Author: Stolen Childe
Rating: PG-13/R
Warnings: OFC, m/m slash, tweaked history, TWT, language, tweaked lineage
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and David Greenwalt own AtS, not mine
Author's Notes: Well, first published AtS fanfic, so bear with me. Don't have a beta yet, so if there's any takers e-mail me. I hope you like.
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The first mistress of the remade shall raise an evil of unspeakable
degree. An Apocalyptic era shall emerge, striking terror into
man and leaving no beast untouched.
The blood of the second great love shall cleanse the beast
a searing kiss shall be shared by childe and master
it shall finish, the first mistress shall be defeated.
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Prologue
They were on her trail, not letting up in the least. Her breath was harsh as she rasped in the cold night air. She chanced a glance over her shoulder and wished that she had not. They were mangled versions of what once had been men. She knew that they were no longer after surviving a massacre and a fire. Their skin blackened and boiled looking, like wax dripping from mannequins. She shivered and picked up her pace, stumbling over a tree root protruding from the ground, catching her heavy skirts in brambles. She cried out as she feel.
"That's enough den boys." a cruel voice broke the silence like a boom of thunder. A tall man moved from the shadows, cool eyes calculating, lips twisted wickedly, "The lass gave a good chase. But it looks to be at an end now."
The girl laughed, slightly hysterical, "It appears you have caught me." tears coated her voice, "Angelus." The vampire laughed, loud and cruel as he stalked towards her.
"It appears I 'ave indeed. But not for mi'self child, oh not for mi'self a'tall. Come get your treat Dear Will." Another vampire broke free of the shadows and she sucked in a wavering, terrified gasp, tears coming to her eyes.
"No. It simply cannot be." she whispered.
"'Fraid so luv. But it was good while it lasted." William the Bloody grinned, swooping down and driving sharp teeth into her neck. Her cry pierced the night, sending nesting birds to wing in fear.
"Yer. Find the demon and tell 'im to pack up is toys." Angelus snapped at a hovering minion, "Go to it!" The minion skittered at the order, blending into the trees.
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