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
‘Don’t you see? He's got us now, okay this is exactly what he wants, we can't go to the police, not now, he's made sure of that. He's just out there and he's watching us and waiting!’ A frantic Jennifer Love Hewitt turned her face skyward and screamed. ‘What are you waiting for? Huh? What are you waiting for?’Lilith twisted in her seat in the movie theatre to whisper into Allysson’s ear. “They could totally use a slayer to figure out what this thing that’s after them is. It's definitely not human.”Allysson smirked. “Helen gives me the vibes of someone who could be a slayer. She just needs to find it in herself.”“This was a good idea,” Lilith whispered, giving Allysson a soft smile. “The date, I mean. We haven’t really had a lot of time to do normal things.”That was true. Despite living together, they were always busy with slaying or school. They went to the Bronze and spent time with the group, but it wasn’t the same as spending one-on-one time – especially not romantic one-on-one
Previously on ‘The Chosen One’Ext. Müller Estate GardenZackarias shoved Allysson again, again knocking her down. Again, she stood. Zackarias was fuming. “I hate you.” He pushed again and she fell backward. This time, Allysson did not stand up. She sat on the ground, the tears starting to slide down her cheeks. “I wish you were never born,” Zackarias said, glaring at Allysson.With that, Zackarias ran off. Now it was Allysson’s turn to hug her knees for something to hold onto, crying in earnest. “I hate you too!” Allysson screamed at his retreating back.Int. Dana’s Guidance Counselor Office, Sunnydale High“What if I told you my brother is a vampire and I’m a vampire slayer and we have no choice but to destroy each other?”Dana frowned. “I would say that’s very interesting. Can you tell me more about that?”Allysson rolled her eyes. Of course the old bitch thought she was crazy. The exhaustion of constantly being on guard was getting to Allysson. She was so tired all the time.“My b
The sunset over the ocean waves was an easy sight to get lost in. Allysson hugged herself, shivering a little and wishing that she had put on a something warmer than a light jacket. Lilith wrapped her arms around Allysson from behind, resting her chin on Allysson’s shoulder. Allysson smiled despite her somber mood. The fallout from Allysson’s decision to tell Zackarias the truth about Esther the previous night was still pending. But, Allysson had insisted on going back to the French restaurant, just herself and Lilith for a redo of the disastrous date. Lilith had resisted the idea at first, saying that maybe they should just give up. Allysson had reminded Lilith that giving up was in neither of their repertoires.“I’m glad you talked me into coming out tonight,” Lilith said after a moment. “I know we’re both…. In a weird place, after yesterday. But this is good.”“I figured we both needed to get out of the house for something other than school or slaying,” Allysson said. “Pretend to b
“What’s in the basket, little girl?” James asked Esther, his tone teasing. He’d dressed up as a firefighter, but not just any firefighter. He’d left his jacket open to reveal his bare chest, a decision that was leaving Zackarias incredibly susceptible to distraction.Zackarias himself had gone as Erik Destler, the Phantom of the Opera. He’d expected teasing from James over the choice, both because it was a glaring remnant of his theatre nerd side from when he was alive and for other obvious reasons. Instead, James had apparently liked the costume. He’d admired the cape and suit and pushed aside the white mask to kiss Zackarias in a way that made Zackarias forget about not just his insecurities but the entire world.Esther gave James a serious look. “Weapons.”“Oh,” Zackarias said. “Right.”“Just in case,” Esther said, laughing. She was dressed in a red and white checkered dress with a red shawl and a hood. Classic Little Red Riding Hood. She, Alvin, and Tiffany were waiting for their
“He was sounding the deeps of his nature and the parts of his nature that were deeper than he, going back into the wombs of time. The rabbit could not…”There was a loud snarl from the metal cage. Alvin stumbled backward, gulping. Tiffany had been nervous today. It was obvious even though she tried to deny it. She’d been jumpy all day and gotten several easy questions wrong in algebra, a class in which she usually excelled. Alvin knew that Tiffany normally excelled in algebra, because she always helped him with his homework at lunch even though she claimed to hate math, and he always got good grades thanks to her.“Maybe pick a less stimulating passage,” Esther suggested from where she was sitting with her legs crossed on top of the table, flipping through her English homework. “One that tells me the central theme of the story would be good.”“Maybe just something without rabbits,” Alvin said. At the mention of ‘rabbits,’ the werewolf in the cage growled and leaped at the bars.It was