Wickerman
Teaser
Story by Chris Cook
Written by Faith730 and Chris Cook
Produced and Directed by Chris Cook and CN Winters
Edited by DragonWriter17
Sound by CSR
Art Direction by Chris Cook
Artists – Chris Cook, David Zahir, Robert Kidman, Sarah, Humaira, CN Winters
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Fade In:
Int.
Slayer Dorm Hallway – Night
Xander and Vi crept through the doorway of the slayers dorms. The hallway was silent. Vi quickly closed the door behind them and led the way down the hall.
They stopped at the Vi’s door, and she turned to face him with a smile. "I had a really great time, Xander."
"Me too," he replied, returning her smile.
"I’d invite you in," Vi said, looking towards the door. "But…"
"You’re afraid I’m an evil shape-shifting demon trying to impregnate you with my hell spawn."
"That, and my roommate’s probably asleep."
"I don’t think she’d mind," Xander said with a grin.
Vi smiled back, but shook her head. Suddenly, he grabbed his left temple. "I…I’m having a vision."
Vi quickly closed the gap between them and grabbed his shoulder. "Oh god, what is it?"
Xander turned and looked into her eyes. He smiled and said, "In ten seconds, I’m going to kiss you."
Xander’s grin spread to Vi’s face. She pulled a strand of hair away from her face. "Is that so? That’s quite a gift you’ve got there."
He nodded. "Yes, it is. 3…2…1…" He leaned in and kissed her. Vi returned the favor, placing her arms around his neck. They pushed against the door with a soft thud. Without looking, Vi grabbed the doorknob and pushed it open.
They made for the bed without bothering to close the door. The room was completely dark. Vi pulled away from the kiss and clapped her hands together. The lights flicked on. She smiled and reached for her cap.
Xander grabbed her hand. "No, leave it on."
She smiled, and they began kissing again. Xander clapped his hands together sending the room to darkness once more.
"Do you mind?" exclaimed a voice, originating from the other side of the room. The owner of the voice clapped her hands together. The lights flickered on to reveal Vi’s roommate, scantily dressed in a very revealing negligee. She sauntered over and shoved Vi off the side of the bed. "I’m the only one who’s going to be having sex with Xander tonight."
Vi, who was now dressed in her own seductive attire, pushed her roommate away from Xander. "Back off, he’s mine!"
Xander stood up and moved between the two girls. "Ladies please. There’s enough of me to go around." They each backed down, apparently seeing the wisdom in Xander’s words. However, the tentative peace was quickly shattered when Vi’s roommate muttered, "I would have won."
Vi launched herself at her roommate, renewing the brawl. They landed in a pit of mud. Xander shrugged and backed up a few paces to a row of movie-theater style seats. He sat down next to Andrew, who offered him a bag of popcorn. "Try the 3-D glasses," Andrew said, holding out a pair for him.
Xander put on the glasses. "Wow, it really jumps out at you."
The audience yelled in excitement, and a loud muddy slap could be heard. Andrew and Xander ducked as a stream of mud soared above their heads and hit a sign that read, "First three rows: SPLASH ZONE."
Willow strolled down the aisle and took a seat next to Xander. "Hey Xander."
Xander shushed her.
"Xander?"
"Will, I heard you, but I’m kind of busy right now."
"Xander!"
Cut To:
Int.
Council Kitchen – Same Time
"What?!" Xander said, sitting up abruptly. Willow and Vi looked on as he wiped some drool from his mouth. "I...uh...sorry, I must have fallen asleep."
"Really?" Willow said with an amused smiled. "What were you dreaming about?"
"It...um...you…I don’t remember."
Willow shot Vi a wicked grin. "Whatever you say. Well, I’ll see you two later. Ro’s expecting me." With that, Willow disappeared through the kitchen door.
Vi took a seat next to Xander, and the two of them shared an awkward silence.
Xander finally broke the silence. "So, how have you been?"
"Good," Vi said, avoiding his eye line.
"That’s good," he said, not looking at her either. "I haven’t seen you much in the last few days."
"Yeah, things have been hectic. Ever since Faith got back, she’s been a bit…off."
