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Date Posted: 09:03:32 10/03/03 Fri
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Written by Gemma
In collaboration with toothy
Disclaimer: * reads from pieces of paper: These characters are not ours they are the property of Joss and Mutant Enemy. *toothy grabs the paper and screws it up * “What are you doing toothy?” Gemma puts her hands on her hips. “Well that’s not entirely true some of them are ours Gemma!” “Alright then toothy, you do the disclaimer” “ OK then I will.. Gemma, this is your fic, you wrote it and I'm not taking credit...well not until everyone says how much they like it. :)”
PREVIOUSLY
Cordy: * Breathless *
Angel, Willow’s on the phone…She’s alive! Buffy’s alive!
Cordy turns and runs back inside. Angel jumps up and runs into the hotel after Cordy
Buffy strides towards her front door
Giles:
Buffy what is it?
Buffy turns back towards Dawn and Giles
Buffy:
Angel
Giles:
Is he in trouble?
Buffy:
He knows that I’m…
Dawn gives Buffy a concerned look but Buffy ignores it.
Buffy:
He, he needs to see me. I have to see him
Giles:
Yes, yes of course. You’ll leave for LA tomorrow
Buffy: * shakes head*
Not LA. And not here. Somewhere in the middle. There’s a, a place.
Giles is a bit put out at Buffy’s abruptness.
Giles:
I see. Well, we should get all these … bills and things out of the way before…
Buffy cuts him off
Buffy:
I gotta go now.
Buffy leaves Giles and Dawn sitting in a mess of bills
Somewhere near Mt. Whitney
Buffy walks into what appears to be the main street of an old deserted town. This town is classic cowboy films deserted. Tumbleweeds roll around; buildings are boarded up, well you get the picture. A giant oak stands to the side of the street. It's branches spread wide casting scary shadows in the full moonlight. Buffy takes a seat underneath the oak and looks over the magnificent view of where she has just come from. A valley, which unfolds to the rolling hills of lush green. Un able to connect to the beauty of the moment, she shivers in the crisp night air as a light breeze rustles the branches. The only light is coming from the full moon above them. She sees something move on her left.
Buffy: *in a questioning voice*
Angel?
Angel comes rushing forward; grabs Buffy; holds her out; scans her face with an unbelieving look and then pulls her close to him again.
Angel:
It’s almost too unreal to be true. I thought I’d lost you forever Buffy
Buffy pulls back slightly and looks up at Angel.
Buffy: *saddened*
Yeah I’m back
Buffy pulls out of Angel's hold, taking a few steps back. This was the moment she had expected would make everything right, but even Angel's touch felt harsh. After her time in heaven, the world and everyone in it had become like sand paper. As she turns back towards him, she plasters on the same smile she's been using on her friends to make them believe all is well.
Buffy:
Hey with friends like mine how could I ever stay dead? I’m starting to believe that I’m gonna be 100 years old, really ready to die. I do it only to awake again with wrinkled Xander there saying:
(Adapts an old Xander type voice)
‘It’s my job to be involved with bringing you back time and time again’. Ooh bright side- I could end up in the Guinness Book of Records as the oldest living person around.
Angel walks over to Buffy and tilts her chin up to meet his gaze.
Angel:
I could handle you being the oldest living person. But you know that false attitude won’t work on me. I know you better than that. What’s really wrong?
Buffy sighs and leans her head against Angel’s chest.
Buffy:
Why are you always able to see through me so easily?
(Beat)
You sure I can’t fool you if I show you distracting pretty things?
Angel:
Seeing you.... being with you again.... it’s breathtaking. Now I’m sure that qualifies as being suitably distracted. What’s wrong?
Buffy:
It’s me. I feel like I’m wrong. I should feel happy that I’m back but…
Buffy pulls away from Angel a shocked look on her face.
Angel:
What is it? What?
Angel looks down to where something has just hit him in the arm. He pulls it out, looks to see a dart and then looks towards Buffy. Buffy is holding the same type of dart in her hand. She starts to sway drops the dart and goes down.
Buffy:
So much for slayer and vampire senses
Angel:
Buffy!!!
Angel goes to move towards an unconscious Buffy but only manages to fall to his knees. He sees a figure in blue and gold robes walking towards him. The figure stops paces from Angel. Angel tries to make out the figures face through his daze but is unable to because of a hood obscuring its head.
Angel: * venomously *
You’ll die for this.
