New Beginnings

Chapter 15
Blood Hunt


“I declare blood hunt,” Julian had said. “Upon Cyril James Beacham for breaking the commandment of our masquerade. He will be hunted down and his blood will strengthen us.”


James growled in frustration. His spy told him, he was marked for a blood hunt. A bloody, blood hunt. All his plans ruined by a girl. . He had heard of this Slayer of vampires. But she must be a figment of imagination, because no human is that strong. Julian’s whore is going to wish, she had not messed with the wrong guy, fumed James. How dare she interfere, with what wasn’t her business. “It should be mine,” he hissed, his blue eyes turning gray.


In the midst of the fighting, Buffy’s cell phone rang. “Hello,” she answered breathlessly. “I am kinda busy,” she said to Daedalus, responding to his require of how she was doing. Then Daedalus proceeded to tell her, why he contacted her.


Dodging several primitive, she ran over to the van. “What are you trying to tell me, that the Major bad is missing. You don’t think he left town?’” she asked. “Excuse a sec,” she said into the phone. Putting gently on the van’s top, she grabbed the primitive that was sneaking, behind her. “Oh no, you don’t,” she muttered, throwing it to one side, as she grabbed a gun, firing it rapidly at several figure.


Peering, from around the van, making sure she was alone, she grabbed the phone and said, “Speak fast, I don’t know how much longer, I get before I get distracted again.” Why would you think he would be looking for me,” she asked. “Mmuff,” she said, as a primitive hits her from behind.


Sasha grabbed the primitive and threw him across the room, as another rushed towards her. She hooked her foot behind his and took his leg from under him.


Buffy nodded her head in thanks.


“Okay, I will be careful,” she muttered in the phone. Then she jumped in the fray. How weird life is, Buffy thought. When she had first met Daedalus, his appearance was off putting, and she couldn’t ignore his differences. It reminded her too much of Sunnydale’s Remnants. But his difference was what made him special. And during the few weeks, she had known him, he became a mentor, almost like Giles.


All over the building, as the phosphorus made contact with each primitive, screams of pain echoed throughout the room, as the transformation back into Kindred takes place.


Thirty minutes later, Kindred staggered out the building, not sure, why they were in a warehouse in the first place. With the help of Sasha and several Gangrel, they were ushered into waiting vehicle, while Buffy, watched silently in the now empty building.


Sensing a strong power coming from the shadows, she said. “What is it about bad guys and warehouse? Why can’t they go to a nice mansion or the mall? Yes, I rather be in a mall right now, sipping on a cool vanilla mocha frappacino,” she said, peering into the now dark room. Shadows had formed, making the once bright and airy room, dark and foreboding


“Five years of research,” said James, walking out of the shadows. “Down the drain.”


“Yea, yea, cry me river why don’t you,” said Buffy, taunting him. “You must be the major bad.” She hesitated, measuring him for a moment.


With pre-natural speed, James grabbed her by the throat. “Bitch,” he growled. “Who are you to take away my glory,” he said tightening his fingers. With one hand, he lifts her up until her feet dangle helplessly off the floor.


Buffy fought every instinct to struggle. She gasped, forcing air into her lungs. “Gee your worse nightmare,” she croaked.


He flung her aside like a disposable rag. She bounced across the floor, rolling into a corner. Buffy shook her head slowly, trying to clear it


Gritting his teeth, James demanded as he stalked towards her. “Who are you to be meddling in my business little girl,” he said, his hands, now claws. With his claws, he slashed at Buffy. She dodges his arm and dive side ways. She then hooked her foot behind his and took his leg from under him.


“Gee, someone doesn’t know who I am.” Buffy spun around and did a drop kick towards James.


He back flip twice and was speared on a wrought iron.


“Bu-bye,” she said turning from the impaled body. That was easy, she thought.


She senses someone behind her. . She spun around going on the defenses. James grabbed her, throwing across the room, knocking her through a wall. Dizzily she got on her feet, crawling a few paces. She shook her head, trying the clear the ringing in her ears. Blood dripped from the several lacerations on her arm and face. She got up slowly, her knees creaking, like an older person.


She paused a few moments wiping the blood off her face, got up and looked cautiously around.


A growl sounded behind her. She spun around, but James grabbed her by the shoulder and slammed her to the ground. She made at grab at him, but he was too fast.


He picked her up by her neck and threw her five feet away.


“Crap,” she said, going for a discarded gun. She fires the gun, all the she heard was the sound of the empty chamber. “I guess I have to do this the old fashion way,” she said making a running leap at James. But James ran in the opposite direction. He paused slightly, eyeing the second level. He gave a big leap and landed on the second floor balcony.


Buffy did a running somersault, but only managed to grab a piece of the floor. She grunted, pushing herself over with one hand over the other. Her breath coming in ragged pants. “I am out of shape,” she moaned.
She paused, hands on her hip, breathing deeply. Then she gives chase. “Don’t make me chase you,” she yelled at James retreating figure.


