Breaking a Slayer
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
50
Views:
10,507
Reviews:
19
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Chapter 50
Chapter 50
*
Angel and Spike roared up to the warehouse in the DeSoto. They jumped, snarling, from the car in full game face, ready to fight whomever tried to stand in their way.
Angel growled menacingly as they reached the door to the building. Buffy’s dried blood was spattered everywhere. The smell called his demon ever more to the surface as he stalked. He opened the door and smelled/saw the dead security guard on the floor.
Spike pushed past him and crouched at the man’s side as Angel stood guard, even though his preternatural hearing confirmed that there was no one left alive in the building. The guard was cold, and rigor had set in. Spike looked at his neck. It had been ripped out by very small fangs. Spike smelled Buffy on the man…smelled the gunpowder and knew that he’d shot her and spattered her blood across the floor. He hissed angrily. He rose to his feet and growled urgently at Angel, who gestured him to his flank as Angel took point going through the door at the end of the hall.
Spike gasped at the sight before them. Dead security guards were strewn about the floor like so much offal. Two had an arm completely ripped from their torsos. Three others had their faces and throats ripped to shreds.
Angel had moved to a rack of torture implements, and as Spike watched, his sire leaned over and picked up a cane from the floor, scenting it and growling with rage. Buffy’s blood coated it, Spike could smell the powerful aroma from all the way across the room. He moved to join Angel.
"Lilah," Angel growled. "I smell Lilah on this. She hurt Buffy." His voice was so low, the words were barely discernable, but the tone of the growls conveyed its own message to his childe.
"Looks like Buffy got away, though, Sire. And smells like Lilah got what was comin’ to her," Spike added, glancing at the blood that dripped an unsteady path to a different door than the one they’d come through.
"Buffy’s not here," Angel growled. "We have to track her."
Spike nodded assent. "Shouldn’t be hard, she’s left a trail of blood behind her."
Angel growled at that and sped toward the door, leaping over the bodies of the dead guards with ease. Spike followed, succumbing to his demon and moving instinctually into the Now of the Hunt without conscious thought.
*
Tired. The Beast was so tired. The pain ate at her strength, tearing at her until she collapsed to the ground and lay, whimpering, for long moments before she could rise again. Lair. She must find a lair…must go to ground, hide, and lick her wounds. She struggled back to her feet yet again with difficulty, leaning heavily against the rough wall next to her.
Suddenly her senses flared. Danger. That feeling, it meant danger. It meant kill. She half turned and saw three males approaching. Their smell was not right, was…dead. That was it. They were prey.
The vampires had already fed well that evening, but the smell of blood from the dark alley called to them with promises of bounty they’d never yet experienced. At first, they thought the naked, bloody woman leaning heavily against the alley wall would be easy pickings, as she’d clearly been beaten and shot.
They were sadly mistaken.
Garth, the biggest and oldest minion, at the ripe age of three-years-dead, attacked first. The tiny woman growled at him and braced her back against the wall. As he reached for her neck, she brutally punched her left hand all the way through his skin and muscle into his gut and ripped upward with deadly force. Spreading her hand, she seized his heart from under his rib cage and ripped it from his body with one fatal pull. Garth looked surprised for a moment and swore, "Shit!" before exploding into a cloud of dust.
The other two minions were taken aback for a moment, but leapt to pin the woman to the wall. She screamed as one grabbed her right arm and slammed her shattered collarbone against the bricks with his other hand. The bone grated under the vampire’s hand and he squeezed, enjoying her agonized screaming. The other leaned in to sink fangs into her delicate neck.
*
Angel and Spike raced along the alley near the warehouse, tracking Buffy by scent in the dark. Her blood trail was drying up, as if her wounds had started to close. Angel knew, in the part of himself that could still think at all, that it was a good sign that less blood was being left, even as he growled at the loss of an easy trail.
Suddenly a pain-wracked scream split the night and both vampires tensed before racing forward. It was Buffy, Spike knew, and his lover was in dreadful anguish. He’d never heard her scream like that in all the fights he’d had with her and with all the wounds he’d seen inflicted upon her tiny body.
