Farish Fan Fiction

This is based on Buffy the vampire slayer (season 5) Buffy is comforted by Angel, who comes back to Sunnydale after he hears of Joyce's death. Dawn finds out she is the key and Gloria is on the lookout for the key.

His eyes ran over the blonde girl whom was vigorously fighting a figure with a contorted face and fangs sticking out. She had a very nice figure he thought, as she was suddenly pinned down against the tombstone, oh well, he thought, it was nice knowing her. But just as he had turned around, he heard a male scream, and then silence engulfed the cemetery. Glancing back he saw a group had turned up, there was a red headed girl, a young man and an elder one wearing spectacles. A small grin rose up to his lips as he felt a slight tremor run through him, this would be fun.

Suddenly he felt a strong force push him face first up against the tree.

“Who are you? Why are you here?”

A male voice suddenly boomed from behind.

“Greg…. was just strolling for a walk and well I guess I saw a fight and thought I would check it out? Since when is that a crime? Plus who are you, the police?”

Greg decided for his own safety not to turn around, in case the person behind him might just hit him or something.

“No one you need to know.”

Suddenly he was whirled around and Greg saw the man, it was rather strange, he seemed nimble and his strength did not match to how he looked.

“You must do karate or something…”

He murmured out.

“Oh you’re a hum….. never mind anyways get out of here, don’t you know how many people have gone missing, plus try to stay out of the streets at night.”

The man said, he was wearing a dark coat, which gave him an aura of mysteriousness. Greg watched on as the man suddenly took a step back, giving Greg some room.

“Okay, I’ll keep that in mind.”

Greg said, as he turned around, he noticed that the girl and the group had disappeared.

“Wow I guess people don’t stay around here long….” He said, turning to the one whom had assaulted him a few moments ago.

Greg found that he was once again alone; the man was nowhere to be seen as he looked left and right.

Was that what he meant by missing? He thought silently to himself.

Suddenly an urge to sleep overwhelmed him, as he lay down and close his eyes. The dirt wasn’t the softest bed, but the fatigue made that sense almost numb and was engulfed by darkness.

The sun’s rays were not as disturbing as the way his body felt, wracked with pain and coldness. It was not a great plan to rest on the ground and the stench which he held now was putrid. Quickly he rushed down the street, entering inside the first house closest to the cemetery and taking a long warm shower. As he left the bathroom, he found to his luck that the house had been empty and borrowed some clothes from the closet, slipping into a shirt and a pair of denim jeans.

He decided to find more about this girl, it was obvious that she was pretty strong and judging from the other man whom had taken Greg by surprise, and he wondered if everyone in town was really strong or something. It took a while to find the principal, since every student seemed to have their own version of directions, but as he found himself in front of the door marked Principal he was sure he had made it to the right place. He knocked lightly on the door, before opening it.

“Excuse me, sir, I am a new transfer student, I was told that you would show me which class I would be attending and timetable.”

“Ah yes you must be Gregory Henderson, yes? Let me show you the class.”

The principal led Greg down to the last room at the right, at that moment the hall way had been empty, he guessed classes had begun, so all the students had scrambled to their classes.

“Excuse me, but I would like to introduce the new transfer student, Gregory Henderson.”

The teacher stopped for a moment, squinting his eyes at Greg before pointing at an empty desk at the back of the class.

As Greg made his way down to the very end, he could feel the eyes of everyone on him and girls whispering and giggling away. Now he felt the sick feeling at the pit of his stomach as he finally was at his desk, laying his bag on the table before settling down.

Just as he was about to lay his head upon the table, he was greeted by a soft, silky voice. “Don’t worry they always pick on the new kid, you will be old news tomorrow.”

“Thanks.” He said, turning to face the cheerful voice to find that same girl, he had seen at the graveyard staring back at him. 

Suddenly she turned away and started to chatting with a red head, just as she had turned her attention away, Greg realized he had forgotten to ask her name.

The rest of the day passed rather slowly, but during lunch time he noticed how the blonde girl would hang out with the red head and a dark haired young man, perhaps they were some kind of group. He still was unsure of anything about them, other than that the blonde one was nice to him and they had a hobby of fighting people at night time in the cemetery.