EXTINCTION

Name: Chris

E-mail: RealWorldHB@aol.com

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Disclaimer: I own nothing here, but certainly if I find you with this story, bad things will happen...

Rating: R/NC-17

Content: Extreme violence, gore, sometimes language and minimal sexual scenes.  But mainly VIOLENCE AND GORE!

Spoiler Warning: Spoiler for all seasons (1-5), this collects pretty much most of the good stuff from those seasons and jams it down your throat.

Summary: This takes place in Season 7.  This is the last season, and in so its going to be big.  Buffy has a new foe on her hands in the shape of a dying vampire coven.  They are trying to raise something called Thamogron, and it is up to Buffy and the Scooby Gang to stop them, even though they have no clue who or what Thamogron is.  Also thrown into the mix of that battle are dozens of side stories, including a male Vampire Slayer (in with the mythology around Thamogron), a vampire/lizard hybrid thanks to the Initiative in Colorado (they moved), a certain Hell Goddess' return from the dead, Faith's return to Sunnydale, and a prophecy dating back to before the first season that Buffy will be the destroyer of the world.  Every storyline ties together eventually into the devastatingly evilness of Thamogron and what it plans on doing to our world and others...

Notes: I have written a 238 page screenplay based on this story (or well, the story is based on this screenplay), but it is just the Thamogron storyline and nothing else (cept the Faith and male Slayer ones).  But I must stress that this is my life's work, and I will be BEYOND pissed off if I see anyone using this.  It is mainly for entertainment value, not for someone to rip off and use it as your own.  If you have to use it, contact me and I just might let you use it but please, for the love of God don't just steal it!  Cuz if I see you've stolen this, hell will be unleashed!

Chapter 1

Destiny

Darkness. The cold wrapping of total darkness engulfed the landscape of the Sunnydale Central Park as something stirred nearby. With darkness, silence usually is brought but here the darkness has with it the bellowing sound of fearful breathing. The plant life of the park stood still in the hanging fog of midnight as the breathing turned into a gasping scream. A scream begging for rescue.

The thing within the darkness bolted across the foggy grass as a second figure appeared and chased after the first. Rushing past a strip of wet concrete in the park, the screaming first figure turned and rushed into a grove of tall pine and maple trees. Repeatily turning its head back toward the pursuing second figure, the first began to whimper as it ran quickly as a startled rabbit away from its predator.

From the darkness came the heart stopping brightness of the electric streetlights. The first figure is revealed as a young girl, no more then twenty wearing tight black jeans and a white polyester turtle neck sweater stained with red. Stained with blood. As abrupt as the light came, the second figure leapt and tackled the girl to the street. The two came to a struggling stop infront of the oncoming traffic. Honking and the roaring of brakes filled the air as car after car swerved to miss the conflict on the asphalt.

“Get outta the way you psychos!” an angry motorist yelled as he sped past in a silver Ford F-150.

The young girl screamed, “Help me! Somebody stop her!” The second figure is Buffy Summers, the Vampire Slayer.

Buffy wrestled the young girl and pinned her to the street. With her one free hand she reached into her red leather jacket and pulled out a wooden stake. With a swift movement, the stake was planted into the young girl’s chest. A screaming gasp escaped the girl as her body and her bones erupted into dust. With the job done, Buffy rolled from the street to the sidewalk as more cars roared past with their horns blaring. She recovered and stood there, examining what just happened.

“Buffy!”, a voice called from behind causing Buffy to turn around and face the voice.

Willow Rosenburg and Anya Emerson appear out of the darkness of the park helping a bleeding Xander Harris to stay on his feet. Xander’s neck had been bitten; the crimson fluid lightly flowed from teeth holes just below his ears. Buffy quickly rushed up to the three as Xander collapsed.

Buffy’s angry gaze fell upon Willow and Anya as she tried to get Xander to stand on his own feet. “You two were supposed to take him to the hospital!” Buffy argued.

Willow looked at Anya and then towards Buffy and Xander, “His car is parked over here Buffy, calm down!”

“How am I supposed to be calm? You three went out at night, in the park, and without anything to protect yourselves with! You try to be calm here!” Buffy snapped.

Anya rolled her eyes as Willow stepped up to fight, “Buffy, there hasn’t been a single vampire attack in the last three weeks! There hasn’t been a demon on the loose since last month and it is a nice night, we just wanted a nice picnic, that’s all!”

“Well Will, some people go on those during the day when, I don’t know, vampires usually aren’t running wild!”

Anya came forward and screamed at the two, “ENOUGH!” The loud call coming from a usually soft, yet annoyingly spoken person stopped both feuding girls for the time being. Anya cleared her throat, noticing she now had their complete attention. “Look, fight all you want but Xander’s still bleeding! We need to get to the car and get to the hospital so they can sew him up or whatever, now let’s go!”