Angel had lost all ability to think at the sound of his Mate in such hopeless pain and terror. He raced into a noxious alley and saw two minions pinning Buffy to the wall. She was naked and covered in dried blood, with tears of pain streaming from her eyes. Her bones grated audibly in the grasp of the large vampire torturing her. Angel grabbed him and ripped his head from his body with one powerful movement.
Spike grabbed the one on Buffy’s left and dispatched him similarly. At the loss of her support, however malign it had been, Buffy collapsed to the ground, whimpering and panting as pain rippled through her helpless body. Her Slayer instincts told her more danger/prey was near, and she must stand or die. She straightened with a lightning fast movement and struck out blindly at the new menace to her left, aiming for the heart as she’d done with the first minion.
At the last moment, she looked up and gazed into the amber eyes of the male prey before her and something clicked home in her head. *Mate!* She pulled the blow, overbalancing herself as she did so and falling to the ground in agony.
Spike had seen his unlife flash before eyeseyes when the feral gaze of the Slayer met his own as she thrust for his heart. Now he crouched next to her, and whispered, "Buffy -- Pet -- please, we're here, Baby. Luv, tell me you're all right. Please, Baby," he crooned in a low voice, "say something."
The Beast whimpered, confused at the soft tones of the fair one she'd recognized as Mate barely in time to keep from harming him. The other, larger male bent over them both and she gazed into his eyes. This one…this one was Mate indeed. His dark hair and soulful eyes promised safety, lust, love…soul…all tied up in one. She was, oddly, warm in their cool embraces, and the cold fingers of the light one soothed the pain from her tired body as he stroked her oh-so gently.
The Beast growled a bit at him, a treble rumble of recognition and acceptance of his touch, then gazed into the dark amber eyes of the Alpha Mate and released her tenuous hold on consciousness. She collapsed between them, knowing deep in her soul that she was finally…somehow…safe.
To be continued in Chapter One of a new series…Taming the Beasts.
*
Angel and Spike roared up to the warehouse in the DeSoto. They jumped, snarling, from the car in full game face, ready to fight whomever tried to stand in their way.
Angel growled menacingly as they reached the door to the building. Buffy’s dried blood was spattered everywhere. The smell called his demon ever more to the surface as he stalked. He opened the door and smelled/saw the dead security guard on the floor.
Spike pushed past him and crouched at the man’s side as Angel stood guard, even though his preternatural hearing confirmed that there was no one left alive in the building. The guard was cold, and rigor had set in. Spike looked at his neck. It had been ripped out by very small fangs. Spike smelled Buffy on the man…smelled the gunpowder and knew that he’d shot her and spattered her blood across the floor. He hissed angrily. He rose to his feet and growled urgently at Angel, who gestured him to his flank as Angel took point going through the door at the end of the hall.
Spike gasped at the sight before them. Dead security guards were strewn about the floor like so much offal. Two had an arm completely ripped from their torsos. Three others had their faces and throats ripped to shreds.
Angel had moved to a rack of torture implements, and as Spike watched, his sire leaned over and picked up a cane from the floor, scenting it and growling with rage. Buffy’s blood coated it, Spike could smell the powerful aroma from all the way across the room. He moved to join Angel.
"Lilah," Angel growled. "I smell Lilah on this. She hurt Buffy." His voice was so low, the words were barely discernable, but the tone of the growls conveyed its own message to his childe.
"Looks like Buffy got away, though, Sire. And smells like Lilah got what was comin’ to her," Spike added, glancing at the blood that dripped an unsteady path to a different door than the one they’d come through.
"Buffy’s not here," Angel growled. "We have to track her."
Spike nodded assent. "Shouldn’t be hard, she’s left a trail of blood behind her."
Angel growled at that and sped toward the door, leaping over the bodies of the dead guards with ease. Spike followed, succumbing to his demon and moving instinctually into the Now of the Hunt without conscious thought.
