Title: Let There Be Light
Author: Kaerva Sheraoir
Rating: R (for language and sexual abuse)
Disclaimers: I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer.(I really hope that you
already knew that. Otherwise consider lobotomy) I do, however, own the
characters I made up. If you steal them, I will find out, and I will hunt
you down and hurt you very, very badly. Okay? Okay.
Authors note: This takes place in the late 3rd season, after Angel comes
back and Faith leaves, but before the mayors attempted Ascention. Onto the
fic..
Buffy prowled down the dark streets of Sunnydale, California, body tensed and senses attuned to every sound the night threw at her. Her black heels made a hollow click-clack sound every time they struck the pavement, reverberating ominously against the brick buildings of the old district. Quiet tonight. She'd dusted a couple of vamps back at the park, but nothing out of the ordinary. Which, in fact, was out of the ordinary.
Taking one last quick look around the sleeping street, Buffy was satisfied that there was no demon activity around here tonight, and decided to head in. Turning around, she began to stroll back to her house, where dinner awaited in the microwave. Suddenly the tiny hairs on her neck, shoulders, and arms stood on end. Something was wrong. Slowly turning around to face whatever horror the Hellmouth had thrown at her this time, she saw something she was not prepared for, something so strange she could hardly believe it: Nothing.
Nervously facing towards home again, Buffy began to walk again, faster than before. She felt it again. Whirling around quickly, almost giving herself whiplash, to find an empty street. But was it? She squinted her dark blue eyes towards a spot in the middle of the street where it seemed a black mist was hovering over the pavement. It was hard to tell in this dim light, even with her acute Slayer senses. A foul smell filled the girl's nostrils, like rotting flesh and half-dried blood. All at once, so fast that Buffy didn't have time to react, the.whatever it was flew toward her, and engulfed her in black mist. She choked on it, spinning around, trying desperately to get away. Then everything went black.
Buffy prowled down the dark streets of Sunnydale, California, body tensed and senses attuned to every sound the night threw at her. Her black heels made a hollow click-clack sound every time they struck the pavement, reverberating ominously against the brick buildings of the old district. Quiet tonight. She'd dusted a couple of vamps back at the park, but nothing out of the ordinary. Which, in fact, was out of the ordinary.
Taking one last quick look around the sleeping street, Buffy was satisfied that there was no demon activity around here tonight, and decided to head in. Turning around, she began to stroll back to her house, where dinner awaited in the microwave. Suddenly the tiny hairs on her neck, shoulders, and arms stood on end. Something was wrong. Slowly turning around to face whatever horror the Hellmouth had thrown at her this time, she saw something she was not prepared for, something so strange she could hardly believe it: Nothing.
Nervously facing towards home again, Buffy began to walk again, faster than before. She felt it again. Whirling around quickly, almost giving herself whiplash, to find an empty street. But was it? She squinted her dark blue eyes towards a spot in the middle of the street where it seemed a black mist was hovering over the pavement. It was hard to tell in this dim light, even with her acute Slayer senses. A foul smell filled the girl's nostrils, like rotting flesh and half-dried blood. All at once, so fast that Buffy didn't have time to react, the.whatever it was flew toward her, and engulfed her in black mist. She choked on it, spinning around, trying desperately to get away. Then everything went black.