Chapter 7
Tavers called out to the other man running the house with him.
"Release him now, please. I want to see them run."
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Buffy slowed down as she entered a room at the end of the house that was painted completely black. The room felt tiny, but it was deceiving. It was actually rather large. A small door was at one end of the room, near a corner. It was only about 2 feet tall, and about a foot wide. Frowning, she studied it for a moment, as did Spike.
"What do you make of that, Slayer?"
"I don't know, and I have this strange feeling that I don't want to know." She walked slowly up to it, and tried to open it. As with the windows, it was locked tightly into place. Shrugging, she picked her oil lamp up, and left the room, forgetting about it rather quickly.
They made a quick tour of the main floor, and found one door that must either be a closet, or a staircase, because of the doors flanking either side. It wouldn't open, so they just left it be.
Spike studied Buffy as she walked. The slope of her neck meeting her shoulders, the color her hair burned in the gentle firelight. The way her body moved, the muscles so finally in tune with each other. He took a deep breath, and willed himself to calm down.
Buffy felt his eyes on her, and tried not to freak. It was giving her major wiggins to know he was watching her so closely. Spike and Buffy finally headed back towards the first room they had started in. The fire had died down drastically, leaving a glowing bed of embers.
Buffy glanced around the room, and then sat on the hard Floor. Spike merely watched her for a few moments, before coming to her side and sitting. They were silent, neither wanting to speak to the other, and neither knowing what to say, anyway.
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"He's ready, sir. I'll release him now."
Taver's lips curved into a smile. He knew this would be good.
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The door opened slowly, and in seeped a mist. It floated at first, then became more solid as the door behind him snapped shut. Lips curling into a sneer, he sniffed the air.
Ahhh. The scent of a human. His favorite. This would be fun. He slowly drifted towards the door, the silent stalker eager to terrorize his prey.
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Buffy leaned back against the wall. She was getting tired again, and was thinking of taking a nap soon. Stifling a yawn, Buffy closed her eyes. To rest them, she assured herself.
Spike glanced over, and saw how tired Buffy was. He went over and stoked the fire, and soon heard her deep even breathing. Good, he thought, she was asleep. She needed it badly.
He prowled around the room, stopping every once in a while to sniff the air. He had to make certain he would notice if anything else was released into the dark house of horror, as they had dubbed it.
All was well, though. Nothing he could sense. Spike sat down next to Buffy, and gently, and slowly, prodded her to lie against him. Soon, her head was resting against his shoulder, and he had an around her shoulders. A smile graced his lips as he too closed his eyes.
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He drifted closer, listening to the sound of deep breathing, and the blood pulsing through the veins. Nothing else, though he knew another was with her. A vampire, he figured.
The mist drifted closer, until it was hanging towards the back of the barely lit room, watching them, and waiting. He looked on, until it would be time. He could smell their contentment, and it sickened him to his core. Before long, they would be done, and his job would be complete.
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Tavers laughed as he watched the screen. His stalker could be anywhere, and no one would know. Tavers couldn't see him, because he gave off no signature, either cold or hot. He was nothing, but he was everything.
Tavers maniacal laugh filled the air.
***Sorry it's so short. There's more to come later. I promise! Thanks for all the feedback, as well, I appreciate it! :)
Tavers called out to the other man running the house with him.
"Release him now, please. I want to see them run."
*************************************
Buffy slowed down as she entered a room at the end of the house that was painted completely black. The room felt tiny, but it was deceiving. It was actually rather large. A small door was at one end of the room, near a corner. It was only about 2 feet tall, and about a foot wide. Frowning, she studied it for a moment, as did Spike.
"What do you make of that, Slayer?"
"I don't know, and I have this strange feeling that I don't want to know." She walked slowly up to it, and tried to open it. As with the windows, it was locked tightly into place. Shrugging, she picked her oil lamp up, and left the room, forgetting about it rather quickly.
They made a quick tour of the main floor, and found one door that must either be a closet, or a staircase, because of the doors flanking either side. It wouldn't open, so they just left it be.
Spike studied Buffy as she walked. The slope of her neck meeting her shoulders, the color her hair burned in the gentle firelight. The way her body moved, the muscles so finally in tune with each other. He took a deep breath, and willed himself to calm down.
Buffy felt his eyes on her, and tried not to freak. It was giving her major wiggins to know he was watching her so closely. Spike and Buffy finally headed back towards the first room they had started in. The fire had died down drastically, leaving a glowing bed of embers.
Buffy glanced around the room, and then sat on the hard Floor. Spike merely watched her for a few moments, before coming to her side and sitting. They were silent, neither wanting to speak to the other, and neither knowing what to say, anyway.
*************************************
"He's ready, sir. I'll release him now."
Taver's lips curved into a smile. He knew this would be good.
*************************************
The door opened slowly, and in seeped a mist. It floated at first, then became more solid as the door behind him snapped shut. Lips curling into a sneer, he sniffed the air.
Ahhh. The scent of a human. His favorite. This would be fun. He slowly drifted towards the door, the silent stalker eager to terrorize his prey.
*************************************
Buffy leaned back against the wall. She was getting tired again, and was thinking of taking a nap soon. Stifling a yawn, Buffy closed her eyes. To rest them, she assured herself.
Spike glanced over, and saw how tired Buffy was. He went over and stoked the fire, and soon heard her deep even breathing. Good, he thought, she was asleep. She needed it badly.
He prowled around the room, stopping every once in a while to sniff the air. He had to make certain he would notice if anything else was released into the dark house of horror, as they had dubbed it.
All was well, though. Nothing he could sense. Spike sat down next to Buffy, and gently, and slowly, prodded her to lie against him. Soon, her head was resting against his shoulder, and he had an around her shoulders. A smile graced his lips as he too closed his eyes.
*************************************
He drifted closer, listening to the sound of deep breathing, and the blood pulsing through the veins. Nothing else, though he knew another was with her. A vampire, he figured.
The mist drifted closer, until it was hanging towards the back of the barely lit room, watching them, and waiting. He looked on, until it would be time. He could smell their contentment, and it sickened him to his core. Before long, they would be done, and his job would be complete.
*************************************
Tavers laughed as he watched the screen. His stalker could be anywhere, and no one would know. Tavers couldn't see him, because he gave off no signature, either cold or hot. He was nothing, but he was everything.
Tavers maniacal laugh filled the air.
***Sorry it's so short. There's more to come later. I promise! Thanks for all the feedback, as well, I appreciate it! :)