SLAYER, SLEW, SLAIN
By Niels van Eekelen
Have you come here for forgiveness?
Have you come to raise the dead?
--One, performed by U2
--"He killed her, didn't he?"
--"You have no word for what he did to her."
--Faith, Hope and Trick
I'm back. I wet my throat, and am all ready to start talking again. Boy, am I ever eager. I still don't have a clue as to why I am telling you all this. Just now I thought that maybe I should stop here, but for some masochistic reason, I can't.
If you're still there, and you're gonna go on listening to this--brace yourself. 'Cause this is where things start getting nasty. I'm about to meet Kakistos--or, in this story of my life I am, at least. The fucking bastard is dust now, thank god.
Even after facing Andrea and Mordred, I was totally unprepared for this vamp. You have to understand, I hadn't been a Slayer for long. It may seem like I've been out killing vampires for most of my life, but in reality, I dusted my first vampire just shy of half a year before my arrival in Sunnydale. At this point, it was about three months.
The longest I had ever had to chase any particular demon was five nights. I didn't have any Masters or Angeluses to keep going after time after time.
Until then, that is. Until Kakistos.
Story written by Niels van Eekelen. © Copyright 2004 Telltale Productions.
In a perfect world, I would own the series 'Buffy the Vampire Slayer' and 'Angel'. Alas, it is not, and I bow my head to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. Ah, well. It's probably for the best, me not having a contract to put the show on the air and all.
A special thanks to Paul Leone and Teresa Owens, from whose story 'The Deliverer' I nicked the name of Faith's Watcher, though not the character.