Nocturnal Bravura Book Three: Children Of Destiny
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Nocturnal Bravura Book Three: Children Of Destiny
Nocturnal Bravura Book Three:
Children Of Destiny
Very AU: Long ago they were just children. A set of twin boys, one shy and reserved; the other, all passion and fire. Both in love with the beautiful girl across the street. Teenagers innocent, dancing through life experiences, the joy and sorrows of it all. Then destiny came into play. Then the darkness. Now the shy boy has become The Slayer, the man that demons fear. The girl a vampire tortured by the darkness of her sins. And the other one, a memory that haunts them every moment of their existence. The past, present and future collide in this is the final book in the trilogy of Nocturnal Bravura.
Authors Note: A lot of blood-play, darkness freaky/kinky and angst and VERY NC-17. Not suitable for viewers under age. Not your typical Buffy or Spike. This will have flashbacks. I will give you warnings when the blood-play comes. This Book however will be filled with much more violence and graphic scenes.
One More Thing: Book 3 will not make sense to you unless you go back and read book one and two. Sorry. I know people like to jump in the middle but trust me you will be scratching you head if you don’t.
Nocturnal Bravura : def
Nocturnal -from Latin nocturnes ; of, relating to, or occurring in the night
Bravura- Italian, meaning 'skill or bravery'; a musical performance that displays a bold and an extraordinary display of technique.
Chapter One
Beta'd By Spikeslovebite
The Claim
Lizzie straddled William’s window sill. She loved to sit there and watch him sleep.
She had hurt him again. She hated it when she hurt him. She knew it always did when she held back, but she couldn’t let him see it. She was still too ashamed.
She trusted William more than anything in the world; it was herself she did not trust.
William wanted it. She could see it in his eyes. He had made her his world the night they took those vows in the abandoned church. All he wanted was for her to make him hers....
FLASHBACK~EARLIER THAT NIGHT
__________________________________________________________________
The cemetery was quiet. Very few vamps were out.
The couple’s opinions of the stillness differed greatly.
Quiet meant peace to William. It meant he did not have to fight. He could just spend time walking around with Lizzie. Holding her hand, talking to her, kissing her lips...
Quiet meant plotting to Lizzie.
She felt something inside her. Something was stirring in the darkness. It was if the demon community was waiting for something to happen. Waiting for a new Master to come and dispose of the powerful Slayer. That only made Lizzie even more nervous. She could not lose William. Not her perfect William. Not the way she lost Spike....
Lizzie stopped walking, the thought alone terrified her.
“Something the matter Luv?” William asked.
She shook her head then grabbed William and kissed him forcefully. He wrapped his arms around her, trying to gauge what caused her sudden action.
Lizzie pulled back. “Take me home.”
When they finally stood in William’s room, their hands frantically clawed at each other’s clothing, trying to rid themselves of the impediments.
“Lizzie, please we should talk...” William moaned. He was quickly losing control under her touch.
“Talk later.” Lizzie said, licking down his chest as she pulled off his shirt.
“I can’t think when you‘re like this” He whispered.
“That‘s the point.” She whispered.
William’s right hand wandered down her to her breast and gently played with the cotton that covered it. She moaned again as William kissed her.
She put both her hands around his neck. William shifted and rolled her onto the bed. He continued to kiss her mercilessly. William removed her clothes, his hand moved up her thigh. Lizzie closed her eyes and rested the top of her head on William’s chest.
He looked at her naked body, completely enthralled by the beauty of it. Lizzie’s unnecessary breath became labored. William kissed her mouth again before moving to her neck then down to her breast.
Lizzie’s bit back a cry of pleasure, drunk from of the feel of his hot mouth on her. He went to her other breast and gave it the same loving treatment that he had afforded the other one. She suddenly began to purr.
Closing her eyes tightly, she fought to control her demon from emerging.
“Please, Lizzie. Let it out. I love you. I love all of you.” William whispered, tracing her face lightly with his fingers.
Lizzie shook her head. She grabbed him and pulled him down onto the bed, throwing her leg over his and sinking down on him.
“Oh God, Lizzie.” William murmured. He tried to keep in control as Lizzie's body surrendered to his will time and time again. They were in perfect rhythm with each other. Both grunting and moaning in pleasure. They were completely lost in each other as their bodies found their own way to communicate to each other.
She braced her hands on his chest, feeling the pressure inside her begin to shift and ripple. Biting her lower lip and panting, she increased her body’s movement against his. Her eyes were shut tight as she savored his hard length plunging up into her.
William took her face in his hands. “No, don’t close your eyes. Baby, looked at me.” He commanded. Lizzie slowly opened her eyes as her body continued its climb.
