(This Chapter is going to be a flash back that will hopefully explain the
story a little better. This is going to be a very graphic chapter and I
don't suggest that anyone read it that has a problem with violence. This
is not a chapter that is necessary for the story so no one should feel
obligated to read it for the sake of understanding the rest of the story.
Thank you for reading my story thus far and I hope you enjoy.)
Chapter 3
The vulnerable and very human Buffy was in the room that she'd been brought to. It was very dimly lit and she could tell this through her wet blindfold that pressed against her skin, giving her chills. The sounds of dripping water hitting the ground around her sounded like drums in her ears. Her heart was beating a mile a minute because she had never made such a mistake like this.
She would have kicked herself if she weren't tied down to the chair that she was placed in a few hours before. At least she thought she had only been there for hours. She was obviously drugged because her head was full of clouds and every one of her senses was amplified.
She could hear the voices coming from all around her. She counted nine distinct voices of the vampires that had captured her and she knew what they were talking about. Their words scared her as they began to discuss how to go about torturing her. From what they were saying she knew that they weren't amateurs at the whole torture game and that made her almost want to cry out.
The darkness started to grab hold of her and she began to slip away. She tried to fight the on coming black out but it was no use and in only a minute or less she was out again.
When she came to again her entire body was lit up with pain. Her blindfold was now off and she could clearly make out her surroundings. She was in an abandoned warehouse that seemed very unsafe to be in. Three vampires stood around her with big smiles on their demonic faces. She finally got herself to look down at her body to see what was cause the unbelievable pain.
Stitches covered her naked body. There were stitches on each of her calves, both inner thighs, one long one going horizontally across her stomach, and one on each breast. Under each of the stitches there was a mound where it looked like something had been placed under her skin. It gave a new meaning to the word pain when she tried to move which is why they probably untied her. She wasn't going anywhere.
She noticed that there was a deep incisions on each of her shoulders and another set on each of her biceps. The closest of three vampires stepped closer to her with something in each hand.
"What are you doing to me?" She said in an almost unrecognizable voice.
His grin grew wider because he was more than happy to let her in on his own little torture method. He held out each hand and showed that in one there was two white packets that looked much like sugar that you'd find in a restaurant only they seemed thicker. In the other hand he held a handful of broken and jagged glass. Buffy could only imagine what she had in store for her.
"I'll explain the packets first. These are my finest invention", He said in a very proud tone. "This is a mixture of salt and alcohol surrounded by a dissolvable shell. It takes up to three weeks to dissolve and let out the mixture after it has been introduced to a liquid. That gives your wounds just enough time to heal up and the stitches to come out. Sounds painful huh?" He chuckled.
"The glass is less inventive but still painful. I pack your other wounds with the broken shards of glass and stitch you up so that every little movement that you make will feel a little bit like hell." He let out another chuckle.
Before she knew what happened she blacked out again.
She suddenly woke up because she rolled around in her sleep a lot. The pain all through her body pulled her out of her deep sleep and she could see that the four open wounds that had been on her arms were now stitched up as well.
She blacked out once again. While she was a sleep she dreamt of being in high school again. She walked with Willow and Xander down the halls of their old second home as they talked about stupid high school stuff, stuff that she had never seen for the beautiful thing that it was.
She woke up from that dream screaming and covered in a cold and bitter sweat. The packets were open and she could feel the salt pouring into her system. It was a pain like she had never felt before. Buffy fought through the pain of the glass and began to claw at her skin where the pain was coming from. This was a futile attempt.
"Oh God!" She cried out in pain as all of the vampires stared at her and laughed.
"Look at the slayer now!"
"Does that hurt?"
"Take that you bitch!"
Their yells and taunts feel upon deft ears. All she could concern herself with was the unbelievable pain that was surging throughout her entire body. Tears started to fall, her mouth went dry, and she began to make a few little whelping noises like a dog that was being put down.
"Do it now.... She'll fall for it now." One of the vampires said. Another of the vampires stood up from his front row seat of a slayer at her weakest moment. He walked over to her and, without hesitation, sank his white fangs deep into the skin of her neck. He took a few massive gulps as he took his fingernail and cut his own wrist.
He pulled his mouth away from her neck and put his now bleeding wrist to her face. She turned her head away and refused to drink from him. She didn't want to be sired and she knew exactly what was going on.
"If you drink from me all of this pain will go away. We can keep you here for months and repeat this same procedure again and again. Drink." He said.
"Drink", another said.
"Drink, Drink, Drink, Drink", they all began to chant.
