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This story is No. 1 in the series "Hybrid". You may wish to read the series introduction first.

Summary: A girl in 1714 finds a game named Jumanji when she roles the dice she gets "In the Jungle you shall wait until the dice reads five or eight." 283 years later the Scoobie gang find the game and play it thinking it only to be a kids games. They where Wrong.

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Movies > JumanjiYouAreThePanFR1556,796035,07117 May 0817 May 08Yes

The Game Begins

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This world is older than any of you know, and contrary to popular mythology, it did not begin as a paradise. For untold eons, demons walked the Earth, made it their home, their Hell. In time, they lost their purchase on this reality, and the way was made for mortal animals. For Man. What remains of the Old Ones are vestiges: certain magic’s, certain creatures…

The books tell that the last demon to leave this reality to leave this reality fed off a human, mixed their blood. He was human form possessed—Infected—by the demon’s soul. He bit another and another… and so they walk the Earth, feeding. Killing some, mixing their blood with others to make more of their kind. Waiting for the animals to die out and the Old Ones to return.

The year was 1714 and a new moon was clear in the night sky at the same time a girl of twenty one years runs away from a man with a disfigured face. Reaching a dead end the girl turns around just to be bitten on the neck by this man. But before he makes her drink his blood she feels a surge of power run through her, she was born a slayer seconds before she was sired.

In every generation, there is a Chosen One. She alone will stand against the vampires, the demons, and the forces of darkness. She is the Slayer.

Into every generation, a Slayer is born. One girl in all the world, a Chosen One, one with the strength and skill to hunt the vampires, to stop the spread of their evil ways, to cease their destructive manners, to prevent the end of the world. When one Slayer dies, the next one is called.

But none would expect when she awoke that her soul would still be intact neither will they believe it when they saw her walk among other people in direct sunlight.

She was a hybrid of a Slayer/Vampire this alone changed things for her as it allowed her to walk in the sun, and keep her soul but it did not help her against crosses, holy water or any of the other things vampires could be killed or hurt by.

At night she fed upon animals not ever wanting to feed upon a human.

One night she was walking to a farm to get her blood when she heard something that drew her away from the farm and to it.



Walking to the sound of the drums she found a river when the drums suddenly stopped, there not too far from her she saw a box, picking it up she sat down placing it on her lap brushing the dirt away she spoke out loud what was written there “Jumanji.” Opening it up she found it was a game but much bigger than she originally thought it would be. There were eight pieces for the game and eight tracks leading from one part to the centre where a black circle lay.

Picking up a piece she was about to look at it when she heard something behind her which caused her to drop the piece on the board.

Noticing it was nothing she looked back to the board to see the piece standing on one of the lines, furrowing her brows she read the side where it read “Jumanji. A game for those who seek to find a way to leave their world behind. You roll the dice to move your token, doubles get another turn. The first player to reach the end wins.”

Picking up the dice she rolled them saying “At least I now have something to do.” The dice read five and before she could move the piece her self it moved five places then a green mist formed in the black circle just to form words, furrowing her eyebrows Melinda spoke them out loud “In the jungle you must wait until the dice reads five or eight.” She knocks the board to the ground when she stands up in shock “Ok it’s only a game… then why am I so scared.”

Looking at her hands she saw them starting to move into the black circle with the rest of her body, before she fully was in it she screamed as loud as she could.

Water washed up the board, while it went into the water it closed then washed away with the river waiting to be found again.


“Dawn come away from the water.” Dawn looked at her mom Joyce Summers then she glanced into the water one last time just to see a box wash up onto the beach she was going to leave it there until she heard the drums. Picking it up she ran to her mum and showed her it “Can I keep it?”

Just then her older sister Buffy came along “What’s that you got there Dawn?”

Dawn smiles when she sees Buffy’s friends “A Box.”

Joyce smiles at Dawn’s enthusiasm then asks “Can I have a look at it please?” Wanting to make sure nothing her daughter should be looking at was in the box. After Dawn handed it her she got a cloth then wiped all the sand and water off it revealing the name ‘Jumanji’ opening it she looks inside then closes it while giving it back to her youngest daughter “It seems to be a board game.”

Dawn smiles wider at that news and then pronounces the name on the box to the others “Ju… Juman… Jumanji!”

At this exclamation Xander looks at everyone to see their smiles then asks Dawn “Do you want us to play it later with you.”

Buffy looks at him while groaning “Xander we have better things to do.”

Willow looks from Buffy to Dawn then says “Why don’t we take it to Giles and play it there me you and Xander.”

Joyce looks to Buffy then “It would help me Buffy if you take her now, I have to go work in a couple of hours.”

Buffy glares at Willow then plasters a smile on her face when she turns to her mum “Sure why not? I’ve got nothing better to do.”

Joyce smiles even with the sarcastic tone she hears in Buffy’s voice.
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