Anya began heading down the sidewalk as Buffy and Willow take a glance at eachother then follow her with Xander hobbling along with Buffy. As the four head down the sidewalk to their car, a soft cry was heard. Not a cry of sadness or fear, but something like a cry of laughter. The eerie cry finally took off into an insane cackle.

From the spot where the young vampire was dusted, a faint but noticeable white glowing light started to rise from the asphalt. As the normal night traffic of tired workers trying to get home passed by on the street, the glowing began to grow triple in size, almost causing half the northbound lane to glow. The laughter also grew with this glow; it is from that glow that the laughter came from.

The glow switched to a blinding light as the road began to shake. Car after car swerved off the street and into the nearby shops, the scream of bending metal blared from the accidents as the cars mangled themselves. Nearby a fire hydrant burst and released boiling water and clouds of steam into the air as people fled from their wrecked cars, either screaming in pain from the boiling rain or terror from the blindingly bright street. As they fled, the street exploded into rubble and flames as a bright light shot straight out from the ground.

The laughter was deafening by now, as something seemed to lift from the flaming ground. A cackle now too creepy to stand thundered out, the fleeing people seemed to stop in horror at this strange sight. The streetlights busted from the baking heat but it didn’t matter as the blinding light from the street brought daylight to what seemed to the entire street. Fear, uncontrollable and unbelievably strong, showed from the gasping faces of witnesses to this event.

From the light, the cackling seized and a shockwave of debry flew out in every direction, knocking the people down onto their backs. The light seemed to seep up into the sky as it finally disappeared, leaving the street to be only lighted by the red-hot and bubbling asphalt. But as the fearful humans began to rise and run for help, the darkness surrounded a shape standing where the light had been shinning. The shape took in a deep breath, as if it was its first and stepped onto the sidewalk. Adjusting a long cloak and tossing it of its shoulders, the shape began down the sidewalk in the direction in which Buffy had gone.

An injured bystander tried to get up as the shape passed by and a streetlight above them flickered on. The horror on the bystanders face was indescribable; he let out a blood-curdling scream as the shape’s form was revealed. He was almost seven feet tall, his skin transparent and all of his organs and muscle tissue could be seen as he stood there wearing a suit of chains and black leather strips. The shape had no facial features; his head merely a transparent ball of muscle tissue.

The bystander fled from the shape but his legs ran a foot off the ground. He slowly was raised into the air as he stopped suddenly and was flung around against his will by an unseen force.

The shape stepped closer, “I am Genocide, lead me to the Apocalyptic being known as Buffy Summers…” he stated.

The bystander screamed, “Let me go! I don’t know what you’re talking about now let me go freak!”

Genocide just stood there but then turned and went past the struggling bystander. The bystander screamed out for help as Genocide walked past, and suddenly his neck snapped like a twig under immense pressure and his head rolled like a basketball onto the burning street. There it began to cook as Genocide, walking stiffly just kept moving forward, hell bent on finding Buffy Summers.

The smell of sanitizer and clean everything made Buffy nauseous as she sat with Willow and Anya in the emergency room. It was going to be two hours by the time the big hand hit the seven since they arrived with an unconscious Xander. He had lost a lot of blood; some of it was in the dusted vampire Buffy realized. She shouldn’t have fought with Willow, if Xander was to die it was her fault. No, she couldn’t think of it, she wouldn’t let herself think that Xander would die, let alone could. He was there since the first day Buffy arrived in the doors of the old high school, if she was to loose him now she might never recover from it. All Buffy could think about while sitting in those uncomfortable blue plastic chairs was that it was her fault. And the notion that the chair was killing her back popped in from time to time.

“It’s my fault…” Willow finally confessed to the other two, wiping a tear from her watery eyes.

Buffy turned and leaned forward to look at Willow, who was blocked from view by the nervous Anya as she rocked back and forth in her chair making a horrid SQUEAK every once and a while. “No it isn’t, Willow. You didn’t know! It’s my fault if anything happens to him, I shouldn’t have started a fight with you because you guys were out…”

“But it’s my fault that we were out there in the first place, if I didn’t urge Xander to go we would all be home infront of the TV watching some old horror movie.” Willow screamed.

Anya sighed, “Let’s just call it a draw…” she said, annoyed by their bickering.

Buffy and Willow looked at Anya in shock as she continued, keeping her eyes fixed on something infront of her and not even looking towards either one of them. “You made us go to the park Willow, where the vampire attacked Xander. Buffy, you made us wait while Xander was dying; now he’s probably dead and the doctors don’t know what to tell us, I saw that on a show once. Seemed a lot funnier when it wasn’t happening to me…” Anya said with an emotionless tone.

Buffy lowered her head, “You’re right Anya…” she said leaning back into her chair.

Willow stood up in fear, “She wasn’t right about Xander dead, he can’t die!”

Buffy looked up and wrapped her arms around Willow as she grasped onto Buffy and began to sob. “No, no she was right about us! Xander is going to be fine!”

“B-but what if he isn’t! What if our fighting killed Xander! What if…” Willow tried to continue but Doctor Davis walked into the room and took off his glasses.

