LIVES AT STAKE!

To hunt the unearthly, it helps to be an unearthly or an extraterrestrial being.  Hidden in plain site with the rest of nonhumans or once human beings is the logical way to assess the enemy.  Being a Vulcan helped; very few humans had seen a Vulcan and even less had even heard of a Vulcan.  The reverse was sometimes dangerous because Vulcans sort of looked like demons or vampires to some Earthlings.  Try and hold a logical discussion with a highly emotional, over stimulated and terrified human, it was next to impossible at times.  Being stabbed with a wooden stake and not turning to dust usually got their attention, it was painful but effective.  It was more fortunate that a Vulcan’s heart was not in the same place as a human’s.  The green blood of a Vulcan had another startling effect on humans; it was not what they were expecting.

Spock of Vulcan had become a Vampire Slayer to help the human race against such a formidable enemy.  His strength, intelligence and endurance made him one of the most feared slayers.  Most of his hunting had been on intergalactic outposts and Star Bases where the Vampires had followed the humans as they ventured into space.  It was time that he traveled to the source of the Vampire infestation, Earth. 

Vampires feared him but were attracted to him for some illogical reason.  Once they had tasted his copper based blood, their opinion changed.  That is after they had stopped puking for hours afterwards.  The undead thought it was impossible to vomit after their fragile human existence had ended, but they still had the ability to purge their ‘bodies’ of indigestible substances.  It was just as annoying after death.

In his studies of the Vampires and demons, Spock had discovered the unique signals and chemical traces that were present when these ‘supernatural’ beings were around.  The Earthlings referred to their perception of these signals and chemicals as their sixth sense, ghost hunting abilities, ‘goose bumps’ or their mammalian fight or flight response.  The signals were basically electrical and magnetic in nature and since matter or energy cannot be destroyed, the demons and vampires possessed these qualities in another form as other life forms did.  Even if the humans had incorrectly classified the vampires as being dead. 

There was one human who had impressed him in his discovery of these electrical and magnetic signals.  Dr. Leonard McCoy was this perceptive human and his quizzical and inquiring mind was sensitive to these peculiar ‘feelings’ whenever these beings were around.  McCoy was very aware of his surroundings and embraced any information that his five senses, or his sixth, sent to his brain.  It was puzzling to Spock at times how this doctor could filter out the cacophony of data that was flooding the sensory receptors in his brain, interpret and sort the data and then make his assessment with astonishing accuracy.  McCoy could do this without his tricorder or a computer; it was all done by his highly tuned feelings.  However, these feelings came with large amounts of verbal descriptions, some embellished, and his sarcastic spins.  Their relationship was deep and their abilities complimented and completed each other.  Spock, who was trained on logic and the dismissal of emotions, viewed the Vampires as they were another life entity.  McCoy focused on the human element, the pathological and parasitic needs of the Vampires and their human prey.  The Vampires were once human but after death had become more powerful than their previous mortal state.  Between their logical and physiological knowledge of Vampires Spock and McCoy made a very effective team in extinguishing these threats to humans.

All of their data had lead them to Sunnydale, a small town in  California that had the all American charm which obscured the seething vortex of evil below its perfectly cultivated lawns and paved streets. Spock had met a professor from England who was teaching at Sunnydale High School.  Rupert Giles, a Watcher, was his name and his calm demeanor, well structured thought processes and his photographic memory was just the person Spock had been seeking.  It so conveniently happened that the ‘Hellmouth’ was directly below the library of Sunnydale High.  They had kept in touch through computer messages and reports from other Watchers and Slayers.  Giles was a Watcher and his slayer Buffy Summers had managed to keep down the outflow of demons and Vampires to a fairly impressive level.  It was the unfortunate escape of some of the Vampires out into the galaxy that necessitated Spock’s and McCoy’s visit to Earth.

Dr. McCoy was from Earth and he had grown up in the state of Georgia.  He had a daughter from his previous marriage that had ended in a nasty divorce.  Joanna, his daughter, was in her fifth semester at her father’s college of Ole’ Miss or University of Mississippi, she was following her father’s love of medicine. Joanna was in Nursing School there.  Father and daughter had kept in touch sporadically over the years but when she ‘left the nest’ she reconnected with McCoy.  Like her father, she possessed the same sensitivity to the spiritual realm, and this gift strengthened the bond with her father that had been suppressed by her mother. 

Spock and McCoy checked into the Sunnydale Hotel when they arrived in town.  Spock contacted Giles and set up a meeting that evening for dinner at their hotel;

which was located three miles from the high school.  McCoy had grown quiet after they checked into their room, which was very unusual for him.

