Title: Burning Home
Rating: 18, scences of extreme violence.
Setting: Early season 3
Disclaimer: If you know it, I don't own it etc etc etc.
Disclaimer 2: Had this idea a while ago but found it hard to write.
Got sick of kicking it around so thought I would finish it off.
Tried a few things with it so all feedback, good and bad would be
greatly appreciated.
Burning Home
Again he raised his arm to strike in self defence. Tired and hungry,
he knew he could not hold them off much longer. They were too
multiple and too strong and too few of his erstwhile colleagues
could deny the pains of hunger to assist. Over his shoulder, Angel
saw that six other vampires had abandoned the fight to feed on the
man they had trapped. Angel turned and ran. He used his momentum to
burst through the other feeding vampires and sank his fangs deep
into the victim. The man screamed loud with an intoxication of pain
and slumped unconscious against Angel. So consumed was he with
sucking the hot, sticky goodness from the man, Angel didn't even
notice. Nor did he notice the shrieks of the vampires around him as
they were devoured live. He did however feel as a Maglon ripped at
his back as it flew by.
The unconscious man forgotten, Angel turned. Blood lust had cost the
vampires many of their band, the Maglon picking them off easily as
they concentrated on their hunger. Now all that were left to face
the thirty or so ravenously hungry Maglon were Angel and four
others. Despite their winged advantages and greater strength the
Maglon could not survive a frontal attack on the vampires so the
blood thirsters backed against the wall standing on their prostrate,
drained but still alive victim and stared out at the winged, taloned
demons. The Maglon stared back, hungry frustration evident on their
faces. Angel smiled an ironic smile. They would survive as long as
they remained conscious. Angel wondered if the blood from the man he
was standing on would sustain him long enough. How long ago had the
Maglon fed? That a pack this size would search for a large band of
vampires to feed on could mean it had been a while.
One of the weaker vampires swayed before regaining his balance but
another immediately tossed him out to the frenzied pack. No chink in
the defensive line could be tolerated if any of them were to
survive. Time went slowly. A bright flash followed by the dull roar
of thunder broke the monotony of the vigil.
The Maglon turned as one, swept their magnificent wings and fled
skywards in panic. Angel ran too, careful though to hug the rock
face and the little protection that it provided from the rain that
was threatening to fall. Here you never went too far from shelter
and Angel found the cave in time. Still, he wasn't quick enough and
he could feel his skin burning where a few drops of precipitation
had hit him.
Angel looked out on the desolate plains. The red dusty rock
stretched out in front and around the horizon switched into the pale
red sky that only the few black rain clouds punctured. The picture
was framed by the sheer, rock faces that rose like towering
monuments and gave the scene an intimidating claustrophobia. The
rain began to fall with greater intensity.
Out in the open one of the vampires had found his crushing hunger
too great to ignore and still knelt by the human victim intent on
sucking the remaining life from the man. At first the almost
narcotic effect of the blood shielded the vampire from the pain that
indicated his fate but Angel knew it wouldn't last. The rain
continued to fall the hungry scavenger at last felt the rain
scalding his body. He looked up with open eyed, open mouthed,
surprise at the deadly rain falling. The vampire screamed deeply as
the rain consumed both him and his victim. Angel did not turn away.
Expressionless he continued to stare out aimlessly at the grim scene
but his mind was already focused on where his next meal would come
from.
Angel was biting hard into the neck of the girl. She was still
muttering her pleadings but that was by now a mere reflex as the
shock and pain had taken over. He did not hear the movement behind
him. The lead Hallard demon hit him hard. Taken completely by
surprise Angel crashed into the wall of the cave with force and fell
to the ground. Taking a few moments, he surveyed the situation from
the cave floor. Another Hallard demon had entered the cave, grabbed
the food and was making for the exit. The first approached the
prostrate vampire obviously deciding that he was also good enough to
eat.
Angel was too hungry and had tracked his victim too long to allow
her to disappear. With fury and vampiric strength and speed he
launched himself at the attacking demon, knocking it down. He
grabbed at the girl the other Hallard demon was dragging away. The
demon pulled back. The arm of the girl came away in his hand but
Angel had no time to concern himself with the dripping blood.