But James ignored her. “I guess, he wants to race,” she muttered, running after him. She did a flying leap, managing to grab hold of one foot. But he shook her off.


She grabbed at him again, but James ran jumping down one level. Up, down, Buffy muttered. “Make up your mind!” She yelled running after him. He was waiting for her. “So, you decided to stop running.”


James turned to face Buffy, then he attacked. She blocks his hand with a sidekick, then follow through with an additional side kick to his head.


“Who are you,” he growled. Although bleeding, he was by no means weakened.


“I am Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and you are dust,” she said, her face full of resolve and strength,


“No, you are nothing,” he hissed, his lips thinned with irritation. “ But there is one thing I do know and that is you are important to Luna, and what’s important to him, is important to me,” he said grapping her by the hair. His canines lengthen. “But before I kill you, I am going break you and feast on your blood,” he rumbled, licking an open wound on her head. “Mmm, spicy.” He arched her neck, scraping his canines across her neck.


Panic flooded Buffy as cold sweat welled across her face, to mingle with the blood. Feeling that Buffy was loosing strength, Julian sends a wave of strength through their link.


^ Hold on. ^


With Julian’s added strength, she pushed him away, stumbling back slightly. Then Julian came out of the shadows a low roar of anger rumbled from his throat.


“Julian!” Buffy exclaimed, not really surprised to see him.


“He is mine,” he snarled, his face creased to create a menacing scowl, his teeth elongated to become a deadly weapon. His senses doubled. He was a predator.


Blinking, the sweat and blood out of his eyes, James crouched on the floor, his clothes torn, his body a mass of bruises and cuts.


With a roar, James ran straight at Julian. “I’d rather fight you anyway,” he said, punching at him. Julian deflects it with, and out to out block right roundhouse kick to James’s head. James then drives a right elbow into Julian’s solar plexus.


Whoosh was the sound Julian made, as the breath expelled from his body. James followed that by a right hand to the groin.


Julian howled, grabbing his abused parts. Buffy could feel the surprise and pain of the attack. ^‘Whoa. What’s going on here?’^ She quickly looked at Julian. ‘Nah, I am imagining things.’


“I am just warming up,” James said, dancing away and coming back to drive another elbow to Julian’s jaw. He stepped away and delivered a right side kick to Julian midsection. He then grabbed Julian around the midsection, squeezing tight.


Julian grunted. He step slightly to his left in a low stance, then he throw up both elbows sharply, catching James in his mouth. Blood gush everyway.


“Yu boke my tooth!” said James, incredulously, his voice a lisp. “Uo tuclly boke it!” He cupped his mouth, using his tongue to search for the broken tooth, spitting it out, amidst salvia and blood.


“I will be breaking, a lot more if you allow me,” Julian said, dancing on his feet like a boxer, waiting for his next shot. . He made a running leap at James on all fours. James countered with a dropped front kick.


Snarling, Julian blocked the kick. His eyes gleaming and teeth bare, his canine, gleamed in the light of the moon. Julian charged James. Both males lunged at each other with a ferocious battle cry. “Ventrue” growled Julian. “Brujah,” roared James.


Both men shape shifted into a wolf form. Feral and vicious, tearing at each other with teeth and claws. The air around them became pungent with the scent of blood and sweat. Mesmerized, Buffy watched as the men battled each other. The eroticism of the dance, the retreat, the parry and thrust. She felt her panties moisten. She shuddered delicately.


James was getting tired, and he couldn’t maintain the image of a wolf, he shape shifted back into a human. Breathing heavily, he lay stunned on the floor, naked as the day he was born. He had several cuts and bruises all over his body and he was bleeding heavily. He was in agony. Dazed, he staggered up to Julian, who had shifted back. But Julian stopped him with a sidekick to the side of his head.


James staggered back. He shook his head trying the clear it, but Julian saw an opening. He attacked James with a left roundhouse kick and then James counters with a right–spinning kick. James hit Julian with a right roundhouse kick, and then Julian counters with a simultaneous left middle block and punch. They did that for a while, both trading blows, not giving an inch.


“First you tried to take over my business, and then you tried to kill my woman,” said Julian, his fury mounted, raging through him like red-hot fire.


Whimpering, James staggered back drunkenly.


Baring his fangs, Julian ran shape shifting into a wolf rushing the defenseless man. He grabbed him with his sharp teeth around his neck. The hot tangy taste of blood exploded into his mouth. The wolf ripped into James throat with a storm of blood and power.


With blood dripping down his muzzle, Julian howled.


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Across town in a basement laboratory, two men was frantically shoving papers into a shredder, when Sonny and Frank burst into the room and confiscated evidence of the takeover and the formula for the virus.


“I’ll take that,” said Sonny, reaching gingerly for a vial filled with a white liquid, his hands covered by gloves.


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Nude, his eyes glowed with a savage inner fire Julian stalked over to Buffy.




AN/: WARNING, WARNING. The next chapter is a graphic Nc17, for sexual intimacy.