The characters of the Alien and the Predator are property of 20th century Fox. All characters from the Buffyverse are Property of Joss Whedon. Everything else belongs to me.From the notes of Captain Hamilton Smyth of the “Aurora Dawn” Arctic expedition 1806 as recovered by the United States Naval Polar Expedition 1951
“…June 17th in the year of our Lord 1806. It has been days now since we have seen the sun. This sudden ice flow which seems to have been conjured from the frozen lakes of perdition has slowed our progress to a crawl. We sit here in a blinding sea of white unable to tell sea from sky. We can see the aurora lights at night low on the horizon. My books tell me that the lights of the polar region should higher in the sky. But I have seen many unnatural things since we have set out on this expedition. “
“…June 19th in the year of our Lord 1806. Supplies are growing scarce. We have enough rum and hard biscuits to last for only a few days. The crew attempted to capture some of the local sea life for subsistence. The nets were cast overboard and dragged behind the ship for hours. The catch was peculiar. The first few times our attempts were rewarded with bits and pieces of managed sea life. We recovered a piece of a fish here, the torn parts of a whale there. And in everything we caught there were the same jagged teeth marks that spoke of something huge beneath the seas of this frozen waste. At the end of the day we achieved a type of success. We caught in our nets a thing which greatly resembled a squid but this creature had six eyes that we could find. It’s skin was pure white with exceptionally long arms white enough to rest upon the ice itself without being noticed. I pray to God we never encounter anything like this again. My men threw it overboard when it spoke.”
“…June 20th in the year of our Lord 1806. The sky is black now. The men have been dreaming. I too have heard the voice whispering it’s vulgar machinations and vile declarations. They whisper their dreams in hushed tones trimmed in a type of panic as if they had been given knowledge of the invisible things that creep in the shadow of the world. The men do not pray anymore. Their dreams have shown them that they are beyond the grace of their Lord. Yet, they know he is coming. The men know his name. It is Messiah
“…June 20th addendum. I have the journals of those who have preceded me. The merchant ship “Bolivar” had been blown off course during a return run from America. The captain and crew had been forced to navigate by starlight since the late December storm had blown them into the uncharted regions of the arctic north. I searched the captain’s log for some sign of how they survived and what they encountered. Nothing was revealed to me but I noticed that scribbled in the hand of the captain near the bottom of the page were words that leapt out to me due to the unusual phrasing and the near manic handwriting in which it was displayed. It simply said: “I have eaten the men. It must be made red for three days.” There was additional information. But it was hard to read. The words were smudged. All I could make out of the scribbling was the phrase “ritual of invocation
”Last log entry of the “Aurora Dawn”
“…It is red now. They screamed and of course there were tears but I put the men away. A few fought me but I was grim and determined to obey the voice as it instructed me. I put parts of the men in the freezer and some parts in the cold storage below. There was blood of course, so much blood. I wait now on the deck of my ship as my skin freezes. I stand here listing to the voice as it reminds me of what is to come. It tells me the history of the Predators that hunt in the night. It tells me of the Children of the Shadow and the memories of blood. It tells me of the Old Ones buried in the deeper well. It tells me that the sky will be filled with a dark light that will melt the rocks and boil the seas. It tells me that Messiah will rise and the Earth will burn.
I will sleep now. My fingers are hard to move as I write this. I can hear the voices starting again. They whisper to me as I am eaten by the cold. The sky is starless and full of light.