“Do it.” He begged, tilting his head to the side and exposing his neck to her.
Her eyes flickered golden green as they locked on his throat for one lustful heartbeat before she shook her head in denial. Throwing her head back, Lizzie clenched her inner muscles, reaching her peak and causing William to gasp and lose control shortly afterwards.
*
They lay in bed holding each other. William stared up at the ceiling.
“I’m Sorry, Will. I just can’t.” she whispered.
“I’m trying to understand Lizzie. I really am; but every time you refuse, it just reminds me.” William said, holding her tightly.
“I love you Will.”
“I love you too.”
END OF FLASHBACK
________________________________________________________________
Lizzie was about to leave when she saw William’s eyes open slightly. He smiled at her reaching out for his love.
She smiled and climbed back into the room, knowing she was forgiven. He always forgave her. She jumped onto William bed, sighing as he wrapped his arms around her.
“William, I never mean to hurt you. You know that, right?” she begged.
William kissed the top of her head. “I know. I understand; I swear I do. I don’t know why I keep asking for it. I just keep thinking maybe one day you’ll just do it.” he said quietly.
“If I do then you’re bound to me forever. I can’t do that to you. Not when you still have a chance for a normal life. I know you love me. I know you never want to go, but I already feel guilty for so much.” Lizzie replied.
William turned her around to face him. “One of these days you will get it through your head that I am not going anywhere.”
Lizzie looked at him seriously. “And one of these days, Will; you’ll stop feeling so insecure about Spike.” Lizzie said.
William closed his eyes then opened them slowly. He touched the marks on her neck. “I know it’s stupid. His blood flows through you. These marks are what make you his. What could I ever give you that could compare to that?”
“It’s not a competition Will. His blood is your blood also. You have given me so much. I love you, William; separate from anything I feel for Spike. You know that.” Lizzie said, kissing his lips.
William kissed her eyes closed and smiled. “I know.”
*
After William had fallen asleep, Lizzie walked back to her crypt. She knew William would have preferred her to stay the night, but she was feeling restless. On nights like these she would find herself wandering around town. Just taking in the night as she tried to make sense of her strange existence.
Sometimes though she would find herself here...
The banquet hall of the mansion. The room where it all happened. It always seemed so much bigger to her now than it had back then. She could still smell the tangy stench of spilled blood. It clung to the walls and floor. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew of the carnage she had caused in this room; feasting on the blood of her victims.
At times she could hear the echoes of their screams.
They haunted her but not as much as the image of her dark Master. She could almost see him there; sitting in front of her, beckoning her to come closer. She could hear the growl of her demon’s mate in the shadows of her mind. It always made her tremble.
In fear.
In desire.
In want.
William was right. A part of Lizzie would always belong to Spike. Being claimed was like nothing in this world she had ever felt. It calmed at times, the protection of being the only claimed mate to the fallen Master of the Hellmouth. Her safety depended on it. No one dared touched her.
If she had claimed William she would lose that. It would make her vulnerable. That was the argument that usually kept William from despair.
The other reason was that Lizzie didn’t want him to feel what she felt. She was afraid to claim William because then he would know what she felt. There were times when her demon would cry out for its mate. Painful, wretched howls deep within that nothing, not even William’s touch, could comfort. The longing and the hunger for its other half tore through her when she was in pain or when she needed to calm herself from frenzy. But her mate was gone. Nothing could soothe that rage. She learned to adapt. Found other ways of dealing with it. But it was constantly there, howling within her.
If something happened to her, William would carry those feelings with him somehow. And then he would know.
He would know how much of Spike still resided in Lizzie.
Lizzie looked around the room. The remnants of the statue that took Spike out of this world still lay there. She didn’t want to hurt William. He claimed to understand her reluctance in claiming him, but she knew he really didn’t. It wasn’t just her demon. It was their love. The love she had shared with Spike. The claim was all she had left of it now.
Lizzie choked back a sudden flood of tears. She touched a piece of rubble and closed her eyes.
“You may be gone, my love; but never forgotten. I’ll love you for eternity, Spike”
She turned and began to walk away. Stopping for a moment, she looked over her shoulder then closed her eyes again, whispering into the wind. As if perhaps hoping that wherever he was, Spike could hear.
“Though lovers be lost, love shall not. And death shall have no dominion.”
Lizzie walked out of the mansion. Absentmindedly she began to stroke at the bite marks on her neck again. Soon she was lost in the shadows of the night, her soft voice echoing behind her.
Inside the mansion, an unnatural wind began to blow and spin around the banquet hall; picking up speed as it blew over the broken statue. A small whirlwind formed at the statues base. Suddenly, a stream of blue light arced out of the remains, becoming brighter with every passing moment.
