To Seduce a Slayer
by justagrump
Chapter 2
Another night, another patrol. The nearly full moon shines brightly, softly lighting the cemetery. Its glow illuminates the trees and bushes as well as the crypts and headstones. So far it's been a fairly quiet night, with only a few young vampires and a lone demon on the prowl. I haven't even broken a sweat dispatching them and I'm feeling vaguely antsy. Not that I really want another tough fight tonight. The bruises from the previous week haven't quite entirely faded away yet. I just know that I need a good satisfying kill to ease the twitchiness of my muscles and there seems to be a bit of a chill in the air this evening. The workout would help warm me up and might do me some good.
I take deep a breath and let it out slowly, tasting the night air. As I start to make my way back to the cemetery gate, I notice that familiar faint tingle at the base of my spine. Easing myself up next to a tree, I let my gaze drift, picking out the places where someone is likely to be hiding. I close my eyes, willing my other senses to come into focus, listening for any hint of movement. I turn my head slightly towards my left and let my eyelids slit open. There, in the darkness near the wall. A shadow glides slowly and soundlessly towards the exit. As it nears the street lights along the sidewalk, vague features start to come into focus.
The first thing I notice is the hair. Thick, full and shining clean in the light from the street lamp, this is definitely no newbie vamp fresh out of a grave. The golden blonde hair flows freely past her neck, over her shoulders, cascading down her back, the ends brushing the top of her skirt. She's tall, perhaps 5'9", and her silhouette promises a well muscled yet slender body, not unlike some of the girls on a beach volleyball team, only without the golden tan. Her light blue top shimmers, the material satin or perhaps even silk. Thin spaghetti straps tied around her neck and back are all that holds it in place. Her nipples are obvious beneath the thin material, thrusting out proudly in the cool evening air. She's obviously not wearing a bra. Her is exposed tummy is tight and well toned, the muscles flowing smoothly. A brief flash of jealousy squirms it way through me. Why did I get stuck with the short genes and how can I get my hair to look like that?
She silently passes through the gates and turns to head into town. I quickly but quietly make my way out to the sidewalk, peaking around the wall to make sure she hasn't doubled back in an effort to catch me by surprise. I spy her turning the corner up ahead, hips swaying confidently in the cool night air, her muscular legs carrying her at a comfortable but ground eating pace. As I follow, I can't help but notice the strength and confidence she carries herself with. Her long blonde tresses flow across her back, caressing the edge of her mid thigh length black skirt. Her backless light blue top does little to hide the smooth rise of muscles along her spine. Despite myself, the tingling in my lower back starts to shift around towards the front.
I do my best to stay back in the few shadows as I follow her, curious to learn her destination at this late hour. As I study her, I let my mind wander slightly. Except for a few occasions before Faith left for L.A., I have never found myself even remotely attracted to women. But with Faith around, our slayer connection seemed to amplify every feeling and emotion, almost as though we were twins separated at birth and reunited that night we met at the Bronze. At times, I felt I could almost tell what she was thinking and feeling, like we were caught in a psychic feedback loop of some kind. I always knew when she was near, and the almost frightening yet strangely welcome urges that pulsed through my body after a good kill would reverberate through my body whenever she was near.
After I consummated my love with Angel and the resulting nightmare that followed, I've avoided any situation that might lead to intimacy. The guilt I carry for the things he did when I couldn't kill him at the mall won't just go away, and I haven't been able to get past having to kill him even though it meant saving the world. Angel still had his soul when the First brought him back, and with the help of Faith and the other Scoobies, we nursed him back to health. We both knew that our love could never be, and after much discussion and many tear filled nights in each others arms, Angel moved to L.A. to open a second front on the war on evil.
But being near Faith, feeling that connection between us, a warm glow would begin to work its way between my legs. The spicy smell of her as we both worked up a sweat while sparring, the inappropriate sexual innuendos, that naughty glint she'd get in her eyes always left me feeling little light headed and breathless. I groan to myself as the warm glow below my belly slowly builds. My nipples stiffen in betrayal of my arousal, but I blame instead the coolness of the night air. Shaking my head and blinking my eyes to clear these thoughts from my mind, I nearly fail to notice the woman as she turns down an alley.
Gliding up to the corner, I listen as her footfalls slow, then stop. I settle into a crouch and chance a peek around the corner of the building, She knocks lightly at a nondescript door about a third of the way down. A small square of light lands on her face. Low sounds of murmuring can be heard from the doorway and she enters, leaving the alleyway empty. I wait at the corner a few minutes, shifting my gaze down the darkened alley, seeking out any sign of movement or sounds that might give away a guard. Sensing nothing, I soundlessly slip into the alley and creep cautiously closer to the door. My muscles are tense as I anticipate the possibility of someone opening the door. As I get closer, I notice the door seems sort of strange. I realize there's no handle on the outside. It can only be opened from within. There's a slight indentation in the door, a few inches above my head, a peep hole so someone inside can see and speak to a visitor without the risk of opening the door first. I press my ear to the cool steel of the door, but can hear nothing of what might be going on inside.
Weighing my options, I decide to pack it in for the night. Even though I have goosebumps on my arms from the chill night air, I think I'm going to need a long cold shower before I can sleep tonight. As I make my way out of the alley and back to the street, I make a mental note of my location so that I can return here in the daylight and investigate further.