Story Notes: The woman? You decide. I'm partial to either Faith or Buffy myself. The vampire? It's up to you to choose: Spike, Angelus or (disturbingly) Angel. Heck, maybe it's the Wish!verse Xander. The situation? Pick one of the two possibilities, or go for broke and combine them. It's not for me to decide your kinks.
A/N: The things you think of when you should be sleeping. Completely unbeta-ed, as per usual. (I don't have one. Sue me. Go on, I dare you.) Apologies to all for any grammatical errors or just plain wrongness. Feedback is always appreciated.

Rating: PG-13? For suggestive and/or violent imagery, depending on what you decide to go with, of course. ;P

Disclaimer: Not mine. Never gonna be mine. Not making a profit here either.


He watched her watch him- her eyes bright, heartbeat loud and racing, breath hitching. Her scent, thick and rich, snaked over him and pushed itself up into his nose, filled his mouth, plunged down his throat to invade dead lungs.

He could almost taste her, pulsing into his mouth and coating his tongue. Oh God, would it be sweet when he finally got her where he wanted her. Would she beg for him to stop, or beg for him not to? Probably neither, she just wasn't the begging kind. But, he would have her screaming.

He'd make sure of it.