Spock noticed that he was massaging the bridge of his nose frequently; this indicated that McCoy either had a bad headache or he perceived the presence of Vampires or demons. 

“Do you have a headache, Doctor?”  Spock asked concerned.  

“Yes, I haven’t had one this bad since Beta Cetus IV.”  McCoy said as he sat down on their bed.  “There is a lot of activity in this little town.  No wonder it’s known as the ‘Hellmouth’.”  McCoy was very pale and Spock noticed that he was sweating. 

“Do you need for me to help you block some of the stimuli?”  Spock asked.

“No, not now; I need to get a feel of what we are up against here.” McCoy winced and Spock sat beside him.  “Did your friend Giles ever mention anything about a ‘Master’?”

“Yes, he has.  The ‘Master’ is a strong malevolent being that essentially is the focal force of what we have been fighting.”  Spock said as he gently placed his fingers on McCoy’s face.  Spock gasped and reflexively broke the contact.    He rested his hand on McCoy’s lean shoulders.  In spite of his strong mental abilities, McCoy was vulnerable to the strength of the Vampires.  However, his slight build could be misleading; McCoy could hold his own in a fight with humans and some humanoids.  He could inject a hypo full of garlic Holy Water into a Vampire before they knew what hit them.  If only his acid wit and the verbal insults could damage their opponents, McCoy would be a powerful slayer.  “Are you able to control the pain?  Can I be of help?”  Spock asked.

McCoy let out a cry and fainted into Spock’s arms.  When the amount of information was overwhelming or their enemy was aware of McCoy’s psychic probes, his mind would shut down in a protective maneuver.  This protective response would be very dangerous if McCoy were in close proximity to a demon or a Vampire.  The Doctor’s subconscious mind had developed strong walls of defense against any breech through his years of adapting to his gift.  Spock had encountered this mental fortress once while attempting to meld with McCoy.  Even with the Doctor’s permission to perform the meld it was impossible to get beyond the barrier without harming McCoy.  It was frustrating for them both for Spock wanted to mind meld with McCoy and the Doctor wanted it as well in their next step in their relationship.

Spock gently laid McCoy on the bed and rested his hand on his forehead.  The protective barrier was intact and conscious areas of his brain were flooded by endorphins to ease the pain and allowed his brain to rest. 

At seven in the evening, Spock gently shook McCoy’s shoulder.  The blue eyes opened and were dulled by the effects of the endorphins and fatigue.  Spock informed him that it was time to meet Giles for dinner.  McCoy changed his clothes and followed Spock down to the lobby of their hotel.

Giles was waiting for them and he greeted them with his British genteel manner.  Spock and Giles did most of the conversing about the Vampire and demon population of this small town and the global impact that it was having, not to mention the intergalactic impact.  McCoy listened to their conversation but was frequently distracted by the impulses that he was receiving.  Even Giles voiced his concern about his pale countenance and his distant presence.  Spock answered for McCoy by informing Giles that McCoy could hone in on the presence of any supernatural enemy.  Giles suggested caution in concentrating on the signature impulses because the ‘Master’ could trace McCoy’s thoughts back to him.   After dinner, they made arrangements to meet Giles at Sunnydale High tomorrow around one pm.  Giles would introduce them to Buffy and his support team.  Spock and McCoy wished him a safe journey home and a good night.  When they returned to their room, McCoy quickly changed for bed and fell asleep.  Spock meditated for a few hours and then slid under the covers next to McCoy.  He placed a protective arm across the Doctor and he let part of his mind rest while the other was alert for any attacks physically or mentally from their adversaries.   

The next morning, McCoy awoke refreshed and alert.  After breakfast, they studied the history of Sunnydale, the progression of the Vampire and demon attacks and the increasing emerging population. 

