He nuzzled his nose behind the ear of a black standard poodle. “Hey Ziggy.” He spoke softly into the affectionate dog’s ear. It playfully leaped around to lick the young boy’s face before running to retrieve a new braided rope. The dog bounded toward the young man, the rope hanging from the side of it’s mouth. A dampened series of barks and woofs filled the room, and was soon accompanied by Caleb’s voice. “Come on Ziggy!” His voice dragged the dog’s name longer than the rest, the way loving owner’s do. He held fast to the rope as the dog pulled and yanked in attempt to wrench it free from his owner’s hand. But Caleb’s grip prevailed, as he always did when faced with the sock-thieving dog. Ziggy stood up on his hind-legs and placed his paws upon his young owner’s chest.
Back to reality. Caleb awoke in his place of rest in Sunnydale. One couldn’t tell that it used to be a pagan temple. Whoever changed it really did a good job. It was so sad that he was going to be forced to tear it up.
He sat up slowly, stretching and wiping the semi-dried saliva off of his cheek. “Do you ever change your clothes? I taught you better than that.” A short, older woman stood before Caleb. Her arms were crossed and her lips were pursed. A familiar face with a stern resonance. “You know I’m really getting tired of these past visits. They started off so fun, but now you’re just getting’ into the nitty-gritty.” The woman sighed and released her unyielding position and approached Caleb, who was sitting atop his wooden cot. “I’m a busy man, now leave me alone unless you have something important to say. With all due respect, I don’t have time for a sinner like Ms. Linda.” He smirked, his legs swung rhythmically below as he took in the sight of his first Sunday-School Teacher. Ms. Linda sauntered just a little bit closer to the simpering preacher. “I tried to save you Liam. And now look at you.” She gasped with a trademark southern drawl. “Impersonatin’ a man of the Lord!” She wheezed, placing her hand across her chest. “Liam I taught you better than that I’m sure.” At the last statement, the elder lady dissolved into the familiar little girl. “Liam… Now that’s a name I haven’t heard in my direction for a long time.” “Well, things like that tend to happen when you run rampant from city to city, state to state… You get the idea don’t cha?” The little girl played with her dress so innocently. That’s what Caleb liked about her most. She always looked so innocent. She even died innocently, shortly after her older, dirtier sister.
“Ok, that was fun, but believe it or not, today I actually have a purpose.” The child lost it’s innocent fascia at the blink of an eye. She looked so much older now, crueler and more severe, she stood as if she were a billion-plus year old essence trapped inside a child’s body…
“And that would be?” Caleb’s temperate smile remained. “You’re expecting visitors.” “And that I am.” Complacent and arrogant as ever he were. “You’re mortal, they’re not. Do you see something wrong with your plan?” “Well, as I am to understand, as your vessel… I get certain privileges. We’ve discussed this before, and what better time than now to do it?” Caleb’s arms folded with confidence. The child just stared at him, dumbfounded. “What? No foreplay?” The first rolled it’s child-façade’s eyes. “Alright, you could do use a pick-me-up.” “It’s been a while.”
“Caleb honey, your guests are here.” First-Buffy said.
Two voices came into hearing-range. “Stay alert guys. Bringers are here somewhere. Just need to find out where.” That must be her. Caleb thought, lurking in the shadows between to barrels. A male voice followed shortly after. “Shouldn’t be too hard.” The male voice had only just finished when Caleb motioned the Bringers to make their presence known.
Now this was just great. Ain’t nothing better to do after a good merging. Why not have a little fun with it?
“Well, now, you girls are just burning with righteousness, aren't you? Problem is, you think you're blazing like suns, when really you're burning like matchsticks in the face of the darkness. You having fun? Now, I hope my boys haven't worn you out too much—I need you fit for when I purify you.”
The Slayer stood before him, in all her glory. This was just too good. “Save the sermon Padre, I heard you have something of mine.” Caleb couldn’t help but smile and laugh, right in the Slayer’s face. “Well, I do now.” Caleb’s modest smile turned into a grin. “You liked my little message, did you? You know, I ruined a perfectly good knife on that girl. Got her soiled blood all over the place. I may have to get a new truck.” Who needs modesty? “
“So, you're the slayer. The slayer. The strongest, the fastest, the most aflame with that most precious invention of all mankind—the notion of goodness. The slayer must indeed be powerful.” The grin Caleb sported almost engulfed him as he landed a punch square in the Slayer’s jaw. It sent her with atrocious force across the room. “So, what else you got?” If his ego-trip would have had a heart, it would have just had a heart attack.
After a few spots of violence with a few different people, someone more interesting made herself known. Another woman, in complete contrast to the crumpled Slayer, seemed to be holding herself in a fight more respectable than the others. Although she was still no match for Caleb’s awesome, borrowed strength. “Well, you’re the other one aren’t you? You’re Cain to her Abel.” He sneered as he dodged a knife with ease. “No offence to Cain of course.” He chuckled. It was like play fighting with a puppy. “Never was much for the good book.” ‘Cain’ replied. Oh my did she have sass for such a bleak moment. Caleb pondered, complacent as ever, as he whipped the girl into submission. He moved her effortlessly to his front, craving just a little bit more time with the Slayer.
“Oh, it has its moments. Paul had some good stuff, for instance. But overall I find it a tad complicated.” He took that moment to slap the girl around a little bit more.
“I like to keep things simple.” Now he was just ranting. Both Slayers were immobile on the ground, but there was still fun to be had.
“Good folk, bad folk, clean folk, dirty folk...” Another kill to add to the count…
“Now that was fun.” Caleb smirked. He stood in the center of the vineyard, breathing in the musk, the wine, and the death.
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