Children Of Destiny
Very AU: Long ago they were just children. A set of twin boys, one shy and reserved; the other, all passion and fire. Both in love with the beautiful girl across the street. Teenagers innocent, dancing through life experiences, the joy and sorrows of it all. Then destiny came into play. Then the darkness. Now the shy boy has become The Slayer, the man that demons fear. The girl a vampire tortured by the darkness of her sins. And the other one, a memory that haunts them every moment of their existence. The past, present and future collide in this is the final book in the trilogy of Nocturnal Bravura.
Authors Note: A lot of blood-play, darkness freaky/kinky and angst and VERY NC-17. Not suitable for viewers under age. Not your typical Buffy or Spike. This will have flashbacks. I will give you warnings when the blood-play comes. This Book however will be filled with much more violence and graphic scenes.
One More Thing: Book 3 will not make sense to you unless you go back and read book one and two. Sorry. I know people like to jump in the middle but trust me you will be scratching you head if you don’t.
Nocturnal Bravura : def
Nocturnal -from Latin nocturnes ; of, relating to, or occurring in the night
Bravura- Italian, meaning 'skill or bravery'; a musical performance that displays a bold and an extraordinary display of technique.
Chapter One
Beta'd By Spikeslovebite
The Claim
Lizzie straddled William’s window sill. She loved to sit there and watch him sleep.
She had hurt him again. She hated it when she hurt him. She knew it always did when she held back, but she couldn’t let him see it. She was still too ashamed.
She trusted William more than anything in the world; it was herself she did not trust.
William wanted it. She could see it in his eyes. He had made her his world the night they took those vows in the abandoned church. All he wanted was for her to make him hers....
FLASHBACK~EARLIER THAT NIGHT
__________________________________________________________________
The cemetery was quiet. Very few vamps were out.
The couple’s opinions of the stillness differed greatly.
Quiet meant peace to William. It meant he did not have to fight. He could just spend time walking around with Lizzie. Holding her hand, talking to her, kissing her lips...
Quiet meant plotting to Lizzie.
She felt something inside her. Something was stirring in the darkness. It was if the demon community was waiting for something to happen. Waiting for a new Master to come and dispose of the powerful Slayer. That only made Lizzie even more nervous. She could not lose William. Not her perfect William. Not the way she lost Spike....
Lizzie stopped walking, the thought alone terrified her.
“Something the matter Luv?” William asked.
She shook her head then grabbed William and kissed him forcefully. He wrapped his arms around her, trying to gauge what caused her sudden action.
Lizzie pulled back. “Take me home.”
When they finally stood in William’s room, their hands frantically clawed at each other’s clothing, trying to rid themselves of the impediments.
“Lizzie, please we should talk...” William moaned. He was quickly losing control under her touch.
“Talk later.” Lizzie said, licking down his chest as she pulled off his shirt.
“I can’t think when you‘re like this” He whispered.
“That‘s the point.” She whispered.
William’s right hand wandered down her to her breast and gently played with the cotton that covered it. She moaned again as William kissed her.
She put both her hands around his neck. William shifted and rolled her onto the bed. He continued to kiss her mercilessly. William removed her clothes, his hand moved up her thigh. Lizzie closed her eyes and rested the top of her head on William’s chest.
He looked at her naked body, completely enthralled by the beauty of it. Lizzie’s unnecessary breath became labored. William kissed her mouth again before moving to her neck then down to her breast.
Lizzie’s bit back a cry of pleasure, drunk from of the feel of his hot mouth on her. He went to her other breast and gave it the same loving treatment that he had afforded the other one. She suddenly began to purr.
Closing her eyes tightly, she fought to control her demon from emerging.
“Please, Lizzie. Let it out. I love you. I love all of you.” William whispered, tracing her face lightly with his fingers.
Lizzie shook her head. She grabbed him and pulled him down onto the bed, throwing her leg over his and sinking down on him.
“Oh God, Lizzie.” William murmured. He tried to keep in control as Lizzie's body surrendered to his will time and time again. They were in perfect rhythm with each other. Both grunting and moaning in pleasure. They were completely lost in each other as their bodies found their own way to communicate to each other.
She braced her hands on his chest, feeling the pressure inside her begin to shift and ripple. Biting her lower lip and panting, she increased her body’s movement against his. Her eyes were shut tight as she savored his hard length plunging up into her.
William took her face in his hands. “No, don’t close your eyes. Baby, looked at me.” He commanded. Lizzie slowly opened her eyes as her body continued its climb.
“Do it.” He begged, tilting his head to the side and exposing his neck to her.
