disclaimer :..yeah..cus if i owned it i'd be writing fanfic,.. uh-huh..
Authers note: since i hate typing and writing..and the plot and story are like...not completely thought out.. the updates will be rather, inconsistent. i'd like too thank the reviewers, ..i thank you for the advice, very nice. and the format was kinda spaced weird, i know, but im not very computer savy, so i apologize. i'll try to figure it out on this one. ..yes, i spell bad, dont have spell checker..sorry.
Buffy crept down the hallways of the mourge in search of her clothes. She didn't particulary feel like marching down Sunny D's streets half naked in a white sheet. Said sheet was being held around the blonde slayer tightly as she tried for stealthy, sneaking down the halls. The attempt failed grealty as Buffy tripped on the sheet, yelping, and did a rather funny looking nose dive into the yucky-green tiled floor.
"Owwww,.. that sucked major-ass," Bufy moaned as she pushed herself into a sitting position while holding her nose. She took her hand away from her face. Examining the blood smeared on her palm. Buffy pouted, " That sucked major fat lady ass." She gingerly touched her nose, going cross-eyed trying to look at it.
Her attention was again drawn to the blood on her palm. The sticky red ooze that was slowely drying. The smell filled her nostrils, blood still dripping from her nose. It was slightly intoxicating, she lifted her palm closer. If only to get a taste, her mind seemed to whisper. Buffy closed her eyes parted her lips.
"EwW!", her eyes shot open as the part of her that was still a slayer, not so subtley made itself noticed. "Ewwww, thats was just, eww. I mean I, I was gonna,....Out of my nose!..yuck."
Buffy grimiced, "really don't wanna go there," she thought out loud. Guh, I think this whole vamp things gonna take some time to get used to.
She once again went srearching for her clothes, this time making sure she held the sheet off the ground.
Half an hour later Buffy found herself walking down the slightly crowded streets of down town Sunnydale. She could hear everything around her with a new sense of awereness. The colors standing out vibrantly in contrast to eachother.
The faces, the clothes, the streets, the buildings. Every thing stood out clearer than before.
And the sound, every time she passed close too some one. She could hear their heart beat. Buffy could almost feel it, like it was vibrating off her skin, calling her, begging her. Just a taste she could feel the thoughts forming in her head. Dark desires welling up in her like a storm ready to break free.
But that wasn't all, the hunger was starting burn. It was becoming a force, churning her insides as though it would eat her alive. Buffy was at an indecision. She wanted to feed. Wanted to take the little girl tugging her mother's arm, pulling her into a toy store. She wanted to take her, drain, hear her scream for her mommy.
But part of her was resisting. Telling her this was wrong. That this was what she had fought so hard against for so long. Sacraficed so much for.
But it was there. The need. And oh god do i need it, Buffy thought. Stumbling out of the crowd and into a darkend alley. She watched them. The people. Watched that mill about, like they didn't have a care in the world.
They didn't realise a killer watched, whether taking the lives of innocents or the un-dead. Thats what she was. What she was born for.
Buffy turned and ran, not knowing what she wanted to do. Part her was screaming to lure some sweet, young thing into the alley and drain them. Drink for all it was worth. But part her was baring warning.
Once you take it, you can never go back...
tbc, if ya want.