They arrived at Sunnydale High at 12:50 pm and made their way to the library.  McCoy could not get over the fashions of the young girls; things had changed a lot since he was back from his medical practice in space.  He hoped that Joanna had not adopted this style of skimpy tight clothes.  The girl’s appearances added at least five to ten years to their chronological age, and the boys with their low riding baggy pants or too tight jeans was a whole different matter.  Giles greeted them in the library and had them sit at a back table away from the students, where they could concentrate and have fewer interruptions.  Spock and McCoy studied the various text books that Giles had available for them; Spock was quite impressed by Giles’ library collection.  An hour later a petite blonde girl bounced her way into the library and over to Giles.  Neither Spock nor McCoy could tell that this girl was the famed ‘Buffy the Vampire Slayer’.  Her manner had a capricious nature and her way of talking was very informal for one with such a heavy duty to perform.  A tall dark haired boy and an auburn haired girl joined the group as well.   Xander was a typical teenage boy who didn’t seem to fit in anywhere; his body language suggested that he was not aware of how attractive he was.  He appeared to be intensely loyal to Buffy and Giles.  The girl, Willow, was a pretty, very gentle person whose large brown eyes revealed an old wisdom inside her.  McCoy warmed to her immediately, Willow seemed so much like Joanna.   Giles introduced Spock and McCoy and they were greeted with the half excited manner of teenagers around adults.  The teenagers’ manner changed when they recounted their fights with the Vampires.  Once again, Spock and McCoy were amazed that this warrior slayer was this atypical petite girl.  Willow kept staring at Spock, her expressive brown eyes scanned his face and his elegant long fingers; she was totally captivated by his Vulcan features. 

“Mr. Spock, do you mind telling us what you are?”  Willow asked shyly.

“I am a Vulcan.  I am not from Earth but from the planet Vulcan.”  Spock replied.

“You mean like ET?” Xander asked in an innocent tone.

“ET?” Spock asked and he turned to Giles.

Giles cleared his throat, “ET is a fictional extraterrestrial being who embodies a child-like appearance.  In the story his is accidently left on Earth and he befriends a young boy. They form a special bond and ET is able to contact his ship and returns to his own kind.”

“I loved that movie!” Xander said, “His heart glowed inside of his chest and the tip of his finger glowed too.  He could move objects around with his mind and he unwilted a flower. “ 

Spock’s eyebrow rose in response to the description of ET’s abilities.

“I do not possess the ability of telekinesis, nor does my heart become illuminated within my thoracic cavity.  I can restore a flower to health by adequate hydration and nutrient rich soil but my mind cannot achieve that ability either.”  Spock said looking sternly at Xander.

“What’s telekenessing?” The young man asked.

“Telekinesis, Xander!”  Willow responded and rolled her eyes.  “It’s the ability to move objects with one’s mind.  I’ve seen it performed by witches.  What else can Vulcans do, Mr. Spock?”

“Let me answer this for you, Mr. Spock.”  Giles said with an apologetic tone.  “Vulcans are well known for their logical thinking and their mental prowess.  They are a very intelligent and evolved race.  They also possess great physical strength.”

Willow’s expression intensified to extreme awe, “I would like to hear more about your race and your knowledge.  You are very, um, handsome.”

“Thank you.”  Spock said with a nod of his head.

“Giles says that you are a great slayer.”  Buffy said with a dubious tone.  “I haven’t heard of you before.”

“I have been exterminating Vampires beyond Earth’s orbit and throughout the galaxy.  Vampires have unfortunately followed humans as they have ventured into space, to put it simply.”  Spock said.

“So you’re like a Jedi to the Vamp’s Empire.”  Buffy said.  “Do you have a laser sword stake and all of that stuff?”

“A Jedi?”  Spock inquired from Giles, “To what is she referring?”

“Once again they are fictitious characters from a movie franchise.  The Jedi are a highly trained benevolent force that battles with the ‘Dark Side’ powers of the evil Empire.  Both sides have the ability of telekinesis and mind control; it is no surprise that the same movie director-producer was responsible for both films.”  Giles explained.

“Vulcans have the ability to read minds and influence the thoughts of all life forms.”  McCoy said, speaking to the group for the first time.  “They do not perform this without the person’s permission but there are some exceptions in some instances.  At least in this universe, that is.” 

“This universe?”  Willow asked.  “There is more than one?”

“There are many different alternate universes that like the threads in a tapestry overlap each other and in certain circumstances it is possible to cross over to another.”  Spock said.

“Maybe in another universe I get all of the cute girls.”  Xander said.  Then he looked at McCoy, “So what’s your super power?”

“It’s my charming personality.”  McCoy said and everyone laughed, except Spock.

“Dr. McCoy tends to undermine his abilities.  He is very sensitive to the presence of Vampires and demons.  He is able to track these beings and in some instances perceive their thoughts.”  Spock said looking with a gentle expression at McCoy.

“It makes a good party trick.  It can open up all lot of conversations, especially when you want to pick up a cute girl.”  McCoy said with a wink at Xander.

“So Dr. McCoy picks up the vibes from the Vampires and Mr. Spock does the slaying, cool.”  Willow said.