Willow and Buffy broke their embrace as Anya stood up and the three of them awaited the news. Their eyes wide, their breaths held, waiting for the words of Doctor Davis.

Doctor Davis sighed, “He lost a lot of blood when whatever bit him.” Willow grabbed Anya’s hand as did Buffy as they began to shake, horrified. “No…” Anya managed to state.

“Oh no, no, no! Don’t get me wrong ladies, your friend is fine! All I wanted to say was he lost a lot of blood and he’ll be here over night, other then that he’s perfectly fine!” Doctor Davis finished.

Giant grins of relief formed on Buffy and Willow’s faces, but Anya walked right up to Doctor Davis in terror and slapped him. Willow gasped as Anya’s eyes focused straight on the fearful doctor. “You pig, you monster! He was supposed to let me be on top tonight!” Anya raged.

Doctor Davis held onto his face in pain and simply just walked away from the confrontation, seeing it not even worthy of his time. Anya turned to face Buffy and Willow, “Well what are we waiting for, let’s go give him some company I guess!” Willow and Buffy just merely looked at Anya weirdly; she had been a human for more then four years and yet she still hadn’t learned the key element of human life. Humiliation.

Xander laid there in the nicely made up hospital bed, a giant wad of Goss taped to his neck and a severe look of boredom on his face. Anya sat in a more comfortable chair with a remote as she changed channels on the overhead TV in a rapid pace. “Oh, Gilligan’s Island! Oh wait, seen it… oh! Ally McBeal! Xander, do men really go for that skeleton look in girls. I’m not bony… am I?” Anya asked.

Xander slowly moved his eyes toward Anya, “Anya… shut up… please?”

“Oh, sorry. You need your rest, I’ll go see if I can find a vending machine and get some of those candy coated chocolate pieces named after the Homophobic rapper.” Anya stated. She rose to her feet and walked out just as Buffy and Willow walked in. Xander smiles at the two as Willow sat down in the chair and Buffy stood at the foot of the bed.

“How’s the neck?” Buffy asked, folding her arms across her chest. Xander shrugged but stops in pain from the movement. Buffy laughed, “Guess still a little tender…”

“Yea, just a little. So did you get her?”, he grabbed the remote and turns off the TV.

Buffy nodded, “Vamp dust, score settled.” Xander smiled, “Good, been awhile since I felt that much pain, I hear its good for the soul.”

“Just don’t go looking to be a feast, k?” Willow told him in her usual bad humor.

Xander laughed in response, “Will do Will. So, shouldn’t you two be heading home? School starts tomorrow, remember?”

Buffy rolled her eyes as a groan escaped her red lips, “Yea, but it’s at least our last year. And you are more important then school. Anything you want?”

Xander shook his head, “Nope, not right now. Was kinda hoping not to stay here overnight. Guess that’s just not gonna happen huh?”

“It won’t be that bad, you’ll have Anya here! Oh yea… well we can stay here too?” Willow suggests.

“No it’s ok, Anya will keep some interesting company. But wait, do me a favor Buffy!”, Xander exclaimed.

Buffy looked to Willow then to Xander in curiosity, “Ok, what do you want?”

Xander handed her the remote, “Breaks this, please!”

Crack, and the doors to Sunnydale University flung off their hinges and slid deep into the school. A security alarm sounded off as Genocide entered through the shattered frame of the doors. The source of the alarm, two black boxes on the ceiling that appear to be connected to the doors somehow, blared annoyingly as he entered. Genocide stopped suddenly, and the boxes smashed apart. With the alarm gone, there were still cameras everywhere. One at a time, each camera fell to the floor in flames. Genocide continued walking and every alarm and every camera he passed did the same as the ones before it. Clearly, this guy means business.

The door to the front office blew apart down the middle and flew onto the floor as Genocide entered. More cameras fell while Genocide turned towards a counter infront of him. In seconds’ time, the wood moaned as a large section of the counter blew apart, creating a path of Genocide. He moved into the administrative office, now as the shouts of security officers rang out in the air. The dancing lights of the officer’s flashlights broke up the darkness, but Genocide offered them no fear as he kept on his current mindless path.

A door reading “Records” fell back and through the hallway as Genocide steps into the office. Inside, one dozen of fireproof filing cabinets stood. Genocide waved his hand up and down the filing cabinets, reading the letters written onto the drawers with his fingertips. His fingers moved up and down the cabinets until he gets to S, and ripped it out and dumped the contents to the floor. What seems like thousands piled upon thousands of files now sit in the middle of the floor as the shouts of the officer’s grow louder.

Officers Grant and Will entered the administration office and ran into the hallway where Genocide had made his way through. Genocide meanwhile placed a hand above the pile and with a twirl of his fingers, a file lifts from the bottom and rises up into his hand. Grant and Will drew their guns and move towards the open room, Will stood with his back to the wall to cover Grant as he went over on the other side. The two stood there against the wall, Grant glanced over to Will and started counting down from five with his fingers.

