Posted on SD-1, 02.05.2004

What They Did To Her, ch. 4 in Diffrent.

by: Crimson Snow

Disclaimer in ch.1

Summary: Violent changes.

Rating: This is some rating, like light R or lower. I'm not sure.

'Ship: Eventually Sarkney.

A/N: This is a vampire fic. These are Buffy vamps.


Sark was in a nightclub, meeting an contact, he felt someone watching him. Probably an guard, or something.

When he stepped out side and was heading for his car, he's yanked into a an alley and thrown up against a wall. There goes his jacket. Who knew what was on those walls.

He was, off course, fighting this person but he stopped when he felt something pierce the skin on his neck. That went on for a minute or two, then he saw Sydney smiling. She took one of his captive hands and pressed it against his puncture wounds.

"I'd get help, if I were you. Wouldn't want you to bleed out. Way to sweet for that. See you later, Thanks for dinner." She told him, as she kissed his cheek and disappeared into the shadows of the alley.

He got help, but he had a hard time explaining what happened to his throat. But he paid the doctor well enough to shut and just do his job.

He didn't know why Syd was doing this, okay he knew why she was torturing boy-scout but why him?


She loved this. She didn't have a care in the world and she loved it. She was really fed up with Vaughn, she should kill him but that would be an easy way for him out. Let him live, in the shell of his former life. She had killed the people next to him, but that was only fair. He killed her.

She really had to use all of her will power to not bleed Sark dry in that ally, she loved his blood. Well, she'd give him a day or two to heal. Then she'd get another sip. She'd turn him, eventually.

She was thinking about going to see her dad, she hadn't seen him for awhile. She wasn't quite sure if he had seen her since she was free of her soul. Pesky little thing. That's why she stood in front of his front door, dressed in jeans and black buttoned up shirt. Her brown hair lose and flowing in the wind. She knocked, and a few seconds later Jack bristow was at the door.

He was floored. His daughter, she had returned to him. She wasn't dead. He didn't know then, but she was way worse than dead. "Syd, please come in."

"Hi, Dad. How are you ? Sorry, that I just disappeared like that. But did you hear what happened to Vaughn's fiancée? Just horrible." She told him, smirking. He turned around, after closing the door, and was shocked at the tone of his daughters voice.

"What do you know about that?" He told her, it had been kept under control. It hadn't been in the papers that much.

"I just think that, she was probably a very nice person. Sweet. And poor Weiss." Syd told him, as she sat down in his living room.

"How do you know this stuff ? Nobody but his family knew he died." Jack told her, as he stood at the end of the couch.

"Dad, don't you get it?" She told him, as she looked up at him with amused, brown eyes. She stood up.

"What?" He told her, suddenly slightly afraid of his own daughter.

"I did it. I killed her, drank that glass of her blood. But the rest in the Snapple bottle, for him to find. I killed Weiss, slit his throat. His eyes, still staring at the TV when I left. Nobody could have stopped me. You wouldn't be able to stop me, if I wanted to snap your neck right now. To get back at you for stealing my choices in life. I won't do that though, too easy. You and Vaughn will live, you both have to live with what you did to me." She told him, eyes full of hatred.


TBC...?

A/N: I wrote this after watching some of Sallene's ALIAS videos. They're really good. Also, I just wanted to continue this fic. Tell me if I should continue it. Please, reply. Crimson Snow, Iceland 02.05.2004