Buffy

I stepped into the room, it was a dangerous place. Filled with the bitter stench of smoke, beer, sweat and the overwhelmingly sweet smell of human blood. This was dangerous as I had mentioned, well it would be for anyone other then me. Being here made me feel amazing, almost alive. My senses were dancing, I knew that I didn't have to be afraid. All around me were possible murderers, prostitutes, runaways, rapists and many more such people. Everything I should avoid, everything I should stay away from and yet here I was right in their midst. I inhaled an unneeded breath deeply drinking in their scent, while I slunk up to the bar and ordered a drink. I didn't know what I was planning to do.

I had gone shopping earlier, I've never spent that much money on myself in my life. He told me to spend as much as I wanted, so I did. I thought it might be enjoyable, that It might give me a lift from my depression. I went to all of the best stores and bought an enormous amount of clothing. I thought it might be fun to change my style since I felt that I was now a new person. Since I didn't know exactly what I was going for I bought everything. I think that I'll just wear whatever I feel like wearing until I find something that suits this new me. I now have more clothes then I could ever wear, and I feel the same. It didn't do a thing for me. I'll wake up and wonder why exactly I'm still living, there is nothing that I want to do and yet doing myself in seems like such a hassle.

He explained to me the difference between us and the vampires that I have slayed my entire mortal existence. How we could not really die, that a stake would not even pierce our skin, and that we could cover ourselves in garlic and bathe in holy water without any adverse effects.

Well except the smell.

He also said that we were the same as we were the day we were turned that we looked the same, and that we thought the same. He told me that our soul stays with us, that is the one thing I refuse to believe. If I had a soul then why don't I feel, I don't care about them. I wonder about them, but I can't say that I really care. I haven't told him this, It scares me and I'm afraid of what he would say if I told him. I started remembering them, how they looked the things that we did.

I sat swirling my drink around thinking of them. I haven't so much as considered them since it happened, it hurts to much. All I can see when I think of them are their faces when I had told them. They were scared, no they were horrified. I don't want to hurt them, though I am now the thing that we killed, I am evil. If I ever think of going back I'll remind myself of Angel, and how he was without his soul. When I think about how much he hurt us, I don't like to think about it. I never want to be like that. It keeps me away for now. I wonder what happened to them, how they are. I still care about them, though now it feels different. I don't really know how to explain how it feels.

I wonder, is Dawn still living in our house? Is she happy? How are Willow and Tara? Is Anya back? Have her and Xander made up? Is Spike heartbroken and doing something he will regret? I wonder for a bit and then realize, that that isn't my world anymore, I live in the darkness.

While I was thinking a young man had come and sat down next to me, he had stared rudely at me for a while, and now he addressed me.

"You shouldn't be here, he told me. It's dangerous." I simply looked at him and smiled, then went back to my drink. "No really, you should go, the people here they could hurt you. You need to leave, a girl like you. If you're here, you're as good as theirs."

I looked at him then really looked at him, he was amazing, beautiful even. Though I would normally never use that word to describe a man it seemed to suit him perfectly. His eyes seemed to be looking through me trying to find something that I wasn't saying. Trying to read me. I hated that but his whole persona had me baffled. Despite his boyish appearance, I sensed there was something different about him. From him I could feel an almost palpable sense of power, it shook me. The cold eyes that looked into mine were anything, but caring and yet he was offering to help me. He was lying, and doing a good job with it. This interested me as much as it scared me, and at least it promised to be more exciting then brooding about my past.

I had come here looking for something, and I think I may have found it. I didn't say a thing just stood up and motioned for him to lead the way. The thin smile he gave me reflected pleasure. He thought he had won, he had no idea. Everybody seemed to disappear as he lead me to the door out of the crowded bar.

The cool air provided a new sensation, it blew over my skin caressing it. I shook not from cold but from pleasure, this felt amazing, everything did. Every new experience brought with it an exotic feeling. That was the only thing that I loved about my new condition.

I must have been lost in the feeling because when I felt his cold hand on my bare hip it brought me suddenly back to reality. He smiled flashing a small set of perfectly smooth pointed fangs. My suspicions now confirmed, I actually felt more relaxed. Vampires I could handle, easily.

