Alive but only barely...
Just thought I'd leave a quick post to let people know I'm still alive!! I know it's been a really, *really* long time since I updated any of my WIPs, all I can say is that 'busy', turned into 'really busy' into 'life, what's that?' :S
Oh - but one thing I did manage to do was get my (sadly small) chapter posted in the BloodShedVerse Round Robin fiction End Of The Bloody Line
I wrote chapter ten, which you can find over at the BSV along with the rest of the fiction or below! I hope to be getting something written sometime soon for, well, any of my current WIPs, it's just all time-dependent...something which I sadly don't seem to have a huge deal of these days :(
But that being said it's the only thing I've written in three months, and it hasn't been beta'd, but I hope you likes anyhow!!
BloodshedVerse Round Robin Fiction
Chapter 10 by PassionFish :: “Something Wicked This Way Comes”
It was dark.
It was black. Bleak.
The world was shifting, and the two powerful beings that patrolled the cemeteries of Sunnydale could feel it. And were content in the knowledge that it was them who was its cause.
The minions had poured out of the lair in quick succession, high on the gory display their masters had put on for them, and eager to revel in their own violence this night.
This was one night the monsters should have stayed at home.
They had no weapons. No toys with which to play, to taunt, to drag out the pain of those who had stood by and watched their friend cry out…who had watched their final hopes disintegrate so carelessly.
But weapons were not needed.
Toys were for children.
Revenge was not.
For these two other worldly creatures had strengths within them beyond the comprehension of these mere demons they found themselves presented with.
They worked in tandem. It was as if they had trained together for years. Their movements were perfect; flawless.
Their kill - beautiful.
One by one the others fell. Disintegrated into dust before blue and hazel eyes.
And as they did so a further piece of respite fell into place within a Slayer’s and Vampire’s heart.
---
Her cries rocked the walls, the room was in tatters. His mouth devoured hers, his careless fangs tearing what was left of her flesh.
Blood poured between them.
Blood bound them to their fate.
In a single move Angelus entered her.
---
Buffy felt like what she had seen earlier than night had torn the last semblance of her childhood away from her. Finally her eyes were wide open and she could finally appreciate the view. Finally she could accept who she was.
No longer a girl.
Not just a woman.
The Slayer.
A small growl tore from her throat as she reached forward spinning the head of minion #7 clean off his shoulders and watched him turn to dust before her eyes.
Where once there had been a girl with super powers, now stood a warrior.
---
Angelus, Angel…there was no use in distinguishing them. They were not separate people. And no one knew this better than Drusilla herself. It was this that had been his downfall after all. The spell that had woven between them had called to more than the past, more than the ether…it had called to something deep within her lover.
He’d wanted to turn. To switch. To be free.
Release. It was all that had been on his mind.
And in the end, her Sire had forced his way to the front in that deliciously violent way of his. Forced his way out.
Forced his way home.
Home to her.
She knew this. Dru, she was smart. The pixies, they may not talk to her anymore, but Miss Edith was her constant confident and had never led her astray before. She had been told that Daddy was coming.
Pity Miss Edith had left out just who Daddy was coming back for.
She watched in seductive awe as her precious Daddy rose above her, his hips slamming into her own.
The vampiress smiled, her state euphoric, even as her pelvis cracked.
---
Feet, fists, fangs.
This was all they had,
All they needed.
They had each other.
And together, they were perfect.
The perfect warriors.
The perfect fighters.
The perfect match.
---
Angelus growled, long and deep within his throat, his eyes flashing brilliantly dull yellows and oranges.
His thrusts increased in tempo, his release drawing ever closer.
He never realised from what.
---
Eight, nine, ten… all, they fell.
The earth was covered in dust, past sins finally accounted for as the air thickened with their screams. The moon had come out in full view to play for the second time this month. It was as if Mother Nature herself was blessing this exchange as she lit the warriors’ way to victory.
There was a pause. The final particle of ash hit the soft earth below their feet. The battle was over. Beneath them lay the armies of their opposition.
Destroyed, destructed, decimated.
There was a pause.
A deep breath took.
And then they were in each other’s arms, mouths clashing hungrily as impatient hands tore at shreds of black and red clothing. They had thought the battle was over, but here they were engaging in another kind of combat.
A much more pleasurable kind.
Spike’s demon was out to play. He couldn’t shake it off. And she didn’t seem to mind. But for a moment it - the lack of control - worried him, but then her tongue was in his mouth and he was lost to the sensation of her hot hands trailing over his body.
A growl from her partner shook Buffy’s very being and she keened softly at the loss of his ravenous lips as they left hers to traverse the youthful, golden skin his violent fingers had uncovered.
