I feel like a have a hangover that I just cant get rid of. And everything seems oddly, dark. Wait a minute-
I pause and can hear breathing coming from behind me. I flip up and bring my hands up, forming them into fists.
"Who the hell-" I pause and realize who's staring right back at me.
"Wesley?" I shudder and look down. I'm naked. I glance around and nope, nothing to hide butt-naked Faith.
"Well, isn't this just fun!" I shrug and cover myself with my hands.
"And you're- uh, naked too." I point and watch him blush a bit. He looked pretty good. Wait, wait. Didn't think that.
"No worries, I won't tell anyone."
My eyes widen for a moment when I finally figure out who's in the room here with me. Faith? Of all the people to end up with, I'm drawing the lucky number of Faith. But of course, just my luck isn't it?
But wait, does that mean that she died as well? I'm afraid to ask, but I have to assume that yes, she did. And now we're both in...wherever it is were in. Certainly doesn't seem like hell. And somehow finding myself in a tree cabin far above the floor? Isn't the idea most people have when thinking about heaven.
"Faith," I say surprised. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone either." walking over to her, I blush a bit when she notices I'm naked. But then so is she and it's not like she's not seen it before. Well, not from me, but the concept is still the same, I suppose. She still looks like Faith, which is good looking of course, and I see she's kept herself in shape.
Sliding down to the wall, I sit against it and pull my legs up, covering at least some of my body. My eyes are starting to adjust to the darkness, the only light coming from the small window with the cloth covering it. "It would appear we're in a tree cabin, in and actual tree." I wonder if she knows what's going on.
"A tree cabin?" I glance around the small room we are in and see nothing but creepy things and rags.
"I dunno about you, but I'm completely lost." I sit down across from him and sigh. What happened? The last thing I remember is well, dying. Flat out, drop dead, dying.
"Uber vamps..." I mumble as all my memories come back to me.
"Do you have any idea where we are?"
She's lost? Well, that's hardly news now is it? She's been lost for a long time. But she had found herself in prison again as it were. I still remember the Faith that stood by my side when we took on Angelus.
Damn, it's getting cold here. Must be the wind blowing so high in the tree. And these were some very high trees. Almost reminded me of a documentary I'd seen on Discovery once. Or was it National Geographic? Anyway, it was about sequoia trees. These reminded me a bit of them.
"We're in a tree," I deadpan, giving her a dry look. I'd already mentioned that hadn't I? "I've no idea where we are Faith. I was hoping you might know." Should've known better there shouldn't I?
"I suppose we could get up and see if we can get out of this cabin." Which would mean walking around naked. Ah well, can't really be bothered by that these days. Whatever these days are. Or is that whenever?
"Ya, got the tree part. Just wondering where are we? Hell? Heaven or somewhere in between?"
I suppose we could get up and see if we can get out of this cabin."
"If you want to wonder around naked ya can!" I wink at him as I stand up and walk up to something that looks like a bed.
"Here." I grab a blanket that's made out of some kind of fur and throw it at him.
"Wear that." I grab another piece of fur and wrap it along with quickly making a knot to keep it up.
"No more naked." I say turning around with a huge smile on my face. This felt a bit better and a little more comfortable than being butt-naked in front of Wesley.
"So, out of this tree cabin? I wonder if we're dealing with insane children?"
Nivan blinked slowly at his guests and then looked back at the sleeping ones with an unreadable expression on his youthful features before he continued through the square, yammering in a serious tone about danger and the lack of a big light in the sky and then more about danger when not in the trees.
Finally he stopped infront of a larger hut like dwelling and ducked inside, expecting Wesri and Fae to follow him. Inside the dwelling sat 3 older looking small men, all of them looking up almost in unison and then their eyes widened a bit.
The oldest looking one, his skin still smooth and pale as Nivan's but his age showing in his dark blue eyes. He shuffled forward to inspect the visitors before speaking in a heavily accented yet clear voice. "Who?"
"Perhaps, we shall see about that later," I tell Faith, giving her hand a squeeze. Bloody hell it was getting cold. If this kept up my toes might freeze off. And the deeper we went the colder it became.
Holding up my torch, I follow behind the little fellow again, who is muttering in his own language once more. I can start to make out certain words. Something about the sun and the trees and danger. But I couldn't quite understand what it was about. The context was of yet beyond my grasp.
He led us into one of the larger huts and I shared a look with Faith before entering after Nivan. There were three men seated there. They resembled some form of tribe elders, the leaders of sorts. At least that's what I'm assuming and going by here. Until they tell me otherwise. Giving the man in front of us a little nod, I point at Faith and then at myself. "Faith, and I'm Wesley."
I think we really can forget about last names here, they seem to have trouble enough with our first names. "Do you perhaps have answers to our questions?"
