|Lured to Sunnydale. From the_embattled
||[Apr. 20th, 2006|09:01 am]
I'm being lured to the United States. I'm being lured to Sunnydale, California. There isn't much about the United States that I like. Don't get me wrong, I'm Belgian, and French Belgian, not Flemish, and most of the French both in France and in Belgium look at Americans as warlords, but I don't have a problem with that. Hell, I think it's admirable. I'm a demon, a vampire, and have been one since before the American Revolutionary war. What I don't like about the United States or anywhere, really, that's not Europe is that there isn't much if any of a code for demons, for vampires.
In Europe, things are structured in the underworld into factions and legions. There are factions of different kinds of demons, whether they be vampires, lycans, spider demons...whaterver. There are legions of vampires that are usually led by one or two. Germany has their own leader. He tends to see things over in Austria and in the Czech Republic. He's an imbecile, but he is strong and does have many vampires in Berlin, Vienna and Prague, especially, that answer to him. There are several leaders in what used to be Russia, and like the mob there, the vampiric scene is chaotic, and there is a lot of violence, which is really quite the party and something to behold when traveling there. The Italians have a strong legion leader, and he tends to run things in Greece and the Balkans, and unlike Russia, most of the vampires in those countries are loyal to him. Spain and Portugal have dual leadrs and things run smooth there, except when the two of them are feuding with me. I run things in Belgium, Holland and especially, France. There is nothing like the vampire populous in France, and they all answer to me. Humans are fed upon, businesses are extorted, I feed and get rich and there is harmony.
Few vampire populous' rival Paris. In fact, there is only one city that can brag having more vampires and more epic wars then Paris, and that is London, and that's why I am no longer in Europe. Factions were warring in northern France, near Calais over a hefty drug shipment that had been pilfered from some Caribbean humans, whom had made their respective ways through the English Channel and into northern France to spread their filth to the humans throughout Europe. It was my job to catch wind of this and with eyes and ears all over France, I quickly found out, and took the tram there, for at one-hundred miles an hour, it was the quickest way to get there. When I arrived, I was shocked to find Herman and Juan Carlos, the Spanish and Portuguese leaders already there, and was especially shocked to find Rory the Rage there and not Fangdan Wood himself.
As much as I disliked America, I disliked the English that much more. The French and English didn't get along at all, whether human or demon. There was very nearly a massive war there in North France. Juan Carlos and Herman had a small faction, and would have been pummeled. I had a large faction there, and Rory bought the largest of legionnaires with him. The war would have been bloody, which would have ben fun, and I was more then happy to and was anxious, actually, to proliferate that war, when one of the British Legion mentioned that Fangdan was in America, and that while there, he and Katrina were going to take over the hellmouth.
Hearing those words quickly made me retreat and go to the legion codes that most of the other legion leaers adhered to. No legion members from any legion should fight or war, even over the most trivial things, such as a kill that they might want, without the consent of their legion leaders. Myself and Fangdan stringently followed those rules to prevent wars, but we didn't when it came to our own legions. My legion and Fangdan and Rory's had waged war in England and in France, mainly, and there was no love lost. I had nearly bedded his lovely Katrina and still wanted to, and now, he was in America, seeking dominance over something mystical that had always tempted me because of my own propensity to use magicks. Fangdan dabbled in the dark arts, I mastered them and when mixed with my inherent strength, it made me the strongest force in the world. So, when hearing that Fangdan was trying to make the hellmouth his own private party area, I decided to amicably split the drug shipment between the three legions, and get to Sunnydale, California as soon as I could, lured there by the fact that I wasn't going to let Fangdan get more power out of it. If it had been Rory, I might not have been so quick to go there. Rory was respectable. But, it wasn't Rory, it was Fangdan there.
I didn't return to Brussels. I made my legion three-fold strong, with Jean-Luc leading things in Brussels, Pierre temporarily in control in Paris and with Jan in control in Amsterdam. Myself, I went to Paris, where one of my business connections in the human world would set me up with a private flight on a company private jet out of Charles de Gaulle airport, with direct transport to Sunnydale, California. While there, I would defeat Fangdan and make him dust, take his woman, use her and kill her, or keep her, depending on her stance on the matter, and I would make the hellmouth mine and in the process, face some beings that I hadn't seen in a couple of decades. Vampire slayers.
The slayers were wildcards in all of this. Everyone in Europe knew of Buffy Summers by now. Her reign was legendary, and her propensity to avoid death was even more legendary. Six years as a slayer and she was still alive, even though she had died twice, and she had averted many things, including Angelus' attempt to end the world, which would have been bad. Two more slayers had ben called during her brief death stints, and one of them, a Faith Lehane, who was criminally insane, was also in the California area. Not much escaped the Eiropean legion leader, and unlike Master Rose, the leader of the Order of Aurelius, who had gone to America so long ago to make the hellmouth his own, I would succeed, and Fangdan Wood would not. I had killed every vampire slayer ever in France for an extended period, but in addition to stopping Fangdan, I very much looked forward to meeting and killing these slayers, Buffy Summers in particular, and making her death more permanent this time around, even if William the Sappy was protecting her now, which was really confounding, but was said to be true.
The jet soared over the Atlantic and made it's way into United States airspace. My excitement elevated as we were only a couple of hours from landing. I made a quick call home to see how things were progressing, and when I was told that all was well, I rested my eyes and along with the aid of some expensive cognac, I closed my eyes and drifted to sleep. So many great things awaited me and they awaited me in less then two hours.