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Runner Up Best NC-17 Fic at the Broken Glass Awards, Round 1
Feet slapping the ground as she ran, Buffy Summers pushed her legs harder as another scared scream echoed through the alley. With a stake in hand, she rounded a corner of the large warehouse. As she got closer to where the innocent person struggled with something that put fear in their system, Buffy saw a tall fence in her way. With a scowl of annoyance and without breaking stride, Buffy scaled the metal easily before vaulting over the top, landing easily on her feet and continuing her advance. As she rounded yet another corner into a dark alley, she saw the shadow of someone leaning over the shrieking woman about twenty feet away. The painful sighs and dying wails of alert only infuriated Buffy more as she rushed the couple. Without pausing, Buffy tackled the vampire, causing his fangs to rip from the woman’s throat. She let out a breathy shout, her hand immediately moving to cover her gaping wound as she opened her tired eyes to see who had saved her. The sight of a small blonde woman standing over her attacker and leaning down to grab the front of his ugly blue shirt met her. Staring in wonder, she watched as the small lady easily picked up the heavy bulk of the not-so-human man and tossed him against the brick wall opposite where she laid. Attempting to stand, the wounded woman stumbled back down to the ground as she watched the man stand and dive after her savior. But she was ready for him. Standing in a long-practiced defensive posture, Buffy ducked below his blow and threw her own fist into his stomach twice before standing and throwing her double fists into the back of his head. But as the young vampire quickly recovered, Buffy found herself having overestimated him. He wasn’t as weak as she had originally thought as he let out a loud roar and punched her brutally in the face. Not allowing her to fall back, he grabbed her shoulders and threw her back into a large pile of rotting trash where she immediately sank to the bottom. Buffy couldn’t help the low growl that escaped her throat as she climbed her way out only to find the vampire once again going after the woman who could only sit on the ground, staring up at him in horror as he drew closer. “Hey!” Buffy snapped, allowing her face to change. The vampire looked back and only had the chance to see a set of brightly glowing yellow eyes before he was once again grabbed and tossed back down the alley. With her back to the woman, Buffy went after him, pulling the sharpened stake from the sheath at the small of her back. With a loud snarl, she waited for him to stand where he simply stared at her. “What are you doing?” he asked, his voice hindered slightly by his elongated fangs. “Why are fighting? Why don’t you join me? We could feast together!” Not letting her posture relax, Buffy rolled her eyes and advanced on him as she said, “Sorry, buddy. Not my bag anymore.” She didn’t let the vampire respond before she punched him roughly in the mouth. A loud crack echoed in the alley and Buffy watched as he fell back, a loud, painful howl falling from his lips as he cradled his jaw gently, his eyes closed. Buffy saw a lone tear of blood escape from beneath his closed lid and she almost took pity on him. Almost. How many other countless humans had he murdered, more brutally even? What pity did he deserve? Leaning down, Buffy jammed her stake into his chest, pulling back as his eyes snapped open and looked down at what she had done. A string of curses flowed from his mouth before he burst into a cloud of fine ash, an audible shout of anger floating to the ground along with the vampire’s remains. Standing up, Buffy brushed her clothes off, watching in disgust as vampire remains wilted to the ground. Patting them thoroughly, Buffy finally turned around, her eyes focusing on the woman on the ground. Buffy couldn’t deny the hurt and guilt at the thought that she was very familiar with the look of horror on the scared woman’s face. “Are you okay?” Buffy asked gently, her eyes having dimmed as her anger once again dissipated. Stepping closer, Buffy said, “I think you might need a doctor. You’ve lost a lot of blood.” The sound of the woman’s slowing heartbeat stepped up and echoed dangerously in Buffy’s head as she watched the woman scoot back as Buffy took another step forward. “It’s okay. I won’t hurt you.” “Y-y-you’re a-a monster!” the woman shrieked, tumbling back on her hands as she fought to stand as quickly as she could. “Get away from me!” Buffy didn’t respond, instead taking a step back as the woman finally found her footing and backed out of the alley quickly. “Stay away from me!” Buffy watched, sadness etched on her features as the woman turned and ran away, her purse swinging wildly in the air as her hand went back to her wound. The scent of her lost blood was still heavy in the air and Buffy couldn’t stop herself when she inhaled deeply. It smelled... fresh. Warm. Delicious... Shaking her head, Buffy ran her tongue over her pearly white fangs before forcing her face to change back to her human disguise. Sighing with her unneeded breath, Buffy walked towards the exit of the alley, turning in the opposite direction the woman had fled. Her boots echoed endlessly in the night as she walked towards the apartments she had bought upon her first arrival in the small town of Sunnydale. They were hidden underneath a large abandoned warehouse near the local