The figure, removes its hood to reveal a one-eyed purple being with black symbols on it’s cheek. As Angel loses consciousness, the demon's eye glows red as he starts chanting in ancient Sumerian.
Purple Demon:
Inana an mu-un-cub
(Anna abandoned heaven)
Inane Ki mu-un-cub
(Anna abandoned earth)
BTVS credits
2050 –somewhere in California
An 18-year-old girl with long red hair drops a bag on the ground and looks around
Girl:
So this is my new home eh? Could be promising
From behind someone creeps up behind her and knocks her out. She awakens to a scene of intense battle between figures with deformed faces and a young blonde-haired man. She rises, feels a pain shoot through her head, reaches up and feels wetness. She looks at her hand to find it’s covered in blood. Suddenly hands grab her from behind and lift her up. She turns only to receive a close-up of a deformed face.
Deformed thing: *gruffly*
Get back in the action! I have 10 kittens ridin’ on you bein’ the first to die.
It smiles to reveal sharp teeth and throws her towards the fighting. She gets hit in the face with a right hook and is spun around and held from behind.
Vampire #2:
You are mine girl
The young man * throws her a sharp piece of broken wooden crate *
Here catch! Aim for the heart!
He ducks as a fist comes towards him and then rams a piece of crate into the vampire, dusting it. The girl’s survival instincts kick in. She rams her head backwards, off-balancing the vampire who has hold of her just as it goes to sink it’s teeth into her. She kicks up, sending it to the ground, jumps on it and rams the wood in.
Vampire #1:
Ha ha you missed
Red-haired girl:
I won’t again
She slams the makeshift stake home.
Red-haired girl:
Told you
Somewhere near Mt. Whitney-present day
An unconscious Angel is being dragged into a small dark and damp room. The purple being (still chanting) heaves him up onto a low table. It rips open angel shirt and reaches for a bowl. It starts to paint small curvy symbols on Angel’s chest and cheeks. The cheek symbols are the same as the purple demons. He walks to a padded stool, sits on it cross-legged and continues to chant.
Purple Demon:
Me 7-bi zag mu-ni-in KEC
(She took the seven divine powers)
Inana Kur-re ba-e-a-ed
(Anna descended to the underworld)
Oo-kush-ta
(From the raging storm)
The scene expands to show an also unconscious Buffy on a table lying similar to Angel, topless, with the exact same symbols covering her face and chest.
2050
The red-haired girl gets up, after her slay, with the new found knowledge she can beat these things, runs to help the young man. Soon a balding middle-aged man comes from nowhere, joins in the fight and quickly the last vampire is like the stuff that collects on mantle pieces.
Old Man:
Sorry it took so long to get here but the trip through Las Angeles nearly killed me. It’s changed so much over the years. Well not too much since it’s still the best place for evil to go since Sunnydale.
The girl and young man look at the man as if he’s the strangest thing since Hush. They look at each other and raise their eyebrows.
Girl:
And you would be?
Old Man:
Mataka of course.
*Points to her bleeding head *
Ah brain scrambled. Don’t worry that will sort itself out in time. Any more questions? I do have some good books to catch up on
Girl: * yelling*
Yeah how about… What the hell is going on? For starters
The young man stands there with his arms crossed looking from Mataka to the girl and back again.
Mataka:
You my dear are supposed to be a Vampire Slayer. Well one of them anyway. You know “ In every generation a slayer is born…etcetera etcetera
He waves his hand around as if bored, not completing the verse.
Girl:
A Vampire slayer? What are you on? How come I’ve never seen them before?
Mataka:
What have you been living in Dodge for the last 48 years?
Girl: *offended *
No Omaha
Mataka: * patiently *
Those things you just fought are vampires. Oh and your friend/lover/ whatever he is there* points at young man *
The young man throws his hands up
Man:
Hey hold up I’m not one of them. All I remember is lots of drinking, passing out and waking in a cage being told I’m tonight’s entertainment. I know I’m not a vampire. They’re beasts. I’m not a beast!
(Panicky)
Oh god Have I been bitten?
He runs his hand frantically over his neck and not feeling any bite marks sighs with relief
Man:
Surely I’d remember that! I’m not a complete imbecile.
(Smiles widely and offers his hand to the girl)
I’m Brett
The Girl shakes his hand
Girl:
I’m Anita
(Beat)
The vampire slayer apparently
Mataka: * impatiently to Brett*
I’m not sure about you not being an imbecile. This starting to get old real quick.
