Authors note: Ok, no I haven't finished other fics but tough I felt like a new approach. Now this is gonna b a weird one, don't ask im in one of them moods. PLEASE read and review coz I wont continue unless u do!!! I like constructive criticism if u got any but just don't flame me!!!
Description: Umm not from any season, I suppose its just a different view of things about how Buffys life would be different if all this had happened first... Just read it and find out!!!
Disclaimer: Its all thanks to the Joss for this. None of mine. Sigh.
Here goes...
Chap 1
Wishing.
Wanting.
Knowing.
Have you ever once wandered what that shadow was that used to follow you up to your own front door but never quiet got close enough to reach out to you? Have you ever, sat at home and felt something watching from outside and instinct told you not to step into the darkness outside?
I shall tell you a tale, a tale about love and passion, horror and truth and dare I say it, Demons and monsters of the night, nightmares that crawl upon this earth, hunting, killing, maiming.... What I am about to tell you is true, for what I speak of is entirely fact and I shall tell it as plainly and honestly as I can.
We start our tale in England in the 1800's, where our young subject William is found seated at a table madly scribbling on a scrap piece of parchment, his quill scraping against the worn paper like nails to a blackboard.
His head is bowed, curly dark hair curls around his face, glasses lay on the table, discarded from use and as he looks up for one brief moment, bright blue eyes light up as more inspiration enters the young lads mind.
"William." I call softly to him, and he looks up, pausing from his writing.
I smile at him and remember how I was just after it had happened.
I remember it like it was yesterday.
The exciting race of fresh blood through my veins, the heightened senses which caused the slightest sound to be investigated and more than anything, the power that drummed through my veins like horses hooves, galloping over hard ground.
Exhilarating.
He looks at me with eager eyes and I smile at what has been created, such power held in our hands to give and take lives however we please, moulding them to our whim.
"Let us hunt" I add, scooping up my long jacket and walking towards the door, waiting for my William to follow, waiting for my hunting companion.
Hitting the streets of London by nightfall and hunting out the weak was one of the many perks of the 'gift' we were given. Each night I would train him, perfect his skills and fine-tune his abilities. I was proud of him, he was the best yet so like me in everyway and yet so young and new and invigorating. Seeing him hunt gave me such pride and a sense of achievement that I never knew a creature of the night could feel.
On this night I let him pick the pray, watching his mind ticking, passing over the lessons I had taught him about selecting pray, about finding the fun in the hunt rather than just looking for food. I scan across the street, my eyes dodging around a horse than blocks my view and I can instantly see the victims I would have picked.
One glance at William and I know he has chosen them too. That's my boy, trained to perfection.
We step out onto the cobbled road and leisurely walk towards the pair in question, a pair of noble ladies both dressed in exquisite evening gowns and plastered in jewellery. I let him take the lead.
"Well hello ladies." He smiles that wide smile and bows, removing his hat from his head.
Both huddle together slightly but smile all the same, casting a glance up to me as I stand next to William, judging his next move.
"Hello young sirs, could you possibly help us with a problem?" One asked, her blonde curls bounced as she moved her head to look at the both of us.
So naive.
"Why certainly, what possible help could such beautiful ladies want on this fine evening?" William drawls and I roll my eyes beside him.
"Well its just the carriage driver has left us here alone as one of the horses fell lame on our journey here and as we had to leave in such a haste there was no chance that a servant could accompany us what with the winters ball being prepared. Would you kind sirs, walk us to the nearest Inn so we can acquire a driver to take us home?"
Why do they trust us?
Stupid fools.
"Why certainly, but what makes you so sure we are trustworthy enough to accompany you?" William asks and I smile, yes he has learnt well.
The silent one smiles at Will and instantly he locks eyes with her, beaming that beautiful smile right back at her. "Why, no harm can come from such gentlemen as you and your friend. Why I simply see it in your eyes that you would mean no harm."
I smile inwardly. Little do they know of the fate that has be fallen them.
We walk onwards, William in front with the blonde, who we have managed to acquire her name as Victoria. I fall instep with the quieter brunette, Molly, and chat in hushed tones of her day and her house and her father.
How boring the noble are.
It is not long before both females are entranced by the two of us, and follow us easily down a shortcut the William knows of to get to the closest inn.
We are half way down the dark alleyway and I feel little molly's heart beat quickening. Not long now my sweet and it will all be over.
With one quick movement she is in my arms and I am drinking from her soft, silky neck, her rosy cheeks draining to a ghastly white. I listen as the heartbeat slows and eventually let her drop to the ground as the thumping slows and the blood ceases to flow.
I look up and meet Williams gaze, he too has taken the girl, casting her aside like a doll. He smiles his toothy smile and a single drop of blood falls from his fang and dribbles down his cheek. My boy, oh how he has grown.
And so it was each night, that we would leave the house as night fell and hunt side by side, like brothers, taking as we please.
Such a brother was he. I loved him you know, with all my blackened heart. Little did I know that we could not roam the earth as brothers forever, that soon enough we would be fighting like enemies, fighting over such a trivial matter.