hangout, The Bronze. Her rooms were large and held her things perfectly. Buffy didn’t have many items, most of her belongings having had the blood of an innocent on it in her earlier days. It had forced her to remove everything she had ever held dear and buy new things. Which wasn’t much because she couldn’t access the bank accounts her demon half had arranged with her sire. She needed her old lover to be with her to get those and she wasn’t going to go near him if she had any choice in the matter. Buffy remembered the first night she had come to Sunnydale. It had been warm and humid thanks to the heavy air coming from the ocean. Everything had been still and quiet, ever the perfect image of an innocent town that only had the best intentions for everything. Little did most of the people know that the town rested on a Hellmouth. One of the most dangerous places for any human being to live. Yet the people of Sunnydale did it with a miraculous ease. It was ridiculous and humorous at the same time that most of the townspeople ignored the sure as fire signs that their homes weren’t in the best place. That things weren’t right when people seemed to disappear constantly for no reason at all. That was the night she had first come into contact with the newly called Slayer and her Watcher along with her little group of friends. They had been patrolling. That was the first night she saw what she could only describe as her reason for fighting. Reason for living, if Buffy wanted to be honest with herself. It was the night Buffy first saw the Slayer’s twin brother... an incredible feat in itself, the idea that a male could possess the same powers as a Slayer, always a female. Buffy remembered the night so clearly because it was the night she fell in love... with someone she knew she could never have... How could he want her when he had taken the oath, along with his twin sister, to rid the world of the vampire scum that walked it’s ground? He was sworn to kill and ask questions later and Buffy knew that, if he ever found out that she was indeed his enemy, she would never get her chance to be held by him. To even talk to him... Buffy had thought about that night every single waking moment of her time in Sunnydale. That had been the only time she had allowed herself to talk to him so openly. For the last few years, she had closed him out, only seeking the Slayer and her friends when she knew there was trouble coming. She was never sought and Buffy was content with that, sticking to the shadows, just as she had been reborn to do. She knew that as long as he was okay in the world, then she was. And if that meant staying away from him forever, then so be it. At least he would be okay and able. Breathing in deeply, Buffy hugged herself as she looked up at her building. Closing her eyes, she shook her head as she paused for a lengthy minute. “It can never be anything,” she whispered to herself, once again quieting her hopeful heart as she closed off her emotions, just as she had done for the last thousand days, maybe more. Buffy walked into her apartments, closing the door behind her soundly, knowing that there were no more vampires out for the sun was scheduled to rise in just a few moments as the sky became tinged with pink and orange.
Five Years Previous... Buffy breathed in deeply, her dead lungs inhaling the unneeded air as she walked down Main Street in the small town of Sunnydale. She watched on as small clusters of young teenagers hurried in and out of stores, sticking close. Buffy found that it was a rare occurrence whenever someone was outside, after dark, alone. Walking alone. It was intriguing that the town seemed to understand that the things that happened after dark weren’t normal and knew, on some unconscious level, that they didn’t want to be apart of it. Crossing her arms across her chest, Buffy walked slowly, taking in her new home. Home. It had been a long time since she had allowed herself to call a place that. But that was this was. For a very long time she had felt something drawing her to this town, calling her even. It felt familiar and sweet, yet she could also sense the fact that the demon that resided along with her soul within her body was answering to the natural call of the Hellmouth. Buffy was intrigued and curious and found herself there after years of wandering the States. She had heard rumors and tales of towns that resided near Hellmouths, or in this case, on top of. It was a demon party house, in short words. A Hellmouth called to everything that was evil in the world and brought them to it, beckoning them unseeingly with promises of their taste for power, blood, destruction - whatever a demon really craved - being sated. But it was also the place where the Master was rumored to have fallen. It was a silly legend of the Master finally coming to the place the original Spanish settlers had called Boca del Infierno and falling into a space captured between worlds during an earthquake. Buffy wasn’t sure she believed it or not. But since then, she hadn’t heard anything of his destruction, nor his beloved childe Darla. They were either keeping a low profile or it was all true. Buffy definitely found herself leaning towards the latter, for she knew that Darla could always be found. All you had to do was follow the trail of destruction she constantly carved throughout Europe. Of course, she spoke from personal experience concerning Darla and Buffy shuddered at the thought. It was a time in her existence she didn’t