“Do you encounter other bad guys in space besides the Vampires?”  Buffy asked.

“There are alien races that are considered to be hostile to humans.”  Spock said.  “We have encountered many in our travels.  The Klingon race in particular does not regard humans or their allies with anything other than contempt and the desire to dispose of the human race all together.  These Klingons have tried to adapt the genetic DNA of human Vampires into their own DNA in an attempt to produce a ‘’super human” Klingon hybrid.  The only results that we have observed are the characteristic facial and cranial features of the Vampires on the Klingons with no increase in bodily strength and no desire to consume human blood.”

“They just like to shed human blood.”  McCoy said.  “Speaking of bloodshed, tell us more about this ‘Master’ and how he controls the demons.  Is there a Vampire Master or king?”  McCoy asked.

Giles filled Spock and McCoy in on the history of the ‘Master’ and the long legacies of some of the Vampires.    Suddenly McCoy winced and let out a soft moan.  His face grew contorted from the pain he was experiencing.  Spock explained to the group that McCoy was sensing the presence of the ‘Master’.  Giles quickly muttered a spell and McCoy collapsed forward on the table surface.  He was able to quickly sit back up in his chair, although he was pale and trembling slightly.

“Thanks, Giles that was quite a spell you have there.”  McCoy said rubbing the bridge of his nose.  “You’ll have to teach me that one, anything to get that demonic bastard dictator to shut the hell up.”

“Doctor, please watch your language.”  Spock said.

The others laughed; McCoy’s humor had relieved the tension at the table.  Giles excused himself from the table and the others talked more about Sunnydale and the universe and how the Vampires had made life for humans in any place very difficult.  Giles returned with a small silk pouch on a braided silk lanyard.  He placed the lanyard around McCoy’s neck and the silk pouch hung at the level of McCoy’s heart.  The Doctor fingered the soft embroidered silk pouch; there was a small hard disk in the pouch.

“This is a protective talisman that will allow you to sense the enemy but they will not be able to sense your presence.  This may help the severity of your headaches and reactions.”  Giles said taking his seat at the table again.

“Thank you, Giles.”  McCoy said.  “I can still sense their presence but the pain has greatly decreased.”  He tucked the pouch inside of his shirt where it would not be snagged or removed by their adversaries. 

“I suggest that we meet by the cemetery tonight around eight o’clock.  I have printed out a map of Sunnydale for you and I have made a legend below indicating what the places are.  We will meet you by the front iron gate.”  Giles said handing the map to Spock.  “Then we will follow the leads that Dr. McCoy gives us.  If you both are available, I would like to take you both to dinner.”

“Thank you that would be nice but not necessary.”  McCoy said.

“I insist, you both treated me to dinner last night and you both are doing us a great service by assisting us in our efforts to defeat the Vampires.”  Giles said.  There were three pairs of hopeful eyes staring at him begging silently for an invitation also.  “You all may come as well.  Bring your equipment with you and we all can leave from the restaurant.”

“Thanks, Giles.”  Buffy said.  Xander expressed his thanks as well.

Willow shyly looked over at Spock, “Will you tell us more about Vulcan’s?”

“It would be my pleasure to do so, Willow.”  Spock said.

After the teenagers left the library, McCoy turned to Spock.  “I think that she might have a crush on you, Spock.”

“A ‘crush’, Doctor?”  Spock asked.

“Yes a crush, it is a form of worship or affection that young humans have towards a person.  Usually it is a one-sided affection, where the teenage person has strong, illogical yearnings for another person.”  McCoy said.

“Fascinating.”  Spock said and then he turned to Giles.  “What are the functions of Xander and Willow on your team?”

“Willow is an intellectual young woman, who is adept at computer skills and the history and uses of magic.  She shows promise of becoming a powerful witch.  Xander is good support person and basically an eager team member.  He does not possess any supernatural power but his willing spirit is good for the team.”  Giles said.  “Let me fill you both in on the ‘Hellmouth’ below this library and the activities that we have encountered.”

After Giles had finished his recounting of the events that had befallen Sunnydale it was four pm.  Spock and McCoy left for their hotel room and they would meet Giles and the others at the restaurant.

After dinner they went to the cemetery.  Spock was dressed in his black Slayer’s robe with red Vulcan script embroidered on the front; on his belt were his wooden stakes and a small silver version of the Vulcan lirpa.  McCoy had his medical kit equipped with the garlic Holy Water, coagulants (Vampires saliva contains a strong anticoagulant), bandages and other first aid supplies.   McCoy stated that he could detect Vampires in the close vicinity; in fact there was one who had a very unusual signal almost within touching distance. 

