The Young the Brave and the Beautiful
Buffy, Faith, Rory and Paris engage in a fateful life and death struggle against the source of all evil – master vampire Kirk Gleason.
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me.
Rating: R
Author: Fontana777
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Chapter OneRORY AND PARIS’S BEDROOM. NIGHT. Rory now lives with Paris at Paris’ house. It is the summer after graduation from Chilton. Rory and Paris are asleep.
Rory wakes up, covered in a cold sweat. Paris wakes.
PARIS: Having that nightmare again?
RORY: Yeah. Only this time, it was a thousand times more intense… God, I’m lying there helpless on the ground, engulfed in fire. My skin is burning, peeling off. The pain is unbearable. And Kirk, he’s standing over me, only it isn’t Kirk, not the Kirk we know. He’s like a demon or something… And he takes the sword and plunges it into my heart. Oh God…
PARIS: Thankfully it’s only a dream.
RORY: Yeah.
Three thousand miles away, Faith was having the same dream.
SCOOBY’S TRAILER HOME. NIGHT. With Sunnydale now a large crater, the Scoobs have rented a couple of trailer homes in a trailer park just outside LA. Xander, Willow, Giles, Faith and Buffy crash in one trailer. In an adjacent trailer Dawn, Kennedy and some of the Potentials crash.
Buffy is awakened by the sound of Faith screaming.
BUFFY: What’s wrong, Faith?
FAITH: Man, B, I was having this dream. Scared the crap out of me. I saw this girl, pale, white, being murdered. Damn.
BUFFY: By a vampire? Demon?
FAITH: I don’t know.
BUFFY: Well, it was only a dream. Go back to sleep.
FAITH: No, B! It wasn’t a dream. It was a vision.
BUFFY: Where are you going? It’s the middle of the night.
FAITH: We’ve got to find this girl.
BUFFY: How do you propose that we do that?
FAITH: I don’t know. But we’ve got to find her, else, that girl is going to die.
THE STREETS OF STARS HOLLOW. DAY. Rory and Paris walk down the sidewalk, hand in hand.
PARIS: That dream you had last night isn’t still bothering you, is it?
RORY: Nah. I was just wondering what it all means. I mean, there must be a reason I keep having these dreams.
PARIS: Well, let me play Freud. Since your dreams seem to center around Kirk, you must secretly be in love with him. And the sword is of course a phallic symbol. So when Kirk plunges the sword in you, he’s really –
RORY: Paris!
PARIS: Just joking… Please, let’s forget about your dreams. It’s such a beautiful morning… I still have to pinch myself, that we can do this. Walk out in the open like this, arm in arm, holding hands.
RORY: Yeah, I know. I’m glad we decided not to hide our marriage any longer. I mean, I think we wigged a lot of people out when we told them the truth, but they’ve learned to accept it. Heck even your parents accepted it. Heck even my grandparents accepted it. Now that’s a miracle.
PARIS: Well, you know what I always say: Closets are for moths, not people.
Paris kisses her wife on the cheek. She turns and notices Kirk lurking behind them.
PARIS: Your loverboy at twelve o’clock.
RORY: What?… Oh, Kirk… Kirk! What are you doing? Following us?
KIRK: No… Um, no… I was just, um… I was on my way to Luke’s.
RORY: What have you got in that box?
KIRK: Oh, this? Oh, nothing.
RORY: Let me see!
KIRK: It’s nothing… Just this… sword. It was my great great great grandfather’s. Goes all the way back to the civil war. I’m on my way to show it to Luke. He expressed interest in buying it. Kind of a civil war buff. Bye.
Kirk scurries off.
RORY: He’s lying. Luke’s no more a civil war buff than I’m a sumo wrestler.
PARIS: That wasn’t… that wasn’t the same sword you saw in your dream, was it?
RORY: No… No!… I don’t know… You’re not thinking…
PARIS: I don’t know what I’m thinking. I just get a little bonkers when my wife whom I happen to love very much has a dream about some guy turning her into a shish kebob, and wala, this same guy pops up in front of us with a sword in his hand, that’s all.
RORY: Paris, I’ve known Kirk like forever. This guy would never hurt a fly. Literally. I mean, when I was little, I swatted a fly at his house once, and he like balled for days… My dream was just that – a dream. OK?
PARIS: If you say so.
SCOOBY’S TRAILER HOME. DAY. Just after dawn.
WILLOW: Faith, you don’t give us much to go on. Can you at least describe this girl?
FAITH: I don’t know. Pale, thin. The guy who killed her was pale and thin too.
XANDER: A pale, thin white male and female. That really narrows it down.
FAITH: Hey, it’s hard to make it out faces.
WILLOW: What about the surroundings?
FAITH: Fire everywhere. Like somebody had just dropped an atomic bomb or something. An entire city in flames… Horrible… Wait, there was a sign or something on the ground… Burnt, charred… Soda… Taylor’s Soda… Shoppe… That’s it. Taylor’s Soda Shoppe!
GILES: OK, that gives us something to go on.
WILLOW: Typing Taylor’s Soda Shoppe into my laptop now… Searching… Hmm. No Taylor’s Soda Shoppe. There is however a Taylor’s Olde Fashioned Soda Shoppe –
GILES: That’s got to be it.
WILLOW: Yep. Only one by that name in the good ol’ USA… Proprietor is one Taylor Doose… Located in the quaint, picturesque town of Stars Hollow, Connecticut… Founded in –
BUFFY: OK, it’s one of those quaint, picturesque, thousand year old New England towns. We get the picture Will.
XANDER: No doubt with a babbling brook running through it. It can’t be quaint and picturesque without a babbling brook.
GILES: Speaking of babbling. Would you kindly mind shutting up, Xander. I’m in no mood for your witless prattle this early in the morning.
XANDER: Too much orange juice at the ol’ pub last night, hey, Giles? You sly dog you.
FAITH: While you all play your games, I’m on my way to Stars Hollow, Connecticut, wherever the hell that is.
WILLOW: You mean, now?
FAITH: Haven’t you been listening to what I’ve been saying! That girl is going to die, tonight, unless we stop it. Let’s go Buff.
Faith and Buffy take off.