidding. .I have no place here. .*pulls at shirt* I?m no skeg. .nor am I a Goth. . this world is screwed for me. .and already my few ties have been cut. . .*laughs* god now I?m going insane. .talking to myself *notices a couple looking at him strangely* . . .*pulls a face* BLEEEEAGH! *laughs* heh. .ah well might as well head home. .

[i]Saethi reaches again to start the engine, but just before the engine turns over, the car is filled with blue sparks, illuminating the street and sending a pillar of blue light to the car. The light fades and the car is empty, locked and the engine gently purring.[/i]

~~~~~~~~~~~

[i]Saethi looks around in surprise at the absence of his car that was insulating him from the world. He pocketed his keys and murmured a surprised ?The hell is going on. .? before looking around the dilapidated street.[/i]

It seemed something had taken him 7 years into the future

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[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=crimson][I]After shaking off their initial surprise, Spyder seems rather evasive. Cathos is much more forthright.[/I]

Cathos: You dirty, dirty man.

Davien: It's all in the wrist.

Cathos: You say that far to often, and their are too many connotations in that sentence.

Davien: People believe what they will.

Spyder: So what ARE we going to do?

Davien: We'll go find a new place to play.

Cathos: Where?

Davien: Welcome people, to my world.

[I]With no further words, Davien ushers them down the stairs, and into yet another car. After cautioning Spyder against stealing or burning this one, he drives to a local cemetery. In the older, wilder, darker area, the area centuries old, now enveloped in strangely comforting dark wood, almost impenetrable to the eye, Davien finds what he is looking for. In a secluded clearing, there is a group of four teenagers, two males, two females. Your average typical teenage male trying to get some. In the dark, his teeth limmed in silver fire, Davien whispers.[/I]

Davien: Die hand, die verldelezt.

Spyder: What was that? And what's going on?

Davien: Simple. They do some cheap demon summoning thing they read out of a book they got from the library. The fake a few things, the girls get really scared. The guys comfort them, one thing leads to another, etc.

Spyder: So you like to watch to?

Davien: They're summoning a demon. I like to make it real. Watch and learn.

[I]Davien sneaks off to the other side of the clearing the teenagers are in, climbing a tree soundless and flawlessly even in the dark. There is a pentagram traced out in the centre of the clearing, on a blanket brought along. It's out of blood, probably that of a few mice. One of the teenagers starts a chant from a book. Under his breath, Davien starts his own chant. Cathos shivers as he recognises the emantations from the pentagram.[/I]

Spyder: They're actually summoning a demon! It may not be wise to be here...

Cathos: No they aren't.

Spyder: Can't you feel it?

Cathos: That's Davien.

Spyder: What is he doing!

Cathos: Watch and learn.

[I]The chant reaches a crescendo. The other male, carefully rehearsed, throws a fire cracker into the middle of the pentagram while the girls are focused on the reader. The one who threw the firecracker, the only one looking at the pentagram, falls back in shock, too scared even to scream. Shimmering in the air, steaming with the cold, stands a demon. The demon advances, grabbing the terrified adolescent by the neck, snapping it instantly. The demon throws the body away, devouring the head. The other three definately hear that. One of the females tries to run, the other two stand transfixed, the way the rat stares at the snake. The last sound the one that attempted to escape ever heard was the crunching of bones as the demon devoured her friends. Then Davien stepped out and caught her, hissing into her face and flashing his incisors at her. As she faints, he sinks his teeth into her neck. Spyder shudders, she can only imagine what the girl must have felt. In an area she considering scary, with people she didn't really trust, trying to summon a demon. They succeeded, the demon killed her friends. Then, she runs into a stark white fiend, some ghost with hideous fangs. The insane being from beyond the grave. Spyder had no time to pity her, as she stood, as transfixed with Davien at his meal as the kids had been with the demon. She watches in sick facination as he slowly withdraws his fangs, almost gently breaking her neck. Staring into the dead eyes a moment, he lowers his mouth again, tearing her throat open completely. Reaching down the gaping wound, he pulls out the still gently beating heart. Smiling he devours about half of it, throwing the other half high in the air, before whipping out a 9mm and shooting it once, a spray of blood and tissue coating the nearby area. He walks back to the clearing. The demon, having finished it's feast, glares at him.[/I]

Demon: You pitifuly vampyre. You meddle. You think I appreciate being dragged away simply for something like this. You may have summoned me, but you have no control over me.

[I]Davien simply smiles as the demon tries to advance, locked in stasis by Davien's will. The demon starts to shimmer again, trying to break free. It's skin mottles, it's body becomes ethereal, and it changes shape wildly, seeking to escape. With a last mournful, resounding wail that seemed to echo up from a thousand years of despair and pain, the demon fades away, from the abyss whence it came. Davien returns to the other two. Cathos seems bored, Spyder slightly surprised. She becomes slightly shocked, however, when she sees his face, coated in blood. Everything from the waist up is a bloodstained mess. it drips from his hair and traces a path down besides his eyes, following an angular trail that appears to leave him with twin lightning bolts down his face. In the soft darkness, he looks horrifying.[/I]

Davien: You had to see it, no matter how familiar you already were.

