Warrior's Trial
Spoilers:
Content Rating: 12
Type: Vampyr Centric
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Summary: This was the first ever fic i wrote and is several years old now, let me know what you think.
Preparation for a battle, which could shake the fabric of the Scooby Gang?s existence.
Content Rating: 12
Type: Vampyr Centric
Characters:
Summary: This was the first ever fic i wrote and is several years old now, let me know what you think.
Preparation for a battle, which could shake the fabric of the Scooby Gang?s existence.
Content advice: includes some descriptions of violence
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Moving silently, swiftly, Akira moved through the cemetery, stalking his prey. This would just be practice, a kill for fun. He wouldn?t even feed tonight but he killed every night, whether he fed or not. Around 150 years old, Akira was originally from Japan. He had been a martial arts master and his sire had turned him so that he could teach him to fight his enemies. His sire was impatient though, he wanted to become a master in 35 minutes, not 35 years and in his first battle he had been slain, leaving Akira to do what he pleased. That had been to wander the Earth. Feeding. Killing. Honing his skills so that he could become the best warrior possible. He was almost there and that was why he had come to Sunnydale?for the ultimate test. With that in mind, he realised how easy this kill would be and, leaping through the air from behind a bush and kicking the young woman in the head, causing a rather loud ?crack?, he completed his task. Too easy he thought too himself as he walked away from the scene. Not even worthy of the time it took.
* * *
Across town another vampire was killing, but not quite so gracefully. Wiping some blood from his hand Windsor grinned. This one was tough, for a human. He?d found this one outside a club that the local kids seemed to visit a lot, The Bronze.
?L-let me go?please? mumbled the victim, who was chained to the wall by his hands and feet.
?Let you go? Why would I do that? I still have some?tests, to perform,? said Windsor, grinning in a way that would scare the wits out of a pure blooded demon.
?Tests?? whimpered the boy.
?Yes, tests?I learnt how to perform them while I was, how should I put it, working, with Josef Mengele. The ?Angel of Death?,? he noted as he took a scalpel from his bag and started to cut along the boys forehead. Grinning as the boy screamed in pain, he remembered fondly the days when he had worked with Mengele, and fed from the Jews as if they were a huge winter food store.
* * *
Pantha dropped the dog-tags back down onto his chest and picked up the weights again. They were the dog tags of the men under his command. He had been sired in Vietnam, and under the instruction of his sire and slaughtered every single man under his command and ever since he had worn their dog-tags as a sort of trophy. He was especially proud of one of them. Lt. Ganford had been his fiancé and he?d taken great pleasure in ?eating her out? for the last time. Those had been good times. Now he was in Sunnydale living in a warehouse that was falling to pieces. He fed, and he trained. He wanted to be prepared and the best way to prepare was in bad conditions, he wouldn?t be able complete his task if he had been living the high-life for a few months. Completing the task would be hard anyway, he knew that from reading the scroll that had informed him that he?d been chosen, but he knew he had to prepare any way he could. Hauling the weight up one last time he set it down and stood up.
?It?s time for dinner,? he said to himself out loud.
* * *
?uh-oh?
?That doesn?t sound good. What have you found?? said Buffy, wondering what Giles had found in the huge book he had propped in front of him.
?The Battle of Warriors,? mumbled Giles, half to Buffy, half to himself.
?Battle of Warriors? Sounds like a Fox-Kids cartoon, what time?s it on?? said Buffy in a tone that made Giles wonder why he had taken the job of Watcher in the first place.
?A battle between 3 warriors that takes place every 100 years, and started 700 years ago. It pits three vampires that are deemed the best warriors of the time against each other until only one survives. That one is then deemed the best warrior of the time and is entitled to certain?privileges,? said Giles, summing up just over three pages from the book.
?Let me guess. This year is year 100 and the battle takes place over the Hellmouth??
?Err, what? Oh, yes,? said Giles while reading a note at the bottom of the page.
?Oh, well now that?s rather interesting. Each vampire must drain the blood of three people before the battle can begin. A Virgin, a Wise-Man and a Human Warrior,?
?Wait a minute, in the news paper today?two martial arts experts were killed over the last few days, and so were a museum curator and a philosopher at the college,? said Buffy, suddenly very serious.
?Oh dear. It seems we might not have much time before this Battle begins??