Above them, the heavens crackled and opened, sending sheets of icy rain down on the two warriors. But neither noticed, nor allowed the interruption to stop them from their one goal, which was suddenly all the more essential. All the more imperative.
As Spike’s mouth found her oh so sensitive nipples Buffy cried out, clasping his head to her chest and forcing him down harder on the tender nub. His fangs cut into her skin, and her blood ran thickly into his mouth. His reaction was immediate and violent as with a roar he latched on to the wound, seductively sucking at this wondrous gift.
Her now naked body arched in to his, and she groaned at the feel of his hard cock against her stomach.
The sensations were building up inside of her; a funny warmth that seemed to start from deep within her womb. She writhed against him, trying to remove herself from this exquisite pain, but at the same time unwilling to leave it.
Suddenly it wasn’t enough. She felt cold, empty, alone.
Buffy didn’t know what it was she wanted, or what it was she needed to do to get it. But her body did. It was as if something deep and primal within her was calling out for it-no-demanding it.
As if they had a mind of their own her legs lifted and wrapped themselves around his waist. Her inner juices ran freely down her thighs, against his stomach and on to his thick, hard cock which twitched hungrily in response.
With a twist of her hips and a mind no longer her own, Buffy took him into her. The Vampire roared at the feel of her wet heat engulfing him and as if against his control his head jerked up, and his fangs sank deep into her throat. He growled. He growled again. And again.
These were possessive growls. These were proprietary growls.
More importantly, these were claiming growls.
“MINE!”
In time with his roar of ownership the earth shifted once again, and the heavens sent down a lightening bolt, striking the two supernatural beings.
Together, they fell: their bodies still entwined, their hips still grinding, his fangs still possessively in her throat…their release yet to be found.
---
Drusilla screamed.
But this time it was not a pleasant scream.
Angelus flew from her body, forced away by some as yet unknown supernatural influence. He crashed into the dresser at the other end of the room, his bulky landing demolishing the wood and sending splinters everywhere.
Another scream from Dru had him raising his head, and his eyes bugged in shock at the sight before him.
Still spread out on the bed lay Drusilla, her arms out stretched, her legs together…
….her chest ripped open.
Blood for blood.
The time had come.
---
Buffy screamed.
And Spike roared in unison as finally their mating brought them release, and together they leapt over the edge and fell into the abyss.
The sky crackled, and lightening raged above. Then suddenly, all was quiet.
And the two warriors opened their sharp amber eyes, and twin growls filled the silence of the graveyard.
Yes, the battle was over.
But the war was yet to come.
Hope you like/liked...all comments would be great!
Oh - but one thing I did manage to do was get my (sadly small) chapter posted in the BloodShedVerse Round Robin fiction End Of The Bloody Line
I wrote chapter ten, which you can find over at the BSV along with the rest of the fiction or below! I hope to be getting something written sometime soon for, well, any of my current WIPs, it's just all time-dependent...something which I sadly don't seem to have a huge deal of these days :(
But that being said it's the only thing I've written in three months, and it hasn't been beta'd, but I hope you likes anyhow!!
BloodshedVerse Round Robin Fiction
Chapter 10 by PassionFish :: “Something Wicked This Way Comes”
It was dark.
It was black. Bleak.
The world was shifting, and the two powerful beings that patrolled the cemeteries of Sunnydale could feel it. And were content in the knowledge that it was them who was its cause.
The minions had poured out of the lair in quick succession, high on the gory display their masters had put on for them, and eager to revel in their own violence this night.
This was one night the monsters should have stayed at home.
They had no weapons. No toys with which to play, to taunt, to drag out the pain of those who had stood by and watched their friend cry out…who had watched their final hopes disintegrate so carelessly.
But weapons were not needed.
Toys were for children.
Revenge was not.
For these two other worldly creatures had strengths within them beyond the comprehension of these mere demons they found themselves presented with.
They worked in tandem. It was as if they had trained together for years. Their movements were perfect; flawless.
Their kill - beautiful.
One by one the others fell. Disintegrated into dust before blue and hazel eyes.
And as they did so a further piece of respite fell into place within a Slayer’s and Vampire’s heart.
---
Her cries rocked the walls, the room was in tatters. His mouth devoured hers, his careless fangs tearing what was left of her flesh.
Blood poured between them.
Blood bound them to their fate.
In a single move Angelus entered her.
---
Buffy felt like what she had seen earlier than night had torn the last semblance of her childhood away from her. Finally her eyes were wide open and she could finally appreciate the view. Finally she could accept who she was.
No longer a girl.
Not just a woman.
The Slayer.
A small growl tore from her throat as she reached forward spinning the head of minion #7 clean off his shoulders and watched him turn to dust before her eyes.
Where once there had been a girl with super powers, now stood a warrior.
