Previously on: ‘The Chosen One’Int. the BronzeZackarias pushed Lilith’s hand off his arm. “What I want is to find my sister so I can talk to her and then to get the fuck out of this town.”“I think you should stay,” Lilith said, stepping still closer, backing Zackarias into the wall. Her expression was intense, although she was still smirking. “I bet Allysson wouldn’t mind reuniting.”Ext. the Bronze“I sort of hoped you’d be happier to see me,” Zackarias said. ‘I don’t feel bad for him, he’s a monster,’ Lilith thought, gritting her teeth – or rather, Allysson’s teeth. “I mean – I know things are weird but – I just thought – I don’t know what I thought. I’ve just really missed you, Allysson.”“Well, this is goodbye,” Lilith said in Allysson’s voice, forcing her expression to remain hard. “I’m sorry.”Int. Abandoned Factory“I’m not worthless,” Zackarias said, glaring. Was he about to cry? “I’m not! You told me that.”Allysson said nothing, glaring with as much hatred as she could mu
Previously on: ‘The Chosen One’Int. Orion’s Mansion, LAZackarias had accidentally broken a treasured art sculpture from his father’s collection. He and Allysson weren’t supposed to be in the lounge where their father held his fancy meetings and get-togethers – certainly not while Orion was out, and they were under the care of the mansion’s many servants. They were running around, playing tag. Then Zackarias bumped into the fragile glass sculpture, shattering it. After he ran away, Allysson chased him back to his room to tease him. Zackarias knew she’d blamed the whole thing on him and that was why he was punished, and she was not. It wasn’t fair.There was a knock at Zackarias’s door. He forced himself to sit up, in case it was his father. He grabbed his textbook from school and pretended to be reading, not wanting to be in more trouble for laziness. “Who is it?”The door opened. Allysson was standing there with her hands behind her back. “Zackarias?"Zackarias glared. “What do you
“The Order of Dagon was founded in the twelfth century,” Barton said. “As a group, the order possesses the ability to transform energy into matter, and mold reality.” He frowned. “I still don’t understand the intense curiosity about them. The Dagon Sphere is strange to say the least.” He examined the mystical glowing crystal orb. “But it doesn’t seem to pose a threat. If anything, it’s a protective device. I imagine a member of this ancient order was passing through Sunnydale and lost it. While the primordial evil in question is a concern, I don’t think it’s something to freak out over just yet. We've faced evil before, and won."Lilith and Allysson exchanged a look from the sofa. They were sitting in the living room of the Edwards home. Harry had seated himself beside his old friend on the loveseat. Caroline was sitting on the armchair, sipping coffee. The girls had agreed not to share anything that they had learned from Shen or Andel with the group.Lilith was less inclined than All
Previously on: 'The Chosen One'int. Cave in Mpumalanga“The slayer is a killer by nature herself,” the demon said. “Violence and death are omnipresent in the lives of slayers.”“Huh?” Alexandra said.“Your friend James’s belief in doing the right thing, in honor, in heroism, allowed him to pass the trials. It’s true. But you’re not here because you want to be the hero of your own story, are you?”“I mean, not really. It’s more because I watched my new best friend murder this girl and her baby sister in Paris while we were on a drug trip and I remembered about Zackarias killing my sisters, and I was like – wow, vampirism is super fucked when you really think about it.”“Tell me, Alexandra. Why do you want a soul?”“Tell me, Alexandra," the demon Shaman said. "Why do you want a soul?”“Uh, you know. I guess that I just so don’t want to be the bad guy. Or – girl. Whatever. You know what I mean? You probably do, right? Kinda seems like you have a bit of a psychic thing going for you. I d
Into every generation a slayer is born: one girl in all the world, a chosen one. She alone will wield the strength and skill to fight the vampires, demons, and the forces of darkness; to stop the spread of their evil and the swell of their number. She is the Slayer. That was the mantra taught to Lilith from the age of fourteen on after the previous slayer was killed in combat and she was called. She repeated it now in her mind as she sat in the cave, coughing up foul underground lake water. Her prom dress – the expensive dress her father had spent months saving up for – was covered in dirt and blood. The leather jacket she’d borrowed from James had done little to protect against damages when the master held her underwater. “Are you okay, Lili?” Mark asked. “Talk to me.” “We need to stop the master now,” Lilith said, getting to her feet. She looked at Alvin, who had just administered CPR. “Thanks for the save.” “Your heart stopped beating for a second there,” Alvin said, his gray e
“It's the freedom! As Seniors, you guys can go off-campus now for lunch. It's no longer cutting. It's legal! Heck, it's expected! Wow, it's, uh, also a big step forward, a Senior moment, one that has to be savored.” “No one is going to arrest you for slipping out with us, Alvin,” Lilith said, laughing. “But what if Snyder sees and-” “We’re walking twenty feet from campus,” Tiffany said. “To the school’s front lawn.” “Oh look, it’s Barton,” Jenny said, smiling and waving at the Sunnydale High librarian. Then she grimaced. “Why is Snyder approaching him?” “Uh oh,” Lilith said as the two men grew closer. She, Jenny, Tiffany, and Alvin were standing on the front steps of the school. They were preparing to walk down to the picnic tables on the front lawn. Crowds of seniors were rushing for the long-forbidden lawn. Many of them – like Lilith and Jenny – were trying to sneak younger friends with them. “The first day back, it always gets me,” Snyder said. “Yes,” Barton said. “I mean,
Blood. So much blood. Lilith winced at the carnage, trying to look away. The scene changed. That snake – coiling around the school – its massive teeth bared. Then the scene changed again. Lilith was standing in a house – much bigger than her own – looking down a hallway. She could hear sobbing and ran toward the sound. A doll with blonde hair hanging from its ankle. Another scene change. A girl with bleached blonde hair was laying on a bed with a canopy with pink curtains. Blood was splattered on the white sheets. Lilith went to her, wanting to comfort her. Then the scene changed yet again. A girl in a cheerleading uniform was doing a routine. Something was wrong – her face was filled with fear and flames were forming all over her body, burning her. Another scene change – an office. A man with a wicked smirk and a goatee crunching down on a spider. Again, the scene changed. A man with dark sideburns was standing atop a tower with a girl of about twelve, holding a knife to her thro
“This is insanity,” Ally said, glaring. “What can you have been thinking? You are a vampire slayer. Lives depend upon you. I would expect a certain amount of responsibility, and instead you enslave yourself to this – this – cult?”Lilith made a pouty face, holding up her pom-poms. “You don’t like the outfit?”“No, I – I like it fine,” Ally muttered, her cheeks turning pink.Lilith grinned, doing a cheer pose. Ally rolled her eyes. They were in the library, preparing to – apparently – go to cheer tryouts. Ally understood Lilith less the more she got to know her.A vampire boyfriend? Friends who knew about slaying? Well – alright. Melanie and Lexy had known too, but only because they had been present the first time Ally killed a vampire. There was no keeping it from them. Lilith had a whole entourage though. It was different.Also – Lilith wanted to be a cheerleader? As if they really had time for extracurriculars? Even if Lilith did look amazing in the little uniform. Of course she did