This is the first chapter of the first story of my Buffy the Vampire
Slayer series that I call The Sired Slayer Series. It is a great story and
I suggest that anyone whom is a fan of Buffy should read it. In my story
the last season never happened, which means that Xander still has his eye,
Sunnydale still exist, there aren't like a million slayers, and everyone is
still alive. I hope that you like my story and if you do you should check
out any other stories from this series to read.
Chapter 1
The darkness had engulfed her entire being and had a stiff grasp on her. The apathy ate her up and spit out the shell of what she'd been before, but now the shell was completely equipped with a demon and a new found taste for blood. She didn't even know what her new face looked like due to the fact that she was unable to see any reflection. Buffy, the one time slayer, had now become a blood-sucking vampire.
She sat unaccompanied in her new crypt (Angel's old one) as the tears fell from her face and rolled down her cheeks to the wooden stake that she held in her hands. The stake was still dusty from the long night of patrolling that she'd gone on only hours before. Perhaps it was that fact that she'd been the chosen one before that she still had a conscience and a feeling of duty in when it came to slaying.
It had been three long months since she'd been caught off guard by the nest of vamps that had taken her whole life. They had tortured her for days on end and then, while she was on the verge of death, they turned her. The feeling of her blood leaving her veins, the taste of the vampire blood in her mouth, the feeling of her eyes opening for the first time as the living dead was all still fresh on her mind.
It was a horrible thought; she couldn't ever be the same Buffy that she'd been before. She had left all of her friends and family behind without even a clue as to where she went. She had caught a glance of Xander and Willow patrolling in the graveyard one day a few weeks back and she feel to her knees to cry almost instantly. She hadn't really been much of a crier but this was the worst it had ever gotten. She had no friends, no purpose, no life, and no relief.
"Time to go", she told herself. "You have to go out and patrol some more. The night is still young." She got up slowly and started to slowly walk out of her new home.
The night sky was eerie with a thundercloud coming in that blocked out the moon. The only noise through out the entire graveyard was the sound of the wind whistling through the trees and the rustling of the dead and dry leaves that made the ground look alive with colors of orange and red. A bolt of lightning ripped its way through the sky like a savage beast that was desperately trying to get to the ground.
Buffy had spotted some freshly dug graves on the other end of the cemetery and figured that it was worth a look. It had become much easier to find vampires because her sense of smell had increased so much that she could practically tell when one was coming from a few hundred yards away. The gravesites that she was going to investigate had smell a lot like vamps but she couldn't tell until she got there.
That was when she heard it. It was the sound that she'd been longing to hear for over two months. A voice coming from the shadows that she should have known was there even before she could smell him. Must have been down wind.
She spun around as the word repeated itself, "Buffy?" She knew Angel's voice better than anyone in the world did and she knew why he'd come. She had basically turned up missing on day and the Scooby gang must have given him a call.
"Angel," the word rolled out of her mouth before she even knew what had happened. Another tear rolled down her cold cheek as she watched him step out of the shadow of a tree. He was clad in his usual black suit with a white dress shirt under it.
"What happened, Buffy?" He had the sound of worry in his voice that showed that he could obviously smell what she'd become. He looked as if he'd been kicked in the gut as he started to realize that she was a vampire.
"I'm not evil..." She had to clarify the subject before he made a snap decision and staked her. She took a step closer to him and after a few more steps they were right on top of each other. She threw herself at him and wrapped her arms around him. It was the first contact that she'd had with a loved one in three months and she wanted to savor every bit of it. He brought his arms up and returned the hug.
"Let's talk", Angel said as he stepped away and looked her in the eyes.
After about an hour of Buffy spelling it out for him in his old home and her new one, he understood what she was going through. He had been there once and he knew how hard it was to be alive and know that you are dead at the same time. He looked at her for a moment of two and let his eyes dart from her eyes to her lips to her eyes to her lips. Then, without another word, he leaned in and gave her the first kiss in a long time. He had dreamt about that kiss since the day that he'd left Sunnydale.
The kiss drug on for over an hour and it was well waited for. Buffy had almost forgotten how great of a kisser he was, but now she remembered quite well. As the passionate kiss went on, Buffy formed a small smile at the corners of her mouth. It was the first smile that she'd made since she'd been turned and she loved the feeling.
