The Three 'F's
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Het - Male/Female
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
3,349
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Three 'F's
Disclaimer: All standard disclaimers apply.
WARNING!
THIS IS NOT A STORY ABOUT FLUFFY BUNNY VAMPIRES! THERE’S GOING TO BE SOME PRETTY NASTY STUFF IN IT, INCLUDING NECROPHILIA, TORTURE, RAPE, AND THE BLOODY MURDER OF CHILDREN.
TURN BACK NOW, IF YOU DON’T THINK YOU CAN DEAL WITH IT.
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
Chapter 1: Escape
Adrian looked around. He saw the flames. He saw one of the graduating students sink a wooden stake into another of the Boss’s vampires. He did the math. There were over a hundred of the bloodbags still alive—still fighting—and there were fewer than a dozen vampires left. He could smell the charred remains on the wind: not vampire, not human: something else; something that might have been greater, but now it was just a bad smell on the wind. The Boss was gone: destroyed in the conflagration that had been Sunnydale High.
He had to get out of here. He saw a flaming arrow sink into the stomach of one of his fellows. It missed the heart, but it didn’t matter. The vampire burst into flames, and was consumed.
He had gone into this fight expecting an easy win. A rabble of humans were no match for them. Even with a Slayer on their side, they shouldn’t have been a problem—they were supposed to have a Slayer fighting for them too—but things had gone wrong from the start.
Humans weren’t supposed to fight back—not like this anyway. A cow doesn’t resist in the slaughterhouse. There were supposed to be a hundred helpless victims here. They might run, and when you caught them they might flail around a bit, fighting against the inevitable, but they were just people: Happy Meals on legs. He was the hunter; they were the prey. He wasn’t supposed to be afraid of them.
He saw another vampire overwhelmed by half a dozen of the people that he had expected to be quailing in fear. He had to escape. Forget about containing these people for the Boss: the Boss was gone; he had to look out for himself now. He looked around, looking for something to give him an idea.
He saw her lying on the steps. Blonde hair spilled out around her head. He could see the wound on her neck. Someone had been naughty. The Boss wouldn’t have been happy, if he’d seen it. They weren’t supposed to eat today: all the victims were supposed to be for Him. They’d get their’s later.
He recognized her. He tried to remember her name. It had something to do with music. Melody, or something like that. Once upon a time she had been one of the unattainable. She was one of the Princesses of Sunnydale High, untouchable by the likes of him, but that was when he’d been alive: merely one of the living. Now he was beyond that. He was a superior being; she was just food. Now she was a way out.
Adrian stood still for a moment. He closed his eyes as he got his emotions under control. He had to master himself, if this was to work. He forced the smell of blood from his mind. He managed to make himself transform: to show a human face.
He picked the girl up off the steps. He could smell the blood flowing from her neck. He could feel her faint heartbeat. He growled. He wanted to sink his fangs into her neck—to finish the job that someone else had started—but that would probably lead to his death—his final death. Right now, he had to escape.
People around him were tending to the wounded. He could hear them calling out for help. He let his voice join the din. “Help her!” he yelled. “She needs help!”
He carried her through the crowd. Whenever he saw anyone looking his way, he cried out: “Oh god! She needs help! Help us!”
No one did. He kept his smile to himself. People were so selfish. Everyone was so caught up in their own problems that no one looked to help anyone else. He would have laughed, but that would have attracted attention, so he just kept moving, carrying her through the crowd.
He came to a manhole—one that the vamps attacking Sunnydale High had left open. He grinned to himself. Manhole. More like a vamphole. He dropped her into it. He took a quick look around, to make sure that no one had seen him. No one was looking his way, not that he’d really expected anyone to’ve been. He jumped down into the hole after her.
It hadn’t rained for a while, so the storm sewer was pretty dry. He grabbed the girl, and picked her up again. He needed to get a little farther away first, but he was hungry. Even if someone else had started on her, she still had lots of blood left. She’d make a good meal.
