Disclaimer: I created Kruel, Blush, The Apostle, Maxwell, Morello, Zach, Wilk. All other characters created and owned by Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy Co.
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Part Three
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"What the hell is going on around here?!" Kruel howled as he was being dragged into the darkness. Two strong hands clenched at his shoulders, tugging at the material of his shirt. He was caught so off guard, he was skimming on his backside. His feet tried to catch up, but kept losing, the material of his boots started causing an audible scratch. His hands flailed and tried to grip the kidnapper's wrists, but no luck.
"Come on Phiggy.. ." The voice snarled, it was female, and it was familiar. "We can't be late for our little rondevue." It was a childlike, girlish voice he was used to.. . it was his ex-girlfriend,"Blush".
"H-Hi, Jane." Kruel's voice cracked in fear. It's not that he hated Blush, just that one day she started acting all weird on him. Trying to bite him. She scared the hell out of him. Blush stopped dragging him, and walked her way around to face him.
She stood over him, gorgeous as ever. She didn't have any make-up on, and her soft tanned-skin glimmered in the moonlight. Wearing a black cocktail dress, and black knee-high boots, she was dressed to kill. She started to gyrate while she stood above him, then began to lower herself. "Blush, baby, call me Blush." Her voice was soft, like music. She straddled him, and smiled.
He gave a twisted and obviously frightened grin. "H-hi Blush, what's the good news?"
"Um, actually it's bad, and that it's about you deserting me. Why are you like this with me? You think just because you've changed your ways, you're better than me? You're a goth and you'll always be a goth." She angrily spoke back. "Why did you give up on me? On us?"
"Blush, it wasn't me. It was never really me. It was all a facade. A lie to myself." Kruel frowned at his ex. He tried to raise his upper torso but she just shoved him back.
"Facade.. . then what's with the name? Huh? "Kruel" is normal? You're still playing yourself." Blush grinned at his sudden realization of hypocrisy.
"I.. uh.. ."
"Just as I thought. Look, baby. I'm going to give you a present which you'll never forget." Blush began to rock herself on him, he winced, becoming uncomfortable.
"What's that?" He bit his lower lip, and closed an eye.
"Immortality." She smiled, flashing her fangs to him.
"I thought you got your prostethic fangs removed after one chipped." Kruel asked bewildered.
"Oh, no, these are the real deal, baby." Her face changed into a grotesque mask. She began to lower her mouth into his neck, her tongue flitting wildly.
"HOLY CRAP!" Kruel used all of his strength to push Blush away with his knees. She tumbled back into a brick sidewalk, dazing her a bit. Giving the frightened boy enough time to get on his feet and bolt his way back home. "Your mine, Phiggy! I'll get you, one way or another." She howled.
Kruel would go home, and his windows would be locked and secured from any intruders, namely his ex. He hid under his covers, sweating as profusely as ever, waiting for the sun to rise.
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Morning reared its' pretty head, the birds chirped and the clouds were puffy meshes of cotton in the sky. People walked along the streets, cheerfully, students mulled their way to school. It was an unusually bright and shiny morning for Sunnydale. The cars sputtered along making their way to individual destinies. Their drives whistling all the way.
"For whom the bell tolls.. . time marches on!" Xander bopped his head, headphones strapped to his ears. He had given up skateboarding, due to numerous injuries. So it was just his own two feet he'd peddled on, and since he didn't see Willow to join him, he simply went on his way. Of course, he was still feeling bad about the conversation he'd had with her. He personally beat his head against a bookcase in his room. His dark-blue oversized jeans filled with air each step he took, his mouth semi-crooked as he stared foward blankly.
He noticed the pathway was clear, and that it was okay for him to close his eyes and enjoy the music. "All, we owe.. . We owe.. ." He hummed along to himself. Darkness filled his field of un-vision, as his eyelids retarded his sight. A sudden starburst of light and an excrutiaing amount of pain on his face stopped him cold. He dropped to his back and opened his eyes, it was a fist that struck him.
"Wassup with that, kid?" A guy Xander's age stood over him. His hair short, black and spiky. His face was square, and he had a manaical glare in his eyes, both of which had bags under them. He was suited in an over-sized black tee-shirt that read "The Frayed Ends of Sanity." Baggy black jeans, and black reeboks. His voice was halting and squeaky.
"Boy, did you pick on the wrong guy today, Max." Xander rose to his feet, letting his headset crash to the ground, and his book-bag following. Maxwell stepped back a bit, raising his fists in anticipation. Xander raised his sleeves,"I've fought things that you pale to in comparison."
"Look, I overheard Willow, saying that you were badmouthing my boy, Kruel." Maxwell's neck pulsed and he flailed his hands around, his feet skipping to an unheard beat.
"He's not worhty of being Willow's friend. She's the sky, where he in return is dirt." Xander seethed.
"There you go again." Maxwell raised his fist, but Xander was quick enough to land a hard left-handed punch into the boy's chest, then straight into his face with his right. Maxwell stumbled back into a grassy lawn. His hands immediately went towards his face, a trickle of blood ran down his nose, and his mouth. Maxwell writhed on the ground, his head would lurch back as he moaned in pain.
"That's right.. . "Wassup" to that?!" Xander walked to him, leaning over to look at him squirm. "That's right, goth." He lifted one foot back, and with all his strength brought it foward to kick Maxwell in his side. "You like that, huh!? C'mon!" He shouted, his face turned red, not noticing his eyes swelling.
An abundance of people started to circle Xander, who was kicking the daylights out of Maxwell, and they cheered on. One person broke through the crowd, Willow Rosenberg, she raced towards Xander and plowed into him, sending the two crashing towards the ground.
"I'm gonna kill him!" Xander yelled, Willow smacked him, and he slowly regaind his senses.
"What the hell has gotten into you?" Willow looked at him, her voice a concened whisper. Xander couldn't believe that she hit him, he rose to his feet and bolted. Not towards the school, but anywhere.. just to be away. Willow frowned and made her way to comfort Maxwell.
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Later.
Buffy yawned into her palms, as Giles walked back into the stacks to retrieve books on information about "the bleed-stake" or the three culprits. Buffy rested her head on her forearms and began to slip into much wanted sleep that was sorely taken away from her the night before.
A high pitched scream broke the Slayer's sleep, she grumbled in her half-awaked state. Buffy stood and began to stagger her way to the noise, Giles quickly followed. The two, stopped, looking at a frightened girl who kept screaming and pointing towards the ceiling. Giles and Buffy looked up to see a horrifying sight.
Zach's bloodied body was bolted to the ceiling, metal rods pinned his arms and legs to light fixtures. His blood dripped slowly towards the ground, creating little splatters. His game-face was still on and a note was taped to his bloodied chest. It read "This was Keskesa. "Giles looked up in amazement at a dead, undusted vampire.
"Oh my god."
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