Okay, Heres the basic plot for the story. Its AU and Its a horror story,
so dont expect everybody to make it out alive.
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy or any of its characters. I do,
however, own this storyline.
ENJOI!
Blood is an Obsession
Winifred Burkle sat in her office, her fingers pittering against the keys on her
computer keyboard. The office was dark and it was just after midnight. She was
working late on a case for Angel. Angel was a lawyer, a powerful lawyer in the
judiciary system. It was amazing how much he had accomplished because he was only
twenty-eight years old. Winifred always kind of had a crush on him. He was tall,
dark, and annoyingly gorgeous. Too much to be interested in a girl like her.
Besides, she couldn't be involved with her boss. That would be...wrong.
As a secretary, she was used to working late in the office. Not neccasarily
because she had to, more so because she was dedicated to her work. She too was
studying to be a lawyer and got this job as a post-Harvard internship sort of
thing. There were few ways to get your foot in the door, and interning for one
of the most powerful lawyers in the country was definately one of them.
After her computer filing was done, Fred (that's what she liked to be called,
Winifred sounded too much like a grandmother) pulled her raven hair pack with
a white scrunchie and reached for her keys.It was just after one o'clock
in the morning and she had an early start the next morning. She figured now
would be an appropriate time to lock up the office. Just then she heard rumbling
in the alley just outside of the office. It was probably nothing, just a cat or
something, but it never hurt to check.
She went over to the back door and reached slowly for the knob. When she opened the
door, she couldnt see anything. It was pitch black. She stepped out further into
the alley. Nothing there.
"Oh hell." She shook her head, then went back inside.
When she got back inside, she went back over to her desk to retreive her keys.
She felt around for them, but they weren't there.
"I could've sworn I put them...." She said, getting on her knees and looking under
her desk. When she was unsuccessful at finding them, she put her hands on
her hips and stood up.
Just then, a sharp pain went jutting through her back. She felt as the red hot
pain shot all down her spine like a plague. Blood came flowing down her back not
more then a second later. Someone had stabbed her. She gasped for air and she felt
herself hit the ground. The intruder had thrown her. She couldn't see at all,
and tears flowed down her face like water from a hose. She didn't know what to do,
but she heard footsteps. Her attacker was coming toward her!
Frantic, Fred scrambled to her feet and ran through the door on her right. It led
right through the lobby and to the front door. Every step she took, she could hear
two more behind her. He was gaining on her, and all she could think about was finding
a way out. She ran through the lobby and up to the glass doors in the front.
"Oh shit!" She cried. The doors were locked, and without the key, she had now way out.
Fearing for her life, Fred ran up the stairs that led to Angel's main office. She slammed the
door shut and locked it, hoping that it was dark enough in there that her attacker couldn't
see her through the window. She wimpered and curled into a fetal position on the floor in the
corner of the office, wincing of both pain and fear. Her heart pounded so fast that she was
afraid it might explode. And then, she heard it.
She raised her head slightly above the desk to see what was going on. It was a jingling sound.
She could see the killer now. He was dressed completely in black. A trenchcoat and a hood over
his head to hide his identity. He was shaking the keys through the window, as if to taunt her
into coming out to get them. She wasnt sure whether he had seen her or not, so she went nack
down into the corner and tried to hide her sobs.
Then, to her horror, the window smashed open. The killer was reaching his arm in to unlock
the door! Fred couldn't think. That was the only way out and the killer stood in the way.
Frantic, she grabbed a heavy metal briefcase off of the desk and ran for him. She slammed
it over his head, and jumped over him when he fell down. She ran back down the stairs and
to the backdoor. It was locked too, but this time, she through all her bodyweight into it,
forcing it open after the third time. She ran out into the alley and to the barbed wire fence.
If she could climb over it, she would be homefree! She began her climb, desperately trying to
get over the fence. She did it! She finally reached the top!
...But then, someone grabbed her lag and yanked her back down. It was the killer. Fred looked
up and began to cry hysterically.
"Please..." She pleaded. Looking up, the killer cut off a piece of barbed wire with his machete
and wrapped it around her neck. By this time, she had given up, but she got one peek at the killer
before she died.
"....you...." She said, but then her voice began to gurgle as the killer pulled tighter around the
wire. He yanked and pulled until it finally cut off her head.
The killer smiled and stood up, draping her lifeless body over his shoulders. Tonight was a success,
tommorrow would be a victory...
A/N: Yes, I killed her!!! And more charries will die. I plan on this being a really shocking story with many
twists and turns all the way 'til the end. I hope youve liked it so far!
so dont expect everybody to make it out alive.