The kiss ended as the sun started to come up and they could both see the light of it as it slowly started to make its way up. Day was coming and they would be stuck inside for the rest of the day, though, she wasn't complaining.
Chapter 1
The darkness had engulfed her entire being and had a stiff grasp on her. The apathy ate her up and spit out the shell of what she'd been before, but now the shell was completely equipped with a demon and a new found taste for blood. She didn't even know what her new face looked like due to the fact that she was unable to see any reflection. Buffy, the one time slayer, had now become a blood-sucking vampire.
She sat unaccompanied in her new crypt (Angel's old one) as the tears fell from her face and rolled down her cheeks to the wooden stake that she held in her hands. The stake was still dusty from the long night of patrolling that she'd gone on only hours before. Perhaps it was that fact that she'd been the chosen one before that she still had a conscience and a feeling of duty in when it came to slaying.
It had been three long months since she'd been caught off guard by the nest of vamps that had taken her whole life. They had tortured her for days on end and then, while she was on the verge of death, they turned her. The feeling of her blood leaving her veins, the taste of the vampire blood in her mouth, the feeling of her eyes opening for the first time as the living dead was all still fresh on her mind.
It was a horrible thought; she couldn't ever be the same Buffy that she'd been before. She had left all of her friends and family behind without even a clue as to where she went. She had caught a glance of Xander and Willow patrolling in the graveyard one day a few weeks back and she feel to her knees to cry almost instantly. She hadn't really been much of a crier but this was the worst it had ever gotten. She had no friends, no purpose, no life, and no relief.
"Time to go", she told herself. "You have to go out and patrol some more. The night is still young." She got up slowly and started to slowly walk out of her new home.
The night sky was eerie with a thundercloud coming in that blocked out the moon. The only noise through out the entire graveyard was the sound of the wind whistling through the trees and the rustling of the dead and dry leaves that made the ground look alive with colors of orange and red. A bolt of lightning ripped its way through the sky like a savage beast that was desperately trying to get to the ground.
Buffy had spotted some freshly dug graves on the other end of the cemetery and figured that it was worth a look. It had become much easier to find vampires because her sense of smell had increased so much that she could practically tell when one was coming from a few hundred yards away. The gravesites that she was going to investigate had smell a lot like vamps but she couldn't tell until she got there.
That was when she heard it. It was the sound that she'd been longing to hear for over two months. A voice coming from the shadows that she should have known was there even before she could smell him. Must have been down wind.
She spun around as the word repeated itself, "Buffy?" She knew Angel's voice better than anyone in the world did and she knew why he'd come. She had basically turned up missing on day and the Scooby gang must have given him a call.
"Angel," the word rolled out of her mouth before she even knew what had happened. Another tear rolled down her cold cheek as she watched him step out of the shadow of a tree. He was clad in his usual black suit with a white dress shirt under it.
"What happened, Buffy?" He had the sound of worry in his voice that showed that he could obviously smell what she'd become. He looked as if he'd been kicked in the gut as he started to realize that she was a vampire.
"I'm not evil..." She had to clarify the subject before he made a snap decision and staked her. She took a step closer to him and after a few more steps they were right on top of each other. She threw herself at him and wrapped her arms around him. It was the first contact that she'd had with a loved one in three months and she wanted to savor every bit of it. He brought his arms up and returned the hug.
"Let's talk", Angel said as he stepped away and looked her in the eyes.
After about an hour of Buffy spelling it out for him in his old home and her new one, he understood what she was going through. He had been there once and he knew how hard it was to be alive and know that you are dead at the same time. He looked at her for a moment of two and let his eyes dart from her eyes to her lips to her eyes to her lips. Then, without another word, he leaned in and gave her the first kiss in a long time. He had dreamt about that kiss since the day that he'd left Sunnydale.
The kiss drug on for over an hour and it was well waited for. Buffy had almost forgotten how great of a kisser he was, but now she remembered quite well. As the passionate kiss went on, Buffy formed a small smile at the corners of her mouth. It was the first smile that she'd made since she'd been turned and she loved the feeling.
The kiss ended as the sun started to come up and they could both see the light of it as it slowly started to make its way up. Day was coming and they would be stuck inside for the rest of the day, though, she wasn't complaining.