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Chapter 11: Lay of the Land
Chapter 11: Lay of the Land
Sunnydale Realtors
July 9, 8:20am local
Sunnydale, CA.
Venka’s POV
It’s 8:20 am and here I am at Sunnydale Realtors office looking for a place to stay in this damned town, not my favorite thing to do this early in the day, truth be told I hate awaking afore noon. But this could take till sundown so I’m here far too early look for a place to rent or buy, yes buy you can never have to many houses. I sigh as I look over my choices, this is boring. 10 minutes later I find one that might do so the realtor and I head off to look at the place, oh joy.
House on the Outskirts of Town
July 9, 8:40 am local
Sunnydale, CA.
Venka’s POV
It took 10 minutes to drive to the outskirts of town; this man is one slow driver yesh. Well the house isn’t too bad on the outside, one point for it is the fact that it is outside of town a bit so the vibes from the Hellmouth aren’t to bad, another point is the fact that I can feel a focal point on the grounds. For those who don’t know a focal point is basically a place where mystic energy flows, think of it like the opposite of the Hellmouth, where a Hellmouth seeps negative energy a focal point seeps positive energy, kinda like a battery has two ends there are two types of seepage. I find it kinda odd that around Hellmouths there are lots of focal points, guess trying to balance out the effects of the Hellmouth. Ohh well, it’s a good thing for me since having a focal point near by well help with any spells I do.
The realtor takes me around the house, it’s a rather large one by most people’s standers but I grew up in a castle so it’s not that big. It’s two stories with an attic and a fully done basement, 4 baths and 6 bedrooms, a bath down stairs along with 2 bed rooms, a study, the living room, entry way, kitchen and dining room and a fully stocked gym, the last owners left all the furniture which is mostly from the late 70’s. Gods if I stay here I’m redecorating, the place look s awful. The second story consists of a master bedroom and bath, along with 2 more bathrooms and 3 bedrooms, two bedrooms are connected by one bath while the other is part of the 3rd room. Not a bad house really, just needs a few new paint jobs, the kitchen if fully set up with all new appliances, the baths are all redone as well so all I have to do is but new furniture and paint the rooms.
The outside is mostly a large over grown garden front and back along with a pool and a bit of a over grown green house. The focal point is in the back so I’m not to worried about the gardens, I have a tendency to let them grow as they will anyway. There are lots of hardwoods on the property, mostly oaks and a few willows, along with a bunch of over grown rose bushes. I like the place needs a little work but that don’t bother me a bit, I’ll fix the place up if I decide to stay longer then it takes to take out my father.
I tell the realtor I want the house so we go back to the office to sign and pay for the place, I think I shocked the man by paying in cash, hehe, gotta love the look on his face. Having the temporary owner papers in hand I head out to get the utilities and phone turned on, it doesn’t take me too long. By the time I’m done it’s nearly noon so I go back to the Motor lodge and get my bags planning to drop them off then head out to find an furniture store to fix the place up, I’m not sleeping in the bed the last owners left, anyway it doesn’t hurt to fix the place up, I may stay or I may not stay but it’s always good to have a place livable incase I decide to stay or come back at a later point in time.
So I drop my bags off and head in to L.A. to get what I need, I hope to be back by sundown so I can look for my father, or watch the slayer inaction, I’ll probable do both.
Venka’s House
July 9, 4pm local
Sunnydale, CA.
Venka’s POV
I make it back by 4 having bought what I need along with having the store deliver; they should be here in a hour, just enough time to shower and change for to night.
5pm local
I’ve just finish changing when the delivery van drives up so I head out to tell the guys where to put the stuff and what to take since they deliver and take the old stuff out, hence the reason I had them come in the first place. I bought mostly furniture in black or red, lots of wood and leather, kinda a vampire’s wet dream really since I plan on doing the house in shades of black and red, cliché I know but they are my two favorite colors, so deal. The delivery guys leave and I set my place up, it’ only takes two hours so I’m done by the time the sunsets. Off to the cemeteries I go.
Restfields Cemetery
July 9, 8:20pm local
Sunnydale, CA.
Venka’s POV
Here I am, it’s 8:20 at night and I’m sitting on top of a mausoleum watching as the Slayer dusts five young demonic vampires, by God I’m 533 years old and I’m stalking an 19 year old, I must be bored out of my mind to be doing this. Oh well I’ve looked all over town by this point finding no sign of my father, though I’m not to surprised for all I know he might not be here yet, I may as well keep a eye on the Slayer.