As Grant got to two, Genocide’s arms ripped into the wall and twisted Grant’s neck until it popped like a zit. Will screamed as he ran away from the murder, leaving Genocide to break through the wall and stand there observing the kill. Will turned around and fired at Genocide as he got to the end of the hallway, screaming franticly as he did. The bullets entered Genocide, but do not stop the monster. Genocide held out his left arm with his palm facing the blazing gun as he seemed to catch the bullets in his hand. Will saw this and drops his gun and panics as his mind screams for him to run. Genocide drops the bullets as Will’s gun raises from the ground and turns toward Will slowly. Taking this moment as a sign, Will raced from the following firearm.

At the open doorway of the administration office, Genocide stepped out and back towards the exit. He held the file to “Summers, Buffy” in his hands as he approached the doorway. A loud shot rang through the hall and the thump of a dead body followed shortly as Genocide simply exited the University.

The morning sunlight, nothing like it in the world. Well, except mind numbing torture I guess, Buffy thought in her sleepy mind. The curtains still open as the rising sun warmed everything that it hit, especially Buffy. She moaned as she rolled out of her bed and tried to get started on her day. Yawning, Buffy walked out of her room wearing a black tank top and sky blue bunny PJ pants.

In the kitchen, an already dressed Dawn made two bowls of cereal as she listens to some teenage pop group complain about a broken heart. She was already dressed, and very nicely for a teenager. Dawn set the bowls down on the counter and looked over at the microwave. Seven thirty, it was about time Buffy got up, she thought. With a sigh, Dawn made her way over to the stairs to yell at Buffy. A nice change of pace she once again thought, this time with a smile.

Dawn had just got out of the kitchen, only to run into Buffy. Dawn looked at her in surprise and stepped back disgusted. “You’re sick, aren’t you? Great, now I’ll be sick for school!” Dawn complains.

Buffy’s eyes grew wide in fear as she glared at Dawn, “School! Oh my god, school starts today!”

Dawn stopped moving away and laughed, “Oh you forgot about school, that explains the no ready now, ha. I made breakfast, hurry up so you…” Dawn turned around. Buffy had already taken off and up the stairs. “Won’t be late”, Dawn finishes. She walked back into the kitchen with a sense of superiority, I remembered school and she didn’t. Ammo for later, her thoughts always made her smile.

Buffy rushed Dawn out the door as both of them are finally dressed and Buffy’s car awaited them in the driveway. Dawn stopped as she took a quick gander at the car in fear. Buffy took a look at Dawn and then the car and let out a sigh.

“Oh come on! I’ll drive slower this time, I promise!” Buffy stated as Dawn just folders her arms across her chest in protest.

“No way, you’re, like totally crazy when you get behind the wheel, I’ll walk!” and with that Dawn began walking down the sidewalk and toward her school.

Buffy watched her little sister walk and shook her head, “God why can’t anyone think I’m a good driver?” Buffy sighed and got into her car. She turned on the engine and put the car into reverse, backing up and then putting the small compact into drive as she took off the opposite way Dawn was going.

Dawn reached into her backpack and pulled out a CD player. She places her headphones onto her ears as a loud scream called out from across the street. Dawn turned the player on and the blaring music of those teenagers plays once again, the same song too. Meanwhile as she moves away from her house, Genocide busted through a brick wall fence across the street. Dawn doesn’t even see him and she just walking as he gets to the Summer’s household and with no physical force, just yanks off the door and steps inside.

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Buffy switched the radio station as the commercials came on, “Don’t you people know I don’t care about the new McDonalds heart clogging sandwich!” Finally, she stopped the dial turning when “Dark Sky” by Star Mary came on the radio and she continued on driving. Slightly bobbing her head to the music, Buffy made a turn at forty miles an hour and slammed on her brakes as she nearly hit Will and Tara as they crossed the street.

Buffy sat there in her car totally in shock, as Willow and Tara stand infront of her car, the bumper resting up against Willow’s knees. Quickly, though, Buffy got out and went to the two in sorrow.

“Oh my god! Willow, Tara I’m so sorry I didn’t see you guys!” Buffy testified.

Tara took a deep breath to calm down, “It’s ok, we should have waited for a cross walk…”

“Well, hey! You guys can hitch a ride with me, be a lot safer to be in the car then out of it while I’m on the road”, Buffy says as she gets back in.

“Are you sure about that?” Willow says, and Tara elbows her and the two go around to the passenger’s side and get in the back seat. Buffy starts driving again and soon they’re back onto the main street other then the side street. Buffy turns down the radio and looks in the rear view mirror at the two in the back seat.

“Willow? Heard anything from Anya about Xander?” Buffy asks, looking back to the road as she turns sharply to avoid a little old lady in a motorized cart.

Willow swallows hard as both her and Tara tighten their seat belts. “Um, yea. Anya called around ten last night to report that Xander had fallen asleep.”

