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She flipped the stake into striking position and jammed it into the heart of the vampire. Faith brought her other hand down then struck upwards at the vampire behind her. Both monsters disappeared in a cloud of smoke. She looked to her left. Buffy was on the ground and surrounded. Faith sprinted over to her. She grabbed the nearest vampire by the hair and drove her stake into it’s heart. The other vampires had noticed her. She slammed her fist into one of them knocking it backwards several feet. That was the break Buffy needed. Like a tightly wound spring, Buffy popped to her feet, pivoted and brought the heel of her foot across the vampire’s face. It’s neck snapped. The vampire exploded. Dust filled the air.
“Where’d you learn that move?” Faith asked her.
“On the jungle planet of Ceti Alpha Six.” Hive whispered to Buffy.
“Just training.” Buffy said to Faith. She pushed the insistent voices out of her mind. “Giles is really pushing me hard lately.” Faith laughed.
“You think it may have something to do with you going crazy and becoming an alien half breed?” Faith said as she put an arm around Buffy. Buffy let her arm rest there. It was good to be comforted. Days ago, aliens had attacked her in her own home. They did it just as she was explaining to Willow’s parents how she had killed their daughter. It was all too much. Buffy had snapped. The world went away into the white haze of the berserker mode. When her mind had returned, the aliens were dead and her house lay in the ruins of carnage, wreckage and flames. After going on patrol, Faith and Xander had returned to a smoking battlefield. Giles insisted she return to routine patrolling to gain a sense of normality.
“Damn girl, I can’t leave you alone for five minutes.” Faith said. “Plus you get to fight all the cool monsters.” Faith knew about Hive, the Predators and the Aliens.
“Cool?” Buffy said dismissively. “I was a monster that awakened an Old One, slaughtered hundreds of Bringers with my bare hands and used my sister as a weapon. Yeah, cool.” Buffy thought to herself. She hated feeling sorry for herself so she didn’t. Still, something was bothering her. She felt like she was neglecting something important.
“Messiah is coming.”
“Have you had the dreams?” Buffy asked Faith. Faith looked at her sharply. The color went out of her face.
“Messiah” Faith said. “Whatever it is, it is massive, thousands of times larger than the largest Old One. In my dreams, I see it cracking open mountains, frickin mountains
“Messiah will rise and the Earth will burn.” Faith said. “That’s what the voice is saying. But what does it mean?” Buffy shrugged. She didn’t have a clue. They walked in silence for a while. Something else was bothering her.
“So, did you like screwing Xander?” She asked.
“He belongs to me!” Hive screamed in Buffy’s mind. “He is part of my hive.
Faith was shocked. How did Buffy know?
“Well actually it was pretty nice.” Faith said coyly. The women laughed at each other.
He was middle aged with a middle aged man paunch and hints of grey in his hair. Doctor Castor was the chief resident of the Sunnydale mental health hospital. He had taken the position years ago. Sunnydale was a strange town with strange murders and strange events. A few years ago a young girl with a weird name was submitted for observation after she had told her parents she had seen vampires. He had one or two cases nearly as strange as that one. Today was different. The intake wards were filled with hundreds of patients submitted by the police. They were members of some strange religious cult. They were all wearing dirty brown robes and their eyes were cut out. They called themselves the Bringers.
Castor couldn’t imagine the forces that had driven these men mad, what evil had forced them to cut their eyes cut out and what other horrors lay in their minds. Doctor Castor looked in on one of the Bringers. The Bringer kept mumbling over and over.
“Messiah is coming, Messiah is coming
Castor had witnessed all sorts of psychosis as his time as Chief of psychiatric services. He had never seen anything like this.
“Prepare an injection.” He told his assistant. Nurse Jane prepared the syringe. She had been doctor Castor’s assistant for almost ten years. Castor depended on her greatly. She was naturally empathetic. She had a real talent for understanding, for feeling the things crawling around in the heads of his patients. Castor took the syringe from her and injected the Bringer. He appeared to calm down but only for a moment. The Bringer sat up suddenly and said.
“In the hills of ancient spires
My eyes have sought to see
The mountains of madness
shaking with a dark calamity.”
He had quoted and old 18th century poem. The Bringer collapsed back onto the bed.
“The poem of “Nine
”” Jane said as she stood behind Castor, “I remember it well.” Castor grunted. Sometimes Jane had too much empathy.
Castor knew there was evil in the world. He had seen the things junkies and murders and rapists had done to the innocent. He had seen mothers drown their babies; men butcher and kill each other for no other reason than to follow the voices in their heads. He had treated victims so traumatized that they retreated into their own world.
“Buffy.” Castor thought as he remembered the girl with the strange name he had treated a few years back. “What an odd name.” He thought.
“Doctor.” Jane said.
“Yes.” Castor answered absentmindedly.
.” Jane said again. Castor turned his head. His brain didn’t understand what his eyes were showing him. His faithful nurse was standing there with a gun to her head.
is coming.” She said as she pulled the trigger. There was a flash of fire. Chunks of skull stuck to the wall.