Where's a DeLorean when you need one?
OK, I'm pretty much done with the whole bright-and-shiny future.
I mean, true, if we're in the future, then it's pretty safe to say that the world didn't end between the time we left and today. All things considered, that's good news.
But ever since Harmony and I were dumped here, I've just felt...lost.
And Harmony's whining about wanting to hit a future mall is grating on my last nerve. I'm of half a mind to let her find her own way back home.
Society's gone through a lot of changes since I became a vampire. I wouldn't have imagined how the world would turn out in the present the past the 21st century back in the 18th century. Couldn't.
Actually, I didn't care much about the future back then. When it was me and Darla, I pretty much only cared about my next meal.
But the thing of it is, when you're a vampire, you don't see the world jump forward. You're with it for all of its baby steps. So when the future you never thought about finally shows up, it sneaks up on you. You never realize how much progress the world has made till you look back over where you were.
To come from Sunnydale to...this...is pretty damn disconcerting.
But I've been able to find out a few things about where and when we are.
First, we're in Manhattan, and it's 2225. June 23, 2235, to be exact, though I have no idea why that particular date would be important at all.
Obviously, the city's grown a little since our day. The Warrens, which is where we've been keeping to so we don't get fried, is basically the equivalent of our ghettos back home. The Uppers, where the upper-class of society lives, was basically built on top of the Warrens.
Vampires still exist. Or, as people here call them, "lurks." People think the lurks are simply diseased or possibly mutants, since they still generally scoff at the idea of vampires, or demons, or magic, anything remotely supernatural. Which struck me as a little odd, seeing as how even back home, the people you'd think would be least likely to get involved with the supernatural know enough about magic to make your head spin. Literally.
The lurks tend to be a little nastier that I'm used to. It's as if they're as hungry and desperate as the people they feed on down here in the Warrens. More feral. Almost like they evolved along with the rest of the world.
Finally...it sounds like there's a Slayer around here somewhere.
Something happened down here in the Warrens a few months ago, something that people still whisper about as if they're afraid talking about it will make it happen again. Something about a war involving the lurks...and a giant bug monster.
And apparently the monster was killed and the lurks turned back, all thanks to one girl.
We need to find this girl. If she's a Slayer, then maybe she can tell us what we need to know about Star Trek Land here. Maybe she can help us find a way home.
Because every Slayer has to have a Watcher.
And where there's a Watcher, there's a Watcher's Council.
If for no other reason than the uptight bastards wouldn't die without a fight.
I mean, true, if we're in the future, then it's pretty safe to say that the world didn't end between the time we left and today. All things considered, that's good news.
But ever since Harmony and I were dumped here, I've just felt...lost.
And Harmony's whining about wanting to hit a future mall is grating on my last nerve. I'm of half a mind to let her find her own way back home.
Society's gone through a lot of changes since I became a vampire. I wouldn't have imagined how the world would turn out in the present the past the 21st century back in the 18th century. Couldn't.
Actually, I didn't care much about the future back then. When it was me and Darla, I pretty much only cared about my next meal.
But the thing of it is, when you're a vampire, you don't see the world jump forward. You're with it for all of its baby steps. So when the future you never thought about finally shows up, it sneaks up on you. You never realize how much progress the world has made till you look back over where you were.
To come from Sunnydale to...this...is pretty damn disconcerting.
But I've been able to find out a few things about where and when we are.
First, we're in Manhattan, and it's 2225. June 23, 2235, to be exact, though I have no idea why that particular date would be important at all.
Obviously, the city's grown a little since our day. The Warrens, which is where we've been keeping to so we don't get fried, is basically the equivalent of our ghettos back home. The Uppers, where the upper-class of society lives, was basically built on top of the Warrens.
Vampires still exist. Or, as people here call them, "lurks." People think the lurks are simply diseased or possibly mutants, since they still generally scoff at the idea of vampires, or demons, or magic, anything remotely supernatural. Which struck me as a little odd, seeing as how even back home, the people you'd think would be least likely to get involved with the supernatural know enough about magic to make your head spin. Literally.
The lurks tend to be a little nastier that I'm used to. It's as if they're as hungry and desperate as the people they feed on down here in the Warrens. More feral. Almost like they evolved along with the rest of the world.
Finally...it sounds like there's a Slayer around here somewhere.
Something happened down here in the Warrens a few months ago, something that people still whisper about as if they're afraid talking about it will make it happen again. Something about a war involving the lurks...and a giant bug monster.
And apparently the monster was killed and the lurks turned back, all thanks to one girl.
We need to find this girl. If she's a Slayer, then maybe she can tell us what we need to know about Star Trek Land here. Maybe she can help us find a way home.
Because every Slayer has to have a Watcher.
And where there's a Watcher, there's a Watcher's Council.
If for no other reason than the uptight bastards wouldn't die without a fight.