EXTINCTION
Name:
Chris
E-mail: RealWorldHB@aol.com
Feedback: HELL YES! Gimme feedback!!!!
Disclaimer: I own nothing here, but certainly if I find you with this story,
bad things will happen...
Rating: R/NC-17
Content: Extreme violence, gore, sometimes language and minimal sexual scenes. But
mainly VIOLENCE AND GORE!
Spoiler Warning: Spoiler for all seasons (1-5), this collects pretty much most
of the good stuff from those seasons and jams it down your throat.
Summary: This takes place in Season 7. This is the last season, and in so
its going to be big. Buffy has a new foe on her hands in the shape of a
dying vampire coven. They are trying to raise something called Thamogron,
and it is up to Buffy and the Scooby Gang to stop them, even though they have
no clue who or what Thamogron is. Also thrown into the mix of that battle
are dozens of side stories, including a male Vampire Slayer (in with the
mythology around Thamogron), a vampire/lizard hybrid thanks to the Initiative
in Colorado (they moved), a certain Hell Goddess' return from the dead, Faith's
return to Sunnydale, and a prophecy dating back to before the first season that
Buffy will be the destroyer of the world. Every storyline ties together
eventually into the devastatingly evilness of Thamogron and what it plans on
doing to our world and others...
Notes: I have written a 238 page screenplay based on this story (or well, the
story is based on this screenplay), but it is just the Thamogron storyline and
nothing else (cept the Faith and male Slayer ones). But I must stress
that this is my life's work, and I will be BEYOND pissed off if I see anyone
using this. It is mainly for entertainment value, not for someone to rip
off and use it as your own. If you have to use it, contact me and I just
might let you use it but please, for the love of God don't just steal it! Cuz
if I see you've stolen this, hell will be unleashed!
Prologue
We
have no speech, we have no name. We
live in the action of death, the blood cry, the penetrating wound. We are destruction, absolute, alone. But I am not alone, it is true we do not
walk in this world. I walk, I talk, I
shop and I don’t sleep on a bed of bones.
We are the Slayer, or well I am the Slayer for that matter, the chosen
one.
For as long as the evil has been
here, the Slayer has followed it. Made
it pay, made it no longer exist. Always
a girl, always able to defend, and always able to destroy without thought. The evil has not always been a vampire, but
they are our main enemy, what the Slayer was first brought forth to
destroy. But along the way, more demons
and more evil escaped the realms of hell, but the vampire is and will forever
be our enemy, our prey. We are the
hunters, we are the Slayer.
It’s a proven fact that good
cannot exist without evil. Ironically,
through, evil cannot exist without good.
And this is my story, if the others could have had the voice to speak their
own story they would have. They all had
their time as the Slayer and they all met their fate, came face to face with
their destiny. Whether if it was to die
at the teeth of a vampire or the mighty strength of time, each and every Slayer
has her destiny. This is about mine.
My story, consists of how I got
here today. How I am now alone and how
I saved the world, once again. There is
a moral here, wrapped deep within this story of mine. The moral is however good you think you are, whatever you may
think has saved your soul from eternal damnation is no match for destiny. Take me for example, my time as the Slayer
has allowed me to do a lot of good for humanity but there was always destiny in
the air that would strike me down at any given moment.
Now don’t get me wrong. I’m still the Slayer but certainly not as I
was before. I am changed, and forever
will be different by what happened this past year. Life certainly does make you its fool doesn’t it? If that is true, then destiny makes you its
slave because my destiny was to destroy everything dear to me. You’ll know what I am talking about soon
enough.
But now as I think upon the
focal point of my destiny, I feel my eyes fill with tears. Its name gives me chills, it did from the
very beginning. Thamogron, the “h” is
silent as it told me upon our first encounter.
I feared it, but I was terrified by that name. It was like I knew what was to be brought to life once he
returned to Earth, once those fools brought Thamogron back from hell.
I don’t know what my life would
be like if it had not come back to life.
Would everything be ok? Would
life have any meaning at all? No, because
my destiny would never have been fulfilled and I would live my life fighting
monsters and living a life without purpose.
Secretly I fight myself too, fight the very fact that I am a killer, a
Slayer.
As a matter of fact, I could
spend the rest of my days just explaining my fear and utter contempt for
Thamogron. Over the years I’ve faced a
lot of villains. There was the Master,
my own boyfriend’s evil form Angelus and even a God who had a hookers taste for
fashion, but none of them ever came closer to the evil that Thamogron
represents.
Now it is time for you all to
prepare for my story. It begins
innocently enough, but finally ends with the annihilation of that innocence and
the birth of total chaos. This story is
the end of the chronicles that are my life as the Slayer. Enjoy.