“Oh good, so…” Buffy tries to talk but then Willow starts up once again.

“Then she called at four to report Xander was awake, then twenty minutes later to tell us Xander went to the bathroom and the another five minutes later that Xander went back to bed.” Willow states.

“She had to disconnect her phone, it was getting out of hand.” Tara chimes in.

Buffy raises her eyebrows in surprise, “Wow… well at least Anya let you know he was ok…”

“Yea, so Buffy. Are you ready for senior year?” Tara asks nervously as Buffy slams on her brakes to stop for a red light.

“I’m not looking forward to it, at all.” Buffy simply states as she notices road construction sighs being posted on the next street. “Hey Will… were there any road construction going on last night next to the park?”

Willow leans forward and looks out the window. Ahead of them, past the red light lies the giant orange construction sign next to the park. “That wasn’t there last night, maybe they started early this morning?”

“Don’t they usually put up warning signs?” Tara asks as Buffy switches lanes and turns into the street where the construction is supposed to take place.

“Oh my god, look at this place!” Buffy exclaims as we witness the construction workers tare apart the melted street and police cars and an ambulance are parked off in the distance. The shops on the side are ruined; the darkness hid the real damage of these buildings. Whole cars are stuck in the roofs and right inside the front of the shops as well.

Buffy stops her car as a construction worker comes up and holds up his hands to stop Buffy.

“Hey! You need to get back to the other street girl, this street is shut down as you see”, the construction worker says as Willow and Tara sit back down in the backseat.

Buffy looks up towards the construction worker, “What happened here? Looks like someone had fun last night…”

“We have no clue, the street was burned to the point where the asphalt melted. But I can’t get into this now, get goin’!” the construction worker orders.

Buffy shifts gears, backs up then speeds off down the other street and cuts infront of someone. They honk their horns as they pass Buffy, but she doesn’t pay attention.

“Buffy? What do you think could have done that? A fire demon?” Willow asks.

Buffy shakes her head as she speeds up, “I don’t know. Let’s get to school, and then maybe at the lunch break we can get a hold of Giles and hopefully he’ll have the answers.” Willow agrees with Buffy’s plan as they pull up in eyeshot of the University.

Buffy turns into the student parking lot and already they see the police and more ambulances then the first destruction sighting. Buffy, Willow and Tara get out of the car quickly and run towards the front office. The sound of the sirens fill the air as a mass of students line up in back of wooden police barricades.

As they arrive, a stretcher carrying a body bag is pulled out by two paramedics. Sergeant Redding and Officer Wilkins walk out of the damaged doorway as other officer’s walk about, keeping reporters away and bringing out cameras and bags of evidence. Buffy looks at Willow, “What is going on?”

A student, Nicole turns around and faces Buffy. “Someone broke into the administration office last night and killed to security officers. It’s a real mess Buffy.”

Buffy cocks an eyebrow, “Uh, how did you know my name?” she asks curiously.

“We had a class last year, oh! And we’re roommates this year! My names Nicole,” she extends a hand and the two shake.

“Oh, how nice to meet you. Its good to actually see my roommate before hand, but I have to be going…” Buffy walks out of the crowd as Willow and Tara follow.

“Buffy!” Willow calls as Buffy walks towards her car. Buffy turns around and walks back to them.

“Willow, just take Tara and you two sign in and get on with classes today, I’m going to go to the Magic Shop and get some answers from Giles… that is if he has any to give…” and with that Buffy gets to her car and drives off. Willow and Tara just look at eachother and start back towards the mass of students as the arguing reporters try to catch a photo or two of the corpse as it is placed in the ambulance.

Buffy drives down Harrell Avenue towards the Magic Box, the street was unusually empty, but that did not alarm Buffy. What did though was the destruction of the street near the park and the killings at the University. Something has come to Sunnydale, something bad. But that was all that ever did come to Sunnydale. Buffy sighs as she parks the car, why couldn’t demons just come to Sunnydale for the sights and not for the end of the world?

Finally, another car approached as Buffy got out of her car. It past her and kept on down the street, at least she wasn’t the only one out today she thought. Buffy grabs her purse but then throws it back into the car and heads into the Magic Shop. Just as she thought, Giles had let Anya off for the day. And there he was, her Watcher Rupert Giles infront of the counter reading what looked to be another one of his old, dusty, boring, not to mention old books.

Giles looked up from his book and immediately shut it and stands; “Hello Buffy… doesn’t school start today?”

Buffy nods, “Yea but I need to get some information.” Giles goes around to the front of the counter as Buffy sits down at the table and looks at the shelve next to it and it’s collection of dust and crystal balls and whatnot. Giles sits down at the table next to Buffy and takes off his glasses to listen to her.

“So what is it you need to know Buffy? Must be big to ditch school, well I take that back…” Giles states.

Buffy laughs, “Nevermind that Giles, there has been some trouble. Last night…”

Giles interrupts as the bell rings and a customer enters and begins to look around. “Yes, I know about last night. Xander’s ok from the last of twenty phone calls I’ve received in the last ten minutes by Anya. She has the day off clearly.”