Using the arm as a weapon he clubbed the adversary now rising from
the floor. Twice, three times, with violent abandon, Angel smashed
at the demon with the arm. And then he collided with the far wall.
Everything went black and buzzed for a few seconds. Angel was
finding it hard to focus but he could make out more Hallard shaped
bodies entering the chamber. One had picked up the arm of the girl
and was approaching Angel with an athletic purpose that did not bode
well for the vampire.
Angel could hear the dying screams of the girl as the intense pain
bit through her nausea, the demons ripping muscle from bone with
their teeth and claws. The arm was brought down forcibly on Angel.
Strange, Angel mused, that her flesh on his flesh made a sharp crack
not the thud he had expected. Angel recognised the pleasant drift to
unconscious bliss. Crack, again. Closer. Something however, refused
to dim in him. Something was still burning brightly and refused to
allow him to surrender, here, like this. These Hallard would not
have an easy course with him. Even the repeated thumping of the club
on his head could not diminish the flame that told him for something
he was better than this fate at least now.
With new found energy the souled vampire scrambled to all fours and
launched himself towards the opening. Surprise at his endurance
prevented the demons from allowing their food to escape. Out into
the open, Angel collapsed on the ground with a fall that drained the
last of his energy and his spirit. It was raining.
Tired, hungry and broken, Angel could feel the rain burn through his
clothes. In moments it would be his skin but he didn't care. Here he
would die. Here on these evil plains, in this evil land far away
from somewhere he had left his heart but he could no longer
remember. This was the end.
There was a crack of thunder. Angel hit the stone floor hard. Death
was strange. It had a cold stone floor and the warm pleasant smell
of soft, water rain, cut grass and warm, fresh mammal blood. Warm,
fresh mammal blood! Angel struggled to his feet unsteady with
desire, his mind clear of all things except the scent of warm blood.
He staggered but moved forward. He ran, out the door of the mansion
and into the warm Sunnydale Autumn.
Rating: 18, scences of extreme violence.
Setting: Early season 3
Disclaimer: If you know it, I don't own it etc etc etc.
Disclaimer 2: Had this idea a while ago but found it hard to write.
Got sick of kicking it around so thought I would finish it off.
Tried a few things with it so all feedback, good and bad would be
greatly appreciated.
Burning Home
Again he raised his arm to strike in self defence. Tired and hungry,
he knew he could not hold them off much longer. They were too
multiple and too strong and too few of his erstwhile colleagues
could deny the pains of hunger to assist. Over his shoulder, Angel
saw that six other vampires had abandoned the fight to feed on the
man they had trapped. Angel turned and ran. He used his momentum to
burst through the other feeding vampires and sank his fangs deep
into the victim. The man screamed loud with an intoxication of pain
and slumped unconscious against Angel. So consumed was he with
sucking the hot, sticky goodness from the man, Angel didn't even
notice. Nor did he notice the shrieks of the vampires around him as
they were devoured live. He did however feel as a Maglon ripped at
his back as it flew by.
The unconscious man forgotten, Angel turned. Blood lust had cost the
vampires many of their band, the Maglon picking them off easily as
they concentrated on their hunger. Now all that were left to face
the thirty or so ravenously hungry Maglon were Angel and four
others. Despite their winged advantages and greater strength the
Maglon could not survive a frontal attack on the vampires so the
blood thirsters backed against the wall standing on their prostrate,
drained but still alive victim and stared out at the winged, taloned
demons. The Maglon stared back, hungry frustration evident on their
faces. Angel smiled an ironic smile. They would survive as long as
they remained conscious. Angel wondered if the blood from the man he
was standing on would sustain him long enough. How long ago had the
Maglon fed? That a pack this size would search for a large band of
vampires to feed on could mean it had been a while.
One of the weaker vampires swayed before regaining his balance but
another immediately tossed him out to the frenzied pack. No chink in
the defensive line could be tolerated if any of them were to
survive. Time went slowly. A bright flash followed by the dull roar
of thunder broke the monotony of the vigil.