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy or any of its characters. I do,
however, own this storyline.
ENJOI!
Blood is an Obsession
Winifred Burkle sat in her office, her fingers pittering against the keys on her
computer keyboard. The office was dark and it was just after midnight. She was
working late on a case for Angel. Angel was a lawyer, a powerful lawyer in the
judiciary system. It was amazing how much he had accomplished because he was only
twenty-eight years old. Winifred always kind of had a crush on him. He was tall,
dark, and annoyingly gorgeous. Too much to be interested in a girl like her.
Besides, she couldn't be involved with her boss. That would be...wrong.
As a secretary, she was used to working late in the office. Not neccasarily
because she had to, more so because she was dedicated to her work. She too was
studying to be a lawyer and got this job as a post-Harvard internship sort of
thing. There were few ways to get your foot in the door, and interning for one
of the most powerful lawyers in the country was definately one of them.
After her computer filing was done, Fred (that's what she liked to be called,
Winifred sounded too much like a grandmother) pulled her raven hair pack with
a white scrunchie and reached for her keys.It was just after one o'clock
in the morning and she had an early start the next morning. She figured now
would be an appropriate time to lock up the office. Just then she heard rumbling
in the alley just outside of the office. It was probably nothing, just a cat or
something, but it never hurt to check.
She went over to the back door and reached slowly for the knob. When she opened the
door, she couldnt see anything. It was pitch black. She stepped out further into
the alley. Nothing there.
"Oh hell." She shook her head, then went back inside.
When she got back inside, she went back over to her desk to retreive her keys.
She felt around for them, but they weren't there.
"I could've sworn I put them...." She said, getting on her knees and looking under
her desk. When she was unsuccessful at finding them, she put her hands on
her hips and stood up.
Just then, a sharp pain went jutting through her back. She felt as the red hot
pain shot all down her spine like a plague. Blood came flowing down her back not
more then a second later. Someone had stabbed her. She gasped for air and she felt
herself hit the ground. The intruder had thrown her. She couldn't see at all,
and tears flowed down her face like water from a hose. She didn't know what to do,
but she heard footsteps. Her attacker was coming toward her!
Frantic, Fred scrambled to her feet and ran through the door on her right. It led
right through the lobby and to the front door. Every step she took, she could hear
two more behind her. He was gaining on her, and all she could think about was finding
a way out. She ran through the lobby and up to the glass doors in the front.
"Oh shit!" She cried. The doors were locked, and without the key, she had now way out.
Fearing for her life, Fred ran up the stairs that led to Angel's main office. She slammed the
door shut and locked it, hoping that it was dark enough in there that her attacker couldn't
see her through the window. She wimpered and curled into a fetal position on the floor in the
corner of the office, wincing of both pain and fear. Her heart pounded so fast that she was
afraid it might explode. And then, she heard it.
She raised her head slightly above the desk to see what was going on. It was a jingling sound.
She could see the killer now. He was dressed completely in black. A trenchcoat and a hood over
his head to hide his identity. He was shaking the keys through the window, as if to taunt her
into coming out to get them. She wasnt sure whether he had seen her or not, so she went nack
down into the corner and tried to hide her sobs.
Then, to her horror, the window smashed open. The killer was reaching his arm in to unlock
the door! Fred couldn't think. That was the only way out and the killer stood in the way.
Frantic, she grabbed a heavy metal briefcase off of the desk and ran for him. She slammed
it over his head, and jumped over him when he fell down. She ran back down the stairs and
to the backdoor. It was locked too, but this time, she through all her bodyweight into it,
forcing it open after the third time. She ran out into the alley and to the barbed wire fence.
If she could climb over it, she would be homefree! She began her climb, desperately trying to
get over the fence. She did it! She finally reached the top!
...But then, someone grabbed her lag and yanked her back down. It was the killer. Fred looked
up and began to cry hysterically.
"Please..." She pleaded. Looking up, the killer cut off a piece of barbed wire with his machete
and wrapped it around her neck. By this time, she had given up, but she got one peek at the killer
before she died.
"....you...." She said, but then her voice began to gurgle as the killer pulled tighter around the
wire. He yanked and pulled until it finally cut off her head.
The killer smiled and stood up, draping her lifeless body over his shoulders. Tonight was a success,
tommorrow would be a victory...
A/N: Yes, I killed her!!! And more charries will die. I plan on this being a really shocking story with many
twists and turns all the way 'til the end. I hope youve liked it so far!