Timeline: Night after Graduation Day. B/S maybe.

Part One

There she is walking her friends home from just blowing up her sodden High School. I watched as Peaches left her just standing there, looking so lost and yet so beautiful. I guess Dru had it right; I won't be able to go back to her until I end the Slayer's life. I hate doing it like this-I can see the physical and emotion exhaustion etched on her face as she stumbles along. Her friends seem energized and completely oblivious to her plight.

Bloody easy pickings, the lot of them. Still, I don't want to fight the lot of them so I'll wait until she's alone. It won't be long now because the Wolf and Red leave in the van and the Queen and the boy drive away in her car. Why are they all leaving her on a night like this? Don't they know she had just killed a human, well okay not technically, her other slayer's in a coma.... Some friends those are leaving her after the love of her life just walked out on her!

I can't think about all that-I'm an evil stalking killer and my prey is about to enter and alley that's a short cut to her house. This is too good to be true! I know the alley's a short cut to her home, but even she has to realize that she's in no shape to fight off even a human attacker much less a rogue vampire or two left over from the Mayor's army. We all know that Vamp's love dark alleys.

Sure enough, I can hear the sounds of a fight before I round the corner. The slayer's doing better than I thought because I see two of my brethren turn to dust-but a third is winding up to swing a board like a baseball bat at the back of the slayers head. It all seems like it's in slow motion, either she didn't know the third vamp was there or she was too exhausted to care, she doesn't turn and try to block the blow so he nails her fully in the side of the head.

Poor girl drops like a sack of potatoes. She's out. I can smell the blood from the wound and that make my fangs come out. The fledgling is just standing there ready for her to get up, either he's too frightened to believe he got so lucky as to knock out the slayer or too new at the whole killing thing to realize just how far gone she actually is. I can tell by the way she fell that she won't be coming around for hours, maybe even days-the fact that she will live from the blow is a given-slayer healing and all that.

The fledgling kicks her hard, in the ribs, I can hear a few of them snap, and can see the slayer's breathing become labored and the slow tickle of blood begins to leak from her mouth. I take an involuntary step forward, a protest dying on my lips. The Fledgling turns around at the sound I made and looks at me questioning.

"What you want? She's my kill!" He stands protectively over the unconscious girl. Emotions begin to war within me. By all rights he's correct, but he doesn't have to beat or torture her before he drains her.

"Right you are mate. So just end it, why don't you." He looks back down at her.

He puffs his chest out in conceited glee, "I thought the slayer was tough? She wasn't so tough! Just a stupid cunt like the rest of their ilk. The Mayor was right, just food."

"That's right mate, now just end it will you." I feel the slayer should have an honorable death.... This sorry excuse for a vamp was anything but honorable. Still, he did defeat her, so he should be the one to drain her.

"Yeah, I'll just do that...But first a cunt is a cunt." I see him pull out a length of rope and reach down to tie the slayers arm tightly behind her.

"What are you doing?" I ask though I know already. Three vamps in an alley, after the battle at the high school, rope...Although I didn't see any weapons on the other two, I now really look at the slayer and I can see small cuts and busies all over her arms. So it was an ambush, and this one probably stayed out of the fight, hiding and afraid, until he was sure he could blindside her.

"Bastard!"

"Yeah, your point?" The fledgling answered, not realizing just how close to the edge I was. "We planed it all and now I have the slayer. I'm going to sire a slayer. Me!" He stands up in defiance; "She's going to be my slave!" The fledgling is too caught up in his little power trip to understand or feel the power I hold as a Master. All I can see is red as rage fills me up and I react-I don't know where the piece of wood came from-all I know is the satisfying sound of it driving into the bastard's heart. The look of utter surprise on his face as it dissolves into dust is refreshing.

I so enjoy killing and violence. The fact that I just killed another vamp or one of my kind means nothing to me, I just like it.

I take a few unneeded steadying breaths. Then slowly look down at the helpless, unconscious, and bound slayer. "Right then, let's end this and get back to Dru." I say aloud to so I won't think about how beautiful Buffy is, even covered in blood and busies. I think about Dru and slowly pull my determination to have her back around me like a cape-I must end the Slayer's life, now.

I kneel by her side, she's lying on her stomach, so I gently roll her over and lift her up. Her entire right side of her face is swollen and cut from the board so I turn her head to the left. I want to see her beauty as I drain her....

I sink my fangs in her neck and take the swallow of her rich warm blood and nearly pass-out from pleasure.

I take another, smaller sip, and it's no less wonderful. But, then I feel the small body take a shuttering gasp and I have a moment of clarity-If I drain this creature she will be dead and I will never again be able to fight her, or think about her-the light will be extinguished. She will be gone forever.

I pull my fangs out of her neck. I realized for the first time, I was in love with the Slayer.

I pick-up the limp and fragile body and carry her to the entrance of the alley-left is the hospital it's only a few a blocks away. Right is too my car; I could be at my "safe" house just on the otherside of LA by dawn.

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