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Written for 15minuteficlet LJ community's challenge #71, the word "falter."
Nightmare
by Zzilly14
Even with her Slayer strength, it was hard to keep running. She began to gasp furiously, her breath short, lungs filling with the frozen air surrounding her.
It was difficult, but she knew she had to keep going, or else she would die. And dying was not an option.
Each step brought her closer to safety and farther from her enemy. Home wasn't far off now, and once inside the danger would pass.
She smiled when she saw her street – she was almost there – but suddenly she tripped on a soda can someone had failed to throw away properly.
"I've got you now, Slayer," a dark voice snickered behind her.
You have to get up, her mind was screaming. But her muscles refused to work, for they were exhausted from the vigorous exercise.
She felt the vampire's hands grip her harshly, pulling her up to greet his hideous demonic face.
"You'll make a fine mate, pet," he chuckled before piercing her neck, draining the life out of her weak body.
...
She opened her eyes, and realized she was in bed, in a crypt, next to a familiar bleach blond vamp.
"You alright, love?" he asked.
"Just a bad dream, that's all. Kind of wigged me out."
"I'm sorry, pet."
"Yeah..." Buffy replied. "I... I should go."
She got out of bed and began to put on her clothes, wanting to leave as quickly as possible.
As she walked home, she thought about her nightmare. She shuddered, thinking how it almost felt... pleasurable.
Written for 15minuteficlet LJ community's challenge #71, the word "falter."
by Zzilly14
Even with her Slayer strength, it was hard to keep running. She began to gasp furiously, her breath short, lungs filling with the frozen air surrounding her.
It was difficult, but she knew she had to keep going, or else she would die. And dying was not an option.
Each step brought her closer to safety and farther from her enemy. Home wasn't far off now, and once inside the danger would pass.
She smiled when she saw her street – she was almost there – but suddenly she tripped on a soda can someone had failed to throw away properly.
"I've got you now, Slayer," a dark voice snickered behind her.
You have to get up, her mind was screaming. But her muscles refused to work, for they were exhausted from the vigorous exercise.
She felt the vampire's hands grip her harshly, pulling her up to greet his hideous demonic face.
"You'll make a fine mate, pet," he chuckled before piercing her neck, draining the life out of her weak body.
...
She opened her eyes, and realized she was in bed, in a crypt, next to a familiar bleach blond vamp.
"You alright, love?" he asked.
"Just a bad dream, that's all. Kind of wigged me out."
"I'm sorry, pet."
"Yeah..." Buffy replied. "I... I should go."
She got out of bed and began to put on her clothes, wanting to leave as quickly as possible.
As she walked home, she thought about her nightmare. She shuddered, thinking how it almost felt... pleasurable.