Hey again. I think I'll try a second chapter. I don't have much else to do
right now any way. Don't worry about Wesley I didn't want to kill him off.
So here's chapter two.
Faith's eyes snapped open and sat straight up taking deep breaths as if gasping for air that wasn't there. It took her less then a moment to realize something was wrong. No. Not wrong. That wasn't the right word for it. Something was different. She pulled up her knees and wrapped her arms around her body. She was shivering. But not from cold. From shock. She was in shock. Her lungs no longer held that ever present demanding for air. She took a breath in but nothing happened. Her body kept shaking..... and she was so hungry. It was almost unbearable. Her entire body, inside and out, was crying for something to fill it. Her body was cold. She couldn't feel the warm flow of blood or the soft pounding of her heart. Her body was dead. Her body was dead. Her body was dead!
What had first just been a simple realization had now sent her in to a state of panic. She wanted to gat out. She was inside a dead thing! Hell she WAS a dead thing! Her body shock even more violently then slowed down a little.
It was the oddest sensation. She was in shock and panic completely, but she wasn't surprised. He'd done it to her. She remembered his fangs piercing her neck. But she wasn't dead. She was one of them now. No longer a slayer. But the thing she was meant to kill. And he'd done it.
Where was she? She looked around the room. It was slightly on the expensive side. The bed she had been placed in the center of was entirely covered with silk and satin. There were couches and chairs that matched the bed scattered around the rather large room. There was a large mirror next to the bed. She was sitting only a few feet away. It showed the bed but not her reflection. She would never see her reflection again.
There was a closet a few feet away, and two doors. One leading out one leading to...a bathroom room or something she guessed.
Was she alone? A joke Angelus wanted to play? Change her to make her suffer and then abandon her? She knew what he knew. Vampires abandoned by there sires don't tend to last very long. She wasn't sure why. But she had heard it mentioned a few times. Something like they were to arrogant. Made stupid mistakes. Were more likely to be caught or seen. By human or slayer.
No she wasn't alone. On a chair closest to the bed lay a long black jacket. The one Angelus had been wearing when she last saw him. In the distant she could here the uneven sound of a shower.
Should she kill him? With what? There were no stakes, no wood that she could see. And after she staked him, what then? She didn't know. She couldn't think. The hunger was by this time almost unbearable. She felt like she would die if she didn't eat soon. Every cell in her body was screaming.
Faith heard the door open and looked over to see a young man open one of the doors. He was young. Late teens. Dressed in causal work clothes. He looked at her very surprised.
"Who are you? Where's Mr. and Mrs. Hallow?" he said starring at her strangely. Faith noticed that her whole body was still shaking. Her nostrils were filled with his sent already. It only doubled her hunger.
"Miss....are you alright?" he said now walking toward her looking slightly concerned and slightly interested in the beautiful strange woman in front of him.
She moved to the edge of the bed as if she was about to get up.
"I'm cold." She said her arms still around herself. The man walked over closer and reached for her. Suddenly without any warning what so ever, she grabbed him and pinned down next to her. She could feel her face change. Fangs suddenly grow out of her mouth. He gave out a loud scream seeing her face. She leaned down and bit into his neck. The taste of his along with his struggling was driving her wild. She taste and smell his fear. She loved it. The taste of the blood was so good. It washed away the demanding hunger. She could hear his loud heart beat grow softer and slower until it stopped completely. She opened her mouth and dropped his head onto the bed. She licked her lips savoring the last taste of his blood. She looked over to see Angelus standing in the doorway watching her with hungry eyes.
Faith's eyes snapped open and sat straight up taking deep breaths as if gasping for air that wasn't there. It took her less then a moment to realize something was wrong. No. Not wrong. That wasn't the right word for it. Something was different. She pulled up her knees and wrapped her arms around her body. She was shivering. But not from cold. From shock. She was in shock. Her lungs no longer held that ever present demanding for air. She took a breath in but nothing happened. Her body kept shaking..... and she was so hungry. It was almost unbearable. Her entire body, inside and out, was crying for something to fill it. Her body was cold. She couldn't feel the warm flow of blood or the soft pounding of her heart. Her body was dead. Her body was dead. Her body was dead!
What had first just been a simple realization had now sent her in to a state of panic. She wanted to gat out. She was inside a dead thing! Hell she WAS a dead thing! Her body shock even more violently then slowed down a little.
It was the oddest sensation. She was in shock and panic completely, but she wasn't surprised. He'd done it to her. She remembered his fangs piercing her neck. But she wasn't dead. She was one of them now. No longer a slayer. But the thing she was meant to kill. And he'd done it.
Where was she? She looked around the room. It was slightly on the expensive side. The bed she had been placed in the center of was entirely covered with silk and satin. There were couches and chairs that matched the bed scattered around the rather large room. There was a large mirror next to the bed. She was sitting only a few feet away. It showed the bed but not her reflection. She would never see her reflection again.
There was a closet a few feet away, and two doors. One leading out one leading to...a bathroom room or something she guessed.
Was she alone? A joke Angelus wanted to play? Change her to make her suffer and then abandon her? She knew what he knew. Vampires abandoned by there sires don't tend to last very long. She wasn't sure why. But she had heard it mentioned a few times. Something like they were to arrogant. Made stupid mistakes. Were more likely to be caught or seen. By human or slayer.
No she wasn't alone. On a chair closest to the bed lay a long black jacket. The one Angelus had been wearing when she last saw him. In the distant she could here the uneven sound of a shower.
Should she kill him? With what? There were no stakes, no wood that she could see. And after she staked him, what then? She didn't know. She couldn't think. The hunger was by this time almost unbearable. She felt like she would die if she didn't eat soon. Every cell in her body was screaming.
Faith heard the door open and looked over to see a young man open one of the doors. He was young. Late teens. Dressed in causal work clothes. He looked at her very surprised.
"Who are you? Where's Mr. and Mrs. Hallow?" he said starring at her strangely. Faith noticed that her whole body was still shaking. Her nostrils were filled with his sent already. It only doubled her hunger.
"Miss....are you alright?" he said now walking toward her looking slightly concerned and slightly interested in the beautiful strange woman in front of him.
She moved to the edge of the bed as if she was about to get up.
"I'm cold." She said her arms still around herself. The man walked over closer and reached for her. Suddenly without any warning what so ever, she grabbed him and pinned down next to her. She could feel her face change. Fangs suddenly grow out of her mouth. He gave out a loud scream seeing her face. She leaned down and bit into his neck. The taste of his along with his struggling was driving her wild. She taste and smell his fear. She loved it. The taste of the blood was so good. It washed away the demanding hunger. She could hear his loud heart beat grow softer and slower until it stopped completely. She opened her mouth and dropped his head onto the bed. She licked her lips savoring the last taste of his blood. She looked over to see Angelus standing in the doorway watching her with hungry eyes.