Author: Thayli
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy. Joss dose. The twerp.
Rating: PG
Distribution: I don't really care, but if you're going to post it please tell me.
Spoilers: None really. Takes place somewhere between the end of season 1 and the end of season 5
Summery: A vampire's perspective on the hunt.
Author Notes: This is my first Buffy fanfic. Please R&R.
I sniff the air.
I sniff the air.
I sniff the - got it.
There it is.
The Prey.
A girl. Brunette. Crying.
I grin, and walk to her.
"Hello" says I.
"H-h-Hi" says the Prey.
"What's wrong?" I ask, as if I care.
"I j-just broke up with m-my boyfriend" the Prey replies.
I sniff the air and smell the sweet beautiful smell of pain.
"You shouldn't be out here at night... It's dangerous" I mock, tears almost coming to my eyes to avoid laughing.
"You're out here" the Prey observes.
I grin as I speak "True, perhaps we should leave".
The Prey seems to agree.
"Where do you live?" I ask.
"Over in that direction" the Prey turns to point and I strike.
Oh blood. Sweet blood that flows like honey. I suck and savor each drop...
Only to be hit from behind, by her.
The Slayer. For thirty years I have avoided them. A minion such as myself has no business hunting them, only the masters should attempt such a thing. And mine dose. I would rather be in a nice city where vampires are safe to hunt, such as New York or Paris, Berlin for all I care. But no, MY master wishes to control the hellmouth. He wishes to be the first one since the Vampire King, to defeat her. He wants to do what hundreds of Brothers and Sisters on the front line of evil have failed to do. The idiot.
She stands there in a suit of leather. She wears it like a banner.
"Mind if I cut in?" she asks.
I'm shocked. I refuse to believe that of all my people in this town that I'm the one she finds. It must be a trick, some spell even. The girl must have been hi when I bit her, and this is just a hallucination. This can NOT be happening to me!
"Slayer", I hiss. It's all I can think to respond with.
And then she attacks.
She tries to stake me while I recover, but fails.
I always was faster than my fellow minions.
We exchange blows.
Punch.
Kick.
Duck.
Block.
Fail to dodge.
Anger.
Punch.
Fail to block.
Rage.
Kick.
Rush.
She turns away and kicks strait back while looking over her shoulder. Her eyes never leave mine.
I go flying and hit a gravestone. She follows me.
I jump back up. Only to go strait into the wooden stake she was holding up.
Pain.
Pain.
Pain.
And yet, I feel odd. My existence has always been unnatural. An anomaly that never should have been.
A slayer feels this strangeness and knows it to be one of my kind. And as the wood slides out of my heart, I feel odd. The unnaturalness is fading. I'm being removed from this corpse I inhabit.
The pain is gone. Replaced with the feeling of nature healing itself. The process is destroying the corpse.
The heart is ash.
The organs are ash.
The muscles are ash.
The skin is ash.
And there I am. A skeleton among the ash. I'm to integrate into the bones for them to become ash.
But with out the rest of the corpse I cannot support my existence in this world any longer.
The bones crumble to dust.
And I float away.