Fighting to the death.
Please read and review!!!!
Description: Umm not from any season, I suppose its just a different view of things about how Buffys life would be different if all this had happened first... Just read it and find out!!!
Disclaimer: Its all thanks to the Joss for this. None of mine. Sigh.
Here goes...
Chap 1
Wishing.
Wanting.
Knowing.
Have you ever once wandered what that shadow was that used to follow you up to your own front door but never quiet got close enough to reach out to you? Have you ever, sat at home and felt something watching from outside and instinct told you not to step into the darkness outside?
I shall tell you a tale, a tale about love and passion, horror and truth and dare I say it, Demons and monsters of the night, nightmares that crawl upon this earth, hunting, killing, maiming.... What I am about to tell you is true, for what I speak of is entirely fact and I shall tell it as plainly and honestly as I can.
We start our tale in England in the 1800's, where our young subject William is found seated at a table madly scribbling on a scrap piece of parchment, his quill scraping against the worn paper like nails to a blackboard.
His head is bowed, curly dark hair curls around his face, glasses lay on the table, discarded from use and as he looks up for one brief moment, bright blue eyes light up as more inspiration enters the young lads mind.
"William." I call softly to him, and he looks up, pausing from his writing.
I smile at him and remember how I was just after it had happened.
I remember it like it was yesterday.
The exciting race of fresh blood through my veins, the heightened senses which caused the slightest sound to be investigated and more than anything, the power that drummed through my veins like horses hooves, galloping over hard ground.
Exhilarating.
He looks at me with eager eyes and I smile at what has been created, such power held in our hands to give and take lives however we please, moulding them to our whim.
"Let us hunt" I add, scooping up my long jacket and walking towards the door, waiting for my William to follow, waiting for my hunting companion.
Hitting the streets of London by nightfall and hunting out the weak was one of the many perks of the 'gift' we were given. Each night I would train him, perfect his skills and fine-tune his abilities. I was proud of him, he was the best yet so like me in everyway and yet so young and new and invigorating. Seeing him hunt gave me such pride and a sense of achievement that I never knew a creature of the night could feel.
On this night I let him pick the pray, watching his mind ticking, passing over the lessons I had taught him about selecting pray, about finding the fun in the hunt rather than just looking for food. I scan across the street, my eyes dodging around a horse than blocks my view and I can instantly see the victims I would have picked.
One glance at William and I know he has chosen them too. That's my boy, trained to perfection.
We step out onto the cobbled road and leisurely walk towards the pair in question, a pair of noble ladies both dressed in exquisite evening gowns and plastered in jewellery. I let him take the lead.
"Well hello ladies." He smiles that wide smile and bows, removing his hat from his head.
Both huddle together slightly but smile all the same, casting a glance up to me as I stand next to William, judging his next move.
"Hello young sirs, could you possibly help us with a problem?" One asked, her blonde curls bounced as she moved her head to look at the both of us.
So naive.
"Why certainly, what possible help could such beautiful ladies want on this fine evening?" William drawls and I roll my eyes beside him.
"Well its just the carriage driver has left us here alone as one of the horses fell lame on our journey here and as we had to leave in such a haste there was no chance that a servant could accompany us what with the winters ball being prepared. Would you kind sirs, walk us to the nearest Inn so we can acquire a driver to take us home?"
Why do they trust us?
Stupid fools.
"Why certainly, but what makes you so sure we are trustworthy enough to accompany you?" William asks and I smile, yes he has learnt well.
The silent one smiles at Will and instantly he locks eyes with her, beaming that beautiful smile right back at her. "Why, no harm can come from such gentlemen as you and your friend. Why I simply see it in your eyes that you would mean no harm."
I smile inwardly. Little do they know of the fate that has be fallen them.
We walk onwards, William in front with the blonde, who we have managed to acquire her name as Victoria. I fall instep with the quieter brunette, Molly, and chat in hushed tones of her day and her house and her father.
How boring the noble are.
It is not long before both females are entranced by the two of us, and follow us easily down a shortcut the William knows of to get to the closest inn.
We are half way down the dark alleyway and I feel little molly's heart beat quickening. Not long now my sweet and it will all be over.
With one quick movement she is in my arms and I am drinking from her soft, silky neck, her rosy cheeks draining to a ghastly white. I listen as the heartbeat slows and eventually let her drop to the ground as the thumping slows and the blood ceases to flow.
I look up and meet Williams gaze, he too has taken the girl, casting her aside like a doll. He smiles his toothy smile and a single drop of blood falls from his fang and dribbles down his cheek. My boy, oh how he has grown.
And so it was each night, that we would leave the house as night fell and hunt side by side, like brothers, taking as we please.
Such a brother was he. I loved him you know, with all my blackened heart. Little did I know that we could not roam the earth as brothers forever, that soon enough we would be fighting like enemies, fighting over such a trivial matter.
Fighting to the death.
Please read and review!!!!