Chapter 1
Please don't
The tears stung as they ran over the cuts and bruises that littered and disfigured his face. He had been there for what seemed like months. He couldn't tell if it was morning or light, or where he was, just that his whole body screamed.
Buffy
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The figure moved in the darkness surrounding the body on the cross bathed in the spotlight. Admiring the handy work. The leg wounds had started to heal, but muscle was still at some spots. The hands still retained their purple color. The there were still some charred parts on his chest. His face had begun to heal. And the cross burn still smoked. The pool of blood under the him had slowly turned black.
The figure in the dark mused to itself.
Usually black blood would signal another day of work, but I have to move swiftly if it was finally going to catch my prey. It had already taken longer than it had expected to break the defenses. But this vampire was different from most, stronger, but still breakable. If the defenses aren't weak enough then I might kill him and that wouldn't be fun. But I guess I'll have to chance it.
It picked up the bucket that rested near its feet and threw the water across the vampires legs. The wounds blistered and bubbled. New streams of red ran down his legs. He awoke screaming. It remembered when it had first started. At first he had tried to not give the satisfaction of screaming out in pain, but it had years of experience at this, and no one, no matter strong, stayed silent for very long.
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His eyes shot open as the pain of sizzling flesh shot up his body. He had tried to hold back, but this was too much. He screamed, though his vocal cords were long since shredded from screaming, he still screamed. The figure had never revealed himself, and the only words it spoke were snarls and hisses that sent chills down his spine. And when it was "working" it blind folded him so he couldn't see. Only feel.
"Spike"
Its voice hissed, it was the first time it had used his name.
"It is time for you to tell me where to go."
He could tell now that it was at his head, behind were he couldn't see. But he could feel the hands, they stank of dead flesh that made him want to vomit. They clutched the sides of his head and forced him to look up. The coldness of the hands shocked him into clarity. The nails were digging into his flesh as he looked up and saw a shadowed head on broad shoulders. He couldn't see a face, but he could see two rings were its eyes were. Two burning rings.
He then felt something pulling in his mind.
Buffy
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God this is taking too long, why do I have to write this…..
Gwen Mckellin jumped as her train of thought is interrupted by the screeching sound of the door bell. Her house was pretty large for one person. Of course it hadn't been so large when her family was alive. She looks at the clock confused at the fact it is 12:34am and there is someone at the door. Ever since the accident she hadn't been very social, mainly going out to walk the streets aimlessly. Which by some humor of fate, had brought her to the new understanding of the world. On the way up from her laptop a single rueful thought enters her mind.
Maybe it's a vampire…
She makes her way through the kitchen remembering the events that had taken place a week ago.
She had just entered college and sick of working on the paper she new she couldn't finished. And like always when she got frustrated she began to cry, thinking of how easy it was to have someone to lean on for support. But now thanks to a dunk behind a semi, she had no one. After a few minutes of tears she decided to walk, to clear her mind of things long since passed.
Her thoughts ran deep, closing herself to the outside world. Enough so that she did not notice a person stalking her on the sidewalk. The thoughts were snapped as a hand covered her mouth and pulled her into the alleyway. She tried to scream as she was slammed against the brick wall of the building behind her but any sound was muffled by the vice grip on her face.
She stared in horror as the human visage of her attacker seemed to morph into a demon and bared its fangs. She closed her eyes trying to block out what she new what was going to happen next. Nothing came. If anything the hand seemed to disappear. She opened her eyes to see the demon turn to dust. Revealing a man behind him holding a stake.
For some reason, even though the man was holding a weapon, she wasn't afraid. Her eyes took a moment to observe him. He was tall, sort of long wavy hair platinum blond at the ends. He wore all black, jeans, t-shirt, and a leather jacket. His face expressed a fierce rage that had a undercurrent of sadness. His eyes were strikingly blue by contrast of his pale complexion. She almost didn't notice a small scar cutting his eyebrow.
"You okay?"
Those were the first words that he said to her. All she could do was nod. The sadness and concern on his face left her speechless. He nodded in response.
"Right then lets get you home."
It occurred to her later that maybe it wasn't such a good idea to show him where she lived. But at that point, she didn't care. On the way over she thought over what had happened. A realization came to her pretty quickly.
"That was a vampire back there."
She could have sworn he jumped at the sudden intrusion of her voice. He looked strait ahead.
"Yeah that was."
She knew it, but needed that validity. Out the corner of her eye she saw him shift, pull out a stake and hand it to her. She took it is silent acknowledgment. Without realizing it, they reached the house. She turned to him. And for a moment she saw that his pain was almost parallel to hers. With this she hugged him tightly. She felt him tense, and was about to pull back, but he circled his arms around her. They stood like that for a moment.
She pulled away first and looked him in the eyes.
"Gwen"
He looked at her, confusion crossing his face.
"My name is Gwen."