Watching her brings back memories of Bella the young Slayer’s style is a lot like Bella’s was, full of passion but still deadly. This one fights with her emotions, something most Watchers try to teach them not too along with striping them of all that makes them human, by the time most Slayers are called they are nothing but fighting machines with little if any emotions left. Which is a pity since the ones that keep their emotion, a connection to the world around them are the ones that last the longest and fight the hardest, since they are fighting to keep what they have, but then again most Watchers are idiots. I’ve killed quite a few Watchers over the years that treated their Slayers like slaves or tools; I’m not very fond of that type of Watcher. I hope I won’t have to kill this Slayer’s Watcher, but from what I hear he treats her like a daughter not a tool to be used and tossed away when broken, which will be good if that’s true. If not he dies, it’s that simple.
I shake my head when a bleach blonde walks up to the Slayer, its William the Bloody, oh goody he is in town that means I can kill the pain. I watch as the Slayer talks with him finding it a bit odd that she isn’t fighting him, I’ll have to look in to why, but that isn’t my concern at this moment, the demon sneaking up on the two is. I shouldn’t have been worried; about the time I would have jumped in the Slayer turns around and attacks it taking the green thing down with the help of the Billy Idol wannabe, hmm maybe that’s why he isn’t dust? He’s helping the Slayer? Now why would the Slayer of Slayers help one? I’ll find out later right now I need to get back to looking for daddy dearest, oh joy.
I jump off the mausoleum landing on the wall near by making nary a sound, I then jump to the street below to continue the search for my father, or at least the most likely place he would stay. Which won’t be to hard, the man is a drama queen, so all I have to do is find the biggest place in town and keep an eye on it waiting for a coffin or box to be delivered during a large storm, which more then likely he will cause. His brain works like clockwork I swear, it’s the same thing every time he moves somewhere. As annoying as that is it’s a good thing for me, its means I’ll know when the bastard shows his face in town making my life easier. And speak of the devil, here is the perfect place for the drama queen, it’s a bloody castle, in the middle of a small town, yeah he’s coming; only he would cause something like this to show up here, it’s a damn neon sign saying DRACULA IS IN TOWN!! He is a idiot. Oh well this just means I can head home to get some sleep, which is what I’m going to do. He won’t do anything tonight since he isn’t here yet, the castle isn’t fully corporeal yet, man the only reason I can see the bloody place is because I’m blood and a witch, so the Slayer is safe for the night, from him anyway. But if the girl has survived the Hellmouth for the past three years she will survive tonight, I’m off to bed.
The End.
Sunnydale Realtors
July 9, 8:20am local
Sunnydale, CA.
Venka’s POV
It’s 8:20 am and here I am at Sunnydale Realtors office looking for a place to stay in this damned town, not my favorite thing to do this early in the day, truth be told I hate awaking afore noon. But this could take till sundown so I’m here far too early look for a place to rent or buy, yes buy you can never have to many houses. I sigh as I look over my choices, this is boring. 10 minutes later I find one that might do so the realtor and I head off to look at the place, oh joy.
House on the Outskirts of Town
July 9, 8:40 am local
Sunnydale, CA.
Venka’s POV
It took 10 minutes to drive to the outskirts of town; this man is one slow driver yesh. Well the house isn’t too bad on the outside, one point for it is the fact that it is outside of town a bit so the vibes from the Hellmouth aren’t to bad, another point is the fact that I can feel a focal point on the grounds. For those who don’t know a focal point is basically a place where mystic energy flows, think of it like the opposite of the Hellmouth, where a Hellmouth seeps negative energy a focal point seeps positive energy, kinda like a battery has two ends there are two types of seepage. I find it kinda odd that around Hellmouths there are lots of focal points, guess trying to balance out the effects of the Hellmouth. Ohh well, it’s a good thing for me since having a focal point near by well help with any spells I do.
The realtor takes me around the house, it’s a rather large one by most people’s standers but I grew up in a castle so it’s not that big. It’s two stories with an attic and a fully done basement, 4 baths and 6 bedrooms, a bath down stairs along with 2 bed rooms, a study, the living room, entry way, kitchen and dining room and a fully stocked gym, the last owners left all the furniture which is mostly from the late 70’s. Gods if I stay here I’m redecorating, the place look s awful. The second story consists of a master bedroom and bath, along with 2 more bathrooms and 3 bedrooms, two bedrooms are connected by one bath while the other is part of the 3rd room. Not a bad house really, just needs a few new paint jobs, the kitchen if fully set up with all new appliances, the baths are all redone as well so all I have to do is but new furniture and paint the rooms.
The outside is mostly a large over grown garden front and back along with a pool and a bit of a over grown green house. The focal point is in the back so I’m not to worried about the gardens, I have a tendency to let them grow as they will anyway. There are lots of hardwoods on the property, mostly oaks and a few willows, along with a bunch of over grown rose bushes. I like the place needs a little work but that don’t bother me a bit, I’ll fix the place up if I decide to stay longer then it takes to take out my father.
