Deadly Bliss
Chapter 2 coming soon
Disclaimer: This story is not the work of Josh Whendon or the WB network. The
characters are the work of Josh Whendon and Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
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This story foreshadows Devon of 2000 Slayer so if you haven’t read that you might want
to. But it doesn’t matter because in the time scheme this story comes first. It tells his past
and hints about his future. Enjoy
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Deadly Bliss
~~~~~~Michigan, May 23,1996~~~~~~~~
He rounded the corner leaving the school. His basketball team had just played an
excellent game. They beat the other team 45-36. His defense was on and his offense
was great he played a truly great game. He was walking home he lived near the school
about 6 blocks away which wasn’t really far. He walked this same route back to his
house since 4 grade and he was now in the 10th. Of all the times there hasn’t been a
single time that passing the grave yard didn’t give him a eerie feeling.
He turned down the street and could see the entrance to the cemetery in the distance.
He neared the entrance and his steady pace slowed to a calm cautious walk.
His eyes darted from side to side as he looked all over the grave yard. He knew there was
nothing to worry about but everything in him said different. He knew there was
something there but good or bad was not part of this enlightenment.
This time it was different not much but enough. He never stood and looked around
before, his fear always got to him and he’d leave quickly.
~~~~~~~June 11, Last day of School~~~~~~
He closed his locker after cleaning it out and placed his books and other items in his bag.
He smiled and waved at a few friends as he walked past and even some people he didn’t
know but it didn’t matter, it was summer. Nothing could bring him down.....almost
nothing.
"Hey asshole where you going?" said a harsh voice from down the hall.
It was a few feet away but he knew the voice was directing the comment to him.
His entire body cringed at recognizing the voice. He turned slowly to see Brok and two
friends coming at him.
He sighed. All year Brok had made school hell form him, he only messed with jocks but
no one knew why, it made no sense to fight the strong guys in school. But then again
why pick on a little guy either. Since school started this year Brok had promised that on
the last day of school he and his boys would totally smash him. It was 3 to one but Brok
had good reason for fighting unfairly He had lost every time he had fought *********
********* wasn’t a fighter or very aggressive he was just smarter than Brok and could
out wit him easily.
"Brok this isn’t funny ok I don’t wanna fight you" said *********
"Well then, just stand still" said Brok as he threw a punch
******* blocked the punch with his bag which was full of his locker items. Then hit
Brok in the face with the bag as he took off running.
"Get him" said Brok from the floor
The two other guys cashed him out of the school and didn’t stop his plain back fired.
School was out already and now no one could help him. He ran quickly towards his
house but Brok wasn’t that stupid and he also knew no one was home. Brok could get to
his house before him on a short cut and he’d have two others on his heels the hole time.
He turned down the street that held the graveyard the other two were just around the
corner. He had no choice he ran quickly into the cemetery’s mortuary.
He shut the door and kept quiet. He could see them outside. Brok had joined them now.
They were looking for him. They left heading for his house. He stayed put it was to
risky Brok had to come back this way to go home. Even if they stopped looking it
seemed like it could be a while..............A while was and understatement. Brok had
blood coming from his noise we he had gotten hit and that made his thirst for revenge
even thicker. He had gathered more friends and one of them would pass by every now
and again. They would all meet back across the street from the graveyard to talk. But it
seemed they were working in a pattern all walking the same route over and over again.
It was now 6:45 and they passing were less frequent but they were still out there.
"My god it’s been 3 hours and there still looking for me" he said from the window of the
old mortuary. He slowly moved out of the mortuary and he stayed low to the ground he
had to try to make to his house. He decided on the back way because even if he out ran
the others Brok would catch him. He moved slowly into the woods. He was about 15
minutes from his house. He heard a twig break and turned on a dime still on edge from
just having seen one of Brok’s goons on the street through the tree’s.
He looked forwards but couldn’t make out the person. "Brok.....look this isn’t funny and
I’m not playing, you come near me and were going all out." he said a little shaky which
drained his threat of confidence. "I aint Brok dude" said a young flat voice. "Oh I’m so
sorry it’s been a long day" he said as he leaned forward trying to make out he person.
"Well it’s not getting short anytime soon" replied the youth. The young boy hidden in
the shadows leapt forwards and knocked the shocked boy over with such force and
precision it was impossible. They rolled on the ground for a few minutes each one trying
to gain control. His physical status from all his sports usually gave him an edge. But this
guys was way strong. They rolled into some light from the moon. Now he could see his
attacker but at a loss for now he was flat on his back. And the attacker sitting on his
chest. He squinted and looked at the boy. Michael..........
It was the boy from the news paper that had died. They found his mangled body in the
park. He was dead but all the same he was sitting on his chest now.
The kid didn’t respond. he leaned forward and his face was different mainly his
forehead. It was jagged like bones were scrunched together in his skull. And his teeth
were kinda long.....No infact they were very long. He yelled as the kid brought his mouth
to his neck. He could feel his breath on his neck. All he could think was . He looked around for something to use as a weapon. He found known.
Just as he tried to push him off again. The boy bite him slightly, he could feel the small
trail of blood trickle from his neck. He looked around again. And this time noticed a
stick. he reached for it. But couldn’t touch it. The kid bite him again. And this time
buried his teeth in his neck. He yelled with all he had. He reached again for the stick.
But stopped. what was that smell a smell that could distract him from saving his own life.
A smell he knew a smell he wanted taste. It was....It was.....his blood. he could smell
his own blood. He lurched with a burst of adrenaline and made his entire body jump a
few feet to the right. He grabbed the stick. And brought it hard to the boy’s head and it
broke. “Damn” he cursed. The Stick was useless and he was about to toss it and try to
fight again. But instead with out thought he rammed the wood into the boy’s back. He
could feel his body becoming weak from blood lose and as he started to lose consciences
the attacker burst into dust. As blackness consumed his vision he could see movement
out of the side of his eye. Immediately fear and fight took over and he was dragged back
to reality. He quickly stood but faltered and fell forwards. "What’s your name kid?"
asked a man of about 30. "D...Devon he replied.
The man carried him back to then main street after treating his neck and covering it with
a pressure bandage. "Where do you live?" he asked the boy who was still shaking.
"4259 Wood St." said the boy as he collapsed to the ground. The man continued to carry
him and stopped short of his house. "Listen there’s alot to be done and not alot of time.
You meet me here and I’ll explain what the was back there ok...do you understand.?"
stated the man as he placed a card in the boys pocket. "Who....who are you?" asked
Devon "A friend and don’t worry that wound on your neck will be gone by tomorrow
morning." stated the man. "Yeah right this is gonna need at least 12 stitches, look at all
the blood I lost." said Devon gaining his grounding. "Yes and look how quickly you
have regained your strength..and then some" the man replied as he walked
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