Buffy the Vampire Slayer Page #2

He pulls her head back swiftly, snapping her spine as her head

hits the back of her legs. Lightning flashes.

CUT TO:

INT. ENGLISH CASTLE - NIGHT

Lightning flashes outside the window. It is torrenting rain.

An old MAN speaks to a hysterical GIRL of sixteen or so. They

are both obviously noble of birth.

GIRL:

I can't!

MAN:

You know you must. There is only

one. Now you are that one. It is

time.

GIRL:

Why? Why me?

MAN:

She has died. You are the next to

be called. Why do you think you

were sent to me? Trained as you

were? You bear the mark.

He pulls aside her blouse to reveal a birthmark on her shoulder,

identical to the barmaid's.

MAN:

(continuing)

The mark of the Coven.

GIRL:

I don't understand.

MAN:

Ever since Adam and Eve first left

the garden, he followed: the serpent.

Satan. He sends his legion in the

shape of men, to feed on us, to

breed his Hell on our earth. They

are a plague upon us.

The man unravels a satchel of cloth. From it he pulls an

elaborately carved wooden stake.

MAN:

(continuing)

But as long as there have been

vampire, there has been the Coven;

the line of Slayers. Ones with the

strength and the skill to kill them,

to find them where they gather and

stop the swell of their numbers.

One dies, the next is called.

GIRL:

I'm just a girl.

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