Buffy the Hostage.
Author: Blaze
E-mail: [Cordy2k@aol.com]
Website: www.blazessite.homestead.com
Thank you to every one who reviewed, you were all really kind! After popular demand here's part 2…
Part Two
Three soldiers stood armed with guns facing a row of children varying in age from 8 to 16 in appearance. There were five males and five female not one of them knowing what there were their for.
Each was taken from their home in the middle of the night, under the cover of darkness. Taken from their beds kicking and screaming, then thrown in to a dark room where they were told to dress in the clothes provided white in colour. It made them look innocent and more child-like then they were. Chosen because of their family back grounds or lack there of.
Most of the girls were crying or calling out for their parents, while the boys were trying to be strong but you could see their lips trembling.
A T.V screen was lowered in front of them and the screen came to life showing an aging man dressing in a power suit.
"Welcome, You are the chosen ten." He addressed the children. "You will save us from extinction. You a serving as a gift to settle the treaty," He paused, he was acting uninvolved and uncaring but his eyes showed sadness. "You should be proud because you are saving you country," The man finished his speech as short as it was it had the desired effect, the boys stood attention at the sight of their president talking to them and the girls stopped crying.
One girl wasn't impressed; the oldest of them all with long sweeping blonde hair touching her lower back. Her eyes showed distrust, she knew everything about vampires. Since they had been at war she had made it her business to learn all she could.
The three soldiers moved from their position and ordered the children to walk forward and out of the room into the waiting van in front of the building.
The door slammed shut behind them and the van shot off at top speed down the motor way to the barrier between then dead and living.
The van contained no windows leaving the children in pitch black and scared.
The journey took two hours, and the van rolled to a stop. The van doors were opened and a tall bleached blond guy stood there with a sly grin on his face.
"The names Spike and I'll be looking after you kiddies," he announced his face changed distorting his face showing his demon image and reached out grabbing a small girl with red hair, pulling her to him and sniffing her neck.
"No," the girl cried and the blonde reached out grabbing her arm looking the man dead in the eye.
"Leave her alone!" the blonde spoke with a steal tone in her voice.
"Um, a feisty one. The master will love you," he leered at her.
Spike let go of the red head and told then all to get out of the van, leading them all into a room with bars. Girls in one-cell boys in the other cell.
Spike slammed the iron bars shut causing a loud clang to echo though the old building. He leaned against the bars looking at the blonde.
"What's your name love?"
"My name is Buffy," she answered calmly.
He smiled and pushed off from the bars with his palms and walked backward never losing eye contact with her.
to be continued.
Author: Blaze
E-mail: [Cordy2k@aol.com]
Website: www.blazessite.homestead.com
Thank you to every one who reviewed, you were all really kind! After popular demand here's part 2…
Part Two
Three soldiers stood armed with guns facing a row of children varying in age from 8 to 16 in appearance. There were five males and five female not one of them knowing what there were their for.
Each was taken from their home in the middle of the night, under the cover of darkness. Taken from their beds kicking and screaming, then thrown in to a dark room where they were told to dress in the clothes provided white in colour. It made them look innocent and more child-like then they were. Chosen because of their family back grounds or lack there of.
Most of the girls were crying or calling out for their parents, while the boys were trying to be strong but you could see their lips trembling.
A T.V screen was lowered in front of them and the screen came to life showing an aging man dressing in a power suit.
"Welcome, You are the chosen ten." He addressed the children. "You will save us from extinction. You a serving as a gift to settle the treaty," He paused, he was acting uninvolved and uncaring but his eyes showed sadness. "You should be proud because you are saving you country," The man finished his speech as short as it was it had the desired effect, the boys stood attention at the sight of their president talking to them and the girls stopped crying.
One girl wasn't impressed; the oldest of them all with long sweeping blonde hair touching her lower back. Her eyes showed distrust, she knew everything about vampires. Since they had been at war she had made it her business to learn all she could.
The three soldiers moved from their position and ordered the children to walk forward and out of the room into the waiting van in front of the building.
The door slammed shut behind them and the van shot off at top speed down the motor way to the barrier between then dead and living.
The van contained no windows leaving the children in pitch black and scared.
The journey took two hours, and the van rolled to a stop. The van doors were opened and a tall bleached blond guy stood there with a sly grin on his face.
"The names Spike and I'll be looking after you kiddies," he announced his face changed distorting his face showing his demon image and reached out grabbing a small girl with red hair, pulling her to him and sniffing her neck.
"No," the girl cried and the blonde reached out grabbing her arm looking the man dead in the eye.
"Leave her alone!" the blonde spoke with a steal tone in her voice.
"Um, a feisty one. The master will love you," he leered at her.
Spike let go of the red head and told then all to get out of the van, leading them all into a room with bars. Girls in one-cell boys in the other cell.
Spike slammed the iron bars shut causing a loud clang to echo though the old building. He leaned against the bars looking at the blonde.
"What's your name love?"
"My name is Buffy," she answered calmly.
He smiled and pushed off from the bars with his palms and walked backward never losing eye contact with her.
to be continued.