Hi all, to all denizens of this earth. I welcome any criticism and praise... haha. Don't mind the praises! Anyway, though Buffy is not my favourite heroine (she's second), I happened to be reading about her and had inspiration... Just want to mention, if the world happened to go nuts and all who read my fic fell madly in love with it, I hate to disappoint but I can't really update frequently, much as I want to. As I mentioned in my bio, I'm having important finals which will decide the course of my life forever (haha)... I hope whoever likes my fic is patient!
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Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Buffy the Vampire Slayer except the storyline of my fic.
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As she stood facing the churning waves, the girl inhaled the salty night air flowing its ritual course along the coastline. Arms flung outwards, she savoured the crisp freshness of the untainted offshore wind, flowing against her, cleansing her physically if not spiritually. Her skirts whipped around her ankles, blown back by the breeze. The nights were her battleground against the force of darkness, the days, an arena where she constantly skirmished with vicious tongues and pretentiousness. Happy for her short respite from the grueling tortures of maintaining her façade, she felt relaxed. Always, she felt like a small yacht being tossed about in the stormy sea of life. Turning to the shadow behind her, she arched her brow at his reluctance to unwind and chuckled mischievously as he shifted restlessly, indicating his discomfort and desire to move along.
Even if the girl noticed his lack of enthusiasm, she gave no heed and turned back to stare out at the water. A month ago, she had wiped out the bloodthirsty vampiric kraken of the deep, right at the very spot she was standing on. She could still remember the battle, the carnage, the salty tang and the slick wetness of the creature's cold flesh, the mixture of blood and gore all over the beach.
Shrugging her shoulders as though she could be shrugging off unpleasant memories, the girl turned back round to face the shadow. In the moonlight, she was like a fairy resplendent in all her ethereal beauty. The reigning belle of polite society. She stared at him and him, at her. Both were full of longing but powerless to fulfill their desires. Heaving a sigh, half of anguish and half of resignation, she turned away, setting off in the direction of her carriage. After which home and then a sweet dreamless sleep would follow on her agenda.
Hiking up her skirts, she started for the carriage, stepping past him without a word and was stalled by a warm hand and a strong arm which snaked round her waist. She found herself being drawn back against a muscular chest. Holding her breadth, she tilted her head up and against the star studded sky, she looked into the face of her companion. His chiseled profile never failed to excite women, who were drawn to him like moths to a candle, she included. In the dark, their lips met and clung. She deepened the kiss, turning in his arms to run her hands up his jacket and around his neck. But before things could progress, he broke off, turning away and striding down the path towards his waiting horse.
Biting back tears, the girl raised a hand to her trembling lips and watched him ride off, his back to her, never turning once.
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