Her eyes flickered golden green as they locked on his throat for one lustful heartbeat before she shook her head in denial. Throwing her head back, Lizzie clenched her inner muscles, reaching her peak and causing William to gasp and lose control shortly afterwards.
*
They lay in bed holding each other. William stared up at the ceiling.
“I’m Sorry, Will. I just can’t.” she whispered.
“I’m trying to understand Lizzie. I really am; but every time you refuse, it just reminds me.” William said, holding her tightly.
“I love you Will.”
“I love you too.”
END OF FLASHBACK
________________________________________________________________
Lizzie was about to leave when she saw William’s eyes open slightly. He smiled at her reaching out for his love.
She smiled and climbed back into the room, knowing she was forgiven. He always forgave her. She jumped onto William bed, sighing as he wrapped his arms around her.
“William, I never mean to hurt you. You know that, right?” she begged.
William kissed the top of her head. “I know. I understand; I swear I do. I don’t know why I keep asking for it. I just keep thinking maybe one day you’ll just do it.” he said quietly.
“If I do then you’re bound to me forever. I can’t do that to you. Not when you still have a chance for a normal life. I know you love me. I know you never want to go, but I already feel guilty for so much.” Lizzie replied.
William turned her around to face him. “One of these days you will get it through your head that I am not going anywhere.”
Lizzie looked at him seriously. “And one of these days, Will; you’ll stop feeling so insecure about Spike.” Lizzie said.
William closed his eyes then opened them slowly. He touched the marks on her neck. “I know it’s stupid. His blood flows through you. These marks are what make you his. What could I ever give you that could compare to that?”
“It’s not a competition Will. His blood is your blood also. You have given me so much. I love you, William; separate from anything I feel for Spike. You know that.” Lizzie said, kissing his lips.
William kissed her eyes closed and smiled. “I know.”
*
After William had fallen asleep, Lizzie walked back to her crypt. She knew William would have preferred her to stay the night, but she was feeling restless. On nights like these she would find herself wandering around town. Just taking in the night as she tried to make sense of her strange existence.
Sometimes though she would find herself here...
The banquet hall of the mansion. The room where it all happened. It always seemed so much bigger to her now than it had back then. She could still smell the tangy stench of spilled blood. It clung to the walls and floor. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew of the carnage she had caused in this room; feasting on the blood of her victims.
At times she could hear the echoes of their screams.
They haunted her but not as much as the image of her dark Master. She could almost see him there; sitting in front of her, beckoning her to come closer. She could hear the growl of her demon’s mate in the shadows of her mind. It always made her tremble.
In fear.
In desire.
In want.
William was right. A part of Lizzie would always belong to Spike. Being claimed was like nothing in this world she had ever felt. It calmed at times, the protection of being the only claimed mate to the fallen Master of the Hellmouth. Her safety depended on it. No one dared touched her.
If she had claimed William she would lose that. It would make her vulnerable. That was the argument that usually kept William from despair.
The other reason was that Lizzie didn’t want him to feel what she felt. She was afraid to claim William because then he would know what she felt. There were times when her demon would cry out for its mate. Painful, wretched howls deep within that nothing, not even William’s touch, could comfort. The longing and the hunger for its other half tore through her when she was in pain or when she needed to calm herself from frenzy. But her mate was gone. Nothing could soothe that rage. She learned to adapt. Found other ways of dealing with it. But it was constantly there, howling within her.
If something happened to her, William would carry those feelings with him somehow. And then he would know.
He would know how much of Spike still resided in Lizzie.
Lizzie looked around the room. The remnants of the statue that took Spike out of this world still lay there. She didn’t want to hurt William. He claimed to understand her reluctance in claiming him, but she knew he really didn’t. It wasn’t just her demon. It was their love. The love she had shared with Spike. The claim was all she had left of it now.
Lizzie choked back a sudden flood of tears. She touched a piece of rubble and closed her eyes.
“You may be gone, my love; but never forgotten. I’ll love you for eternity, Spike”
She turned and began to walk away. Stopping for a moment, she looked over her shoulder then closed her eyes again, whispering into the wind. As if perhaps hoping that wherever he was, Spike could hear.
“Though lovers be lost, love shall not. And death shall have no dominion.”
Lizzie walked out of the mansion. Absentmindedly she began to stroke at the bite marks on her neck again. Soon she was lost in the shadows of the night, her soft voice echoing behind her.
Inside the mansion, an unnatural wind began to blow and spin around the banquet hall; picking up speed as it blew over the broken statue. A small whirlwind formed at the statues base. Suddenly, a stream of blue light arced out of the remains, becoming brighter with every passing moment.