Ok, I know this chapter is short, but due to recent computer problems and events, I needed something small just to get me back into the flow of the story.
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Buffy let herself feel. The pure euphoria of Faith's blood taking over all her senses. She could feel her prey's heart pounding through her entire being, everything swimming together, the taste, the smell, the emotion, the stars whispering wickedly seductive melodies into an entire song of sensation. Buffy could feel power humming through her demonic soul, burning through her veins, crashing like thunder inside her head.
Faith's back arched, a pain filled squeak breaking and dying before it had begun. She pulled at the leather coat encompassing the vampire, her eyes tearing at the pain and the fear, knowing her efforts were useless. Her heart pounded and her mind raced, the feeling of Buffy's cold mouth sucking at her neck, taking her life's blood from her made something inside her shatter. 'No' echoed through Faith's head as she brought her knee up into the blond vampire's crotch, trying to dislodge Buffy's grip on her.
The Dead Slayer only grunted and gripped Faith's hair and waist harder, pulling the Dark Slayer so close it was as though she were trying to make them one entity. One being pulsating with the rhythm of blood pumping through a heart.
Faith yelped as Buffy was ripped off her, Angel having snuck up from behind the feeding vampire, had taken the Dead Slayer by the hair and pulled with all his mighty vampiric might.
Buffy was yanked backwards off her feet, only for a few seconds but long enough for Angel to grab Faith's arm and pull/shove her into the hotel room. Just as Buffy rose to her feet, an arm stretched toward her prey. She turned quicker than Angel thought possible, that same arm came around and back-handed him as the vampire twirled, her duster flaring. She jumped, continuing her twirl, and landed atop the guard rail. She turned to look at Faith, the Dark Slayer staring wide eyed and breathing hard, one hand pressed over the wound on her neck. Buffy smiled, and the expression looked almost wistful, "See you soon F," and with that she leapt from the balcony to the ground below.
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There, no reason to abandon all hope, for I have updated. Though I cannot say when the next update will be, for I shall be quite busy the next few weeks. Thank you so much to those who love this story, and I am happy to have accomplished something, finally. Hope the next time you see something from me, the long wait will be avoided. Later.