"Off?"
"I can’t think of any other way to describe it. Kennedy and I have had to step up." She fidgeted in her seat. "Give her time to adjust after what happened."
They shared another moment of silence, before both attempted to speak at the same time.
"I was thinking…"
"Maybe if we…"
Xander suppressed a grin. "Go ahead, what were you saying?"
Vi took a deep breath. "I have feelings for you." Xander smiled. "But, every time it seems like you want to start something with me, you bring up her."
"Alex?"
"Yes. So I need you to make a choice. Do you want to be with her or me?"
Xander blinked at the question. "I…I don’t know."
Vi got up and left without a word.
Xander put his head in his hands. "Wonderful. And the horrible night award goes to…"
Cut To:
Int.
Faith and Robin’s Suite – Same Time
Faith stared at the ceiling as she listened to Robin’s light snoring. Her eyes were beet red, with large bags exaggerating her already pale face.
Robin let out a soft moan and rolled over onto his stomach. Faith looked over, expressionless, before turning toward the alarm clock on the mantel adjacent to their bed. The clock read 2:47.
Faith slowly rolled onto her side and off the bed. She quickly gathered her clothes and headed out of the bedroom.
Cut To:
Int.
Locker Room – Moments Later
Faith crept into the locker room and moved to the last row of lockers. She found hers quickly and pulled out a set of wrist wraps. She sat on a nearby bench and slowly wrapped the supports around her wrists.
Once the task was completed, she got up and moved toward the door.
Cut To:
Int.
Slayer Training Room – Seconds later
Faith entered the main training room, where the pre-dawn patrol shift were doing their warm-up exercises. She walked by without a glance at them. She moved past them like a ghost, heading for the corridor to the weight room.
The room was dark, illuminated only by moonlight seeping in through the large bay windows along the north wall. Faith walked in, leaving the lights off, and moved towards a row of punching bags which were suspended form the ceiling.
Faith wasted no time immediately attacking the nearest bag. She began with several slow jabs, each more forceful than the one before it. The bag jerked violently with each strike as she moved about it, speeding up her pace. Rage overtook her, and she began a series of reverse punches. She increased her pace, striking the bag with almost impossible force, all the while screaming in frustration and anger.
Finally, the chain holding the bag gave way, and it flew across the room, colliding with the east wall. Faith looked on as it fell to the floor with a loud thud. She wiped the sweat from her brow and began to untie the wraps.
Her gaze caught the next punching bag in the row. She looked down at her wrists and quickly retightened the wraps. Once they were secured, she moved to the second bag and continued to let out her aggression.
Across the room Robin stood in the doorway watching her.
Fade out.
End of Teaser
Act One
With Felicia Day as Vi, Norika Fujiwara as Mia, and Elijah Wood as Jeff
Guest staring Brad Dourif as Brell, Avril Lavigne as Janet, Victoria Pratt as Francesca, Michele Merkin as Saida and Aria Giovanni as Aria
Fade In:
Int.
Council Lobby – Day
"Well, what if we cut out the first part where the captain develops the slipstream engine?" Andrew said, leaning back in his chair. He had a pen in his right hand, a legal pad in his left, and the phone pinned between his ear and shoulder. A frown formed on his happy face. "You’re sure?"
Just then Giles and Willow came through the front door. "That’s not the point, Giles!" Willow said, sounding a bit irritated. "You should have told me."
"Well, first of all, I wasn’t aware they were yours." Giles said, trying to calm her down. "And second, I thought I gave them back to Rowena."
Andrew looked up and put his palm to the receiver. "Hey, do you two mind? This is an important call."
"Is it Robson? I’ve been expecting to hear from him," Giles inquired, doing his best to distance himself from Willow.
"No, it’s my agent."
Willow raised an eyebrow. "Your agent? Since when do you have an agent?"
"Well, he’s more like my prospective agent. I sent him a script to look at, and we’re talking about getting it sent to a studio."
Giles looked a bit perturbed. "Andrew, I don’t think you should be using the Council phones for your personal—"
Andrew held up a hand and shushed him. "Mr. Broden, are you there? Hello?" He sighed and put the phone down. "Darn, he’s the third one to hang up on me."
