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Bloody NYC
Part One...outta..er..depends on if you all like it.
Author: Silve
BTVS related.
Spoilers: After Series Finale
Cast: Ah...that is a suprise soon to be revealed...
Rating: PG...I guess. Language, mostly.
Feedback: Yes please.
Disclaimer: Joss, Mutant Enemy, and...the rest of 'em
""¦nature's first green is gold"¦her hardest hue to hold"¦her early leaf's a flower; but only so an hour... hen leaf subsides to leaf"¦so Eden sank to grief"¦so dawn goes down to day"¦nothing gold can stay"¦"
A young girl, around 15, sat atop a branch in a large oak tree, down in the heart of New York City. One of the many trees who's fate was inevitably a wood chipper to make room for more buildings, just to spew out more superficial media crap and poison the minds of impressionable young people around the world.
Hmmm"¦superficial media crap"¦good, good"¦
The girl closed her book of Robert Frost poems, and took out a leather-bound, blank book, in which the first few pages were filled with scribbles of poetry, drawings, and thoughts. She placed both book back in a large black bag, one with many patches and buttons on it. She leaned back onto the tree, completely hidden in shadows as she heard the crackling of twigs beneath someone's feet. Staying as still as she could, she watched, her eyes wide with anticipation, as a young man and woman went strolling through the grass beneath her, holding hands and giggling, whispering to each other. The stopped beneath the tree, and sat onto the ground, cuddling and kissing. The girl above them closed her eyes and sighed.
How the hell am I gonna' get out now?
Her question was answered, when a man in a police uniform came striding towards the couple.
"Hey, HEY! You shouldn't be here! This is a construction site! This tree's about to come down, you know!" he called, getting closer to the couple. The man stood up from his spot on the grass and helped his girlfriend up.
"Oh, sorry, sir"¦w-we didn't know." he nodded in the policeman's direction, then made to turn around. The girl in the tree watched with baited breath as the couple began to leave. Suddenly, the policeman said,
"Hey, you forgot something"¦a book."
Oh"¦no. Did I drop something? Oh, God I'm in trouble"¦
The man and woman turned around, the man stating,
"We didn't bring a bo-"
He stopped.
He just stopped.
He stopped?
What the hell?
The girl in the tree strained to see below her in the tangled, thick mass of leaves in the tree, but she only saw the outline of the police man's figure, and the couple huddled together, looks or horror on their faces.
"OH GOD! OH GOD GET AWAY!" She heard the man scream, as she watched the police man approach them. She leaned forwards slightly, to catch a glimpse of what horror the man had laid eyes on, and immediately wished she hadn't. The police man's face was dreadfully disfigured, his nose and forehead seemed to be shrivelled and bumpy, his eyes were yellow, and bulging, and his pale skin shone, the full moon above them lighting his face eerily. The girl stifled a gasp, and lost her footing in the tree, slipping ever so slightly, making a scratching noise with the large black boots the were on her feet. Luckily for her, the woman had screamed at that moment, as the police man bared what looked like glistening fangs, growling and snarling.
Oh"¦my"¦God"¦
It happened so quickly, the girl didn't have to time to react. The creature lunged at the couple, as their screams of terror filled the air. These screams soon turned to screams of pain, and pleas for release. The monster had them trapped, as the terrified girl in the tree watched, he snapped the neck of the man, and advanced on the woman, who was on the ground, shielding her face and sobbing. The rest was a blur of blood and screams, the girl still hiding in the tree watched for a good 10 minutes. Finally, the woman's body went limp in the vampire's grasp, and he dropped her, looking up to the sky, the blood around his mouth glistening and dripping off his face. He looked down at the bodies, inspecting his work. Inspecting? He seemed"¦proud. An odd feeling was in the pit of the girl's stomach as she looked down to the mangled bodies, and the vampire began to stride away from the scene. No remorse, no feelings at all. Like he did this every day. The girl in the tree didn't even have a chance to climb down and run home, tell the authorities"¦tell someone. She felt faint, and everything went black. Her body fell from the tree, onto the ground, and stayed there, motionless.
At that moment, a few hundred miles away, in the little town of Sunnydale, California, the people's warrior gathered together a band of girls, a creature of the night became a hero and saved the world, and a great Wiccan of their time became a Goddess"¦with a flash of light, a web of power was spread throughout the world, and millions of girls were called"¦
Back in New York, two years later, Charlotte Meyers woke with a start in a hospital.