“Angel.”  Buffy said as a male Vampire walked towards them.  Angel was a tall handsome, brooding young man dressed in a leather jacket and dark clothes.  McCoy pulled out his hypo and Spock stood ready for an encounter.  Buffy turned to them, “Chill, he’s a Vampire but he’s on the good side.  Angel, this is Mr. Spock and Dr. McCoy.”

Angel shook McCoy’s hand and he made a slight bow to Spock.  “You’re a Vulcan.”

“Yes, I am.  I am interested on how you know about Vulcan’s.”  Spock replied.

“I have heard some legends of a race of intelligent aliens that have your specific features.  Some of these legends are confused with elves.”  Angel said.

McCoy snorted and laughed, “Just ignore me; I have a pet name for Spock regarding elves.”

Spock shot McCoy a reproachable look and then turned his attention back to Angel.

“I wonder if Tolkien got his inspirations for the tall elves from these legends.”  Willow said; her admiration of Spock had reached a new dimension.  She loved Legolas and Arwen, and Arwen had dark hair like Spock.

“I have serious doubts that he did.”  Giles said.  “The powers of the Elves were more magical than cerebral.”

Their discussion of Elves and Vulcans was cut short by the sounds of screams coming from the other side of the cemetery.  They ran in the direction of the screams and saw a young woman being passed around by a large group of Vampires.  Buffy and Angel sped ahead followed by Spock.  McCoy looked on in amazement at Buffy’s kick-boxing, stake driving maneuvers.  Angel was agile for his size and strong.  It was Spock who made his heart skip a beat with his elegant moves and strength.  McCoy still felt the same awe and respect for Spock since the first time he saw him fight Vampires.

The Vulcan’s fighting agility and quickness got the attention of Buffy and Angel.  They stepped back from the fight due to Spock’s domination of the battle.  Within minutes, there was nothing but the settling dust from the exterminated Vampires on the ground.  Spock reattached his lirpa to his belt and joined the group.

“Whoa, Dude, what is that thing you fight with?” Xander asked pointing to the silver weapon on Spock’s belt.

“It is a Vulcan lirpa.  It is smaller in size than the original lirpa.  This weapon has been used since ancient times on Vulcan.”  Spock said.

“I’ve never seen so many Vampires lose their head so fast.”  Buffy said, “This is faster than staking them.  Could you give Giles the details of this lirpa; I would like to learn how to use one?”

“I would be glad to and I can instruct you on how to use it and you may practice with mine.”  Spock said.

Suddenly Giles summoned Spock over to a bench where McCoy was seated with his head in his hands.  “He is receiving such a strong signal that it is breaking through the protection of the talisman.”  Willow was seated beside McCoy with her arm over his shoulders as a comforting gesture.

“He’s in a lot of pain and he’s trembling.”  Willow said.

Spock knelt in front of McCoy and gently lifted his chin to look into his face.  He had never seen such an expression of agony on the Doctor’s face before.  Then he noticed the blood dripping from his nose.  McCoy usually passed out before the intensity reached this level, the talisman must be enabling him to remain conscious.

“They’re coming….”  McCoy managed to gasp out.

Vampires and demons descended on the group from all different directions.  Buffy, Angel and Spock were immediately engaged in supernatural combat.  Giles brought Xander and Willow close to him by a tree as he fought off the Vampires around them.  A large Vampire leapt onto the bench next to McCoy and grabbed him by the throat with one hand while his other hand grabbed the lanyard and broke it free from around the Doctor’s neck and then tossed the talisman aside.  Still holding McCoy by the throat he tore away the collar of his shirt exposing the vulnerable neck.

“The Master wants me to welcome you to Sunnydale, Doctor McCoy.  Your constant mental probing has really pissed him off.  Now I get to take the first bite.”  The Vampire said with his sharp serrated teeth and his prominent wrinkled brow.  There was a hissing noise and the Vampire looked confused for a second.  When he didn’t evaporate, the Vampire opened his mouth wide and got closer to McCoy’s neck.  Then a metallic hypo slid up between them, next to McCoy’s neck.

“Go ahead and bite me.  I’ve added some condiments to my blood that you might enjoy.”  McCoy said with a sly smile.

The Vampire sniffed the hypo and McCoy’s neck and made an even uglier face.  He threw the Doctor down on the bench in disgust.  “What the hell did you give yourself?”  He asked but he never received an answer because Spock’s lirpa severed his head from his body.