“Yea I can see that, but that’s not what I was going to say. Something was conjured, I think. That or some powerful demon melted the asphalt near the park, and the shops around there are totaled, cars parked permanently in them.” Buffy states.

“Well a lot of things can do that sort of task Buffy, melting asphalt can be done at a relatively easy to reach temperature for a demon with minimal power, so I don’t know what I could do to help.”

“But that’s not all, the University was broken into last night as well, and I’m guessing whatever was brought to Earth from the park did that job.”

“Same thing here Buffy, I’m not sure how I can help… I can do some research into any events that were to happen on yesterdays date and time but I’m fairly sure no demons were to rise again last night. Maybe it was just a normal fire demon or along those lines?” Giles asks.

“Maybe, I just really would like you to check into it. Because last night was the first thing to happen in this city for at least a month, and that’s unusual for Sunnydale, you have to give me that much.” Buffy said.

“Ok, I’ll look into it Buffy but I’m not promising I’ll find the answer. I’m sure whatever this thing is will show itself in due time, just patrol tonight but be careful. Whatever this thing is, it has a mission. And a rogue demon with a mission let alone one brought from Hell to do something is something no one likes to deal with. Just, just watch your back Buffy.” Giles adds.

Buffy smiles and kisses Giles on the forehead as they both get to their feet and the customer leaves the store. “I’ll check in after school Giles, hope things pick up here.” Buffy laughs.

Giles smiles in return and waves Buffy good-bye as the phone rings. Buffy exits, causing the bell to ring as Giles picks up the phone. “Hello?” Giles answers.

“Giles! Is Buffy there! It’s Dawn!” Dawn screams out in a panicked, sad tone.

Giles moves around to the front of the counter and quickly replies, “Yes, yes Dawn hold on please!” Giles puts the phone down and runs to the door. He throws open the door causing the bell to ring once more as Buffy just gets in the car. “Buffy! Dawn is on the phone for you, it sounds very urgent!” Giles yells to Buffy.

Buffy gets out of the car and runs back into the store with Giles behind her. She grabs the phone and quickly answers, “Dawn? Are you ok, where are you?”

“Buffy, thank god. I called the University and they said you hadn’t checked in and I didn’t know what else to do, I’m sorry!” Dawn rambles, beginning to cry.

“Dawn, Dawn calm down. What’s wrong?” Buffy asks in fear of the answer.

“I-I went back to the house because I forgot my new schedule and-an-and something was inside. It was big and ugly and was ripping apart everything! So-so I went across the street and called the cops and tried to call you and I didn’t know where you were, and I just! I was so scared!” Dawn sobs on the phone.

“Dawn, it’s ok! I’m coming over now, just stay inside and away from the windows and let the cops handle it, and if they can’t then this things gonna have to deal with me now, just stay there I’m coming!” Buffy replies and hangs up.

Buffy turns to Giles, “Grab big weapons that can deal with big, ugly things and get in the car!”

Buffy runs out of the store, and Giles quickly goes into the “Danger Room” in the back and begins grabbing stakes, a spear, and two swords and axes. As Giles carries the weapons in his arms, he exits the Magic Shop and locks it. Buffy starts the car as Giles sits in the passenger’s seat and places the weapons in the back seat. Giles slightly gasps as he realizes where he’s at. “Oh good God, I should have offered to drive…” Buffy looks angrily at him then slams her foot on the gas, causing the car to roar off down the street.

“Move out!” the commanding officer yells out as the SWAT team files out of the van. Carrying bulletproof shields and assault riffles, the officers surround the Summers’ household. Gasping spectator’s watch from across the street, most fleeing to the safety of his or her own homes as the scene unravels. The morning sun beating down on the nervous officer’s faces as they separate, the thought of what could go down within that house on all their minds.

Two teams of five officers go around to the back as the remaining ten stand and kneel down. Waiting for conformation of the corporate inside, Lt. Diego Soriano holds each breath he takes in as he stands next to other SWAT officers behind the van. Diego glances at the other officers, “Be ready to get in there men, they’ll need back up if something goes awry.” Diego states.

The loud explosion of static over Diego’s hand radio interrupts him as Sergeant Redding’s voice calls out. “Lt. Soriano, is the area secure? Come in!” he yells over the radio.

Diego holds down the receiver button on the radio and replies, “The area is secure and awaiting orders to proceed sir, over!”

“Order them into the house, take that son of a bitch down now! Over and out!” Sergeant Redding says.

Diego looks to his radio, the switching sound of him turning the channel on it clicks annoyingly. Finally, Diego gets to the right channel and holds the receiver button as he speaks. “Officer Tran, move your men into the house! Proceed with extreme caution, do you understand? Over.” Diego releases the button as he awaits a reply.

