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Post by spuffycrusade83 on Aug 26, 2007 13:24:07 GMT -5
The night's still young as her auditory senses picked up a loud cricket's chirping and the scrubbing of loose dirt on the grassy ground. She waited for the thing to rise before driving the stake home. Breaking the skin, into the heart, and the crumbling of ashes flowing against the wind. Her hunger pried her out of her thoughts as she let loose several low growls. The sound clogged in the back of her vocal sensory, making her stomach rumble in agreement. And her to purr in contentment..........
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Post by spuffycrusade83 on Aug 26, 2007 13:30:19 GMT -5
Some stupid kid was bold enough to make a move on her. BIG mistake. And he was soon to learn it from first-hand-experience. She stripped a slab away the skin while she fed. Her hunger soon forgotten, she had dropped the dead body. Moving onto bigger territory. Family blood, cold torture, and violent sex. All worked hand in hand for her. That she would have her prize at the consumption of their blood. The sweet gore running down her own throat at a rapid pace. Never slowing and never ceasing............
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Post by spuffycrusade83 on Aug 26, 2007 13:35:18 GMT -5
The little demon spawn partied all night. Mostly on the druggies and preying on the naive. For their blood gave away a heavy ardor, tainted and rich. Strong; bitter; intense............ Only words to sum it all up. She had fun with the boys first. She played with them before she killed them, leaving no pity around to lie around.
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Post by spuffycrusade83 on Aug 26, 2007 13:38:13 GMT -5
She gave little scrubs to the childers, starved the minions, and played round 2 of the game. That was her soul's retribution. For the life they had boldly stripped out. Boldly sacrificed...........
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Post by spuffycrusade83 on Aug 26, 2007 13:43:14 GMT -5
Her kills had been brutal; swift. But some weren't so lucky and had the most painful death she could dish out. She wanted to wipe away the memories of her turning. And any line of her sire's had to be put out of their misery. Out of her's................ The fire didn't stop from there. She burned down every town with her sire's name. Every clan she'd come across. Whether it was half way around the world or even in Sunnydale. She would burn them all down.  |
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Post by spuffycrusade83 on Aug 26, 2007 13:50:17 GMT -5
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Post by spuffycrusade83 on Aug 26, 2007 14:02:02 GMT -5
She was apprehensive as she felt a sting against her neck. The long fangs pulled back only to dive in again. Taking 3 mouthfuls of her satisfying blood, he finally drew out. Buffy's lids closed and she could feel his own blood flowing into her throat. She gripped his wrist like steel, shaking it as she drank. And then a white light washed over her mind, turning into nothing.
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Post by spuffycrusade83 on Aug 26, 2007 14:07:18 GMT -5
Her stomach became mush as she was angled oddly on the bed. The monster had dragged his fangs all over her body, across sagging breasts to plump arteries. She felt disgusting as he continued his onslaught of verbal and physical assaults.
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Post by spuffycrusade83 on Aug 26, 2007 14:13:23 GMT -5
The warped animal had beat her down, tied her to the bed post, fucked her, and bit her. If the large fang marks were any indication............... She bit back, clawed at him, and tried to snap his neck. But all of it was to be thrown back into her face.
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Post by spuffycrusade83 on Aug 26, 2007 14:17:27 GMT -5
Dawn was approaching fast and she had to work up her pace. Propel herself to run faster. To get away from the peeking sun. Most vampires took off during this hour. To make a feeble attempt to shelter themselves from being sun "tanned." Or commonly known as the quickest and easiest way to die. Although, a good proper staking will do them good.
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Post by spuffycrusade83 on Aug 26, 2007 15:30:07 GMT -5
Her nose twitched to the nocturnal instincts of her demon. It growled at the different scents hitting its nostrils. The distinct smell of blood, death, and sex. She pulled at her shackles, exalting in the pain she could pick out. It gave their blood a drug like ambrosia. Made it "tastier.................." She yanked on the bonds, freeing her welted wrists. There was a large blood splot forming on one of them. And her feet. The spikes on the manacles caused them to hurt and bleed.
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Post by spuffycrusade83 on Aug 26, 2007 15:37:43 GMT -5
She prowed through the line of dancers, leather hugging her body. So many people to pick from. She sought out a drunk boy, wrapping her arms around his neck. Then she whispered seductively, "Wanna go somewhere more private. Less people. And more suitable.................?" The boy let her drag him off. To the back exit where she would reveal her true face. And that was it for him. He didn't have the time to scream before her fangs tore him open.
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Post by spuffycrusade83 on Aug 26, 2007 15:42:51 GMT -5
She put up a hard fought effort, but the vampire got to her before she could get to him. The stake fell out of her hand and clattered uselessly away. She circumbed to screaming at the top of her lungs and punching his chest repeatedly. But the vampire held firm and knocked her out. Next thing she woke up to was the smell of her own blood. It was grossing her out and she wanted to rush up and throw away the contents of earlier. Her digestive system refused to keep them down and she did throw up. Vomitted all over the clean sheets.
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Post by spuffycrusade83 on Aug 27, 2007 6:00:51 GMT -5
Her line of vision became fuzzy as she scanned the crowded Bronze. The combined smell of body heat and lust wafted to her nose. And she drank them in. Her body felt like dancing as it began to sway. She threw her arms over her head, moving slowly to the music. Unaware of a pair of eyes watching her. Studying her................
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Post by spuffycrusade83 on Aug 27, 2007 6:04:34 GMT -5
Spike sucked in unneeded air as he watched her. There was something off about her.
Buffy suddenly stopped. Her senses were going haywire. She lifted up her nose again to smell for something. Something she couldn't quite place................
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