WARNING!
THIS IS NOT A STORY ABOUT FLUFFY BUNNY VAMPIRES! THERE’S GOING TO BE SOME PRETTY NASTY STUFF IN IT, INCLUDING NECROPHILIA, TORTURE, RAPE, AND THE BLOODY MURDER OF CHILDREN.
TURN BACK NOW, IF YOU DON’T THINK YOU CAN DEAL WITH IT.
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
Chapter 1: Escape
Adrian looked around. He saw the flames. He saw one of the graduating students sink a wooden stake into another of the Boss’s vampires. He did the math. There were over a hundred of the bloodbags still alive—still fighting—and there were fewer than a dozen vampires left. He could smell the charred remains on the wind: not vampire, not human: something else; something that might have been greater, but now it was just a bad smell on the wind. The Boss was gone: destroyed in the conflagration that had been Sunnydale High.
He had to get out of here. He saw a flaming arrow sink into the stomach of one of his fellows. It missed the heart, but it didn’t matter. The vampire burst into flames, and was consumed.
He had gone into this fight expecting an easy win. A rabble of humans were no match for them. Even with a Slayer on their side, they shouldn’t have been a problem—they were supposed to have a Slayer fighting for them too—but things had gone wrong from the start.
Humans weren’t supposed to fight back—not like this anyway. A cow doesn’t resist in the slaughterhouse. There were supposed to be a hundred helpless victims here. They might run, and when you caught them they might flail around a bit, fighting against the inevitable, but they were just people: Happy Meals on legs. He was the hunter; they were the prey. He wasn’t supposed to be afraid of them.
He saw another vampire overwhelmed by half a dozen of the people that he had expected to be quailing in fear. He had to escape. Forget about containing these people for the Boss: the Boss was gone; he had to look out for himself now. He looked around, looking for something to give him an idea.
He saw her lying on the steps. Blonde hair spilled out around her head. He could see the wound on her neck. Someone had been naughty. The Boss wouldn’t have been happy, if he’d seen it. They weren’t supposed to eat today: all the victims were supposed to be for Him. They’d get their’s later.
He recognized her. He tried to remember her name. It had something to do with music. Melody, or something like that. Once upon a time she had been one of the unattainable. She was one of the Princesses of Sunnydale High, untouchable by the likes of him, but that was when he’d been alive: merely one of the living. Now he was beyond that. He was a superior being; she was just food. Now she was a way out.
Adrian stood still for a moment. He closed his eyes as he got his emotions under control. He had to master himself, if this was to work. He forced the smell of blood from his mind. He managed to make himself transform: to show a human face.
He picked the girl up off the steps. He could smell the blood flowing from her neck. He could feel her faint heartbeat. He growled. He wanted to sink his fangs into her neck—to finish the job that someone else had started—but that would probably lead to his death—his final death. Right now, he had to escape.
People around him were tending to the wounded. He could hear them calling out for help. He let his voice join the din. “Help her!” he yelled. “She needs help!”
He carried her through the crowd. Whenever he saw anyone looking his way, he cried out: “Oh god! She needs help! Help us!”
No one did. He kept his smile to himself. People were so selfish. Everyone was so caught up in their own problems that no one looked to help anyone else. He would have laughed, but that would have attracted attention, so he just kept moving, carrying her through the crowd.
He came to a manhole—one that the vamps attacking Sunnydale High had left open. He grinned to himself. Manhole. More like a vamphole. He dropped her into it. He took a quick look around, to make sure that no one had seen him. No one was looking his way, not that he’d really expected anyone to’ve been. He jumped down into the hole after her.
It hadn’t rained for a while, so the storm sewer was pretty dry. He grabbed the girl, and picked her up again. He needed to get a little farther away first, but he was hungry. Even if someone else had started on her, she still had lots of blood left. She’d make a good meal.