"Alright." I mumble as I stare at the corpses as we walk away. Vampires. A lot of them from the looks of it. Fuck, just can't seem to get away from the duties even when I'm dead.
I rolled my eyes as I turned forward and gave a quick glance to Wesley. A hut? I sighed as we both walked in together and this creepy old man started doing the whole "check out" thing. I eyed him and couldn't tell what he wanted but he wasn't a threat.
"Yepp, Faith here." I said quickly after Wesley. Where in the hell are we?
Nivan moved to stand by the door, eyes watching the proceedings and bright like a small child's would be.
The old man looked at each larger human in turn before nodding slowly and offering his hand to the male. "Second." Heavily accented, but still the English equivalent to his name. Nodding firmly he gestured to the other two men. "First, Third."
Introductions were made he went back to examining the strangers with some wariness. "To fight you come." The sentence a question and a statement at the same time.
I looked back at the old man as they were watched in turn. I could feel Faith tense next to me and only hoped she wasn't going to do anything rash. She was a slayer after all, she'd listen to her instincts first. But then again, she had changed a lot the last time I've worked with her. When we took in Angelus. How long ago was that? How much time has passed?
Glancing at each man as Second told them their names, I nodded at them in greeting. How odd to give them the names of numbers. But it wouldn't surprise me if those are an actual honor to have. They're quite old, I very much doubt if they even remember their real given name. I guess they're the shaman of this...tribe, clan...group.
"To fight?" I blink and shared a look with Faith. Now why does this not surprise me in the slightest. Why can't we ever be brought back to have tea with the queen or something equally mundane. No, rest of evil, but no rest of good either it would appear. "Fight whom or what? And who or what brought us back?" And are we the only ones?
Second watched muttering something in his own language, then something strange happened. Every person standing in the square took up the same chant, the musical tones of their languages creating an haunting yet beautiful requiem.
The chant spread through the trees and the smoke from the fires rose beyond the canopy, as if the smoke were the souls of the lost ones fading back from where the came...settling in a heavenly home. The scene sureal.
Second turned his head slowly towards the two strangers and his expression was grim as he eyed the female with some disdain before gesturing for them to follow him.
The chanting continued as he leading them down complicated bridges and pathways finally stopping and handing a torch to a young man waiting there. He spoke to the young man urgently before bowing slightly to the two. "He take down."
There was slight argument, the young man pale like Second and small as well but with bright blue eyes and light brown almost blond hair.
The young man peered curiously at the two before offering a smile and shy. "Wassup." Obviously...somebody has had time to teach the youngin slang.
Second continued. "Down, you find the others. Follow Andue." His accent slurring the name Andrew as he turned to move back quickly the way he came.
Andue, ahem Andrew looked at the two beore scrambling yes, down towards the ground.
I watched with some amazement at the entire ritual and kept quiet out of respect. And leave it to Faith to show her impatience at such a time. I quickly cast her an annoyed look and sighed, shaking my head.
While they were still chanting, the smell fellow, Second, lead us further. It struck me only then how incredibly complicated the architecture here was, it must have taken some considerable time to build that. It was very impressive.
We were introduced to another small young fellow, who's name sounded like...Andrew, if I deducted their speech pattern correctly. "Others?" Does he mean there are others like us? I looked over to Faith, noticing she had the same curious expression. "Well, alright then. Lead on." I frowned as the old man disappeared again, something really strange was going on here.
I caught the glance from Wes and shut right up. Keep quiet and maybe he won't go all british on me.
I shot a glance to Wes and I knew he was thinking what I was thinking. Maybe others like us are here?
"I wonder if it's anyone we know." I mutter as I start to become impatient again.
Andue, ahem....Andrew looked back at the two strangers and offered smile as he nodded slowly. "Others." And then he was off, not moving as quickly as usual...trying to be nice, but his strides were light and graceful as he led the two down a rarely used path.
Ruins of perhaps great buildings were passed, the occasional corpse laying across the path only to be carefully rolled to the side by Andrew as he shivered and continued in silence.
Then, he just stopped, rather quickly pointing to the remains of a small house. "Inside."
"Try to curb your excitement, Faith. I'm sure there will be some demons for you to pummel soon." Flashing her a teasing smile, I started to follow the little fellow. Who was walking quite fast for such a little fellow.
The path looked as though it wasn't used often. There were corpses here and there and the Andrew, I've decided to call him that, pushed him aside. I had no idea if I was allowed to help, I didn't want insult any customs. Perhaps strangers like Faith and myself were not allowed to touch their dead.
Finally we seemed to reach the end of the path and were looking at what at one point had been a small house. Very much unlike the buildings we had passed along the way. The ruins reminded me of civilizations long since lost. What had we all missed since we died? What had happened to the earth we knew?
"You want us to go inside?" I blinked at Andrew and shared a look with Faith. The others were inside that small house? I couldn't hear anything though.