Crimson Night and Dark Light

Chapter 4 - Buffy's Changing

Buffy sat up quickly in bed. The coolness of the house overwhelmed her as she tried to remember where she was. She realized she was in her own room, but didn't understand how she got there in the first place. She shrugged it off as she glanced at the clock on her bedside table.
It read 7:15. She had about half an hour before school would start.

She looked down at the clothes she was wearing, still in a haze from just waking up. She realized her clothes were the same as last night.

Her black corset top was smeared with dirt, and a small amount of blood. Her left shoulder strap was torn as if a hand much stronger than her own had pulled on it. She then looked down at her knee high skirt; it had dirt all over it.

"What the hell happened?" Buffy asked herself as she ran her hands through her tangled blonde hair. She pulled out a few brown leaves from her locks. She made a disgusted look before throwing them aside. She slowly walked over to her blinds and pulled them open. The sun streamed through abusing her eyes, which were still used to the darkness of the room.

Buffy's head pounded as pain streamed trough her brain. It was extremely painful and she brought her hand up to her head, wishing she could stop it. She felt like the pain had the purpose to make sure the memories would stay away. She tried with everything she had to remember what had happened the night before. The only thing her brain could recollect from the other night was screaming. Hers and Willow's.

She also remembered running, and being attacked by a dark haired, short wimpy kind of guy. Yet, he was very strong. He was probably just some dork trying to prove to his friends how terrifying he could be.

But why was it that she couldn't remember last night? Everything was a complete blur. Willow and her probably went for a walk. She must have fell and hit her head.

Buffy made her way to her closet and changed into a crimson sweater and hip hugger jeans. Standing in front of her full-length mirror, something suddenly caught her eye. She had two tiny holes on the side of her neck.

"Where could have those come from?" She asked herself as she carefully touched the wounds. She then decided she must had fell and something pierced her or a dog must have bit her last night. She ran a brush through her hair then picked up her compact. She opened it and used her fingers to apply some foundation to her neck, hoping to hide the marks as well as possible.

She arrived at school about 10 minutes before the bell would ring for the first period. She was about to go to her locker when she noticed Willow standing at her locker taking her books. She saw someone walking up to her. It was one of those mean preppy girls from her history class. The girl walked up to Willow and closed the locker door in her face. Willow jumped a bit.

"So red, where's you little girlfriend? I heard you two are real wild in the sack."

Buffy hated this. People always assumed they were lesbians because they were close friends. The worse thing was that they always teased Willow about it.

Buffy walked up to them and leaned against the lockers, glaring at the girl.

"What were you saying, Catty?"

"Ummm.... nothing." She then ran off. Willow turned to Buffy.

"Oh my god, Buffy. You're all right. I was worried after what happened last night." She gave Buffy a big hug.

"What do you mean? What happened?"

"Well you told me to run and when I turned back around, you were gone. I assumed you'd gone home but I had my doubts."

The bell rang and her and Willow walked to biology. The moment they sat down in their seats at the back of the class, the teacher walked in.

"Ok class, today we are going to look at cheek cells. We can see everything you ate or drank in the last 24 hours."

Buffy hated this class. They did some of the stupidest things.

"I will want everyone to come up here and we'll test your cheek cells under the microscope.

After most of the students, the teacher called her up.

"Buffy Summers."

Buffy groaned loudly and walked up to the front of the room. The teacher took a cotton swap and dabbed the inside of her cheek, then rubbed it onto the slide. Before he could place it under the microscope, one of the girls in he class spoke up.

"You'll probably find the DNA of half the guys in town."

With that most people in the class laughed. Buffy just flicked her off before turning back to the teacher. He looked at the slide and then spoke.

"There are a lot of blood cells." He looked at her questioningly. Buffy really had no idea.

"I think I bit my cheek earlier." The teacher nodded before calling up the next student.

The Room was dark. The only light was a small candle in the corner. This one vampire sat with others as he shared with them some information he had just recently heard.

"The bee is dead. As long as us vampires have existed, there was always one. One who had the powers of a vampire but not their weaknesses. He has all the perks without the consequences." The vampire told the others.

"When that one vamp bites someone, he dies and the person he bit is now the bee. Which is why we like to call him that. Vampires have been trying to get rid of the string of bees for hundreds of years. Now I say we must retire. Let whoever is now the bee live out their existence and lets hope he never turns anyone until he has been killed."

Authors Note -Hope you are liking it. I want to thank PhyscoPromQueen and Isabel for hel0ping with this fic. It will get better I promise.