I tell the realtor I want the house so we go back to the office to sign and pay for the place, I think I shocked the man by paying in cash, hehe, gotta love the look on his face. Having the temporary owner papers in hand I head out to get the utilities and phone turned on, it doesn’t take me too long. By the time I’m done it’s nearly noon so I go back to the Motor lodge and get my bags planning to drop them off then head out to find an furniture store to fix the place up, I’m not sleeping in the bed the last owners left, anyway it doesn’t hurt to fix the place up, I may stay or I may not stay but it’s always good to have a place livable incase I decide to stay or come back at a later point in time.
So I drop my bags off and head in to L.A. to get what I need, I hope to be back by sundown so I can look for my father, or watch the slayer inaction, I’ll probable do both.
Venka’s House
July 9, 4pm local
Sunnydale, CA.
Venka’s POV
I make it back by 4 having bought what I need along with having the store deliver; they should be here in a hour, just enough time to shower and change for to night.
5pm local
I’ve just finish changing when the delivery van drives up so I head out to tell the guys where to put the stuff and what to take since they deliver and take the old stuff out, hence the reason I had them come in the first place. I bought mostly furniture in black or red, lots of wood and leather, kinda a vampire’s wet dream really since I plan on doing the house in shades of black and red, cliché I know but they are my two favorite colors, so deal. The delivery guys leave and I set my place up, it’ only takes two hours so I’m done by the time the sunsets. Off to the cemeteries I go.
Restfields Cemetery
July 9, 8:20pm local
Sunnydale, CA.
Venka’s POV
Here I am, it’s 8:20 at night and I’m sitting on top of a mausoleum watching as the Slayer dusts five young demonic vampires, by God I’m 533 years old and I’m stalking an 19 year old, I must be bored out of my mind to be doing this. Oh well I’ve looked all over town by this point finding no sign of my father, though I’m not to surprised for all I know he might not be here yet, I may as well keep a eye on the Slayer.
Watching her brings back memories of Bella the young Slayer’s style is a lot like Bella’s was, full of passion but still deadly. This one fights with her emotions, something most Watchers try to teach them not too along with striping them of all that makes them human, by the time most Slayers are called they are nothing but fighting machines with little if any emotions left. Which is a pity since the ones that keep their emotion, a connection to the world around them are the ones that last the longest and fight the hardest, since they are fighting to keep what they have, but then again most Watchers are idiots. I’ve killed quite a few Watchers over the years that treated their Slayers like slaves or tools; I’m not very fond of that type of Watcher. I hope I won’t have to kill this Slayer’s Watcher, but from what I hear he treats her like a daughter not a tool to be used and tossed away when broken, which will be good if that’s true. If not he dies, it’s that simple.
I shake my head when a bleach blonde walks up to the Slayer, its William the Bloody, oh goody he is in town that means I can kill the pain. I watch as the Slayer talks with him finding it a bit odd that she isn’t fighting him, I’ll have to look in to why, but that isn’t my concern at this moment, the demon sneaking up on the two is. I shouldn’t have been worried; about the time I would have jumped in the Slayer turns around and attacks it taking the green thing down with the help of the Billy Idol wannabe, hmm maybe that’s why he isn’t dust? He’s helping the Slayer? Now why would the Slayer of Slayers help one? I’ll find out later right now I need to get back to looking for daddy dearest, oh joy.
I jump off the mausoleum landing on the wall near by making nary a sound, I then jump to the street below to continue the search for my father, or at least the most likely place he would stay. Which won’t be to hard, the man is a drama queen, so all I have to do is find the biggest place in town and keep an eye on it waiting for a coffin or box to be delivered during a large storm, which more then likely he will cause. His brain works like clockwork I swear, it’s the same thing every time he moves somewhere. As annoying as that is it’s a good thing for me, its means I’ll know when the bastard shows his face in town making my life easier. And speak of the devil, here is the perfect place for the drama queen, it’s a bloody castle, in the middle of a small town, yeah he’s coming; only he would cause something like this to show up here, it’s a damn neon sign saying DRACULA IS IN TOWN!! He is a idiot. Oh well this just means I can head home to get some sleep, which is what I’m going to do. He won’t do anything tonight since he isn’t here yet, the castle isn’t fully corporeal yet, man the only reason I can see the bloody place is because I’m blood and a witch, so the Slayer is safe for the night, from him anyway. But if the girl has survived the Hellmouth for the past three years she will survive tonight, I’m off to bed.
The End.