New Beginnings

Chapter 14
Showdown


It was dark night, darker than usual with slight chill in the air. A blue van drove into a warehouse, located near the docks. A cacophony of sounds sounded in the distance. The vehicle stopped and the rear door opened to reveal a woman who walked out carrying a metal case. She looked cautiously around, peering in the dark. “Okay, show time,” she muttered to herself, as she walked towards a nearby table. In side was a portable satellite dish with monitor and video camera. She switches on a couple of switches and lights began to blink, slowly at first, then rapidly as high-pitched noise started to emanate from the machine.


A figure stood watching from the shadows it’s eyes glowing a deep orange.


“Come on,” she muttered to herself, turning more switches frantically. The machine then emits a higher frequency.


The thing roars in pain, his eyes turning a darker color.


A passenger in a car two blocks away, told the driver to stop. The collar of his tan raincoat obscured his face. He quickly got out of the vehicle, moving rapidly to the driver side. He groaned, as if he was in pain.


“Are you okay buddy?” asked the driver solicitously, open his door to help.


Growling, eyes aglow a strange orange color and teeth lengthen to a large canine. He looked sharply at the driver. “Get out!’ he roared.


“Uh,” said the astonished driver, stumbling out of the car in his haste to get away.


The passenger got into the empty car and drove away.


At the Warehouse.


“Shut it off,” growled a primitive as he lumbered towards the machine. The woman quickly grabbed the machine, turning the frequency higher, the primitive made several attempt to grab the wires. He grabbed again, this time he managed to rip out a few wires, shoving the woman out the way. She skid across the earthen floor


Bang! A cab crashed through the wooden wall of the warehouse. Inside, the Kindred, now a primitive, shoves open the car door and lumbered out. Several other Kindred scrambled to get out of the way.


A figure dropped out off nowhere and landed on top of the car. “Why is it, when I want a cab, I cannot find one?” Buffy quipped, performing a neat somersault over the head of the primitive. He snarled, swiped at Buffy. She dodged his claw and side kicked him in the head.


Growls vibrate throughout the room. Suddenly, more than three-dozen primitives surrounded her. But she wasn’t alone. She had help in the form of several Gangrel and Brujah.


Buffy moved like lightening. She launched herself with full Slayer strength towards the second floor balcony, grabbing the railings and swinging onto the upper level. “Gun,” she yelled. When going into a battle her weapon of choice would not be a gun, she thought, plus stakes doesn’t have any use, if the body doesn’t go poof. She learned that lesson well, when she had fought the primitives before.


She caught the gun effortlessly that Sasha had thrown to her and took a stance. It seemed like she was born with a gun in her hand. It was effortless, as she fired into the crowd of primitives. As a Slayer, everything became weapons in her hands. A primitive grabbed Sasha from behind, arching her neck, as if to bite. Buffy, using the railing on the balcony pushed herself into the air arcing backwards over the primitive’s head, landing behind him.


Sensing some one, the primitive, pushed out a leg back at her, which she dodged and caught. She then hooked her foot behind his, and took his leg from under him.


“Thanks,” said, Sasha breathlessly.


“You’re welcome,” said Buffy grinning. She was enjoying her self. It was a wonderful work out. “Your Uncle Julian would kill me if you got hurt. So be careful.”


“I will,” said Sasha, smiling back at her. Everything was right within her world. Both her Uncle Julian and Cash were going to be all right. “But remember, I am not the only one special to Uncle Julian. You are special to him too.”


Buffy nodded, the smile disappearing off her face.


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Meanwhile back at the mansion, both Daedalus and Sonny took turns, explaining to Julian what was going on. He called an emergency meeting of the conclave, declaring James Beacham an outlaw “I declare blood hunt,” said Julian. “Upon Cyril James Beacham for breaking the commandment of our masquerade. He will be hunted down and his blood will strengthen us.”