The Unknown
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › FemmeSlash - Female/Female › Buffy/Faith
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
3,848
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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The Unknown
Prologue
Restfield Cemetery 1:20 A.M.
A small group of three demons swiftly and quietly crept through the thin layer of fog that had descended upon Sunnydale over the last few days. All three of them wore brown cloaks that had a certain medieval quality about them. One of them raised his hand up and the other two stopped in line with the other. They sat down on the ground cross legged in a ring around a tombstone.
The tombstone itself was nothing special, it was decorated with many flowers showing that someone had died recently. But to the demons the tombstone was nothing, it was the contents of the casket beneath it in the casket that made this specific one so valuable.
They started to chant for a few minutes before one of the demons got up and ran there hand over the tomb tracing the name with one of their clawed hands.
He accepted a metal pipe offered to him by one of the other demons and used it to bash the tombstone until it turned into dust. He pulled out a cell phone (who said demons couldn’t be smart and use some technology?) and made a quick call to someone, before they finished their chanting and ran away from the destroyed tomb.
England, Council Headquarters 1:30 A.M.
Henry hung up the cell phone glad that they had finally called. Now they were finally able to move on with the plan.
He straightened out his tweed jacket glad that soon he could finally take off the damn itchy thing. He walked slowly into Quentin Traver’s office and threw open the door.
Traver’s head shot up from the files he was looking at and he looked at Henry for a couple seconds before he asked, “And you came into my office. Why?” stressing the word my.
Henry gulped trying to make this believable, “Well sir... I... Well there is something need to see. Could you come with me?” Henry asked trying to convey a sense of urgency.
Travers seemed to believe him as he instantly got up and started to walk over to him, “What happened?” Quentin asked.
Henry let Quentin by him holding the door open for him and waited until Travers had his back turned to him before he struck out knocking Travers to the ground. Henry readjusted the suit trying to get it to stop itching him, “DAMN SUIT!”
He pulled some red powder out of his pocket and sprinkled it on top of Traver’s back while muttering a few phrases in Latin. He left smiling knowing his part of the job was done and a hell of a lot of money was waiting for him in Australia.
Restfield Cemetery 1:45 A.M.
The cell phone in one of the demons pockets rang and the demon took it out of it’s cloak. The demon looked at the phone number that was calling and didn’t even bother to pick it up knowing what had happened.
The demons created a circle in the middle of an empty tomb and chanted a couple of words until a huge flash erupted in the middle of their circle. A huge demon emerged from the middle and it had a huge grin on its burnt green face.
“It is time,” one of the other demons said as the three original demons bowed down to the newest one.
The new demon reached upward with his hands and started to chant in a demonic language as time began to speed up.
2 Months Later
“Miss Summers you have been found guilty by a jury of your peers for murder in the first degree of a Mr. Riley Finn. You are here by sentenced to twenty years in a California State Penitentiary.”
A/N: I know it is kinda a bad way to start but I needed to set it up for the rest of this fic.
Restfield Cemetery 1:20 A.M.
A small group of three demons swiftly and quietly crept through the thin layer of fog that had descended upon Sunnydale over the last few days. All three of them wore brown cloaks that had a certain medieval quality about them. One of them raised his hand up and the other two stopped in line with the other. They sat down on the ground cross legged in a ring around a tombstone.
The tombstone itself was nothing special, it was decorated with many flowers showing that someone had died recently. But to the demons the tombstone was nothing, it was the contents of the casket beneath it in the casket that made this specific one so valuable.
They started to chant for a few minutes before one of the demons got up and ran there hand over the tomb tracing the name with one of their clawed hands.
He accepted a metal pipe offered to him by one of the other demons and used it to bash the tombstone until it turned into dust. He pulled out a cell phone (who said demons couldn’t be smart and use some technology?) and made a quick call to someone, before they finished their chanting and ran away from the destroyed tomb.
England, Council Headquarters 1:30 A.M.
Henry hung up the cell phone glad that they had finally called. Now they were finally able to move on with the plan.
He straightened out his tweed jacket glad that soon he could finally take off the damn itchy thing. He walked slowly into Quentin Traver’s office and threw open the door.
Traver’s head shot up from the files he was looking at and he looked at Henry for a couple seconds before he asked, “And you came into my office. Why?” stressing the word my.
Henry gulped trying to make this believable, “Well sir... I... Well there is something need to see. Could you come with me?” Henry asked trying to convey a sense of urgency.
Travers seemed to believe him as he instantly got up and started to walk over to him, “What happened?” Quentin asked.
Henry let Quentin by him holding the door open for him and waited until Travers had his back turned to him before he struck out knocking Travers to the ground. Henry readjusted the suit trying to get it to stop itching him, “DAMN SUIT!”
He pulled some red powder out of his pocket and sprinkled it on top of Traver’s back while muttering a few phrases in Latin. He left smiling knowing his part of the job was done and a hell of a lot of money was waiting for him in Australia.
Restfield Cemetery 1:45 A.M.
The cell phone in one of the demons pockets rang and the demon took it out of it’s cloak. The demon looked at the phone number that was calling and didn’t even bother to pick it up knowing what had happened.
The demons created a circle in the middle of an empty tomb and chanted a couple of words until a huge flash erupted in the middle of their circle. A huge demon emerged from the middle and it had a huge grin on its burnt green face.
“It is time,” one of the other demons said as the three original demons bowed down to the newest one.
The new demon reached upward with his hands and started to chant in a demonic language as time began to speed up.
2 Months Later
“Miss Summers you have been found guilty by a jury of your peers for murder in the first degree of a Mr. Riley Finn. You are here by sentenced to twenty years in a California State Penitentiary.”
A/N: I know it is kinda a bad way to start but I needed to set it up for the rest of this fic.