A/N Hello Lovelies, I've been re-watching the Buffy series and have re-fallen in love with all of them. So here comes a new story! It's just started but I wanted to get it out there, I feel like there aren't many new BTVS fics. Just and FYI this is a fic taking place before "Buffy" time. It's back when the whirlwind (Darla, Angelus, Spike, and Drusilla) were at large in Europe, only I have changed it up a bit. I have removed Darla from the group and replaced her with my own OC. Also in case you realise the inconsistencies with this Fic and the canon, I am going to be playing around with who sires who, and when they were sired, etc. Just to make my fic the way I want it! I hope you all enjoy! Yours, Alise.

The cold London wind licked the skin of the young girl as she walked down the moonlit path to her home. She had just finished a long shift working at her parents tavern, and was eager to get back to her room, maybe settle down with a nice book. She ignored the crude stares from the slums on the side of the road. She knew it wasn't very ladylike to be walking this path at night, but she had been doing it since she was young. The tavern was only a quarter mile from her home, it had never seemed dangerous.

"Shouldn't be walking around here, luv." The girl turned to see a man about her age stalking her from across the road. Her body tensed and she kept walking forward. Hearing his steps continue behind her she turned on her heel to face him.

"I'm alright, thanks" she shouted to the stranger, then turned back to keep walking. Her pulse quickened as she felt his presence behind her, although his footsteps were silent.

"You know, streets here can be dangerous at night." Her footsteps quicken with her heartbeat. She felt a hand on her shoulder, before she could do anything the man had spun her around and pushed her up against the wall. She looked up at him and finally got to see his face. His blue eyes stared deep into her as he towered over her. For an attacker, she couldn't help but think he had quite a nice face, his cheekbones could cut glass.

Her fantasy was shaken quickly as she felt his lips on her neck. She felt his tongue run from the sensitive spot behind her ear down her throat, to her pulse point. As he began to suck on her neck she began to squirm away from him.

"Stop it" She urged as she writhed beneath him, her struggles on giving him more power. The lean man pulled away from her briefly, pouting.

"Come on, luv. I don't bite." He said before dipping down to pull her lips into a deep kiss. When he pulled away his face had changed. His once beautiful, angelic face, had turned monstrous. It was cover with creases and bumps, but most noticeable were the fangs that slowly distended from his lips. He leaned in toward her ear, she quivered. "Hard"

As his sharp teeth scraped at her skin, the young girls adrenaline kicked in. She brought one of her knees up and connected it with the man in front of her. He was barely phased, so she managed to bring up one of her arms, pushing him off of her with an incredible force. The demon-man flew to the ground with a thud, then quickly hopped back up.

"What are you?" She asked, terrified. She could no longer make out the charming features she had once seen. The man licked his lips, finding blood on them. His eyes shown with a golden light.

"I should ask you the same thing, pet." He growled, before lunging at her. She tried to move away, but her managed to grab hold of her dress, ripping the fabric and bringing her toppling to the ground. The young woman squirmed on the ground, attempting to escape her attacker, but he grabbed on to her now exposed leg and pulled her toward him.

The girl let out a scream as his body fell on top of hers. His rough hands aggressively pushed her head to the side, slamming it into the ground. She felt his teeth sink into her skin, she screamed in pain as he jerked her body against him, slowly pulling her blood from her neck. She felt the world around her go fuzzy, her mind started closing, the corners of her eyes began to darken.

Just then she faintly felt the weight of his body lifted off of her, he quickly turned her onto her back to face him before bringing his wrist up to his bloody face. He ripped at the skin, then brought his wrist to her face. To weak to move she let the blood from his wrist fall into her mouth. She felt another strong hand reach up to her neck, slowly caressing the airway as the blood flowed down. She felt a cold go through her, as the blackness consumed her.

A/N Also, if you are a Hunger Games fan I would love it if you checked out my other story, "Fish Out Of Water"