His confusion left, but was replaced by the look of him battling himself.
"William."
Then in an instant he was gone. She searched with her eyes for him but found nothing. Numbly she walked back into the house, back leaning against the door after closing it. The name she remembered as she closed her eyes.
"William."
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Her thoughts were interrupted when she almost ran into the door. Ever since that night she was cautious of where she walked. She went out more often and started to make friends. But she was still stuck on the same paper she had been working on before. Her hand hit the doorknob when she remembered, grabbed the stake that had been given to her off the end table near the door.
Positioned and ready, she swiftly opened the door. No one was there, then she noticed a dripping sound coming from her from step. The stake clattered on the ground as she stood shocked at the sight before her. There was a body at her step, bloody and mangled. Blood was dripping from a cut on his face. She nearly fell trying to kneel next to the body.
What shocked her even more was the familiar scar that cut the eyebrow. It was William. Tearing her eyes from his face she noticed a slip of paper laid carefully on his chest. On it was a name and a phone number she did not recognize. Unknowingly she put her hand on his chest she put her hand against the chest. She jumped as she heard a moan from his lips.
How could he be alive…
She then realized that she hadn't felt a heartbeat, he wasn't alive, but he was. He is a vampire. Fear ripped through her, but was almost relieved as her memory flashed back to that night. After debating with herself she decided to drag him in carefully. Taking the slip of paper she frantically dialed the number on it. It rang for what seemed to be hours and was finally picked up by a groggy voice.
Not caring whether she woke him. She spoke immediately while eyeing the bleeding body on the floor. Waiting for movement.
" Is this Rupert Giles."
***********
The cargo hold was now off limits after a few workers had gone missing. No one was allowed to go near for fear that they might join them.
Following the trail of dead rats it lead between two containers. Like an ominous cave that threatened to swallow anyone who dared near its opening. Complete darkness surrounded its occupant. Nothing. Nothing could be seen except two burning rings.
It could feel the boat stop, rousing it from its slumber after taking the few stupid workers who tried to locate there comrades. Food was limited on a ship this size. What could you expect on a cargo ship coming from England. So it had to make sure that it only took enough workers to make it clear that this spot was dangerous.
The ship was right on time, and considering the place and information he had left the vampire, everyone involved should be warned by now. Hopefully things shouldn't take as long now. As it stood and swiftly made its way to the shore, one word could be heard issued into the wind from its lips.
"Sunnydale"
Please don't
The tears stung as they ran over the cuts and bruises that littered and disfigured his face. He had been there for what seemed like months. He couldn't tell if it was morning or light, or where he was, just that his whole body screamed.
Buffy
**********
The figure moved in the darkness surrounding the body on the cross bathed in the spotlight. Admiring the handy work. The leg wounds had started to heal, but muscle was still at some spots. The hands still retained their purple color. The there were still some charred parts on his chest. His face had begun to heal. And the cross burn still smoked. The pool of blood under the him had slowly turned black.
The figure in the dark mused to itself.
Usually black blood would signal another day of work, but I have to move swiftly if it was finally going to catch my prey. It had already taken longer than it had expected to break the defenses. But this vampire was different from most, stronger, but still breakable. If the defenses aren't weak enough then I might kill him and that wouldn't be fun. But I guess I'll have to chance it.
It picked up the bucket that rested near its feet and threw the water across the vampires legs. The wounds blistered and bubbled. New streams of red ran down his legs. He awoke screaming. It remembered when it had first started. At first he had tried to not give the satisfaction of screaming out in pain, but it had years of experience at this, and no one, no matter strong, stayed silent for very long.
***********
His eyes shot open as the pain of sizzling flesh shot up his body. He had tried to hold back, but this was too much. He screamed, though his vocal cords were long since shredded from screaming, he still screamed. The figure had never revealed himself, and the only words it spoke were snarls and hisses that sent chills down his spine. And when it was "working" it blind folded him so he couldn't see. Only feel.
"Spike"
Its voice hissed, it was the first time it had used his name.
"It is time for you to tell me where to go."
He could tell now that it was at his head, behind were he couldn't see. But he could feel the hands, they stank of dead flesh that made him want to vomit. They clutched the sides of his head and forced him to look up. The coldness of the hands shocked him into clarity. The nails were digging into his flesh as he looked up and saw a shadowed head on broad shoulders. He couldn't see a face, but he could see two rings were its eyes were. Two burning rings.
He then felt something pulling in his mind.
Buffy
***********
God this is taking too long, why do I have to write this…..
Gwen Mckellin jumped as her train of thought is interrupted by the screeching sound of the door bell. Her house was pretty large for one person. Of course it hadn't been so large when her family was alive. She looks at the clock confused at the fact it is 12:34am and there is someone at the door. Ever since the accident she hadn't been very social, mainly going out to walk the streets aimlessly. Which by some humor of fate, had brought her to the new understanding of the world. On the way up from her laptop a single rueful thought enters her mind.
