The Remaining Few - Story 2

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Chapter One

"You think we can take them?" Parker asked. He looked at his friends Nick and Hannah. They were both leaned up against the wall underneath the window. Their target was outside.

Parker, Willow, and Xander had moved to England two months ago. Spike tagged along, as he always did, and Faith would make a few trips down. They didn't know how she found the money to get the England, then again they didn't want to know.

"I can't believe it! I've never seen one before." Hannah slowly looked out the window, then got back under the window. "What do you think they want with us?"

"To kill us." Parker looked at both his friends. "That's why we have to run now if we're gunna make it!"

Nick stood up and looked out the window. "You guys are crazy you know that? It's just a black van!"

"Yeah, but the freaky government people always drive around in those black vans. I'm telling you they're after us." Hannah smiled. "Now get down before they see us!"

"You guys are such children." Nick laughed. "All three of us are 17-years-old, and we still act like kids. It's like... Do we still believe in vampires and werewolves?"

Parker coughed nervously.

"Hey guys." Hannah was looking out the window. "Some guy just came out of the black van. He has a suit on. He's coming this way!"

Nick and Parker looked out the window. "Oh my god!" They both said in unison. "RUN!" The three teens ran out of the room and down the stairs. "BACK DOOR! BACK DOOR!" Parker yelled. The three made their way through the house and opened the back door. When they did, they bumped into someone.

"Andrew...."
 
Chapter Two

"Andrew... What are you... doing here?" Parker asked. He was a little big upset. As everyone did, he couldn't stand Andrew. He didn't hate the guy, but he was just different, annoying.

"I heard that my nephew and my friends were in England and I had to stop by and say hello." Andrew smiled. He waved his arm out the door and the black van slowly drove away.

"Andrew, you're not my uncle." Parker sighed.

"Yeah, but Xander isn't either!" Andrew complained in that annoying high pitched voice. "I just wanna have a special place in your life!"

"I'm sure you do..." Hannah coughed, implying something somewhat obvious.

"Heard from Dawn lately?" Andrew asked. "I saw her a few weeks ago. I had a party and I needed entertainment so--"

"Oh my god! You hired my only real aunt to dance at one of your parties?" Parker was so annoyed. Why would Andrew exploit one of his friends like that.

"I wouldn't mind your aunt dancing at one of my parties. I've seen pictures." Nick said. He was then met with a elbow to the stomach. He looked at Parker and sighed. "I was just kidding."

"Why are we being so nice to this guy anyway? or... atleast somewhat nice..." Hannah asked.

"He's rich. He's a billionaire. Ask him for money if you get on his good side. That's what we all do."

* * * * *

"You're supposed to plunge and move on, plunge and move on." Roger yelled as Parker fought a vampire in the graveyard.

"Hey, I'm not the Slayer. I'm the Hunter! I don't have all the super strength that Slayer's have!" Parker was pinned to the ground with the vampire leaned closer to his neck. "HELP!"

"You're the Hunter. Find your own way out." Roger sat on a grave stone and started writing down notes in a Watchers Journal.

"You gotta be kidding me..." Parker brought his foot up, kicking the vampire in the family jewels. It let him go and he brought both feet up and knocked the vampire down. Both men got to their feet at the same time. "Uh..." He picked his take up off the ground and plunged at the vampire. The vampire moved out the way and punched Parker to the side. Parker flipped over and landed on his back on the ground. "ow."

"Need any help?" Roger asked sarcastically.

"Hey! I don't see you going out every night to fight people 10 times stronger than you. So keep your damn mouth shut." Parker got to his feet and kicked the vampire in the stomach. He quickly shot the stake out into the vampires heart. He pulled it out and the vampire turned into dust. "Don't now how my mother ever managed..."

* * * * *

Parker walked into his room. Xander and Willow were already fast asleep, seeing how it was 12:30 at night. He quietly changed into pajama pants and sat on his bed. He looked at his stomach. It was all covered in scratches and bruises. He trudged to the other side of the room and grabbed a first aid kit. He tiredly wrapped up his wounds and lied in bed. The wind was blowing and he walked to his window. He was about to close it when a hand came through and grabbed his. He stumbled back and fell on the floor.

In climbed Sabrina. Sabrina was a girl that Parker knew from school. Although it's only been a month or so, the two had grown extremely close. Maybe to close. Sabrina smiled when she saw Parker lying on the ground, shirt off. "What happened to you? Lose a fight with a dishwasher again?"

"Hahaha, you're funny." Parker glared jokingly. He stood up and helped Sabrina into his room. He took a look at her face, and by her expression, he knew there was something bothering her. "What's wrong?"

"I... Something happened... I don't wanna talk about it now... I don't even know why I came... I just... Can I..."

"What?" Parker asked. "You wanna stay here with me?"

"Yeah." She smiled. "I don't even know why I came here. You just seem so understanding and kind. I knew I could trust you. Plus you're a cutie and you can tell all your friends you slept with me."

"ooh yeah, I can give the people at school even more reason to hate me." Parker smiled. He walked to his bed and got under the covers. Sabrina followed him and lied next to him. She hugged him, putting her head on her stomach, trying not to hurt his wounds.

