Buffy ran through the darkness, jumping trash cans and other unknown objects in her path. Her body felt afire, burning with an unknown sensation; a yurning, longing, hunger. Blood, blood blood. Hunt, kill, taste, feed, yes faster faster, burn, pain more!. She ran in a red haze, trying to get away from what she desired for. The world seemed to sway in it's blur, as she fled faster than the human eye could follow.
Buffy ran through through the back alleys with no purpose, except to get away as fast as possible. No destination in sight. The air was damp from the light rain they had had earleir in the day. The black pavement glistening in the moon light. She turned another corner, almost oblivious to the world around her. Her feet moving on auto pilot.
Images raced through her mind, flashing back to how she got herself into this mess. See Buffy decided to go patroling going through the main parts of town, around city hall. While Faith went by the docks and through the messier parts of town, Faith's choice. They were supossed to meet up in the cemetaries to check in with eachother.
Only Buffy never got that far.
Flashback..weee Insert gay flashback music here
Buffy walks in the alleys near city hall. A soft breeze lifting the hair slightly around her face. She's decided to leave it down tonight. Running her fingers through her blonde locks, Buffy scans her surrounding. She could have sworn she heard foot steps behind her. Her hand reaches into the pocket of her navy blue hoody, grasping her stake. Her fingers clench and unclench around the smooth wood.
Buffy wishes Faith had decided to patrol with her, instead of splitting to cover more ground, seems the girl wanted to get some partying in before dawn.
She pauses again, spinning in a small circle. " Ya know, the stalker thing is getting old. I mean, I've soo been there, done that." Buffy's mind flashes to Angel, the old familar pain putting a slight ache in her heart. She's unfocused thinking about him, the hesitation in her stance is nothing the untrained eye would notice. But the hunter stalking the rooftops above takes notice and falls to his prey.
Before Buffy realizes what's happening she pinned on the pavments, rough rock biting her cheek and chin. The wind completely knocked out of her lungs, Buffy struggles to gasp, her body pressed hard into the ground as her head is shoved roughly to one side. Oh shit, Oh fuck, Oh shit. Are the three thoughts running through head, the only thoughts, as panic takes over and she begins strugeling like a tiger caught in a net.
Her hands claw the ground, claw anything and everything, trying to get leverage. Buffy's vision blurs slightly, the lack of oxygen catching up. The weight on her shifts slightly, Buffy takes advatage and gasps one breath before being lifted from the ground and shoved into the brick alley wall.
Once again Buffy's breath has left her lungs and she claws at the vamps arms, her brain finally regestiring that yes it is a vamp, and, damn, that's a nice suit. The yellow eyes blaze like fire against dark skin. Buffy trys clawing at his face, but she's weak, the stake in her pocket forgotten in her panic. Oxygen is yet again deprived, even though she never got the air back anyway, as the vamp grabs her throat.
Instead of seeing black spots from lack of air, she seeing stars as he roughly pulls her forward, then slams her back into the wall, brick chipping on impact as her head feels like it's been smashed open. Her visions swims, but she manages to get a good kick to his knee, enough to shatter human bone, but well, he's not human. It's not enough, he only grunts and gives her an instant replay of Let's-smash-Buffy's-brains-out.
She sags in his arms going still, waiting for a the right moment, if one would present itself. Trick grins watching her go limp, " Ya know, you being the Slayer I kinda thought this would take an effort. But look at you, beating down, in what, 5.2 seconds, " he chuckles" and the boss was all worried I wouldn't pull it off. Ha, guess I'll be needin' a raise."
The grin never leaves his face as he leans in, wrenching Buffy's head to the side before she could give him the vicious head but she'd been planning on. Damn, there goes that plan. He's leans in, fangs bared, She feels his teeth sink into her neck, the blood begining to leave her. And something inside Buffy snaps, the trama from the last vamp to bite her, the master, flashing to the surface, I don't want to die!
She struggles wildly all thought leaving her, the primal instict to survive taking over as she claws, bites, hits, and kicks. Struggling valiantly against her attacker.
Trick drains her, savoring the taste, lost in it. Oww, FUCK!, " You bitch!, You bit me!" He jumps back dropping her to the ground. Trick puts his hands to his neck, fingers coming away smeared with blood. " Fucking bitch bit me," Trick kicks the Slayer in the side once for good measure then stalks off.
Buffy can hear his foot steps as the vibrate through the pavement. Her body limp and dying, crumpled on the cold alley street. Buffy listens as her heart slows, the beat pounding in her ears, drowning out everything else. Mom, I'm sorry. Please forgive me.
Buffy listens as the world fades, the smell of the garbage, the sound of the breeze, the light of a far of street lamp, the taste of blood in her mouth, huh wonder how that got there. It all fades. Fades to black.
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Buffy's feet pound hard against the street, the back alleys bluring as she turns around the corner, to the back of some bar. It's all a blur, and then comes rushing back as she slams into a familiar figure. An "Ooaf!" makes it past Buffy's lips as she lands sprawled out over the body beneath her, soft and strong at the same time. Buffy looks up realizing whoever just served as an emergancy brake pad has a very well endowed chest.
"Uunh..." the familiar huskey voice of Faith moans. Buffy eyes widend as she sat up straighter, but didn't move completely off Faith. " Gawd B, zwatch whe'es yas goin,"
Buffy's eyes widend further as she realizes she just bowled over a very under dressed, and very drunk Faith. ....Oh boy...or should i make that girl?....
tbc, honestly, im just righting it as it comes to me, so suggest away cus this is as far as the story is.. like do you want, buffy staked, buffy evil, buffy good, somewhere in between, im not gonnna promise i'll do what you have in mind, but i might (grins), so review and say whateva ya wanna say, lata