Nocturnal Bravura Book Three: Children Of Destiny
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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
24
Views:
2,325
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Just What I Needed
Just What I Needed
Thunk,
Thunk,
Thunk...
The sound pounded in the vampire’s ears. A burning within consumed it.
Thunk,
Thunk,
Thunk...
Rage, anger, hunger consumed its every thought and emotion.
Thunk,
Thunk,
Thunk...
Nothing made the sound go away...
*
Riley Finn walked to his car. He was a bit buzzed from too many beers with his frat buddies. He knew Samantha was going to be pissed when he came home smelling like a brewery.
He paused and looked around, feeling as if someone was watching him. He spun around, looking for the person, but saw nothing. He picked up his pace walking toward his car. Finally, he fumbled with his keys and clumsily opened the door. Sighing in relief he stepped into his car and locked the doors. He laughed at himself.
“Jesus, a grown man and still afraid of the dark.” He thought.
Riley started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. He pulled onto the main road, fiddling with his radio.
Not seeing the figure crouched down in the backseat...
Riley looked at his rear view mirror wanting to get into the right hand lane. He whipped his head back around, beginning to drift into that lane.
He screamed suddenly, feeling a shooting pain on his neck. Looking in the rear view mirror again, he watched in horror as two gashes appeared there.
Riley tried to grab his neck. His tried to turn his head and look behind him. He screamed, seeing a demon like creature holding him tightly.
“NOOOO!” Riley lost control of the car.
Thunk
Thunk
Th.....
Finally the deafening sound was no more. The vampire finally felt sated. The sweet taste of blood spiced with terror flowed through him; reenergizing his senses. He smiled with pride as he felt the young man’s life slip away. The car slowed until to came to a complete stop.
The vampire smiled wickedly and thought to himself. “Just what I needed.”
*
The vampire watched the car as it sank into the lake.
He had disposed of the body after he had commandeered his victim’s clothes. They were a bit loose and stank to heaven of beer, but at least the shoes fit. He stood there on the shore, his eyes transfixed by the bubbles that rose from the sinking car.
Suddenly he heard a rustling in the trees. The vampire turned, straining to hear a heart beat. Nothing pounded against his ears. He heard the gasp of a creature and swiftly ran toward the sound. Before the creature could even blink, the vampire was upon it, grabbing its shirt and shifting into his demon visage.
“Master!” The wretched creature cried out piteously.
He loosened his hold, realizing that he had captured a fellow vampire. “Master? Is that what you called me?” He demanded.
“Yes Master, my name is Jesse.” The other vampire explained. He fell to his knees bowing his head in homage. “They said you were gone. I did not want to believe it. I knew it was not true. You were too great and powerful to be eliminated.” Jesse groveled.
“You know me?”
Jesse looked up at him questioningly. “Yes, of course. You are the Master. The only true Master of the Hellmouth.”
He closed his eyes as his body began to shake. “What’s my name?”
“Sir?” Poor Jesse was confused by his manner.
“WHAT IS MY BLOODY NAME?” The vampire screamed.
Jesse whimpered in fear. “Spike, Master. Your name is Spike.”
He saw a bulge in Jesse shirt pocket. He felt the object, smiling. A pack of cigarettes. He pulled it out, along with the trembling vampire’s lighter. He lit a cigarette and inhaled the smoke deeply into his dead lungs.
Slowly, he exhaled and smiled evilly.
“Spike, that sounds about right....”
Thunk,
Thunk,
Thunk...
The sound pounded in the vampire’s ears. A burning within consumed it.
Thunk,
Thunk,
Thunk...
Rage, anger, hunger consumed its every thought and emotion.
Thunk,
Thunk,
Thunk...
Nothing made the sound go away...
*
Riley Finn walked to his car. He was a bit buzzed from too many beers with his frat buddies. He knew Samantha was going to be pissed when he came home smelling like a brewery.
He paused and looked around, feeling as if someone was watching him. He spun around, looking for the person, but saw nothing. He picked up his pace walking toward his car. Finally, he fumbled with his keys and clumsily opened the door. Sighing in relief he stepped into his car and locked the doors. He laughed at himself.
“Jesus, a grown man and still afraid of the dark.” He thought.
Riley started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. He pulled onto the main road, fiddling with his radio.
Not seeing the figure crouched down in the backseat...
Riley looked at his rear view mirror wanting to get into the right hand lane. He whipped his head back around, beginning to drift into that lane.
He screamed suddenly, feeling a shooting pain on his neck. Looking in the rear view mirror again, he watched in horror as two gashes appeared there.
Riley tried to grab his neck. His tried to turn his head and look behind him. He screamed, seeing a demon like creature holding him tightly.
“NOOOO!” Riley lost control of the car.
Thunk
Thunk
Th.....
Finally the deafening sound was no more. The vampire finally felt sated. The sweet taste of blood spiced with terror flowed through him; reenergizing his senses. He smiled with pride as he felt the young man’s life slip away. The car slowed until to came to a complete stop.
The vampire smiled wickedly and thought to himself. “Just what I needed.”
*
The vampire watched the car as it sank into the lake.
He had disposed of the body after he had commandeered his victim’s clothes. They were a bit loose and stank to heaven of beer, but at least the shoes fit. He stood there on the shore, his eyes transfixed by the bubbles that rose from the sinking car.
Suddenly he heard a rustling in the trees. The vampire turned, straining to hear a heart beat. Nothing pounded against his ears. He heard the gasp of a creature and swiftly ran toward the sound. Before the creature could even blink, the vampire was upon it, grabbing its shirt and shifting into his demon visage.
“Master!” The wretched creature cried out piteously.
He loosened his hold, realizing that he had captured a fellow vampire. “Master? Is that what you called me?” He demanded.
“Yes Master, my name is Jesse.” The other vampire explained. He fell to his knees bowing his head in homage. “They said you were gone. I did not want to believe it. I knew it was not true. You were too great and powerful to be eliminated.” Jesse groveled.
“You know me?”
Jesse looked up at him questioningly. “Yes, of course. You are the Master. The only true Master of the Hellmouth.”
He closed his eyes as his body began to shake. “What’s my name?”
“Sir?” Poor Jesse was confused by his manner.
“WHAT IS MY BLOODY NAME?” The vampire screamed.
Jesse whimpered in fear. “Spike, Master. Your name is Spike.”
He saw a bulge in Jesse shirt pocket. He felt the object, smiling. A pack of cigarettes. He pulled it out, along with the trembling vampire’s lighter. He lit a cigarette and inhaled the smoke deeply into his dead lungs.
Slowly, he exhaled and smiled evilly.
“Spike, that sounds about right....”