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Post by spuffycrusade83 on Jul 31, 2007 20:45:13 GMT -5
The smell. Loose earth, ground soil, and lingering copper. It hung in the air and wafted to her nose. A rhythamitic growl escalated from her dead lungs, although unaware. Golden eyes flew to the upstair's railing. Where a human was just flung over. So here she was, draped in a flowing creme gown that hung from her torsos to her feet. And she braced one hand over her stomach, the other she had on the door jam. Off to the side stood several minions. And they were having a party with the humans. Necks cracked, bones broken, ribs torn out. But they were still alive. She wanted them alive so she could continue to watch them. Watch the show of torture................
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Post by spuffycrusade83 on Jul 31, 2007 20:53:01 GMT -5
Her sire yanked back the girl's head, giving her complete access to the sweet bitter contents inside. She didn't think. She just attacked. Her demon hummed as it burned down her throat. Taking 3 more big swallows, she pulled out.
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Post by spuffycrusade83 on Aug 1, 2007 8:10:46 GMT -5
Then she allowed him to pull her to her feet. She was aware of the attention she drew. A gathering of vampires and various demons were looking at her with awe, respect, and fear. She silhouetted against the rails, trailing a finger down her neck. And their looks turned to one of sexual heat. She gave a warning growl for one of them to back off. She dragged the broken body of a girl up the stairs and pushed her down the metal bars.
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Post by spuffycrusade83 on Aug 1, 2007 8:21:25 GMT -5
Then her eyes turned cold. She broke a piece of the wood from the chair leg and stomped over to her sire. She raised her hand up and brought them down against his chest. She stabbed him, ramming the weapon right through the fabric, right through the skin, right through the heart. Until there was nothing left of him, but flying dust.
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Post by spuffycrusade83 on Aug 1, 2007 8:27:30 GMT -5
Several broken ribs, torn limbs, bite marks, and burns later she was still alive. Barely, but alive. Buffy pulled at her shackles, looking at the ugly welts forming. Her sire brought the boy up close. Until her fangs were just inches away from the jugular. Just inches away from grazing the skin. And like a rattlesnake, she struck. She tore and ripped and shook. She was starving so bad............ They'd left her hanging against her concoctions, starving and hungry.
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Post by spuffycrusade83 on Aug 1, 2007 8:32:26 GMT -5
Buffy snapped several necks, torn out hearts, and ripped into throats. Nothing to appease her desire to hunt, to feed, to kill.................. With two hands on each side of head, she snapped. The vampire howled as his demon fled from his body. And then she leered at the others, daring them to challeng her.
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Post by spuffycrusade83 on Aug 1, 2007 12:29:04 GMT -5
She was scrutinizing every one of her fools. The fools that belong to her now. Not her sire's.............. Not that self-righteous prick.
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Post by spuffycrusade83 on Aug 1, 2007 12:34:50 GMT -5
Willow felt the surge of power flow through her, augmenting her, giving her strength, and gave one last yank on her chains as they broke free of the wall. Unclasping the manacles she let those drop as well.
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Post by spuffycrusade83 on Aug 1, 2007 12:39:00 GMT -5
Then her eyes changed from a sea green to a brilliant yellow. Her lips curled back in a snarl and she charged for the door, kicking it off its hinges. Buffy grinned and shoved Cordelia to her. She gave Cordelia one of those I-hate-you looks before ripping her throat out. Then she pushed the body towards Buffy, wiping her bloodied mouth.
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Post by spuffycrusade83 on Aug 1, 2007 15:36:19 GMT -5
Two more humans were just thrown down the rails. They flew and cracked against metal bars. And finally their bodies landed in a heap on the floor. Buffy dragged her meal away from the minions. Where she grabbed a chunk of her hair, tearing them out of the scalp.
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Post by spuffycrusade83 on Aug 20, 2007 13:08:19 GMT -5
Devouring them with her eyes, they were her prey for tonight. And she would be there to herd up the cattle. Fat cow, thin cow, small cow, large cow. Didn't matter, she would be there to taste them. To drain them before they could go back to their boring lives.
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Post by spuffycrusade83 on Aug 20, 2007 13:12:08 GMT -5
Battling with her demon instincts, she took all that he offered. Every single drop of blood vital to her newly born creature. The more blood it took, the more she healed. And she had to have every crucial tear and rip. Every shake. Every taste.................
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Post by spuffycrusade83 on Aug 20, 2007 13:16:52 GMT -5
Humans were nothing to her, but prey. They were useless in life and they would be in death. She had no desire to help their pitiful existence. The only feeling she had for them was to feed, duck, and kill. Then she would either turn them or just let their bodies fall with a dull thud. She could discard the rest and then get violent. That's when the pain comes. Pain and pleasure. They work like two hands on one stone. For vampires. As for the humans? They took no amount of pleasure off of it. They got nothing out of it. They were sheep. Only good to be fucked, to be fed, to be drained. That's all they really were.
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Post by spuffycrusade83 on Aug 20, 2007 13:20:36 GMT -5
She was aware that she had an audience. The crowd allowed her through, making a line on either sides of her. Her overly exposed curves had men oggling her, eating her up. 'Like you should.................' Buffy's eyes stopped at a boy too busy with his girlfriend to notice her. She promised to make it painful for him.
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Post by spuffycrusade83 on Aug 20, 2007 18:34:09 GMT -5
She was poised to strike at his neck, the sweet blood calling to her. Inviting her to take a bite. It was whirling in hott bubles, the temptations too strong. She struck like a rattlesnake, holding him steady. Getting that last drop to spill into her cold mouth. And it made her insides burn, heave, churn, and crawl. Crawl like worms. She shook him again. To finish her latest catch. And to watch as his body grow cold. Cold and still...................
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