---
Angelus, Angel…there was no use in distinguishing them. They were not separate people. And no one knew this better than Drusilla herself. It was this that had been his downfall after all. The spell that had woven between them had called to more than the past, more than the ether…it had called to something deep within her lover.
He’d wanted to turn. To switch. To be free.
Release. It was all that had been on his mind.
And in the end, her Sire had forced his way to the front in that deliciously violent way of his. Forced his way out.
Forced his way home.
Home to her.
She knew this. Dru, she was smart. The pixies, they may not talk to her anymore, but Miss Edith was her constant confident and had never led her astray before. She had been told that Daddy was coming.
Pity Miss Edith had left out just who Daddy was coming back for.
She watched in seductive awe as her precious Daddy rose above her, his hips slamming into her own.
The vampiress smiled, her state euphoric, even as her pelvis cracked.
---
Feet, fists, fangs.
This was all they had,
All they needed.
They had each other.
And together, they were perfect.
The perfect warriors.
The perfect fighters.
The perfect match.
---
Angelus growled, long and deep within his throat, his eyes flashing brilliantly dull yellows and oranges.
His thrusts increased in tempo, his release drawing ever closer.
He never realised from what.
---
Eight, nine, ten… all, they fell.
The earth was covered in dust, past sins finally accounted for as the air thickened with their screams. The moon had come out in full view to play for the second time this month. It was as if Mother Nature herself was blessing this exchange as she lit the warriors’ way to victory.
There was a pause. The final particle of ash hit the soft earth below their feet. The battle was over. Beneath them lay the armies of their opposition.
Destroyed, destructed, decimated.
There was a pause.
A deep breath took.
And then they were in each other’s arms, mouths clashing hungrily as impatient hands tore at shreds of black and red clothing. They had thought the battle was over, but here they were engaging in another kind of combat.
A much more pleasurable kind.
Spike’s demon was out to play. He couldn’t shake it off. And she didn’t seem to mind. But for a moment it - the lack of control - worried him, but then her tongue was in his mouth and he was lost to the sensation of her hot hands trailing over his body.
A growl from her partner shook Buffy’s very being and she keened softly at the loss of his ravenous lips as they left hers to traverse the youthful, golden skin his violent fingers had uncovered.
Above them, the heavens crackled and opened, sending sheets of icy rain down on the two warriors. But neither noticed, nor allowed the interruption to stop them from their one goal, which was suddenly all the more essential. All the more imperative.
As Spike’s mouth found her oh so sensitive nipples Buffy cried out, clasping his head to her chest and forcing him down harder on the tender nub. His fangs cut into her skin, and her blood ran thickly into his mouth. His reaction was immediate and violent as with a roar he latched on to the wound, seductively sucking at this wondrous gift.
Her now naked body arched in to his, and she groaned at the feel of his hard cock against her stomach.
The sensations were building up inside of her; a funny warmth that seemed to start from deep within her womb. She writhed against him, trying to remove herself from this exquisite pain, but at the same time unwilling to leave it.
Suddenly it wasn’t enough. She felt cold, empty, alone.
Buffy didn’t know what it was she wanted, or what it was she needed to do to get it. But her body did. It was as if something deep and primal within her was calling out for it-no-demanding it.
As if they had a mind of their own her legs lifted and wrapped themselves around his waist. Her inner juices ran freely down her thighs, against his stomach and on to his thick, hard cock which twitched hungrily in response.
With a twist of her hips and a mind no longer her own, Buffy took him into her. The Vampire roared at the feel of her wet heat engulfing him and as if against his control his head jerked up, and his fangs sank deep into her throat. He growled. He growled again. And again.
These were possessive growls. These were proprietary growls.
More importantly, these were claiming growls.
“MINE!”
In time with his roar of ownership the earth shifted once again, and the heavens sent down a lightening bolt, striking the two supernatural beings.
Together, they fell: their bodies still entwined, their hips still grinding, his fangs still possessively in her throat…their release yet to be found.
---
Drusilla screamed.
But this time it was not a pleasant scream.
Angelus flew from her body, forced away by some as yet unknown supernatural influence. He crashed into the dresser at the other end of the room, his bulky landing demolishing the wood and sending splinters everywhere.
Another scream from Dru had him raising his head, and his eyes bugged in shock at the sight before him.
Still spread out on the bed lay Drusilla, her arms out stretched, her legs together…
….her chest ripped open.
Blood for blood.
The time had come.
---
Buffy screamed.
And Spike roared in unison as finally their mating brought them release, and together they leapt over the edge and fell into the abyss.
The sky crackled, and lightening raged above. Then suddenly, all was quiet.
And the two warriors opened their sharp amber eyes, and twin growls filled the silence of the graveyard.
Yes, the battle was over.
But the war was yet to come.
Hope you like/liked...all comments would be great!