Series: Guardians of the Night 1
Title: Eternal Soulmates
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters on Buffy the Vampire Slayer, or on the spin-off Angel. Those belong to Joss Whedon, and assorted other people (of which I'm not one). Anything you DON'T recognize is mine (and that includes this story).
Character Usage: If you wish to use my characters, PLEASE ask me first (and a hint of what you'll use him/her/it for)! I'll probably say yes.
Author's Notes: There are spoilers for many different episodes, on both Buffy and Angel. You're guess is as good as mine. In fact, email me with which episodes you think I used, and I'll tell you how close you came.
Notations: Inner-thought
Dedication: To the Sunnydale Slayers (SunS), and all other post discussion groups. You may not know me, but it was because of you that this story was made possible. Thank you for the wonderful insights to and of the characters!
Preface
The woman ran.
Among the hills and forests, in an ancient time, the woman ran. The full moon shining down upon her snow-white hair made her easy prey for the one who hunted.
She glanced behind, scanning the trail. How close is the one that chases? she thought, and tripped over a raised root.
Her cry of fear and pain was cut short. The one who hunted landed on her back. The woman fell heavily. Is this human? Hissing in pleasure, the creature leaned close to her neck. "Please, spare me," the woman whimpered faintly.
The hunter, with the body of a human man, but the face of a demon, laughed harshly.
"You think that after I have hunted only you, among all your kind, for a thousand years, that I will spare you!" The creature pulled her closer to him. The pain was intense.
The hunter whispered, "No, I will do no such thing. Since the first moment I heard of you, I knew that if I were ever to taste elven blood, it would be yours. I have waited a thousand years to taste your elven blood on my tongue, and I will have it!"
Bones and sinews snapped and popped as he swiftly pulled her head to the side. She felt his fangs press into her neck and break the skin. At the sudden shock, the elven woman made a faint strangled sound. No! Blood. Blood leaving my body!
The woman sagged, unconscious in the creature's arms.
He raised his head, laughing. Quickly, he turned her onto her back. He lovingly removed a knife from a scabbard in his boot top, and moved it over her body in a playful dance before he plunged the tip down to slash his own wrist.
He slapped the woman until she started to move, then placed his crimson-spurting wrist over her mouth, which filled with blood. She swallowed in reflex. The taste! The taste of…! She jerked her head away from his wrist in revulsion, and spit blood onto the ground.
The creature snarled with anger, and effortlessly turned the woman's head back. Again the bleeding wrist covered her mouth. How can I fight? How can I fight... this? She moaned dispiritedly, then swallowed the blood-offering.
"Seven... eight...nine...and ten," the creature counted, then pulled his wrist away at the last swallow. The woman struggled to sit up, faintly sobbing, but could not.
The vampire stood, watching the changes beginning on her body, and said, "Rest well, Elven Princess, it will be the last that you ever have."
She tried to look at him, but he was a blur against the night, then all was darkness.