© Matthew Smith, 2003
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Moving silently, swiftly, Akira moved through the cemetery, stalking his prey. This would just be practice, a kill for fun. He wouldn?t even feed tonight but he killed every night, whether he fed or not. Around 150 years old, Akira was originally from Japan. He had been a martial arts master and his sire had turned him so that he could teach him to fight his enemies. His sire was impatient though, he wanted to become a master in 35 minutes, not 35 years and in his first battle he had been slain, leaving Akira to do what he pleased. That had been to wander the Earth. Feeding. Killing. Honing his skills so that he could become the best warrior possible. He was almost there and that was why he had come to Sunnydale?for the ultimate test. With that in mind, he realised how easy this kill would be and, leaping through the air from behind a bush and kicking the young woman in the head, causing a rather loud ?crack?, he completed his task. Too easy he thought too himself as he walked away from the scene. Not even worthy of the time it took.
* * *
Across town another vampire was killing, but not quite so gracefully. Wiping some blood from his hand Windsor grinned. This one was tough, for a human. He?d found this one outside a club that the local kids seemed to visit a lot, The Bronze.
?L-let me go?please? mumbled the victim, who was chained to the wall by his hands and feet.
?Let you go? Why would I do that? I still have some?tests, to perform,? said Windsor, grinning in a way that would scare the wits out of a pure blooded demon.
?Tests?? whimpered the boy.
?Yes, tests?I learnt how to perform them while I was, how should I put it, working, with Josef Mengele. The ?Angel of Death?,? he noted as he took a scalpel from his bag and started to cut along the boys forehead. Grinning as the boy screamed in pain, he remembered fondly the days when he had worked with Mengele, and fed from the Jews as if they were a huge winter food store.
* * *
Pantha dropped the dog-tags back down onto his chest and picked up the weights again. They were the dog tags of the men under his command. He had been sired in Vietnam, and under the instruction of his sire and slaughtered every single man under his command and ever since he had worn their dog-tags as a sort of trophy. He was especially proud of one of them. Lt. Ganford had been his fiancé and he?d taken great pleasure in ?eating her out? for the last time. Those had been good times. Now he was in Sunnydale living in a warehouse that was falling to pieces. He fed, and he trained. He wanted to be prepared and the best way to prepare was in bad conditions, he wouldn?t be able complete his task if he had been living the high-life for a few months. Completing the task would be hard anyway, he knew that from reading the scroll that had informed him that he?d been chosen, but he knew he had to prepare any way he could. Hauling the weight up one last time he set it down and stood up.
?It?s time for dinner,? he said to himself out loud.
* * *
?uh-oh?
?That doesn?t sound good. What have you found?? said Buffy, wondering what Giles had found in the huge book he had propped in front of him.
?The Battle of Warriors,? mumbled Giles, half to Buffy, half to himself.
?Battle of Warriors? Sounds like a Fox-Kids cartoon, what time?s it on?? said Buffy in a tone that made Giles wonder why he had taken the job of Watcher in the first place.
?A battle between 3 warriors that takes place every 100 years, and started 700 years ago. It pits three vampires that are deemed the best warriors of the time against each other until only one survives. That one is then deemed the best warrior of the time and is entitled to certain?privileges,? said Giles, summing up just over three pages from the book.
?Let me guess. This year is year 100 and the battle takes place over the Hellmouth??
?Err, what? Oh, yes,? said Giles while reading a note at the bottom of the page.
?Oh, well now that?s rather interesting. Each vampire must drain the blood of three people before the battle can begin. A Virgin, a Wise-Man and a Human Warrior,?
?Wait a minute, in the news paper today?two martial arts experts were killed over the last few days, and so were a museum curator and a philosopher at the college,? said Buffy, suddenly very serious.
?Oh dear. It seems we might not have much time before this Battle begins??
© Matthew Smith, 2003
This fanfic has subparts:
- Warrior's Trial
- 2 - This is what i posted when i originally wrote this fic: This is the second part of the fic and although IÂ’m not very pleased with it IÂ’m posting it anyway. I think it feels rushed and not thought through. IÂ’d really love some feedback on this one guys, could help me solve the problem.
- 3 - Battle Commences.
- 4 - Winsor's path of destruction begins in earnest.
- 5 - Windsor has a new toy to play with.
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