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Chapter
Four
The vampire awoke, his eyes opening
with cat-like grace as the amber orbs instantly became acquainted with the
pitch-black darkness of the crypt.
He was hungry. Again.
The instinct to bury his fangs in
the warm body lying on top of his, and drink until she was dry was nearly
overwhelming. But something held him
back. His eyes drifted to the bite mark
on her neck. He had claimed her. Why?
He didn't even know why.
He carefully lifted her off him,
silently moving from the bed. He
glanced back at the slayer, who shivered in the icy coldness of the crypt. Thick, soft covers lay, bunched at the
bottom of the bed. Instinctively, he
moved to protect her from the cold, pulling the covers over her naked body.
She smiled and sighed, snuggling
down in to the quilts. He heard her
breathing deepen further as she fell into an exhausted sleep.
The vampire growled softly, he was
still hungry.
Grabbing one of the clean sets of
clothes the slayer had unearthed earlier, he quickly threw them on, stalking
out into the darkness as the call of the bloodlust over came his senses.
---
William watched, still a little
dazed as Giles and Willow proceeded to show them where everything was in the
house. Buffy had said she felt safe
here, that the house made her feel safe.
He was still a little shocked over the red haired witch's
revelation. First, witch craft, now
homosexuality, what was next, he wondered.
He numbly followed Giles as he
showed him to the spare bedroom, leaving Willow and Buffy to go to what was
apparently 'her' bedroom.
"Wow." Buffy murmured, as she looked around the
room her gaze drawn to the numerous pictures of herself and one of the group
she'd met. She frowned, "Why
aren't there any of Will?"
"Huh, who? Oh, you mean Spike! Oh...OH!
He...uh, doesn't like having his picture taken." Willow blurted.
"Really? Yeah, he does seem kinda shy at times. Weird, don't you think? Because he's kinda...you-know."
"What?"
Buffy smiled, suddenly feeling at
complete ease with this girl, she giggled, "He's kinda sexy, don't you
think? I mean take off those glasses
and we're talking major hottie, right?"
Buffy looked thoughtful, "Though
with the glasses he's sweet, cute, ya know?"
When Willow only looked at her,
mouth a-gape, "Oh...right, you're gay - guess you don't see the
goodness."
"No-no! I do, it's just a bit weird to hear you say
it." Willow smirked at her friend,
so different yet completely the same, "Just never thought you'd admit
it."
Both girls giggled, each for their
own thoughts, both resolving around the blonde in the room across the hall.
---
The slayer awoke, frowning as she reached
out beside her and felt nothing but air.
She shot up in bed, to find herself completely alone.
Something wasn't good or right about
that situation.
She hurried to dress until she came
across her re-ripped finds. Regarding
the jumper ruefully she slipped into the short leather skirt and one of the
tops. On automatic, a stake was tucked
into her waistband, one slid under her top.
Shaking out her sleep-curled hair
she left the crypt, allowing the door to slam shut behind her.
---
"I don't get how they all can
be so-"
"AAAAAHHHH!"
Xander regarded his girlfriend in
complete shock as she suddenly screamed.
"For the love of ORGASMS
Xander! I don't think I can take
another hour of this! SHUT UP!"
"Uh...Anya?"
"Are you gonna be like this all
night, 'coz if so you can sleep on the couch orgasms be damned!" The ex-demon huffed, tapping her foot as she
waited for him to answer.
"Okay, shutting up now."
"Good! There is a god"
A few moments of silence passed as
they entered the graveyard - a short cut to their home.
"It's just-"
"AAAHHHH!!!!"
---
"A key for Cordelia, a key for
Angel and a key for us - all in the sense of saving money, of
course." Fred giggled at her own
joke and Gunn squeezed her shoulder lovingly as Cordy rolled her eyes then
looked over at Angel who had a distant look in his eyes.
"Angel? Angel?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah Cordy?"
Angel blinked, looking over at the ex-cheerleader.
"You okay? You look kinda spacy."
"Yeah, no I'm fine - just tired
it's late. Night guys." Without a word he turned and entered his
room, gently closing and locking the door behind him.
"Do you think he knows he's a
vampire?" Gunn asked in relation
to his bullshit answer.