Maybe it's a vampire…
She makes her way through the kitchen remembering the events that had taken place a week ago.
She had just entered college and sick of working on the paper she new she couldn't finished. And like always when she got frustrated she began to cry, thinking of how easy it was to have someone to lean on for support. But now thanks to a dunk behind a semi, she had no one. After a few minutes of tears she decided to walk, to clear her mind of things long since passed.
Her thoughts ran deep, closing herself to the outside world. Enough so that she did not notice a person stalking her on the sidewalk. The thoughts were snapped as a hand covered her mouth and pulled her into the alleyway. She tried to scream as she was slammed against the brick wall of the building behind her but any sound was muffled by the vice grip on her face.
She stared in horror as the human visage of her attacker seemed to morph into a demon and bared its fangs. She closed her eyes trying to block out what she new what was going to happen next. Nothing came. If anything the hand seemed to disappear. She opened her eyes to see the demon turn to dust. Revealing a man behind him holding a stake.
For some reason, even though the man was holding a weapon, she wasn't afraid. Her eyes took a moment to observe him. He was tall, sort of long wavy hair platinum blond at the ends. He wore all black, jeans, t-shirt, and a leather jacket. His face expressed a fierce rage that had a undercurrent of sadness. His eyes were strikingly blue by contrast of his pale complexion. She almost didn't notice a small scar cutting his eyebrow.
"You okay?"
Those were the first words that he said to her. All she could do was nod. The sadness and concern on his face left her speechless. He nodded in response.
"Right then lets get you home."
It occurred to her later that maybe it wasn't such a good idea to show him where she lived. But at that point, she didn't care. On the way over she thought over what had happened. A realization came to her pretty quickly.
"That was a vampire back there."
She could have sworn he jumped at the sudden intrusion of her voice. He looked strait ahead.
"Yeah that was."
She knew it, but needed that validity. Out the corner of her eye she saw him shift, pull out a stake and hand it to her. She took it is silent acknowledgment. Without realizing it, they reached the house. She turned to him. And for a moment she saw that his pain was almost parallel to hers. With this she hugged him tightly. She felt him tense, and was about to pull back, but he circled his arms around her. They stood like that for a moment.
She pulled away first and looked him in the eyes.
"Gwen"
He looked at her, confusion crossing his face.
"My name is Gwen."
His confusion left, but was replaced by the look of him battling himself.
"William."
Then in an instant he was gone. She searched with her eyes for him but found nothing. Numbly she walked back into the house, back leaning against the door after closing it. The name she remembered as she closed her eyes.
"William."
***********
Her thoughts were interrupted when she almost ran into the door. Ever since that night she was cautious of where she walked. She went out more often and started to make friends. But she was still stuck on the same paper she had been working on before. Her hand hit the doorknob when she remembered, grabbed the stake that had been given to her off the end table near the door.
Positioned and ready, she swiftly opened the door. No one was there, then she noticed a dripping sound coming from her from step. The stake clattered on the ground as she stood shocked at the sight before her. There was a body at her step, bloody and mangled. Blood was dripping from a cut on his face. She nearly fell trying to kneel next to the body.
What shocked her even more was the familiar scar that cut the eyebrow. It was William. Tearing her eyes from his face she noticed a slip of paper laid carefully on his chest. On it was a name and a phone number she did not recognize. Unknowingly she put her hand on his chest she put her hand against the chest. She jumped as she heard a moan from his lips.
How could he be alive…
She then realized that she hadn't felt a heartbeat, he wasn't alive, but he was. He is a vampire. Fear ripped through her, but was almost relieved as her memory flashed back to that night. After debating with herself she decided to drag him in carefully. Taking the slip of paper she frantically dialed the number on it. It rang for what seemed to be hours and was finally picked up by a groggy voice.
Not caring whether she woke him. She spoke immediately while eyeing the bleeding body on the floor. Waiting for movement.
" Is this Rupert Giles."
***********
The cargo hold was now off limits after a few workers had gone missing. No one was allowed to go near for fear that they might join them.
Following the trail of dead rats it lead between two containers. Like an ominous cave that threatened to swallow anyone who dared near its opening. Complete darkness surrounded its occupant. Nothing. Nothing could be seen except two burning rings.
It could feel the boat stop, rousing it from its slumber after taking the few stupid workers who tried to locate there comrades. Food was limited on a ship this size. What could you expect on a cargo ship coming from England. So it had to make sure that it only took enough workers to make it clear that this spot was dangerous.
The ship was right on time, and considering the place and information he had left the vampire, everyone involved should be warned by now. Hopefully things shouldn't take as long now. As it stood and swiftly made its way to the shore, one word could be heard issued into the wind from its lips.
"Sunnydale"