Before she even knew what was going on she caught herself with her mouth on his open wound. She didn't know how it had all happened but it was obvious that she'd made a horrible mistake. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and closed. They wouldn't open again as a human
Chapter 3
The vulnerable and very human Buffy was in the room that she'd been brought to. It was very dimly lit and she could tell this through her wet blindfold that pressed against her skin, giving her chills. The sounds of dripping water hitting the ground around her sounded like drums in her ears. Her heart was beating a mile a minute because she had never made such a mistake like this.
She would have kicked herself if she weren't tied down to the chair that she was placed in a few hours before. At least she thought she had only been there for hours. She was obviously drugged because her head was full of clouds and every one of her senses was amplified.
She could hear the voices coming from all around her. She counted nine distinct voices of the vampires that had captured her and she knew what they were talking about. Their words scared her as they began to discuss how to go about torturing her. From what they were saying she knew that they weren't amateurs at the whole torture game and that made her almost want to cry out.
The darkness started to grab hold of her and she began to slip away. She tried to fight the on coming black out but it was no use and in only a minute or less she was out again.
When she came to again her entire body was lit up with pain. Her blindfold was now off and she could clearly make out her surroundings. She was in an abandoned warehouse that seemed very unsafe to be in. Three vampires stood around her with big smiles on their demonic faces. She finally got herself to look down at her body to see what was cause the unbelievable pain.
Stitches covered her naked body. There were stitches on each of her calves, both inner thighs, one long one going horizontally across her stomach, and one on each breast. Under each of the stitches there was a mound where it looked like something had been placed under her skin. It gave a new meaning to the word pain when she tried to move which is why they probably untied her. She wasn't going anywhere.
She noticed that there was a deep incisions on each of her shoulders and another set on each of her biceps. The closest of three vampires stepped closer to her with something in each hand.
"What are you doing to me?" She said in an almost unrecognizable voice.
His grin grew wider because he was more than happy to let her in on his own little torture method. He held out each hand and showed that in one there was two white packets that looked much like sugar that you'd find in a restaurant only they seemed thicker. In the other hand he held a handful of broken and jagged glass. Buffy could only imagine what she had in store for her.
"I'll explain the packets first. These are my finest invention", He said in a very proud tone. "This is a mixture of salt and alcohol surrounded by a dissolvable shell. It takes up to three weeks to dissolve and let out the mixture after it has been introduced to a liquid. That gives your wounds just enough time to heal up and the stitches to come out. Sounds painful huh?" He chuckled.
"The glass is less inventive but still painful. I pack your other wounds with the broken shards of glass and stitch you up so that every little movement that you make will feel a little bit like hell." He let out another chuckle.
Before she knew what happened she blacked out again.
She suddenly woke up because she rolled around in her sleep a lot. The pain all through her body pulled her out of her deep sleep and she could see that the four open wounds that had been on her arms were now stitched up as well.
She blacked out once again. While she was a sleep she dreamt of being in high school again. She walked with Willow and Xander down the halls of their old second home as they talked about stupid high school stuff, stuff that she had never seen for the beautiful thing that it was.
She woke up from that dream screaming and covered in a cold and bitter sweat. The packets were open and she could feel the salt pouring into her system. It was a pain like she had never felt before. Buffy fought through the pain of the glass and began to claw at her skin where the pain was coming from. This was a futile attempt.
"Oh God!" She cried out in pain as all of the vampires stared at her and laughed.
"Look at the slayer now!"
"Does that hurt?"
"Take that you bitch!"
Their yells and taunts feel upon deft ears. All she could concern herself with was the unbelievable pain that was surging throughout her entire body. Tears started to fall, her mouth went dry, and she began to make a few little whelping noises like a dog that was being put down.
"Do it now.... She'll fall for it now." One of the vampires said. Another of the vampires stood up from his front row seat of a slayer at her weakest moment. He walked over to her and, without hesitation, sank his white fangs deep into the skin of her neck. He took a few massive gulps as he took his fingernail and cut his own wrist.
He pulled his mouth away from her neck and put his now bleeding wrist to her face. She turned her head away and refused to drink from him. She didn't want to be sired and she knew exactly what was going on.
"If you drink from me all of this pain will go away. We can keep you here for months and repeat this same procedure again and again. Drink." He said.
"Drink", another said.
"Drink, Drink, Drink, Drink", they all began to chant.
Before she even knew what was going on she caught herself with her mouth on his open wound. She didn't know how it had all happened but it was obvious that she'd made a horrible mistake. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and closed. They wouldn't open again as a human