like to relive very often, especially considering the darkness of other noteworthy moments. But now was not the time to dwell in the past. “Oh, I’m sorry,” Buffy said in surprise as she ran into the shoulder of a tall, lanky man. She looked up apologetically and was instantly met with a goofy smile and a wide, happy face. Buffy couldn’t help the small smile that attached to her lips as he spoke. “No problem,” he said, his voice light as it carried far into the night. “You’re not the worst thing to run into.” Buffy felt a moment of confusion and panic as his words came out. What did he mean by thing? Buffy forced a smile to her face as she took in the group he walked with. The first thing she noticed was the tall, leggy brunette standing next to the boy she had run into, glaring daggers at her. Buffy instantly felt uncomfortable as the rest of the group followed her lead... only with less anger. Buffy didn’t notice she had paused as she met the eyes of a tall man who stood at the front of the group. A lengthy few seconds passed before Buffy furrowed her brow and turned away. “Well... have a good night,” Buffy said, her voice stilted and awkward as she gave them another uneasy smile. All of their eyes on her at once made her extremely unhappy to be under their gazes and she turned to walk away, ignoring the swirling feeling in her stomach. She could hear the brunette - or who she assumed was the brunette - chastising the young man. “Could you have been more obvious? Should I just break up with you now, or should I allow every girl in the world to flirt with you? Because I’m telling you right now, buddy, it ain’t happening!” A dry chuckle reached her ears and Buffy turned to look over her shoulder as she continued walking, watching the man wrap his arm around the woman’s shoulders. “You have nothing to worry about, Queen C. I’m your man.” “You better damn well be! Do you know how much I’m risking being with you?...” Buffy allowed herself a smile as she turned back to her walking. She was glad that there were still some hope in the world. Where would everyone be without jealousy? Looking over her shoulder once more, Buffy locked her eyes on the tall man in the front. She didn’t understand what it was about him, but she felt the insane urge to touch him. She couldn’t describe the feeling but she shook it off. Ridiculous. He was a young boy she had barely looked at for ten seconds. She was fairly certain it had something to do with the fact that she hadn’t had a sexual relationship with another of the opposite sex in many, many years. Buffy had walked about thirty feet when she heard the distinct sound of flesh hitting flesh and a loud yelp reached her. Turning around, Buffy narrowed her eyes as she saw the group engaging themselves in a fight she knew they couldn’t possibly win with a couple of tall demons and a wealth of vampires. Cursing to herself, Buffy started out a dead run, her hand reaching to the small of her back and grabbing one of the two stakes she kept hidden there. Gripping the familiar and longed love wood in her hands, she laid the speed on, reaching the group faster than any Olympic runner could have. Buffy’s first target were the three vampires ganging up on the man she had run into and his girlfriend. They both wielded crosses and stakes, barely keeping the bloodsuckers at bay. Not taking the time to wonder why in the hell they actually had the weapons necessary to fight vampires, Buffy grabbed the back of one of the vampire’s shirts, pulling him back with a hard tug and sending him to the hard concrete. She then spun into a tight circle, her arm swinging out to punch the nearest vampire, sending him reeling as the other turned to face her. His mouth opened in a wide smile, his yellowed fangs glistening in the moonlight, his thick drool coating them nastily. “Another one to play with,” he hissed happily and Buffy smiled sweetly at him as the man whom she had run into said in a low voice, barely audible over the vampire’s voice, “Uh... okay.” “In your dreams,” she said lightly, throwing her right fist towards his face. But he easily blocked her and Buffy immediately threw a low kick into his shin, eliciting a howl of pain as he instinctively bent to protect the wounded area. Counting on his movement, Buffy grabbed a handful of greasy hair and brought her knee up hard into his nose. Another yelp of pain snapped from his mouth, but Buffy didn’t pay any mind to it. The sound of sizzling flesh was the first thing she heard as she turned around and she found a vampire, his hands over his steaming face, falling backwards. Taking the chance she was offered, Buffy stuck her stake behind him before he reached the ground and he exploded into a cloud of thick ash that was swept up into the light breeze that claimed the night. She ignored the wondrous stares as she turned to the other two. The one she had kneed in the face stood and Buffy settled back in a long practiced defensive posture as she felt the other standing behind her. But she didn’t need to depend on her instincts as the vamp before her began grinning like an idiot, his eyes riveted on his friend. Rolling her eyes, all Buffy had to hear was the deep panting behind her ear before she thrust her stake back under the apex of her arm, hitting his heart. The sound of exploding vampire coasted through the night and she smiled smugly at the vampire who now stood in shock and fear. “Weren’t expecting that, were ya?” Buffy asked mockingly as she took a step