Blood Sugar Sex Magick
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BtVS Crossovers › BtVS/Smallville
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
2,503
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0
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Currently Reading:
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Blood Sugar Sex Magick
Blood, Sugar, and Sex Magick
Prologue
"C'mon Sandra, don't be a wuss. Baldie won't even know we've been here." Bobby said.
She felt the puppy dog eyes even though she couldn't see them. The teenager couldn't help smiling in spite of her annoyance.
It was the eyes that got her, always got her. They were the reason she decided to sneak on the Luthor property on this clear summer night.
They were the reason she was standing in the shadows naked, savoring the hot August heat against her bare skin.
Sandra knew Bobby was just trying to be romantic: All summer they'd attempted to lose their virginity but something always got in the way. Parents deciding that a trip to Metropolis wasn't a good idea, bratty siblings interrupting, police officers shining flashlights into Bobby's pick-up truck; it was enough to make her think the fates were against them.
So here they were. They couldn't afford a motel room, or a bus ticket anywhere. Cornfields were itchy and the park frequently patrolled so those two options were out. Sneaking onto the castle grounds seemed to be the best idea. They'd waited until that Kent boy came to make his deliveries, and snuck in after him. Sure, Luthor probably had security cameras and the like, but that never seemed to stop all the folks who wanted to kill him in the past. All they wanted to do was get it on, so hopefully fate would work in their favor. Sandra took a deep breath, and walked out from behind the trees.
"You're beautiful." Bobby breathed. He too was standing, his farmer body gleaming in the moonlight. He was beautiful and no one would ever tell her anything different. She loved him, and would always love him. Ever since kindergarten.
"You're not so bad yourself." She said, laughing and blushing.
Bobby, ever thoughtful, had laid out a flannel blanket covered with rose petals. There were candles too, bordering the blanket and giving the little clearing a sexy glow. Swallowing her courage, she walked toward the boy she loved. 15 wasn't too young to know what you want, she thought. I love him, and he loves me.
Bobby's look of love slipped, replaced by terror.
"What the hell is that?" He yelped.
Sandra turned to see what the fuss was about. It was a monster, which, she had to admit didn't faze her that much. This was Smallville, after all.
When the thing reached out with a giant hand and started crushing the life out of her, that's when she got scared. The monster pulled her up until her feet weren't touching the ground. Aww fuck, I'm gonna die a virgin, was her last thought as the creature broke her neck.
The demon bled the frail female while his brother took care of the male. Blood was precious: they needed it to open the portal. In 3 days, when the moon was full and fat, they would perform the ceremony. The vessel, chosen at birth for his strength and power, would embody the spirit of their God. And the God wouldn't have mercy for anyone's soul.
Prologue
"C'mon Sandra, don't be a wuss. Baldie won't even know we've been here." Bobby said.
She felt the puppy dog eyes even though she couldn't see them. The teenager couldn't help smiling in spite of her annoyance.
It was the eyes that got her, always got her. They were the reason she decided to sneak on the Luthor property on this clear summer night.
They were the reason she was standing in the shadows naked, savoring the hot August heat against her bare skin.
Sandra knew Bobby was just trying to be romantic: All summer they'd attempted to lose their virginity but something always got in the way. Parents deciding that a trip to Metropolis wasn't a good idea, bratty siblings interrupting, police officers shining flashlights into Bobby's pick-up truck; it was enough to make her think the fates were against them.
So here they were. They couldn't afford a motel room, or a bus ticket anywhere. Cornfields were itchy and the park frequently patrolled so those two options were out. Sneaking onto the castle grounds seemed to be the best idea. They'd waited until that Kent boy came to make his deliveries, and snuck in after him. Sure, Luthor probably had security cameras and the like, but that never seemed to stop all the folks who wanted to kill him in the past. All they wanted to do was get it on, so hopefully fate would work in their favor. Sandra took a deep breath, and walked out from behind the trees.
"You're beautiful." Bobby breathed. He too was standing, his farmer body gleaming in the moonlight. He was beautiful and no one would ever tell her anything different. She loved him, and would always love him. Ever since kindergarten.
"You're not so bad yourself." She said, laughing and blushing.
Bobby, ever thoughtful, had laid out a flannel blanket covered with rose petals. There were candles too, bordering the blanket and giving the little clearing a sexy glow. Swallowing her courage, she walked toward the boy she loved. 15 wasn't too young to know what you want, she thought. I love him, and he loves me.
Bobby's look of love slipped, replaced by terror.
"What the hell is that?" He yelped.
Sandra turned to see what the fuss was about. It was a monster, which, she had to admit didn't faze her that much. This was Smallville, after all.
When the thing reached out with a giant hand and started crushing the life out of her, that's when she got scared. The monster pulled her up until her feet weren't touching the ground. Aww fuck, I'm gonna die a virgin, was her last thought as the creature broke her neck.
The demon bled the frail female while his brother took care of the male. Blood was precious: they needed it to open the portal. In 3 days, when the moon was full and fat, they would perform the ceremony. The vessel, chosen at birth for his strength and power, would embody the spirit of their God. And the God wouldn't have mercy for anyone's soul.