Welcome to the Death's land
Author: Enn-Enn
Disclaimer: I don't own anything .
Rating: R ( I suppose )
Summary: A vampire and his protégée. Death or love, they will choose. S/D
Spoilers: BtVS Post-The Gift
A/N : Thanks to Eurothrashed for all her help!! :: hugs ::
CHAPTER 2- Toys
Yesterday, he came again but nothing happened.
Maybe tonight he will return.
The young girl is sleeping under the covers of her tiny bed. Purple room with open window that allows the moon to paint the place with blue patterns and silent silver light.
The young girl is under the covers, tightly clutching Mr. Gordo because its real owner is dead now.
Her sister is dead; the hero is dead. And she is hugging the stuffed animal for comfort. Mr. Gordo belongs to her now.
No Mr.Gordo, she'll won't be back tonight either, maybe tomorrow, maybe in our dreams.
Two thin arms hug a stuffed toy who doesn't breath or have a heart.
The girl is sleeping under the covers of her bed, with an open window that allows monsters to creep inside.
A Monster who wears a human face, black leather and a smile. He is watching her. Innocense is sleeping now, maybe it is just that nighttime is sin's time.
And he is moving silently, a century to learn the way. He lets his black cover fall, as he lets the human cover disappear. The leather is on the floor. Glowing, two beautiful blue eyes, turns into two yellow torchs of death.
A killer lives within this creature that doesn't breath and doesn't have a soul.
He crawls under the covers, softly like wind, slowly like death. And the demon wraps his arms around the tiny form - a girl made of new flesh and sweet blood, of ancient power and so few years.
Made of fear and nightmares. Made of desire. A voice inside her keeps saying that maybe this night is the night. That the open window had a purpose. That all the waiting and all the wanting finally has a end. A male body behind her is confirming just that, the thin girlie pajamas don't lie, they just make more evident the hard sign pressing against her.
But then he just hugs her, demon ridges againts shining rivers of brown hair. He just cuddles her, like she is cuddling the stuffed animal.
Why?
Maybe little girls are the stuffed toys of Master vampires. Mom is gone, so is sis, maybe she has a new owner now.
And that's okay. Because it's good to belong.
TBC