BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER
INNER LIGHT
Authors Note: First of all, this is not a new story. Its been posted here for a few months an was written with an early (pre Riley) season four timeframe in mind. It's been reformatted to make it easier to read. Secondly, please R&R, it helps my motivation ;-)
Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy, or any other characters from the show. They all belong to Joss and co. Any other characters are products of my own limited imagination and I hope you enjoy them.
"I shall die, and what I now
feel be no longer felt."
Frankenstein
Prologue
Evil Is Afoot
The stars glittered in the sky above King, almost seeming to speak to him as he stood on the rooftop staring up at them. He loved the night if such a term could be applied to a creature without a soul. Of course being a creature of the night certainly helped one appreciate it more, its moods and its methods. To be at one with the night you truly had to be a part of it. And, being a vampire he was more in tune with it than almost any other creature on the face of the Earth.
Slowly he let his gaze fall down on the sleepy town before him. So this was the Hellmouth, better known as Sunnydale. He'd avoided it for the past four years if only because of one simple little factor. The Slayer. He didn't really dislike the Slayers like so many others of his kind. The slaying of vampires was their birthright and he did agree that many of his kind were little more than vermin who deserved nothing more to than to be stamped out.
It had been different once; vampires had been powerful and feared by men. Now they cast about little more than bogeymen to overactive imaginations, being forced to skulk in shadows and feed off the dregs of human society. No, he did not hate the Slayers. They were merely doing their job. The trouble was that this one was so horrendously good at it. Barely a week went by that he didn't hear some new tale of the Slayer's latest exploits and little misadventures. It was precisely these stories more than any other reason that had kept him away. King had a great sense of self-preservation. He liked his existence and did not want it to be taken away from him. Ironically it was that same sense of self-preservation that had brought him here now.
As he stood in the light of the moon he felt his hand shake slightly. Closing his eyes he concentrated hard until it stopped. He let out a long relaxing breath and stared back down at the town beneath him. The Slayer he could cope with so long as she didn't get in his way. He turned on his heel and strode off over the rooftop, his long dark ponytail flowing in the night breeze behind him. If she did he would have no choice but to destroy her. He never noticed the silhouetted figure watching him from the next building.
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