Mataka looks from Anita to Brett again
Mataka:
You are a souled vampire. Used to be only one but now it’s all the rage. If your loved one get’s turned get ’em a soul for Christmas. Those you fought are vampires that have no one who loves them so they stay barbaric.
Brett:
So where do you figure in this?
Mataka:
I’m watching you both. Oh I long for the times when it was just one to watch. Anyway it’s nearly sunrise I suggest you get some sleep Anita and you Brett get indoors before you end up like those
Mataka points towards the mounds of dust left from their battle.
Mataka:
I’m off to find the nearest inn. I need a drink. Ah there you are
Mataka walks off towards a building he just spotted with the words Travelers Inn written on the window.
Anita:
Sarcastic* Well that’s peachy isn’t it.
Look we’ll stick together. Neither of us has any idea so maybe we can help each other out and thanks for the tip back there on how to kill them.
(Brett nods)
Let’s find somewhere to shack up for a while. Just keep your friendly teeth to yourself
They start walking off
Brett: * teasingly reaching to touch her arm*
What about my “lover” hands?
Anita slaps his hand away
Anita:
Touch me like that again and there’ll be fire in your near future.
Brett sniffs the air
Brett:
What’s that smell?
Anita: * offended *
Wasn’t me!
Brett:
I wasn’t talking about you. Smells like cooking. Let’s check it out. I’ll race you.
Brett takes off towards the smell with Anita hot on his heels.
Somewhere near Mt. Whitney- present day
Purple Demon:
Me-ool-lee-a
(I bring the power)
Ba-ab-ab tum-mu-de-en
(Of the primeval one)
Me mu-un-ur-ur
(To collect the divine powers)
The purple demon opens his eye, rises and walks over to Buffy and Angel. He looks them over, paying special attention to the markings he had drawn on them. It stops chanting momentarily.
Purple demon: * in Sumerian *
Why isn’t it done yet? The marks should’ve disappeared by now. I should have their power.
It returns to its previous position and begins the chant over again. Louder this time.
Purple demon:
Inana an mu-un-cub
(Anna abandoned heaven)
Inana Ki mu-un-cub
(Anna abandoned earth)
Me 7-bi zag mu-ni-in KEC
(She took the seven divine powers)
2050
Anita:
They’re nearly done
She shuts the oven door and jumps up on a counter next to the oven.
Brett:
I can’t believe our luck. How many places do you know of that were recently abandoned while cookies were baking? Check this out
Brett brings an open book over to Anita.
Brett:
How come it takes 15 minutes at the blue dot temperature to cook cookies, yet a roast at red dot temperature takes 20 seconds. Why not just do the cookies at red dot temperature? Quicker.
He goes to turn the oven knob around to the red dot
Anita:
Don’t you dare! Maybe some things are better after they are baked longer. How come you don’t understand these ovens anyway?
Brett:
No-where near this rich. The place I live is smaller and darker
Anita leans back and places a hand on either side of herself. She yelps in pain as her right hand comes into contact with something hot. Brett grabs the hand Anita is now cradling and inspects it.
Brett:
Just a little burn. It’ll heal
He looks up into Anita’s blue eyes. Without thinking he leans forward and kisses her. A bit taken back Anita jumps making Brett spring back.
Brett:
I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to it just that it seemed….
Anita: * interrupted in a small voice*
Right. And you know what’s said about things that feel right don’t you. You do it again.
She smiles as she pulls him towards her and presses her lips against his again. He pulls back, bringing her further towards him. Anita lets out a gasp as she starts to fall off the counter. She feels Brett’s grasp tighten.
Brett: * whispered*
Don’t worry I’ve saved you. I’ve got your back on this one.
He winks as she notices his hand is on the bare skin of her back. He leans forward again but is startled by a noise behind him.
Mataka:
Ahem. See you’ve been enjoying yourselves while I’ve been reading up on history.
Brett and Anita jumped apart.
Anita: * embarrassed *
We were just um
Brett: * in a cooler tone *
We were baking cookies. Want one?
Mataka: * flustered*
No we don’t have time for that.
Mataka walks over to the stove and throws some books down, knocking the oven knob to red. Suddenly the room fills with smoke. Brett grins at Anita
Brett:
Well you did say there’d be fire. Would’ve thought it would’ve been flameier though.
He starts to laugh.
Anita: *starts laughing too *
Looks like over baked cookies. Over baked is up there with quick baked. Except over baked cookies never get eaten.
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