Disclaimer: Not mine, I'm just borrowing. The title is from a Frost Poem. Please read and review- more will be posted as soon as it is written.
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn comes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
Robert Frost
Somewhere in Arkansas in the early 1800's
Running Bird held her breath for a moment. She could feel it, moving closer to her staying just out of sight in the trees. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes. The wind blew her long black hair across her face. From somewhere to her left she heard the rustle of leaves, and the cry of a raven as it protested some disturbance and hurriedly flew away. A smile spread across Running Bird's lips. Her nut brown eyes opened. Quiet as a field mouse, but swift as the raven, Running Bird sprinted towards her prey. She reached the edge of a lake and stopped. She listened again but could hear nothing. Her senses told her something was wrong so she raised her sharp stake and looked quickly about. But as she scanned the woods around her with her sharp eyes she saw nothing. After waiting a moment more she concluded that the monster had evaded her and turned to untie the boat that would carry her back to her village. As she bent to do so, the monster dropped behind her. It grabbed her and breathed in the smell of her hair. The vampire spoke words in a language she did not understand. He reached around and kissed her, forcing his tongue into her mouth and caressing the roof of her mouth. There was a metallic taste to it. As she realized it was the vampire's own blood flowing from self inflicted bites on his lip, Running Bird fought against him, but terror had invaded her calm mind and has drainer her strength. As the teeth punctured her neck and the intense pressure of her blood being drained, Running Bird screamed then succumbed to the darkness that welcomed her.
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Sunnydale 2002
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Buffy let out a grunt of surprise and frustration as she landed hard on her rump. The vampire she had been fighting laughed, "Five minutes out of the grave and I've already knocked the Slayer down. This is fun. As he took what was supposed to be a menacing step towards the prone slayer- the vampire exploded into a cloud of dust. In his place stood Spike, looking exactly like a puppy who thought he had just pleased his master. His smile faded when he reached down to help Buffy up but was slapped away instead.
Buffy glared at Spike as she heaved herself up and dusted off her stylish yet affordable slacks. "How many times do I need to tell you Spike, I don't need your help. I was doing perfectly fine on my own. Don't you have anything better to do than follow me around like, well like a stray dog?"
Spike snarled, "Some thanks I get Slayer, for saving you work- even if I didn't save your life. As for something better to do- I could think of a few things." Spike pushed Buffy against a monument and began to ravage her mouth. After an instant of resistance Buffy returned the kiss and the two sank to the ground.
From her vantage point in a tree a few yards away, Running Bird smiled. ~This is an interesting development. A slayer who . . .hmmm is intimate with a vampire. What a disgrace. But perhaps useful information.~ Running Bird watched only a moment more, then seeing that clothing was beginning to be discarded by the lovers, she leapt from the tree and ran from the graveyard.
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn comes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
Robert Frost
Somewhere in Arkansas in the early 1800's
Running Bird held her breath for a moment. She could feel it, moving closer to her staying just out of sight in the trees. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes. The wind blew her long black hair across her face. From somewhere to her left she heard the rustle of leaves, and the cry of a raven as it protested some disturbance and hurriedly flew away. A smile spread across Running Bird's lips. Her nut brown eyes opened. Quiet as a field mouse, but swift as the raven, Running Bird sprinted towards her prey. She reached the edge of a lake and stopped. She listened again but could hear nothing. Her senses told her something was wrong so she raised her sharp stake and looked quickly about. But as she scanned the woods around her with her sharp eyes she saw nothing. After waiting a moment more she concluded that the monster had evaded her and turned to untie the boat that would carry her back to her village. As she bent to do so, the monster dropped behind her. It grabbed her and breathed in the smell of her hair. The vampire spoke words in a language she did not understand. He reached around and kissed her, forcing his tongue into her mouth and caressing the roof of her mouth. There was a metallic taste to it. As she realized it was the vampire's own blood flowing from self inflicted bites on his lip, Running Bird fought against him, but terror had invaded her calm mind and has drainer her strength. As the teeth punctured her neck and the intense pressure of her blood being drained, Running Bird screamed then succumbed to the darkness that welcomed her.
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Sunnydale 2002
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Buffy let out a grunt of surprise and frustration as she landed hard on her rump. The vampire she had been fighting laughed, "Five minutes out of the grave and I've already knocked the Slayer down. This is fun. As he took what was supposed to be a menacing step towards the prone slayer- the vampire exploded into a cloud of dust. In his place stood Spike, looking exactly like a puppy who thought he had just pleased his master. His smile faded when he reached down to help Buffy up but was slapped away instead.
Buffy glared at Spike as she heaved herself up and dusted off her stylish yet affordable slacks. "How many times do I need to tell you Spike, I don't need your help. I was doing perfectly fine on my own. Don't you have anything better to do than follow me around like, well like a stray dog?"
Spike snarled, "Some thanks I get Slayer, for saving you work- even if I didn't save your life. As for something better to do- I could think of a few things." Spike pushed Buffy against a monument and began to ravage her mouth. After an instant of resistance Buffy returned the kiss and the two sank to the ground.
From her vantage point in a tree a few yards away, Running Bird smiled. ~This is an interesting development. A slayer who . . .hmmm is intimate with a vampire. What a disgrace. But perhaps useful information.~ Running Bird watched only a moment more, then seeing that clothing was beginning to be discarded by the lovers, she leapt from the tree and ran from the graveyard.