Spyder: That was, not what I expected.

Davien: Like us all, I have a darker side. None of the soft-spokenness, the grace, I have now, but a savage beast. Welcome to my inner soul.

Spyder: What now?

Davien: I go wash off. I feel slightly fouled.

[I]Walking deeper into the wood, they come across a small stream. The other two politely turn their backs as Davien strips off and sluices his clothing of blood, then doing the same to himself. He comes out wearing his dark pants only, his shirt ruined.[/I]

Davien: It will have to do. So, what now?

[I]Spyder, still horrifyed, does not reply, but merely stares at Davien's chest, as if trying to imagine it soaked in blood. Due to some strange property, Davien's exposed skin gleams slightly, a pristine white seemingly incorruptible. That is what worries her most. How quickly, how thoroughly it changed. Davien notes her reaction, he almost seemed grimly expectant of it.[/I]

Davien: I'm not surprised. But I wanted to show you, so it would hurt less. I mean, before things between us got too far.

Spyder: I'm alright. You just surprised me. Remember, I have nothing against death. And the fact that you recently soaked in blood isn't why I'm staring at you.

Davien: Oh.

Cathos: Ahem. Shall we go?

[I]They return to the streets, Davien unconcerned by his unclad state, and messed up hair.[/I][/font][/color]

[Walnut]

Ooc: Erm...Sere, Mazine or Maz, is Alpha's old 'friend' So where on earth do you want me to post something, about her? Future of present?

Btw..does anyone actully know Carren Heart? I'll have to PM him to find out whats going on, but if anyone of you do actully know him then could you please ask him to post.

[liamc2]

[i]Car wrecks lined the streets, yet the shops were in perfect condition, albeit the need of a lick of paint. Saethi walked up the pavement, a prickling sensation on the back of his neck informed him that he was being watched. He spun round to see several shop windows have their blinds closed suddenly. He shivered. This place was really creeping him out. Maybe he was in a coma. .and this was all a dream. .no. Not likely, this was probably some twisted torment being played on him by Spyder, or one of her demonic friends.[/i]

Saethi: damn her. .

[i]As he turned the corner, a police paddy-wagon screeched to a halt in front of him, Saethi stood immobile, shock rooting him to the spot. One of the doors opened in front of him and an officer stepped out, nightstick in hand. He swung it at Saethi, a gasp burst from his lips when the air was knocked from his lungs. Saethi doubled over, trying to regain his breath. The officer grabbed him by the hair and punched Saethi in the face. Saethi let out another gasp of surprise and fell to his knees seeing stars. Now he was really mad. Saethi stood and slammed the stunned officer across the face. The other officer got out of the van, looking in shock at Saethi?s now transformed face[/i]

O2: we didn?t know. .so sorry. .it being daylight ?n all. .one of the elite that can suffer the pain of sunlight. .

Saethi: *blinking blood out of his eyes* eh?. .er yeah. .

[i]The first officer stood up and bowed before climbing back into the wagon with his partner. They both drove off with the sirens blaring. Saethi stood, flabbergasted, his face changed back to its normal complexion. He wiped the blood from his nose and raised his sunglasses, now slightly bent[/i]

Saethi: this place is seriously out of wack. .now where the hell is my car. .

[Sere Tuscumbia]

OOC: Liam, it's 6 years in the future querido, SIX years . . .

And Sarsy, I meant Alpha in the present . . . so I can get a new 'friend' in the story . . . I'm getting bored w/ the future so I'm going to play around in the present a little bit. (*hint, hint* I'm going along w/ the Lost Slayer books, with a little twist.)

*~*~~``

[I]Soon, everyone and their dog were going to know that something was up, so Summer slammed on the brakes, and squealed around a corner into an abandoned parking lot.

It was the old concession stand at the drive-in theatre; a popular nesting place for vampires.

Summer pulled out the keys, and got out of the car; but not before she popped the boot.

Just pulling it open didn't work; Summer pulled too hard, and ended up wrenching it off.

[/I]"Heh . . . oops . . ." [I]Summer shrugged, and started looking through the contents: a duffel bag containing grey sweatpants and a matching hoodie; your everyday bobbie equipment, and a . . . clip?!

Looks like someone liked their job . . .

Summer shrugged again, and used the clip to pull her shoulder-length brunette hair up into a bun.

A sudden chill ran up her spine, and the "spidey sense" of the Slayer caused Summer to spin around, her hand reaching for a stake.

[/I]"Dammit." [I]she whispered. Two hours in freedom and already Summer had forgotten about her lack of weapons.

She was being watched though; there wasn't a doubt in the world bout that.

Quickly and quietly, Summer reached the building, Slayer instincts on high.

She entered, blinking her eyes in the dimness. Empty. Summer laughed, it hinting towards insanity. Totally empty.

Still, she had to make sure. The upper story was empty too.

However . . . she walked into the small room where the projectionist had done his work.

There was a table and several wooden chairs; all legs attached.

Summer stopped dead. And stared at what laid on the table.

A crossbow.