"Come with me. You're not really safe with him. I'll make you safe, come with me and you'll have nothing to fear. You'll be free, free for the first time. No one to hold you back, free to do, to take whom ever you would like when ever you would like. Any time you want."

After getting over the initial shock that he knew of me, which took about a second for nothing really surprises me anymore. I tried to look like I knew that he knew all about me. I collected myself momentarily before starting. I was getting upset.

"Now why would I want to do that? I don't even know you."

"I'm not expecting you to leave him without a reason. I have many. Just come with me and I will explain everything. I will give you a reason to exist, a reason to be."

At this I laughed for a moment, then turned and walked away still slightly chuckling. He may have known who I was living with but he didn't know me, not at all. If this ridiculous encounter did anything, it got my mind up off of larger matters. After all I had seen in my short time as a slayer and now as a vampire I had come across many like this. They think they irresistible, that they can tell you anything and you will lap it up and be eager for more. It is laughable, which is why I am laughing of course. Dracula was the last time I fell for anything like this. It happened with the Master, Dracula, and maybe even Angel to some degree. I've had time to practice, I will not fall for his charms. After all he may be gorgeous, but as far as I've seen that is all he has going for him. And I need allot more than that to make me fall for someone. It doesn't work but I can't resist yelling back at him over my retreating shoulder,

"If you know me so well you know I would never come. I would never leave someone I truly love. I've made that mistake before, I never would again."

I assumed that that was the last I would see of him.

Ha ha okay that was a lie.

I was not the least bit surprised when I felt his hand on my arm forcing me around to face him.

I looked at him and just as he opened his mouth to say something, I reached my free arm back and punched him. What happened shocked me. He went flying, and I mean it. I have sent many things though the air in my time, but never like this. I suppose that vampire strength and slayer strength are pretty potent when mixed. The poor guy never knew what hit him, or so I thought.

The second he reached the ground a *very* long ways away, he seemed to disappear. I looked around trying to find where he was. I saw him a bit late, I found him in time to see his fist flying towards my face. The next thing I knew I was painfully lying against a wall. he was strong, but I was stronger.

I recovered only to find that he had disappeared again. I frantically scanned the area, and it happened just as it had before. His fist was al I saw before my face brutally met the wall. I wasn't really scared, I was simply mad. I was stronger, I knew it, and yet I was torn and bleeding, and he was untouched. Or at least that's what I assumed since I hadn't really seen him since I threw that first punch.

So I thought I lay on the ground and thought. My strength wasn't going to help me, I had to use my head. I tried to remember what Lestat had told me about my new abilities. Most of it I had effectively tuned out, but some of it had seemed interesting. He said that we could move quicker then I had ever been able to, and that that was why he had seemed to disappear. I think that he would he showed me how if I had paid even a little enthusiasm.

I tried using the techniques that Giles had shown me, to hone my slayer strength. I tried to forget everything, which was kind of hard as I flew threw the air to collide with another wall. I closed my eyes and tried to forget what it was to be human, I was powerful, I was immortal.

My eyes opened suddenly and I flew into the air. Landing on the ground I saw him only he looked as if he were moving at a normal speed. He came towards me and I effectively avoided his swing. On the third try he stopped and looked at me. I could see confusion in his eyes. I smiled an evil smile, and using all the strength I possessed sent him up over my head.

I gave him one last look as he hit the ground and started walking away. Again. For the first time I felt as if I were in complete control of my body. It moved where I wanted when I wanted, quickly. I was momentarily energized as I started home. I could have stayed out forever except the sky was starting to lighten. Three weeks ago I wouldn't have been able to tell, now I could not only see it, but I could feel as well.

I paused as I reached the door, should I tell him about this I wondered. I decided not to, well not right away. My bruises and scratches had healed quickly thanks to my new vampiric status. That was nice to say the least. If I could get inside and change my clothes he would never know what had happened. It probably didn't matter anyway, the strange boy was probably just someone trying to get under my skin.

I went inside, I looked around for him, I guess he was still out. As the day grew closer, I grew more nervous. I was worried as I pulled the coffin lid up over my head. I would have gone looking for him but My limbs felt like lead and my eyes were threatening to close. I had to sleep, I hope that he has done the same.

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