The Maglon turned as one, swept their magnificent wings and fled
skywards in panic. Angel ran too, careful though to hug the rock
face and the little protection that it provided from the rain that
was threatening to fall. Here you never went too far from shelter
and Angel found the cave in time. Still, he wasn't quick enough and
he could feel his skin burning where a few drops of precipitation
had hit him.
Angel looked out on the desolate plains. The red dusty rock
stretched out in front and around the horizon switched into the pale
red sky that only the few black rain clouds punctured. The picture
was framed by the sheer, rock faces that rose like towering
monuments and gave the scene an intimidating claustrophobia. The
rain began to fall with greater intensity.
Out in the open one of the vampires had found his crushing hunger
too great to ignore and still knelt by the human victim intent on
sucking the remaining life from the man. At first the almost
narcotic effect of the blood shielded the vampire from the pain that
indicated his fate but Angel knew it wouldn't last. The rain
continued to fall the hungry scavenger at last felt the rain
scalding his body. He looked up with open eyed, open mouthed,
surprise at the deadly rain falling. The vampire screamed deeply as
the rain consumed both him and his victim. Angel did not turn away.
Expressionless he continued to stare out aimlessly at the grim scene
but his mind was already focused on where his next meal would come
from.
Angel was biting hard into the neck of the girl. She was still
muttering her pleadings but that was by now a mere reflex as the
shock and pain had taken over. He did not hear the movement behind
him. The lead Hallard demon hit him hard. Taken completely by
surprise Angel crashed into the wall of the cave with force and fell
to the ground. Taking a few moments, he surveyed the situation from
the cave floor. Another Hallard demon had entered the cave, grabbed
the food and was making for the exit. The first approached the
prostrate vampire obviously deciding that he was also good enough to
eat.
Angel was too hungry and had tracked his victim too long to allow
her to disappear. With fury and vampiric strength and speed he
launched himself at the attacking demon, knocking it down. He
grabbed at the girl the other Hallard demon was dragging away. The
demon pulled back. The arm of the girl came away in his hand but
Angel had no time to concern himself with the dripping blood.
Using the arm as a weapon he clubbed the adversary now rising from
the floor. Twice, three times, with violent abandon, Angel smashed
at the demon with the arm. And then he collided with the far wall.
Everything went black and buzzed for a few seconds. Angel was
finding it hard to focus but he could make out more Hallard shaped
bodies entering the chamber. One had picked up the arm of the girl
and was approaching Angel with an athletic purpose that did not bode
well for the vampire.
Angel could hear the dying screams of the girl as the intense pain
bit through her nausea, the demons ripping muscle from bone with
their teeth and claws. The arm was brought down forcibly on Angel.
Strange, Angel mused, that her flesh on his flesh made a sharp crack
not the thud he had expected. Angel recognised the pleasant drift to
unconscious bliss. Crack, again. Closer. Something however, refused
to dim in him. Something was still burning brightly and refused to
allow him to surrender, here, like this. These Hallard would not
have an easy course with him. Even the repeated thumping of the club
on his head could not diminish the flame that told him for something
he was better than this fate at least now.
With new found energy the souled vampire scrambled to all fours and
launched himself towards the opening. Surprise at his endurance
prevented the demons from allowing their food to escape. Out into
the open, Angel collapsed on the ground with a fall that drained the
last of his energy and his spirit. It was raining.
Tired, hungry and broken, Angel could feel the rain burn through his
clothes. In moments it would be his skin but he didn't care. Here he
would die. Here on these evil plains, in this evil land far away
from somewhere he had left his heart but he could no longer
remember. This was the end.
There was a crack of thunder. Angel hit the stone floor hard. Death
was strange. It had a cold stone floor and the warm pleasant smell
of soft, water rain, cut grass and warm, fresh mammal blood. Warm,
fresh mammal blood! Angel struggled to his feet unsteady with
desire, his mind clear of all things except the scent of warm blood.
He staggered but moved forward. He ran, out the door of the mansion
and into the warm Sunnydale Autumn.