Hi everyone! I thought I'd try a bit of a different story to my others, this one's very dark and quite creepy. It is set during season five right after the first episode. It is also a little bit AU.

Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy anymore than most people (Except Joss Whedon)


He tried to escape, but the attempts were futile.

His flailing arms did not bother me and the blood curdling screams that echoed around the dingy warehouse were… amusing. I felt the blood trailing from my mouth, running down my chin and then

drip,

drip,

dripping

to the ground.

The blood was like adrenaline as it pumped through my veins. I could actually feel his essence running through me. I cranked his head further to one side in order to access the blood better, but I could tell his time was running out. Why can't this last forever?

As if reading my thoughts a voice rang out from the darkness, "There'll be more where that came from, love."

Slowly the struggles ended and his body rested limp in my arms. Licking the blood off my fingers, I felt pleasant tingles run down my spine.

I gave my trademark pout. "Goodbye Xander…"

They say that death is the next great adventure; I never fully understood that saying until now. While I was alive I was always in pain. Now there is only lust.


I'm thinking about doing a prequel to this drabble, explaining how Buffy (if you didn't guess who it was) became a Vampire. I'd like to know if anyone thinks it would be worth it. So please review and tell me if you like this story and if it's worth writing a prequel.