"Parker?" She asked. "You never told me how you got hurt."

"I'll tell you in the morning. Maybe in the morning you can tell me why you're upset. Ok?" Parker put an arm around her.

"Ok... Sorry if I --"

"Nah, it's perfectly fine. If you need anything during the night just wake me." Parker closed his eyes and the two fell asleep together.

From outside, Jessica looked up at his window as the two fell asleep. She was not happy at all. She couldn't let Buffy's son fall in love with some other girl! She was meant for Parker. "Buffy wants me with her son, Buffy wants me with her son, Buffy wants me with her son." She said as she walked away from the yard. "Buffy wants me to have her friends, her life, her son, everything! And I know exactly what to do to get it."
 
Chapter Three

Parker woke up in the morning. He let his arms search the bed, but Sabrina was nowhere to be found. He sat up and opened his eyes. He opened them in a nick-of-time. A woman with purple hair and strange clothing attacked him. He dove off of his bed and fell on the floor, dodging a kick that was coming straight for him.

The woman reflected off the bed and spiral kicked Parker in the face. His head cracked on the floor and as he brought his head up to see again, she kicked his head back down. What happened next was really weird. From her jacket, this woman pulled out the scythe.

"Wait! You're a Slayer, right?" Parker asked, trying to stop the brutal beating he was recieving.

"What is it to you?" She picked him up by his waist and threw him up against the wall. She kept a hand pinned to his chest which kept him up. "So what if I'm a Slayer? It's good for me, yeah? I could kick your sorry ass so easily. Now send me home!"

"What? I didn't bring you hear." Parker said, looking down at her. She responded by bringing the scythe to his throat. "XANDER! WILLOW! HELP!"

"What? What's a Xander and a Willow?" She asked.

"They are my friends, and any second now they will be in here to kick your ass. Willow is the most powerful witch on Earth. With a wave of her hand she can make you nothing but bones!"

"Willow Rosenburg?" She let Parker fall to the ground as she gripped the scythe tighter. "Looks like I got bigger fish to fry."

She dashed out of Parker's room and down the hallway. It took Parker a few seconds to think. He got to his feet and ran after her, slower because he was injured and he wasn't as fast as a Slayer.

When he arrived downstairs, Willow and the strange woman were already battling. Willow's eyes had turned all black, as she needed lots of power to fight this woman. The woman was holding her own, however, she could dodge the attacks.

"Who are you?" Willow asked. She waved her hand and the woman flew up against the wall. "Kelly Aries Cumis Tonic, Air Like Necter Thick As Onix, By Your Second Star, Hold My Victem As In Tar."

The woman flailed her legs as she tried to move, but the powerful spell would not let her.

"I'll ask you again." Willow helped Xander off the floor. He tried to help Willow, but he was no match for a Slayer. "Who are you?"

"My name is Melika Fray, although I go by Fray. I am the Vampire Slayer."
 
Good one - I'm hoping to get the Fray comics soon so this'll be even better for that I hope.
 
This first part takes place on the evil side. After the first ***** is when it's the good guys.

Chapter Three

"Did your spell work, Master?" A typically powerful demon stood, watching as a large towering figure chanted words over and over. He could almost memorize them by now.

"Yes..." He whispered in a low growl. "They don't know the difference... They can't feel what I feel... Know what I know... See what I see... They did exactly what I wanted them too... I can put on a good show when I want too... I guess she never fully understood me when I said "You pulled a nice trick. You came pretty close to smacking me down". Stupid mistake... Always stupid mistakes... That's what kills Slayers... I remember I was there when a Slayer was killed in the 1600's. I don't know why this girl made it past her first vampire. She was one of those proper, better than everyone, bitches. She was to afraid to get her dress dirty or get a hair out of place. She would slap and kick the vampire, no fighting skills what-so-ever. I think her Watcher did most of the work for her. They both died however.... As soon this world will..."

* * * * *

"You're a Slayer?" Willow stared at the woman with purple hair and a different style clothing then she'd ever seen before. She noticed the Scythe in her hand. "Xander... Can you check upstairs and see if the Scythe is still in 'the spot'?"

"Sure thing." Xander managed to pull himself to his feet and slowly walked upstairs, rubbing his bruised back as he walked.

"What do you mean 'A' Slayer? I'm the Slayer!" Melika screamed, kicking her feet, although she knew it was useless. "I come from a world where there is no buildings like these, cars fly, there is no wood, no water. The only wood on the planet is that which is on the end of the Scythe! These vampires as you call them, are called lurks where I come from. My brother! He was made into a vampire. He was... My Watcher, a big horned plomer demon told me that my brother was something called... a Vampire Hunter. I'm a mixed Slayer! I have the fighting ability and the super strength, and the fast healing. He had the dreams and the senses and what not. Now that you know who I am, can you please let me go?"

Willow stopped and slowly looked at Parker. He laughed nervously.

AH! WRITERS BLOCK! SORRY! CANT FIGURE OUT HOW TO CONTINUE! I'll post something tomorrow when I find out what to do next.
 
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