Her short pink hair was flat against the back of her head, her brown eyes were wide with panic, Charlotte had just woken from a coma, but remembered the day she blacked out perfectly. Her day at school was clear in her mind"¦
Charlotte remembered perfectly what had happened that day...She was sitting in the school cafeteria, sipping on a coke, she was alone at the table she always sat at. Of course, no one would go near her, and the usual whispers and undertones she heard when people passed her were no surprise.
"Freak."
"Loser."
Cough. "Weirdo" Cough.
She normally didn't pay any attention to this, but one person's voice caught her attention.
"He was acting like a zombie-vampire or something" and a chortle and giggle behind her. She knew better than to say anything, but her knowledge of all that is dark got best of her.
"Actually, vampires are not zombies, they-" she said, turning around.
"What? Was I talking to you, loser?" the boy behind her said, scowling.
That night, as well, was coming back to her, and she remembered the awful screams of pain and horror, and the mutated face of the"¦vampire? Was it real? Had she dreamed it? And WHY in the hell was she in a hospital. She turned to her surroundings, to find her in a room with other people, all who seemed to be in the state she was just in. But something was odd"¦she should have felt weak"¦tired, and maybe even paralysed.
I'm no doctor, but shouldn't I be a vegetable?
Quickly, without even thinking, she grabbed something beside her bed, pulling it up. She had a feeling something was watching her, and she was right. She had grabbed a small, pale girl, who looked as if she was only a child. Her eyes seemed older, though, filled with fear, but wisdom, and she had a twitchy way about her. When Charlotte pulled the girl to eye level, she saw she would be only a few inches above her waist. The girl was twitching, her eyes wide and scared. She struggled against Charlotte's grip, but Charlotte held onto her, her grip strong, and not budging. This confused Charlotte. She had never been that active, and she wasn't the strongest person she knew.
"Who are you?" Charlotte asked, her voice quavering slightly. She had a strong feeling that this girl wasn't exactly what she seemed. She sensed something she could not name, but kept her hold on the tiny stranger. "Who are you? Why are you here?" Charlotte noticed thegirl had not hospital clothes on, but a pair of ragged plaid pants, and a white t-shirt, with stains and dirt on it. The girl merely looked at Charlotte with fear and anxiety in here eyes. She finally whispered, so quiet, Charlotte had to lean close to hear,
"Slayer."
Part One...outta..er..depends on if you all like it.
Author: Silve
BTVS related.
Spoilers: After Series Finale
Cast: Ah...that is a suprise soon to be revealed...
Rating: PG...I guess. Language, mostly.
Feedback: Yes please.
Disclaimer: Joss, Mutant Enemy, and...the rest of 'em
""¦nature's first green is gold"¦her hardest hue to hold"¦her early leaf's a flower; but only so an hour... hen leaf subsides to leaf"¦so Eden sank to grief"¦so dawn goes down to day"¦nothing gold can stay"¦"
A young girl, around 15, sat atop a branch in a large oak tree, down in the heart of New York City. One of the many trees who's fate was inevitably a wood chipper to make room for more buildings, just to spew out more superficial media crap and poison the minds of impressionable young people around the world.
Hmmm"¦superficial media crap"¦good, good"¦
The girl closed her book of Robert Frost poems, and took out a leather-bound, blank book, in which the first few pages were filled with scribbles of poetry, drawings, and thoughts. She placed both book back in a large black bag, one with many patches and buttons on it. She leaned back onto the tree, completely hidden in shadows as she heard the crackling of twigs beneath someone's feet. Staying as still as she could, she watched, her eyes wide with anticipation, as a young man and woman went strolling through the grass beneath her, holding hands and giggling, whispering to each other. The stopped beneath the tree, and sat onto the ground, cuddling and kissing. The girl above them closed her eyes and sighed.
How the hell am I gonna' get out now?
Her question was answered, when a man in a police uniform came striding towards the couple.
"Hey, HEY! You shouldn't be here! This is a construction site! This tree's about to come down, you know!" he called, getting closer to the couple. The man stood up from his spot on the grass and helped his girlfriend up.
"Oh, sorry, sir"¦w-we didn't know." he nodded in the policeman's direction, then made to turn around. The girl in the tree watched with baited breath as the couple began to leave. Suddenly, the policeman said,
"Hey, you forgot something"¦a book."
Oh"¦no. Did I drop something? Oh, God I'm in trouble"¦
The man and woman turned around, the man stating,
"We didn't bring a bo-"
He stopped.
He just stopped.
He stopped?
What the hell?