Actually, [/I]her[I] crossbow; the one she thought she had lost . . . when her Watcher had been alive . . .

Her heart clenched at the thought of Ethan [/I](A/N: Who was a whole lot alike Giles, before he got et (hick for eaten . . .) and sired . . . yeah . . . you guys didn't need to know that . . . did ya?)[I] her first Watcher.

That was eight years ago though . . . when Summer was only 14 . . .

But the nightmares made it fresh in her mind, each and every night . . . thank god that Slayers don't get much sleep . . .

Summer's attention was drawn away from her own memories by the bone-white card sitting next to the crossbow . . . [/I]

Summer's beginning

[I]Summer looked around. Whoever left this knew her, and most likely were watching her this minute.

But as all Slayer senses go, Summer knew that no one was around . . .

Best to get out and into somewhere . . . safer . . .

Hah. Safe wasn't a word in this world. Summer grabbed the crossbow, which tingled a little in her hand, snapped several chairs for stakes, and exited the building as quickly as possible.

The hoodie and sweatpants were still in the bag, but Summer didn't care; she could use a change of clothes by now.

Summer just through the weapons into the bag, keeping the crossbow out, one thought running through her head:

[/I]Stay off the streets.[I]

*~*~~``

[/I]My gigantic need for detail is getting me nowhere . . . someone save me from myself! Aaaahhhh! My writer is coming out and I don't want it too! AAAAHHHHHH!!!!

And we now have yet another plot twist in this series: 17 year old Sethi and uh . . . 23 year old Sethi!

*shrugs* oh well, double the trouble, double the fun . . . :demon:

Oh dear . . . best go before the worst in me starts showing . . .

[Walnut]

ooc: Sorry didn't realise that. I'm gonna post as Al now, since Carren Heart hasn't shown up.

IC: [i] Alpha looked out at the pale moon. The stars twinkled brightly in the pitch black sky. Usually Alpha like the night, but now she regarded it with fear. Her old master was free and was probably going to try and lock her for what she did to the remaining servants.

Mangus sat in complete silence. Alpha had told him everying about Mazine and her past and he had taken it rather well.[/i]

Alpha: Mangus, you alright?

Mangus: huh...yeah I'm fine

Alpha: You're not. Look I'm sorry about not telling you before, but I couldn't I was sworn under oath not to tell anyone, if they be alive or dead.

Mangus: But why did you say you would help them fight her? You were her most loyalist servant, you stayed by her through the others mutiniy. You were...

Alpha: Shut up Mangus...I [i]was[/i] all those things to her. She suspected me of being the one who started the others breaking away. But it wasn't me, but she wouldn't listen. She locked me up in a cross. Can you imagin the pain...the suffering...the longing to get out of that thing? When they said they'd relasise me I took it. Because I wanted to get out, I wanted to hurt her and I wanted to have my own dead life. There was no other way...[she starts to cry]

Mangus: Oh Alpha, I'm sorry. It's just that I never guest that you were her servant at one time. But the deamonds and vampires do not know her, she soon might strike and bring the old tales true. What do you surgest we do?

Alpha: Find Summer and explain all of this to her.

[Ravenstorture]

[color=darkgreen][font=gothic][i]The group emerge from the cemetery and cross the road, a light rain is now falling and the traffic is minimal. However, one car does speed around the corner at a horrendous pace and flattens Spyder across the asphalt. Her terrifically mangled body, being immortal, bursts into flames and disappears, leaving Davien and Cathos staring at a smoking piece of road. [/i][/color][color=darkred]

Meanwhile, in the Pits of Hell...

Satan: So, you managed to get hit by a car, did you?

Spyder: Seems so.

Satan: Clap, clap, clap.

Spyder: Cut the sarcasm, ok? I am not meant to be here.

Satan: Oh, where would you like to go? Purgatory? Limbo? I can arrange a nice little cruise down the river Styx if you like...

Spyder: What is your problem?

Satan: Shut up, you little sluttish whore. I have no sympathy. You are pathetic. You are the most disgusting, pathetic excuse for a demon that I have ever seen and if I could wipe out your very existance, I would.

Spyder: But here we are.

Satan: So what now?

Spyder: I want to go back.

Satan: Well, excuse me if I may take much pleasure in not letting you do that ever again.

Spyder: Is this meant to be my punishment, is it?

Satan: Well, yes, but only because I couldn't think of anything better at the time.

Spyder: You disgust me.

Satan: Ow.

Spyder: I love him.

Satan: Pity you didn't tell him that when you had the chance...

Spyder: Tell me, Angel Lucifer, did you ever love someone?

Satan: **** off out of my sight. I don't care where you go, go to Heaven for all I care, just never let me see you again.

Spyder: No, I think I might stay for a chat, actually.

Satan: Listen, Spyder. You have no idea to what lengths I will go to put you in immense pain for all eternity. So take the chance I am giving you for a reason I cannot explain.

Spyder: I am sorry, my Lord.

Satan: I know. You can go now.

[i]Spyder leaves the chamber and Satan watches her leaving, a pained look on the devil's face.[/i][/color][/font]