“Thanks, Spock that was close.”  McCoy said.

“Are you injured?”  Spock said as his warm fingers caressed McCoy’s exposed neck.

“No, I’m fine.”  McCoy said as he stood up from the bench.  Then his eyes widened. “Spock, watch out!”

A Vampire was behind Spock and she leapt onto Spock’s back.  She encircled his neck with her arms and then bit into his neck.  The Vulcan just stood still until after she had taken several sips of his blood.  She immediately let go and started spitting out the green blood.

“What kinda’ crap do you have as blood?  That is disgust…”  She never finished her statement as McCoy emptied his hypo into her and she dissolved into dust.

“He’s a very acquired taste.”  McCoy said as he winked at Spock.  Then he tended to the wound on Spock’s neck.  “These Vampires are so uncivilized.  They don’t know a good thing when they have tasted one.”

“Indeed.”  Spock said.  “I would prefer that they do not find your blood as palatable.”

“Well, it won’t be so palatable for another four hours.”  McCoy said as he twirled his hypo around in his fingers and set it back into his medical kit like a gun holster.

The fight was soon over and there were no fatalities on their team.  Angel had his arm around Buffy and he was whispering something in her ear, and the he kissed her.

“That was so cool what you did with your metal thingy, Doc.  It was so much like a gunslinger.  What’s in that metal thing anyway?”  Xander asked.

“This is a hypospray devise.  It delivers a fine high pressured spray into the skin or muscle.  I can deliver any medication without needles.”  McCoy informed him.

“What did you give that Vampire, she dissolved like she had been spiked.”  Xander asked.

“Oh, it’s just my little cocktail of garlic and Holy Water.  It’s very effective.  If you can’t reach the Vampire, you can give it to yourself for protection.”  McCoy said.

The rest of the group met up with them.  Buffy, Angel, Willow and Xander were heading to the local dance club to spend some time together.  Giles was heading home to study about this Vulcan legend. Spock and McCoy headed back to their hotel.

McCoy studied Spock in his slayer robe; the silk draped and clung to his body revealing his lean muscled form.  The black color accentuated his pale olive complexion.  Spock was beautiful and McCoy reflected on Willow’s suggestion that the Vulcan’s had visited Earth much earlier than was recorded by Earth or Vulcan history.  He sometimes called Spock his ‘Pointy Eared Green Elf”, it was a term of endearment for him.  Now he reflected on Tolkien’s descriptions of the Elves and how elegant and regal they were.  These images fit Spock and the idea was stimulating to him.  Instead of the hot desert conditions of Vulcan, he envisioned Spock in an emerald green, lush kingdom surrounded by waterfalls and pools, forests of tall trees and a fern covered grounds, and the cool nights filled with the exotic scents of flowers and the glow of fairy light.  The images made him almost moan out loud.  Spock gazed at McCoy’s enraptured expression and a small smile graced his lips.  He slipped out of his robe and gathered McCoy into his arms.  He nuzzled his mouth at the ripped open area of The Doctor’s shirt and tasted the cool flesh.  The thought of anyone or anything harming his mate stirred a protective and possessive side of him.  He carried McCoy to their bed and laid him down.  McCoy’s blue eyes were studying his face and his gentle soft hands caressed his face.  Spock could feel the love coming from this human and it fueled his possessiveness.  He tenderly removed McCoy’s cloths and felt the soft cool skin; he ran his sensitive hands along McCoy’s chest, the flat abdomen, and the small hips and was once again he was reminded of the human fragility.  McCoy offered his two fingers in the gesture of a Vulcan kiss, and Spock responded.  Then his warm lips met McCoy’s and he kissed him deeply and their bodies melted into each other.  In each other’s arms, the world faded away.

Down below the library at Sunnydale High, the Master could feel this passion.  The Doctor’s emotions were strong, though the love aspect made him ill.  It was the depth of McCoy’s passions that excited him; it became a sudden obsession for him.  This ardent emotion was stronger than some of the human blood he had tasted.  How to harvest it was his next task and how to turn this powerful human force towards him, or into hate?  First he had to deal with the ancient power that was in the Vulcan.  The Ancient Ones, humans had many names for them: angels, gods, demigods and elves.  They were powerful and their abilities to defeat his race almost wiped out his early ancestors.  This Vulcan possessed the same strength of mind and body and he could train the Slayer and her kind into a damaging threat.  Surely there were more Vulcan slayers throughout the galaxy.  The Vulcan had to die before he left Earth.                                            *TBC?*