The crowd awaiting the outcome of this stand off watch in suspense as the radio begins to blare with static once more. “Understood sir, we’re on our way. Over an out!” Tran replies. Diego sighs in relief, the tension around the stand off thicker then peanut butter. As Diego tries to relax, Officer Tran glances at the nine men next to him infront of the house. Tran rises to his feet, “Go, go, go!” he yells as they raid the house.

Tran’s voice carries off and throughout the silent neighborhood as Buffy pulls up in her car. She grabs a sword and an axe as she stuffs three stakes into her belt. She knew this wasn’t a vampire, but stakes were always a good back up if the heavy weapons failed. Giles moves around the car and tries to grab a spear and the other axe when Buffy slams the car door and turns to him. “Giles, I need you to go across the street and make sure Dawn is ok. Please, I’ll handle this thing, can you find Dawn for me?” Buffy pleads.

Giles sighs and nods, “Of course, but be careful”, and with that Buffy heads towards her house. She leaps over the wooden barricades and picks up the pace as she passes the SWAT van. Diego watches the house nervously, hoping the men inside were having an easy time bringing down the suspect. From the corner of his eye, though, movement begins as shots ring out in the house like wildfire. Diego turns and gasps as he sees Buffy walking towards the house, his heart skips a beat as a wave of panicked thoughts flood his mind. “Miss! You can’t go in there!” he screams as he takes off towards Buffy.

Diego reaches her just infront of the house as three other standard officers follow him. Buffy stops and turns around towards Diego as she raises and holds the point of her sword to his throat. The whites of his eyes seem to glow, as he stands there, fearful of what Buffy might do. The three standard officers stop in their tracks and slowly back away, hoping to reason with Buffy. “Miss, just back away! You don’t want to do anything stupid!” one of the officers states.

Buffy keeps her eyes straight on a pulsing vein in Diego’s neck. “Only stupid thing I’ve done here is stopping and wasting my time with you…” and with that, Buffy withdraws her weapon as the painful screaming of the SWAT officers begin to roar out of the house. For once, Buffy’s own heart skipped a beat. I wasted too much time with these officers, I could have saved the ones inside if I had been quicker, and her mind races with this statement as she forces herself to run into the house.

Diego turns back to the other SWAT officers, awaiting their own commands. “Get in there and give them back up!” he screams at them.

“They’re already dead!” Buffy yells back at them as she approaches her busted front door. Diego reaches for his gun, hoping to stop Buffy in her tracks and make her back down from the house. He draws his gun, but as his eyes glance over to the house, Buffy enters.

Blood, the all too familiar sight and sickening smell of death filled the house. The mutilated corpse of Tran lies at the bottom of the staircase, his limbs twisted into unbearable positions. More SWAT officers laid on the floor beyond Tran as blood slowly trickles down the walls. Freshly shot bullets, smoking in their impact holes litter the blood stained walls and even the ceiling.

The sight wasn’t disturbing to Buffy as she slowly and slightly creeps deeper into her house. Her mind was racing, there were limitless possibilities of what the demon doing this could be. It was unstable, that was for sure. And something inside her said that it had a good reason to do this, and she wouldn’t stop until that reason show itself along side the demon. The moan of a dying officer began to fill the hallway Buffy made her way down. The sound sent chills racing down her spine, every hair stood erect on her body as the moan grew louder. That was what she hated, not the smell and not the sight, but the sound. How horrid the sound of death was, so sad and yet so regular in this day and age.

The moan began to get louder, more twisted and inhuman then before. Was this thing torturing the dying officer? Were the officer’s able to strike down this monster and the sound bellowing now the last breath of the dying demon? “FREEZE!” the scream came from behind Buffy and sent her flying out of her skin.

Diego held a gun to Buffy’s head, his finger held tightly on the trigger. Buffy sighed as the moan got even more inhuman, and then it occurred to her. There were two moans coming from the hallway; one from a dying officer, and the other from the ceiling above her. But it wasn’t the moan of death, more like the eerie groan of bending wood. The groan of bending floorboards to be more exact. “Oh my god…” Buffy had spoken these words without knowing she was doing so.

“Yea, that’s right. Just get out of her now, without giving me any trouble and I’ll forget all about the sword incident and let you go, ok? So let’s move it!” Diego shouts.

Buffy turned around, facing Diego as more SWAT officers entered the house. “Miss! Drop your weapons NOW!” Diego screams.

Buffy drops then and looks straight into Diego’s eyes as the moan distinctly is of the ceiling above them. Diego gasps as Buffy puts a hand on Diego’s gun and makes him lower it slowly. “Run…” Buffy says calmly, but Diego and the rest of the SWAT team just stand there in shock as the ceiling appears to curve downward. “RUN!” Buffy screams, Diego and the SWAT officers flee quickly as the second floor of the house comes crashing down as Buffy dives to escape the collapse.

Quickly, she grabs the sword and the axe from under the wooden debry as Genocide jumps down to the first floor. Horror pales Buffy’s face as she witnesses the monstrous Genocide for the first time. “Buffy Summers?” Genocide asks without actually speaking. The words take Buffy off guard, like they are spoken directly into Buffy’s mind.