*
Tired. The Beast was so tired. The pain ate at her strength, tearing at her until she collapsed to the ground and lay, whimpering, for long moments before she could rise again. Lair. She must find a lair…must go to ground, hide, and lick her wounds. She struggled back to her feet yet again with difficulty, leaning heavily against the rough wall next to her.
Suddenly her senses flared. Danger. That feeling, it meant danger. It meant kill. She half turned and saw three males approaching. Their smell was not right, was…dead. That was it. They were prey.
The vampires had already fed well that evening, but the smell of blood from the dark alley called to them with promises of bounty they’d never yet experienced. At first, they thought the naked, bloody woman leaning heavily against the alley wall would be easy pickings, as she’d clearly been beaten and shot.
They were sadly mistaken.
Garth, the biggest and oldest minion, at the ripe age of three-years-dead, attacked first. The tiny woman growled at him and braced her back against the wall. As he reached for her neck, she brutally punched her left hand all the way through his skin and muscle into his gut and ripped upward with deadly force. Spreading her hand, she seized his heart from under his rib cage and ripped it from his body with one fatal pull. Garth looked surprised for a moment and swore, "Shit!" before exploding into a cloud of dust.
The other two minions were taken aback for a moment, but leapt to pin the woman to the wall. She screamed as one grabbed her right arm and slammed her shattered collarbone against the bricks with his other hand. The bone grated under the vampire’s hand and he squeezed, enjoying her agonized screaming. The other leaned in to sink fangs into her delicate neck.
*
Angel and Spike raced along the alley near the warehouse, tracking Buffy by scent in the dark. Her blood trail was drying up, as if her wounds had started to close. Angel knew, in the part of himself that could still think at all, that it was a good sign that less blood was being left, even as he growled at the loss of an easy trail.
Suddenly a pain-wracked scream split the night and both vampires tensed before racing forward. It was Buffy, Spike knew, and his lover was in dreadful anguish. He’d never heard her scream like that in all the fights he’d had with her and with all the wounds he’d seen inflicted upon her tiny body.
Angel had lost all ability to think at the sound of his Mate in such hopeless pain and terror. He raced into a noxious alley and saw two minions pinning Buffy to the wall. She was naked and covered in dried blood, with tears of pain streaming from her eyes. Her bones grated audibly in the grasp of the large vampire torturing her. Angel grabbed him and ripped his head from his body with one powerful movement.
Spike grabbed the one on Buffy’s left and dispatched him similarly. At the loss of her support, however malign it had been, Buffy collapsed to the ground, whimpering and panting as pain rippled through her helpless body. Her Slayer instincts told her more danger/prey was near, and she must stand or die. She straightened with a lightning fast movement and struck out blindly at the new menace to her left, aiming for the heart as she’d done with the first minion.
At the last moment, she looked up and gazed into the amber eyes of the male prey before her and something clicked home in her head. *Mate!* She pulled the blow, overbalancing herself as she did so and falling to the ground in agony.
Spike had seen his unlife flash before eyeseyes when the feral gaze of the Slayer met his own as she thrust for his heart. Now he crouched next to her, and whispered, "Buffy -- Pet -- please, we're here, Baby. Luv, tell me you're all right. Please, Baby," he crooned in a low voice, "say something."
The Beast whimpered, confused at the soft tones of the fair one she'd recognized as Mate barely in time to keep from harming him. The other, larger male bent over them both and she gazed into his eyes. This one…this one was Mate indeed. His dark hair and soulful eyes promised safety, lust, love…soul…all tied up in one. She was, oddly, warm in their cool embraces, and the cold fingers of the light one soothed the pain from her tired body as he stroked her oh-so gently.
The Beast growled a bit at him, a treble rumble of recognition and acceptance of his touch, then gazed into the dark amber eyes of the Alpha Mate and released her tenuous hold on consciousness. She collapsed between them, knowing deep in her soul that she was finally…somehow…safe.
To be continued in Chapter One of a new series…Taming the Beasts.