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Post by spuffycrusade83 on Apr 27, 2008 6:52:17 GMT -5
"You learn very quickly childe........."
The making of a childe is a very long and difficult process. Once the blood of the sire is forced down its throat, its passage into this world can take months or even years...................... Depends on the childe.
And the sire................
An average vampire is going to create such a weak childe. The childe called "minion" is just that. A slave trained by the slave driver. A servant. A useless body for the owner to beat senseless.
A childe is a different story. The childe is a stronger minion. One developed as a daughter or son to the master of their line. It is treated as an equal by its master or its origin. Once sired, the childe is either a strong childe or a weaker childe. Again, depends on the sire.
The sire is the head of that order. It can either bind or break.
He or she is the root of that childe's teaching. Training if you want to call it.
A childe cannot survive on its own without the guidance of its sire.
It needs protection, discipline, and comfort from the one responsible for its entrance into the world.
Siring is a private matter.
"Everything is so bright, so loud..................."
Master: That is because of your demon.
Her yellow orbs flew to the object of her hunger, pushing her over the edge................
"You brought me a present!"
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Post by spuffycrusade83 on Apr 27, 2008 7:40:57 GMT -5
Buffy sat upright on the four poster, her eyes darting back and forth between food and "sire." Ivory fangs gleamed in the light from the fireplace as lips curled back violently. She pushed herself forward, one at a time as her eyes locked on their target. Images flashed before her. Her mother, her father, her calling, her friends, her watchers, her enemies, everyone...............
So she's not the perfect daughter, the perfect girlfriend, the perfect bestfriend. She's still Buffy and if they'd paid more attention, she'd still be alive.
Now, she's evil and on top of it, she's a vampire.
The best part, she's no longer fighting for everyone else. She has to fight for herself.
For her clan............
For her master.
And she's having a wicked time.
"I'm counting to five before she wakes up. Then, we'll party!"
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Post by spuffycrusade83 on Apr 27, 2008 8:28:24 GMT -5
Her large lids slammmed open to face a ferocious growl from the room. Her head was spinning and her throat was dry.
Where did the growl come from?
If you burn in the sun, it'll be your fault, she ordered her minions.
She turned back to study her Willow.
Picking up a stray hair, she nuzzled into it and purred.
"What happened to you!?!"
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Post by spuffycrusade83 on Apr 27, 2008 10:02:19 GMT -5
Something tugged at her brain and made her skin crawl.
She felt bones shift against her neck.
She felt her own change in response, the growl growing louder in her ear drums.
The beating of hearts taunting her new demon.
The pull of her sire.......................
Memories assaulted her mind, giving her the thrill of what she is.
A hunger that can't be alleviated by anything.
A need for blood like she needed oxygen.
It's all threatening to devour her whole.
Adreline powered with the need to feed drove her forward.
Intincts kicked in.
New and old.
She gripped the girl's hips and pulled her close. Whispering comforts to her, she made her close her eyes as fangs scratched the surface of her skin.
Blood oozed out of the gap and she eagerly took it in.
Every last drop.............
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