"I think its Buffy." Cordelia murmured unhappily.
"Oh."
---
The slayer could sense them. About four she figured. Two behind the tomb in front and one behind
the tree that was a couple of paces from her.
The forth she reckoned was about four hundred yards to the right. She couldn't see any of them but she could
sense them.
She took a deep breath and smiled as
a sense of calm-before-a-storm settled over her. With a ridiculously springy jump she sprang over the tree.
"BAH!" She 'boo-ed' the vampire who screamed, with
a laugh she staked him in a milli-second.
She turned to face the other two.
One looked like a fledgling - you could tell by the major lack of
ridges. The other however looked old -
not as old as 'her' vampire but old nevertheless.
They exchanged smirks, "Hello
slayer, come to die?"
The slayer grinned evilly at them,
letting the stake in her hand fly quicker than sight to embed itself in the
youngest chest. With an agonized scream
he exploded. Her view moved to the
older one, but he was gone.
---
Buffy closed the door behind the
watcher and witch about half an hour later.
It was nearly one in the morning but suddenly she was famished.
She was moving slowly to the kitchen
when she heard Will yelp and curse.
"Will?" She rushed to the kitchen.
"Are you okay?" She asked, regarding the man who held his
hand under a tap of fast ploughing water.
"What is that
contraption?"
She followed his angry glare to the
cooker. "What? Oh, the cooker."
"I pressed that button and
whoosh, fire exploded from it's top."
Buffy smiled, endeared rather than
freaked by his strange reactions to modern technology. "Don't worry about it. Hey, you hungry?"
"Uh...." His stomach rumbled and they both
laughed. "Yes."
"Lets she what we have
here...." Buffy opened the
fridge. "Icky stuffy, icky stuff,
icky stuff..." Buffy pushed the
vegetables aside and Will smiled.
"Yeay, score!" She
turned to face him. "Chinese and
pizza. What d'ya want?"
"Which do you
prefer?" Will asked instead.
"I kinda want both." Buffy admitted sheepishly, "But we'll
share right?"
"Of course." He touched the pizza as Buffy turned to get
plates. "But it is cold, how do we
heat it? That fire will take to long or
burn it entirely!" Will indicated
the now hated-stove.
"Ahhh!" Buffy smiled. "Here enter the wonder that is the microwave!"
---
Angel turned over, staring at the
chipped paint of the motel ceiling without really seeing it.
He was listening - Cordy was almost
asleep in the next room. Unfortunately
he could hear how 'not' asleep Gunn and Fred were but he doubted they would
notice him.
At the first soft snore from the
brunette, the vampire rose from the bed, habitually sliding on his coat as he
silently slipped from the room and out into the crisp night.
---
The slayer lifted her leg to deliver
a sharp flip and kick to the remaining vampire's head. He staggered back in to a gravestone but got
up, shaking himself off. Punch after punch
was exchanged.
The slayers smirk slipping from her
lips - this one just wasn't poofing!
She growled at him and he laughed.
With a battle cry she lifted her last stake and flew at him. He lifted her easily, using her momentum to
throw her in to the crypt he had originally hid behind.
Blood slipped freely from her
forehead as she slid down the stonewall, barely conscious. Her arm felt dislocated and her jaw ached
from the force of the blow.
"You're gonna be my first
slayer, you know that? And they said
you were the best!" He snorted,
leaning down for the kill.
---
"I'm swowy? Dwo you fowive me,
Anya-kins?"
Anya regarded Xander sceptically as
he attempted his baby-speak apology.
She sighed then smiled, "Okay, but you have to give me major
orgasms to make up for it." She
tried to look stern as he pouted at her.
"Deal."
Hand-in-hand once more they
continued through Sunnydale's seemingly endless streets.
---
The unknown vampire didn't even
sense the elder as his enthusiasm at beating a slayer over came him.
He never knew what hit him.
The bleached-blonde vampire,
descended from the sky, ripping out the younger vampire's throat in one jerking
movement.
He continued his low-pitched growl;
warning off the possibility of further danger as he gently lifted the slayer
from her crumpled position on the stone to the soft grass below their
feet. His amber eyes flashed with
worry. She wasn't moving
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