Genocide says it again, “Buffy Summers?” and finally, Buffy nods in response. Without a seconds notice, Buffy is flung up against the wall by an unseen force, holding Buffy in place on the wall. Genocide watches Buffy as her hands are pried open, forcing her to drop her weapons as she raises off the ground and hangs there against the wall. Desperately struggling for freedom, Buffy tries to unleash herself from her unseen bindings.

Genocide walks right infront of Buffy and seems to stare directly at her with his faceless head. “I want you to die!” he states as the sword slowly rises from the ground and points it to Buffy’s stomach.

Buffy scoffs at Genocide, “Oh yea? Do you know how many demons have tried and failed?”

Genocide doesn’t laugh at the joke, “But they didn’t have a justified reason to do so Slayer. I do not care that you are a Slayer and I could care less if you were a god like myself. All I do care about at this moment is that you will bring forth Armageddon and I will do all in my power to stop you, and that means ending your mortal life. Right here, right now!” and with those words, the sword rushes towards Buffy.

She tightly closes her eyes in the fear of the impending stab wound, but a loud smack of metal on metal jars her eyes open. Her eyes turn towards the fallen sword then back to Genocide as he still stands infront of her. But something struggles next to her, and with that she looks to find Giles pinned against the wall next to her. Buffy sighs, “Hi Giles.”

Giles looks over at Buffy, “Hello Buffy… who’s our friend?” he struggles to ask as he tries to free himself as Buffy did.

Buffy turns back to look at Genocide, “Name please?” she asks impatiently.

“Genocide, demon God of the underworld’s third layer. Now if you don’t mind…” Genocide says. The sword lifts off the ground once again and is thrust into Buffy’s direction. Just before it hits Buffy, the rest of the ceiling collapses, burying Genocide under a pile of wood and furniture from the second floor. The sword just barely enters Buffy’s side as Giles and her are freed from the unknown force.

Painfully, Buffy rips the sword out and tosses it to the floor as Giles quickly helps Buffy flee from the house. Outside, the SWAT team and Diego stand with their guns drawn and aimed at Buffy and Giles. They both put their hands up and surrender but Diego orders, “Hold your fire!” The guns go down and instantly, Buffy and Giles get away from the house as quickly as possible. Just as Buffy and Giles pass Diego, Buffy stops and glares at Diego. “If you were smart, you’d stay out of there.”, she says with a tone of anger added to her voice.

Diego just looks back at Buffy, annoyed by her presence. “And if I’m not smart?”

Buffy shrugs, “Then he’s all yours…” and she is escorted off by Giles towards the barricades as Dawn runs up to them and wraps her arms around Buffy. Diego sighs and orders the rest of the SWAT team into the house to take care of the threat. The men file into the house and begin combing the area as two officers make it down the hallway where the confrontation took place. They get to the pile of debry from upstairs, and Genocide is nowhere to be found.

“Genocide, his name was Genocide. Do you have anything on him, Giles?” Buffy asks.

The two of them sit in the Magic Box at the table they sat at before as the night has fallen on Sunnydale once again. Dawn was at the cash register, selling a few magic items like a pouch of crystals and a magic trick book to a young couple. Giles sat, enwrapped in reading one of his giant books all about the certain demons of the world as Buffy sits opposite him. She sits there nervously, awaiting confirmation on whether or not the book had anything on the God that wants to kill her.

Giles tyle="mso-spacerun: yes">  “There is a catch as you thought. Your thoughts tell me that you are sincere about wanting this chance. Not only do you want to prove yourself as a Slayer, you wish to do anything in the great yet limiting power you have to defend you kind. But as for this catch, you have seven months to destroy Thamogron. By April, you will either have Thamogron back in Hell or me at your throat once more! Do you understand this, Slayer?” Genocides ask, shallowly to Buffy.

Buffy nods as she wipes a tear away but tries to look strong and confident infront of Genocide. But Genocide, meanwhile just stares at her tears as she stares back at the demigod. “Things coming, things about to happen in this little town will be hard for you. I see it through my mind, and so I give you these words before I part this world for now. Keep strong, you are the only one to save these people, these friends of yours, which your thoughts dwell on, if you believe you can save them then you truly can. It is seen that you shall destroy this world, but I hope the prophecy was wrong. For you sake.” Genocide states sadly.

Buffy smiles slight, “You, at least are a God worthy of the title”, she explains.

Genocide bows, as does Buffy while Genocide stands back up and proceeds to step away from Buffy. As he walks, his words enter Buffy’s mind once more, “I part from this world now, I do hope we never see eachother again.” A blast of heat sends Buffy down to the moist grass. Her instincts make her look back, but as she does she only gets a glimpse of a whirlwind of flames and think smoke as the ground seems to melt away. All she could think of was run, run away from the park. Run away towards destiny.

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