forward. But the sound of confidence in her voice was all it took for the vampire to turn and run away. Usually, Buffy would give chase but the sounds of fighting drew her to the other people defending their lives. She was surprised to see two of the group dispatching of the vampires rather easily. The tall man she had locked eyes with earlier and a young woman, moving with a grace Buffy knew only a Slayer could possess. Actually... they both did. Buffy couldn’t help herself as she watched the show before her. The demons they were taking care of seemed like child’s play and it was fascinating to see the synchronicity the two displayed so well. Within a moment’s time, the demons were gone. One had a stake in its chest while the other two now sported broken necks. With their mutilated bodies on the ground, the woman jogged over to the redheaded girl and her boyfriend while the man walked casually towards the boy she had run into, who was cradling the girl in his arms. It looked like she had a long scrape on her arm. “Is she okay?” the man asked. “Is she okay?” the girl asked incredulously and Buffy felt the strongest desire to just melt into the shadows. There was an obvious warmth in the group that she knew she did not, and probably would never, fit into. “She is standing right here, Angel, and no! I’m bleeding all over the place, ruining my brand new shirt. Fifty dollars for this damn thing and now it’s gone!” “Fifty dollars?” Angel asked loudly, his eyebrows shooting up. Buffy couldn’t help but notice his broad forehead cascading into a fine amount of hair. It looked very soft. “You can’t be serious.” “Well, I am,” the brunette sniped back. Angel rolled his eyes at Xander who shot him an amused grin. “That’s my girl,” he mumbled. Then Angel turned to her. And the group seemed to follow. Buffy couldn’t help but notice that he seemed to be the leader. And an angel. What a suiting name for him. Then he frowned at her which seemed to only accent his features. “What’s your deal?” Buffy cringed noticeably and looked at all of their faces. Keeping her face as impassive as she could, she answered, “I could ask you the same question.” “Well I’d say that’s really none of your business,” he answered, his voiced just as cool as her own was. Staring into her eyes, he asked, “Who are you?” Buffy stared up at him before allowing a small smile, hoping it came off as a little more mysterious and chilling than eager-as-hell-to-get-out-of-this-conversation. “I’m a friend.” “A friend?” Angel asked before his sister - which was the only way to describe it because of the similarities and the fact that they both shared Slayer strength - interrupted, “What if we don’t want a friend?” Buffy merely quirked an eyebrow. “I never said I was your friend.” Angel raised an eyebrow in contrast with hers before Buffy turned, walking away. As soon as she found the corner, she stepped into the shadows, hiding from them. Looking over her shoulder, she watched the group. “Well that’s what you get for saying hi to strangers in Sunnydale,” the lanky boy remarked. Angel shook his head before turning back to the demon corpses. “We should probably get these out of the street,” he said, grabbing one of the arms to a dead body. As his sister moved to help him lift it, the redhead said, “Did you see how good she was? She was fighting as good as you guys.” “I know,” the sister said. “That was a little too high on my weird meter for me to be happy. Who the hell was she?” “Another Slayer?” Angel asked as they grabbed another demon, moving towards the heavily bushed area where the first one was. “And I’m really hoping that these things get goo-happy because I don’t feel like burying anything.” “Here here,” the lanky boy exclaimed. “Is it just me or do we guys always get stuck with the shovels? Oz?” The boy with the redheaded girl merely nodded as he wrapped his arm around his girlfriend’s waist. “It would seem that way.” “Maybe Giles would be a little more knowledge-happy about who she is. Do you wanna run it by him?” the sister asked, her question directed to her brother. He immediately stopped and crossed his arms. “Why the hell can’t you? I, unlike you, actually enjoy going to my classes.” “Oh, that’s a load of shit and you know it.” “Yeah right. Tell me, when was the last time you weren’t late for a class?” Angel asked, his voice heavy with accusation as he leaned forward slightly. “And what would Giles know? I doubt she would be in any books. She looked normal to me.” Normal? Buffy raised an eyebrow. “Oh, yeah, she was really normal. Especially when she took out a couple of vamps, with her own stake, in a few seconds. Yeah, that’s real normal, Angel. Good job.” Buffy didn’t wait around for the rebuttal, instead turning back and jogging back to her new home. Who was this Giles person? Their Watcher? And what the hell was up with the twins both having Slayer powers? Especially because he is a male, and so obviously not a female? To her knowledge that had never happened before, ever. It was strange and yet, instead of concentrating on the fact that the group could possibly find out a little more about her than she would wish for them to know, all she could think about was the man’s - Angel, was his name - eyes, looking at her, narrowed. And how damn attractive he was when he was like that. She could only imagine what he looked like when he wasn’t angry... but soft with passion. l be kind, rewind l back to top l
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