"Well, I’m sorry to hear that, but you really should keep your calls to Council business," Willow said, chastising him. "I mean, you don’t see us gabbing on about what happened to Jack Bauer last night."
Andrew hung his head a little. "I’m sorry. I’ll try to keep my calls to Council business. But just out of curiosity, what were you two discussing?"
Giles gulped. "Oh, it was nothing all that important. I just seem to have misplaced something of Willow’s."
"I can help you look if you want," Andrew offered.
Willow blushed. "No, that’s not necessary. It’s nothing to worry about."
The two senior watchers moved to the door just as Rowena came in. She had a DVD box set in her hand. "Oh great, I’m glad I ran into you guys. Willow, I have those DVDs you’ve been looking for. I took them from Giles yesterday and forgot to give them to you."
Andrew leaned back and put his feet on the desk. A smile appeared on his face. "Council business, eh?"
Rowena looked confused. "Council business? No, it’s the complete sixth season of Xena."
Andrew’s smile widened. "So you finally came out?"
Giles looked mortified. "Oh, bloody hell! Can we just…drop this discussion, please?"
"Hey, there’s nothing wrong with being a Xenite," Andrew responded.
Within a few seconds, the four of them were immersed in a very audible, completely ridiculous debate regarding the merits of science fiction television.
A few feet away, Brell entered the front door unnoticed. He moved towards them.
"Hello?" Brell ventured. The four continued arguing. "Brell must speak with Red Witch."
Faith descended the stairs. She caught Brell’s eye and walked over to him. Brell looked at her, and she nodded. Faith took in a deep breath and yelled, "Hey!"
The room immediately fell silent.
Brell gave everyone a friendly but awkward wave. "I have news."
Cut To:
Int.
Coven Room – Moments Later
The group filed into the coven room, which held a large object inside.
"I was sure this thing would take another few hours to settle," Willow muttered, fussing around the polished stone slab in the center of the room.
Most of the balanced mirrors and prisms that had been surrounding it had gone, leaving space for Brell, Giles, Rowena, Andrew, and Faith to stand. The stone, which had been propped up on an easel, was now free-floating a few inches above the floor.
"I was doing the synthesis rituals like you said," Jeff told Willow. "Then three of the mirrors went black, one of the bits of glass caught fire – blue fire – and the easel dismantled itself."
"No kidding?" Andrew asked.
"Yeah, screws unscrewed, nails un-nailed." Jeff grinned. "It woulda been pretty cool if it hadn’t scared the hell outta me."
"It is Vor," Brell explained. "They try to talk to us. I thought, find Red Witch."
"Thanks," Willow nodded. "Yeah, they probably want to talk to us, so they did something at their end to try to get our attention. I think this should…" She, and everyone else, jumped back as the stone vibrated and emitted a shrill whine, which faded down to a background hum after a few seconds.
"Do that again," Andrew muttered as he held his ears like everyone else in the room. "I think I can still hear a little out of my left ear."
"Brell," the stone growled.
"I know that voice," Willow said. "That’s the demon who came for you."
"Creed," Brell nodded. "Brell here," he added to the stone.
The polished surface shimmered and colored, patches of light and shade forming that resolved into the image of Creed, standing in front of a red-lit rocky wall.
"He looks almost human," Giles mused quietly.
"Except for the ten foot tall part," Willow said as an aside.
"I see you, Brell," the demon said in a rumbling voice. Brell nodded, and gestured for Giles to step forward.
"Oh, uh…I’m Rupert Giles," he began, "head of the Watchers Council. On behalf of us and the free people and demons of Earth, I’d like to—"
"I am not concerned with you," Creed interrupted him. "Show me the slayer Faith."
"Yo," Faith said, shrugging and approaching the stone.
"Yo," Creed said gruffly, copying her. "I will speak to you. We have spilt blood together."
"Wish I could say I remember," Faith admitted. "Everything after I got to the surface is a bit of a blur."
"No doubt," the demon nodded. "But you fought the hunters they sent after you nonetheless. Bravely. Your…comrades may listen while we talk if you wish."