UNDERWORLD: REVISITED
DISCLAIMERS: All characters borrowed from BVTS are the property of Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. The original “Underworld” opening monologue was created by Danny McBride, concept by Greg Cox.
SYNOPSIS: Tara Maclay is a vampire…a “death dealer”. Part of a large coven of vampires, her world is one of violence, death, eternal life, and her own form of justice. The Lycans are a rival group of werewolves. Once enslaved by the vampires, the Lycans now have their own underground society. The two groups are in perpetual conflict, each seeking to neutralize or eradicate the other. Willow Rosenberg is a young emergency room resident who lives only to work.
RATING: R – NC-17 for violence, harsh language, strong sexual situations.
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PROLOGUE
The war had all but ground to a halt in the blink of an eye. Lucian, the most feared and ruthless leader ever to rule the Lycan clan, had finally been killed. The Lycan horde scattered to the wind in a single evening of flame and retribution. Victory, it seemed, was in our grasp, the very birthright of the vampires. Nearly six centuries had passed since that night, yet the ancient feud proved unwilling to follow Lucian to the grave. Though Lycans were fewer in number, the war itself had become more perilous, for the moon no longer held her sway. Older, more powerful Lycans, were now able to change at will. The weapons had evolved, but our orders remained the same: Hunt them down and kill them off, one by one. A most successful campaign. Perhaps too successful. For those like me, a Death Dealer, this signaled the end of an era. Like the weapons of the previous century, we, too, would become obsolete. Pity, because I lived for it. – Tara Maclay, Death Dealer
Tara crouched upon the limestone ledge, a marble gargoyle her only companion. The rain came down in sheets, running down the smooth curves of her leather-clad body in rivulets. She stood watch, shrouded in the darkness, waiting for the moment when her services would be needed. Growing restless, she stood and stepped off the ledge, dropping several stories to the concrete sidewalk below, landing as gracefully as a cat.
Where are you? I can smell you…wet fur…
Tara walked in gracefully long strides, passing an occasional person here or there. Each one was thoroughly scanned with her razor-sharp eyes…a homeless man here…prostitute there…only those without a choice walked the streets this night. Off in the distance, two men in long coats catch her eye, their stature a dead giveaway.
Lycans…
Tara picked up her pace, following the pair at a distance within the shadows. The disappeared down into the subway tunnel with Tara not far behind.
“We’re being followed…”
“Just keep your eyes on the prize…Lucien’s orders…” Raze reminded his colleague.
“Lucien’s orders…” Kahn said, spitting on the ground in disgust. “Lucien should try doing his own dirty work sometime!”
Raze’s hand raised quickly, clipping Kahn in the back of the head. “You watch your tongue! You would still be waiting on those bloodsuckers if it weren’t for Lucien!” He scolded, under his breath.
“Fine…let’s just snag her and get back to the lab…” Kahn said, irritated by
Raze. “Man…too bad we’ve got to take ‘er back to the sawbones…she’s a real looker!”
“You’ve always had a thing for red-hair…never did understand that…” Raze said. “Too feisty, they are…”
“Not feisty…firey!” Kahn said, with a grin.
Meanwhile…
Dr. Willow Rosenberg walked through the subway terminal. This night was just about like every other night in her life, a bit more rainy, that’s all. But there was something a bit off…for some reason, tonight…she felt as though she was being followed.
Eh…it’s nothing…you’re being paranoid, Rosenberg…just overly tired, that’s all. Shouldn’t have worked that extra twelve in the ER…
She glanced behind her at all of the other people making their nightly trek, much like her own…like worker bees following pheromone trails over-and-over again. But in the see of worker bees, two figures stood out from the others…both were dressed in dark clothing with long overcoats. The one was at least six-and-a-half feet tall, towering over all of those around him. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but something made her extremely uneasy about the pair.
“She’s spotted us…” Raze said, seeing the fear building in the red-head’s eyes. “Get her…now!” He said, as he and Kahn simultaneously sprung into action, heading quickly towards their quarry. Neither of them heard Tara closing in on them…she stopped only briefly as she caught a glimpse of someone most mesmerizing…
Drawing her sidearms from their holsters, Tara took aim and opened fire, hitting Kahn in the back.
Hearing the commotion behind him, Raze turned and drew his weapons, returning fire.
Screams echoed through the terminal as the bullets ripped through the air. Most hit the floor or took sanctuary behind pillars…Willow Rosenberg, included. But one man didn’t react quickly enough and was struck in the stomach. Seeing the man lying in a pool of blood, Willow’s instincts took over – and she stood, keeping low as she ran out to render aid. Bullets were ricocheting around them, making a pinging sound as they passed closeby.
“Can you move?” Willow asked, breathlessly.
“I…I can’t feel m-my legs!” The man said, moaning from the pain.
“Shit…okay…hang on…I’m gonna get you out of here…” She said, placing her arms under his own. She knew that by dragging him this way, the damage to his spine might be compounded, increasing the risk of permanent paralysis…but she didn’t have a choice. If she left him here, he’d be dead in seconds…so she pulled with all of her might, slowly dragging him behind a pillar.
“Okay…okay…I’ve got ya…I’m a doctor…” She said, taking a moment to scan the man’s body to determine where the most serious injuries were. He was bleeding profusely from the abdominal wound, so she removed her jacket, placing it over the wound, applying gentle pressure. “Just hang in there…” Everything seemed like it was moving in slow motion…eventually, the gunfire got more distant…
Meanwhile…
Raze saw Kahn drop, but there was nothing that he could do to help his fallen comrade. He emptied his clip, dropping it to the floor as he reloaded and continued to return fire. His only chance was the tunnel. He jumped down onto the tracks, running into the darkness with Tara in close pursuit.
Tara continued her volley, dropping her clips and reloading as she ran after Raze. The two had run for about a mile, and as she reached for fresh clips, she realized she was out of ammunition.
Raze, hearing her clips drop – but not hearing their replacements click into place, realized this as well – and stopped to turn and face her.
“Death Dealer…” Raze said, gritting his teeth.
“Dog.” Tara replied.
“All alone I see…” Raze said, moving closer.
“Just the way I like it.” Tara said, reaching behind her back, feeling for the cool metal disks attached to her belt.
Raze looked at her, gnashing his teeth as he transformed into his Lycan form, springing forward to attack.
As quick as Raze was, he was not quick enough…Tara threw the sharpened silver throwing stars at him in mid stride, burying themselves deeply into his torso. Realizing that he had no other choice, he channelled his remaining strength to turn and retreat, disappearing down the tunnel.
Her quarry gone, Tara made her way back to the subway station area. The scene there was a familiar one to her, blood and gore splattered throughout the terminal. Behind a pillar, her brilliant blue eyes locked onto the petite red-head rendering care to one of the casualties. The girl looked up, her emerald green eyes meeting Tara’s, sharing that moment in time…before Tara disappeared into the night.
To Be Continued...if you want me to! Let me know what you think, everybody!
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