fic:courting death/BtVS,VD/Gen
Title: courting death
Word Count: 615
Fandom(s): Vampire Diaries, Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Prompt: #337 - vibrant @ tamingthemuse
Warnings: none
Rating: FR13
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all related characters are copyright Joss Whedon and ME. Vampire Diaries and all related characters are copyright of L.J. Smith, Kevin Williams and the CW. No infringement intended.
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Salt saturated the night air as the ocean breeze slipped between the headstones and stirred the few leaves that had prematurely fallen, leaves that were trampled by a small blonde as she exerted herself attempting to destroy a demonic creature that sullied the term vampire. While Klaus was aware of the, insignificant, fact that this breed had come long before his own he was also certain Esther had purposefully improved upon his lineage’s namesake with her spell-evolution at its finest. Though he could find use of a creature that lacked a soul, he’d learned their nearly nonexistent control greatly outweighed their efficiency.
The thud of her heartbeat drew him back to the fight and blue eyes narrowed as the brute effortlessly lifted the reason Klaus had come to Sunnydale and tossed her to the ground. Buffy Summers, the Slayer-but currently not the only one-regained her footing and charged her opponent. Her earlier playfulness lost as she leapt into the air, hands catching sturdy shoulders for an added boost up before her leather encased thighs wrapped around the thick neck of the demon. Her back arched, arms swinging down to catch herself as she performed her own version of an effortless toss. Her performance tugged forth an amused smirk from Klaus as she brought her stake down and into the exposed chest of her prey.
Salt was replaced by sulfur and he watched a smile, not unsimilar to his own, grace her mouth before she rose to dust off the knees of those interesting slacks. Her heart continued its rapid tempo as she picked her way through the headstones and back towards the entrance of the cemetery. Cheeks flushed with the exertion and a slight bounce in her step that belied the, however brief, moment that she’d danced with death.
She appeared, at first glance, to be nothing at all like the last Slayer he’d encountered. Margit had been a broken thing and then had quickly become a thing with a broken neck. Klaus lacked the patience with many things, he was well aware of this flaw in his character, but mostly he despised those in want of spirit. He’d found her self-loathing tedious. Margit had been ashamed of her power, her love of the hunt and in the end he’d introduced her to death, perhaps a bit sooner than she’d intended, but she had still welcomed it all the same.
He liked to think of it as charity on his part, though perhaps to others, such as her family and Watcher, it made him a monster. He liked that too.
Ms. Summers on the other hand seemed to revel in her calling and had found a way to welcome death into her life without chasing it. He found that fascinating which gave credence led to the reason for his visit to this small town. To meet the infamous Slayer the supernatural world couldn’t chatter enough about-and, perhaps, because he was bored. Though bored or not Klaus knew he couldn’t approach her this night, not while the high from her latest kill still ran her blood hot, without the aid of compulsion.
Compulsion and Slayers was tricky business. It didn’t always take.
Instead he watched her easy stride take her from the cemetery and to the streets. She picked her way through the denizen of Sunnydale, green eyes narrowed and sweeping the shadows for dangers completely unaware of him, as her heart pattered on. Struggling to keep her, like all mortal creatures, alive. Klaus followed it, the sound of her heart, and found himself intrigued by this slip of a human with a death ridden destiny that didn’t want to die.
Fascinating.
Word Count: 615
Fandom(s): Vampire Diaries, Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Prompt: #337 - vibrant @ tamingthemuse
Warnings: none
Rating: FR13
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all related characters are copyright Joss Whedon and ME. Vampire Diaries and all related characters are copyright of L.J. Smith, Kevin Williams and the CW. No infringement intended.
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Salt saturated the night air as the ocean breeze slipped between the headstones and stirred the few leaves that had prematurely fallen, leaves that were trampled by a small blonde as she exerted herself attempting to destroy a demonic creature that sullied the term vampire. While Klaus was aware of the, insignificant, fact that this breed had come long before his own he was also certain Esther had purposefully improved upon his lineage’s namesake with her spell-evolution at its finest. Though he could find use of a creature that lacked a soul, he’d learned their nearly nonexistent control greatly outweighed their efficiency.
The thud of her heartbeat drew him back to the fight and blue eyes narrowed as the brute effortlessly lifted the reason Klaus had come to Sunnydale and tossed her to the ground. Buffy Summers, the Slayer-but currently not the only one-regained her footing and charged her opponent. Her earlier playfulness lost as she leapt into the air, hands catching sturdy shoulders for an added boost up before her leather encased thighs wrapped around the thick neck of the demon. Her back arched, arms swinging down to catch herself as she performed her own version of an effortless toss. Her performance tugged forth an amused smirk from Klaus as she brought her stake down and into the exposed chest of her prey.
Salt was replaced by sulfur and he watched a smile, not unsimilar to his own, grace her mouth before she rose to dust off the knees of those interesting slacks. Her heart continued its rapid tempo as she picked her way through the headstones and back towards the entrance of the cemetery. Cheeks flushed with the exertion and a slight bounce in her step that belied the, however brief, moment that she’d danced with death.
She appeared, at first glance, to be nothing at all like the last Slayer he’d encountered. Margit had been a broken thing and then had quickly become a thing with a broken neck. Klaus lacked the patience with many things, he was well aware of this flaw in his character, but mostly he despised those in want of spirit. He’d found her self-loathing tedious. Margit had been ashamed of her power, her love of the hunt and in the end he’d introduced her to death, perhaps a bit sooner than she’d intended, but she had still welcomed it all the same.
He liked to think of it as charity on his part, though perhaps to others, such as her family and Watcher, it made him a monster. He liked that too.
Ms. Summers on the other hand seemed to revel in her calling and had found a way to welcome death into her life without chasing it. He found that fascinating which gave credence led to the reason for his visit to this small town. To meet the infamous Slayer the supernatural world couldn’t chatter enough about-and, perhaps, because he was bored. Though bored or not Klaus knew he couldn’t approach her this night, not while the high from her latest kill still ran her blood hot, without the aid of compulsion.
Compulsion and Slayers was tricky business. It didn’t always take.
Instead he watched her easy stride take her from the cemetery and to the streets. She picked her way through the denizen of Sunnydale, green eyes narrowed and sweeping the shadows for dangers completely unaware of him, as her heart pattered on. Struggling to keep her, like all mortal creatures, alive. Klaus followed it, the sound of her heart, and found himself intrigued by this slip of a human with a death ridden destiny that didn’t want to die.
Fascinating.