The girl in the tree strained to see below her in the tangled, thick mass of leaves in the tree, but she only saw the outline of the police man's figure, and the couple huddled together, looks or horror on their faces.
"OH GOD! OH GOD GET AWAY!" She heard the man scream, as she watched the police man approach them. She leaned forwards slightly, to catch a glimpse of what horror the man had laid eyes on, and immediately wished she hadn't. The police man's face was dreadfully disfigured, his nose and forehead seemed to be shrivelled and bumpy, his eyes were yellow, and bulging, and his pale skin shone, the full moon above them lighting his face eerily. The girl stifled a gasp, and lost her footing in the tree, slipping ever so slightly, making a scratching noise with the large black boots the were on her feet. Luckily for her, the woman had screamed at that moment, as the police man bared what looked like glistening fangs, growling and snarling.
Oh"¦my"¦God"¦
It happened so quickly, the girl didn't have to time to react. The creature lunged at the couple, as their screams of terror filled the air. These screams soon turned to screams of pain, and pleas for release. The monster had them trapped, as the terrified girl in the tree watched, he snapped the neck of the man, and advanced on the woman, who was on the ground, shielding her face and sobbing. The rest was a blur of blood and screams, the girl still hiding in the tree watched for a good 10 minutes. Finally, the woman's body went limp in the vampire's grasp, and he dropped her, looking up to the sky, the blood around his mouth glistening and dripping off his face. He looked down at the bodies, inspecting his work. Inspecting? He seemed"¦proud. An odd feeling was in the pit of the girl's stomach as she looked down to the mangled bodies, and the vampire began to stride away from the scene. No remorse, no feelings at all. Like he did this every day. The girl in the tree didn't even have a chance to climb down and run home, tell the authorities"¦tell someone. She felt faint, and everything went black. Her body fell from the tree, onto the ground, and stayed there, motionless.
At that moment, a few hundred miles away, in the little town of Sunnydale, California, the people's warrior gathered together a band of girls, a creature of the night became a hero and saved the world, and a great Wiccan of their time became a Goddess"¦with a flash of light, a web of power was spread throughout the world, and millions of girls were called"¦
Back in New York, two years later, Charlotte Meyers woke with a start in a hospital.
Her short pink hair was flat against the back of her head, her brown eyes were wide with panic, Charlotte had just woken from a coma, but remembered the day she blacked out perfectly. Her day at school was clear in her mind"¦
Charlotte remembered perfectly what had happened that day...She was sitting in the school cafeteria, sipping on a coke, she was alone at the table she always sat at. Of course, no one would go near her, and the usual whispers and undertones she heard when people passed her were no surprise.
"Freak."
"Loser."
Cough. "Weirdo" Cough.
She normally didn't pay any attention to this, but one person's voice caught her attention.
"He was acting like a zombie-vampire or something" and a chortle and giggle behind her. She knew better than to say anything, but her knowledge of all that is dark got best of her.
"Actually, vampires are not zombies, they-" she said, turning around.
"What? Was I talking to you, loser?" the boy behind her said, scowling.
That night, as well, was coming back to her, and she remembered the awful screams of pain and horror, and the mutated face of the"¦vampire? Was it real? Had she dreamed it? And WHY in the hell was she in a hospital. She turned to her surroundings, to find her in a room with other people, all who seemed to be in the state she was just in. But something was odd"¦she should have felt weak"¦tired, and maybe even paralysed.
I'm no doctor, but shouldn't I be a vegetable?
Quickly, without even thinking, she grabbed something beside her bed, pulling it up. She had a feeling something was watching her, and she was right. She had grabbed a small, pale girl, who looked as if she was only a child. Her eyes seemed older, though, filled with fear, but wisdom, and she had a twitchy way about her. When Charlotte pulled the girl to eye level, she saw she would be only a few inches above her waist. The girl was twitching, her eyes wide and scared. She struggled against Charlotte's grip, but Charlotte held onto her, her grip strong, and not budging. This confused Charlotte. She had never been that active, and she wasn't the strongest person she knew.
"Who are you?" Charlotte asked, her voice quavering slightly. She had a strong feeling that this girl wasn't exactly what she seemed. She sensed something she could not name, but kept her hold on the tiny stranger. "Who are you? Why are you here?" Charlotte noticed thegirl had not hospital clothes on, but a pair of ragged plaid pants, and a white t-shirt, with stains and dirt on it. The girl merely looked at Charlotte with fear and anxiety in here eyes. She finally whispered, so quiet, Charlotte had to lean close to hear,
"Slayer."