A Perfect World
Title: A Perfect World
Author: Athenewolfe
Pairing: Buffy/Surprise (FemSlash)
Word Count: 508
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Joss owns everything.
Warnings: Darkish, Multiple character deaths including dusting of a pregnant vampire.
Author’s Note: Thank you to Spikeslovebite for the beta as always. Written for the Love is Everywhere Jossverse challenge. This was originally just going to be the prologue to a story, but I ran out of time.
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It was her perfect world. A land of death and destruction, her lover waiting on her hand and foot.
To think she’d ever doubted her path, her calling. She’d meant it when she told Giles she quit. She wasn’t a Slayer anymore, not if the world required sacrificing her sister. She’d packed up her sister and fled, leaving behind her friends, her Watcher, and more importantly, Glory.
Buffy thought about bringing Spike. He was the only one strong enough to help, but she quickly decided against it. He might form a second line of defence, but she would be leaving a trail easily followed. No one gossiped like those in the demon world, and William the Bloody in Angel’s territory? Glory would be able to track them from the sheer gossip alone.
She made it as far as Los Angeles. She’d looked everywhere for Angel, and failing that, for Wesley, for Cordy, for any of the White Hats. She’d found an empty room in the hotel and they hid from the world.
In the end, it wasn’t Glory who managed to capture them.
It was Darla.
She’d come to the hotel searching for Angel, pissed off over being burnt, even more pissed off that somehow, someway, she was pregnant with Angel’s spawn.
Dru had wandered off to Sunnydale and from there, who knew where she managed to end up.
But Darla managed to wander right back to the hotel, while Angel, she found out later, was off in some other dimension playing the prince to Cordy’s princess.
She took Dawn first. Waiting until Buffy was distracted with some random household chore, she slipped in behind the girl. Wrapping her arms around her, Darla sank her fangs into the pale throat before Dawn even realized the danger she was in.
The struggle had been brief, the relief brought to the poor girl permanent. Not even she was vicious enough to turn a teenager. The hormones never really faded.
Darla told Buffy later that she’d never experienced anything like it. Dawn’s blood-Summers blood-tasted exactly like a Slayer’s. The Slayer cocktail was a powerful boost to the vampire, with the added benefit of not having to actually fight the Slayer.
Darla never explained why she’d turned Buffy. Was it revenge? Was it was passion? Was it the first part of an elaborate game? Buffy might have found out her reasons eventually, but when Darla asked her to research ways to get rid of the abhorrent burden, she did so, taking the opportunity to rid herself of her sire and the competition at the same time. Buffy didn’t have a pesky soul, but seriously…mystical pregnancies?
It must have sucked - being dusted both times by different Childes.
Los Angeles was going to be her town.
Then Queen C had come home.
All hail the Queen.
Buffy took one look at the seer and remembered the lessons that Faith had tried to instil in her.
Want.
Take.
Have.
A new Childe, a new lover.
And the world would never be the same.
Author: Athenewolfe
Pairing: Buffy/Surprise (FemSlash)
Word Count: 508
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Joss owns everything.
Warnings: Darkish, Multiple character deaths including dusting of a pregnant vampire.
Author’s Note: Thank you to Spikeslovebite for the beta as always. Written for the Love is Everywhere Jossverse challenge. This was originally just going to be the prologue to a story, but I ran out of time.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
It was her perfect world. A land of death and destruction, her lover waiting on her hand and foot.
To think she’d ever doubted her path, her calling. She’d meant it when she told Giles she quit. She wasn’t a Slayer anymore, not if the world required sacrificing her sister. She’d packed up her sister and fled, leaving behind her friends, her Watcher, and more importantly, Glory.
Buffy thought about bringing Spike. He was the only one strong enough to help, but she quickly decided against it. He might form a second line of defence, but she would be leaving a trail easily followed. No one gossiped like those in the demon world, and William the Bloody in Angel’s territory? Glory would be able to track them from the sheer gossip alone.
She made it as far as Los Angeles. She’d looked everywhere for Angel, and failing that, for Wesley, for Cordy, for any of the White Hats. She’d found an empty room in the hotel and they hid from the world.
In the end, it wasn’t Glory who managed to capture them.
It was Darla.
She’d come to the hotel searching for Angel, pissed off over being burnt, even more pissed off that somehow, someway, she was pregnant with Angel’s spawn.
Dru had wandered off to Sunnydale and from there, who knew where she managed to end up.
But Darla managed to wander right back to the hotel, while Angel, she found out later, was off in some other dimension playing the prince to Cordy’s princess.
She took Dawn first. Waiting until Buffy was distracted with some random household chore, she slipped in behind the girl. Wrapping her arms around her, Darla sank her fangs into the pale throat before Dawn even realized the danger she was in.
The struggle had been brief, the relief brought to the poor girl permanent. Not even she was vicious enough to turn a teenager. The hormones never really faded.
Darla told Buffy later that she’d never experienced anything like it. Dawn’s blood-Summers blood-tasted exactly like a Slayer’s. The Slayer cocktail was a powerful boost to the vampire, with the added benefit of not having to actually fight the Slayer.
Darla never explained why she’d turned Buffy. Was it revenge? Was it was passion? Was it the first part of an elaborate game? Buffy might have found out her reasons eventually, but when Darla asked her to research ways to get rid of the abhorrent burden, she did so, taking the opportunity to rid herself of her sire and the competition at the same time. Buffy didn’t have a pesky soul, but seriously…mystical pregnancies?
It must have sucked - being dusted both times by different Childes.
Los Angeles was going to be her town.
Then Queen C had come home.
All hail the Queen.
Buffy took one look at the seer and remembered the lessons that Faith had tried to instil in her.
Want.
Take.
Have.
A new Childe, a new lover.
And the world would never be the same.