Chapter 2 of Faded Innocence
She felt the need to find something- to look for something. There was something she needed to find- something missing. She stepped onto the cold hard sidewalk waiting and watching- redefining her position every few minutes to sniff the air. Buffy is not your typical average good to be killed vampire- she's strong and came from a good line by her scent. The nightmare world made her a master's childe- one strong and with a powerful sire.
She raked a sharp claw down the side of her toy's face drawing out a tiny pint of blood onto her fingertip and brought the finger up to her mouths. She slowly suckled watching the toy's eyes widen back and forth in half pain/half humiliation. He had been brought here as a gift from Dlac and he was in chains. He's bleeding from all of the rips and tears on his chest marked by holy water burns and toy stakes. He had been whipped and raped. Angel whimpers as more hot pokers are placed on his breasts. They had taken a long metal spiked rod and wrapped it tightly and securely around each hand, feet, and neck as he was to crawl and beg for their mercy!
Goddamn your righteous hand
I eat innocent meat
The housewife I will beat
The pro-life I will kill
What you won't do I will
I bash myself to sleep
What you sow I will reap
I scar myself you see
I wish I wasn't me
I am the little stick
You stir me into shit
I hate therefore I am
Drunk ass mother fuckin core
(The lyric "Get Your Gunn" is by Marilyn Manson but I made up the part Drunk ass mother fuckin core.)