BTVS/ATS Fic: Fear and blood gets me through the day.
I haven't written anything in the BTVS/ATS fandom lately but in hope to make some amends here is a short little ficlet. Enjoy!
Title: Fear and blood gets me through the day.
Author: Nimenic
Fandom: BTVS/ATS
Character: Who do you want it to be?
Rating: R
Disclaimers: Not mine, never will be, all Joss’s.
Warnings: Dark!fic, non-con, rape, blood and death, So not a happy fic.
Summary: She tries to run, to claw her way out. He can smell the fear, she reeks of it.
A/N: I know who I had in mind when I wrote this. But I want to know who you thought of when you read it. *g*
Un-beta'd all mistakes are my own.
She tries to run, to claw her way out. He can smell the fear, she reeks of it.
Fear and blood.
Blood from her scratched knees when he dragged her over the floor and her bloodied digits she tried and tries to claw her way out of the room.
He stands there a minute just looking at the girl sobbing and begging on the floor in front of him.
“Please don’t hurt me, Ill do anything….”
Fuck she’s beautiful like this, giving herself to him in hope that he will let her go that he won’t hurt her.
“Shh baby…” He says lifting her cheek to look at him.
”Come here, I’ll take care of you. Stand up. Look at me, so sweet and innocent pure and un-touched.” He whispers as his hands travel over her hair and gently down her back.
“I promise…” his voice suddenly lower and husky “this will hurt that much more if you fight it.”
And before the last word passed his lips the girl is pressed up against the wall her skirt pushed up and her panties ripped to shreds. She doesn’t even have time to scream before he pushes himself inside of her. His fangs tearing at her shoulder, leaving trails of blood running down and over her now exposed breasts.
He can feel her fingernails digging into his arms, clawing at his back as the intoxicating smell of her blood mixed with his turns him on even more making him fuck her harder up against the wall.
Her head slams against one of the copper pipes behind her cracking her skull open at the same time as he comes with deep growl echoing in the empty room. He pulls himself out of her and lets her slack body fall to the floor.
“I told you it would hurt.” He says as he caresses her still warm cheek before he exits the room and leaves her dead body in a mass on the dirty cellar floor.
End.
Title: Fear and blood gets me through the day.
Author: Nimenic
Fandom: BTVS/ATS
Character: Who do you want it to be?
Rating: R
Disclaimers: Not mine, never will be, all Joss’s.
Warnings: Dark!fic, non-con, rape, blood and death, So not a happy fic.
Summary: She tries to run, to claw her way out. He can smell the fear, she reeks of it.
A/N: I know who I had in mind when I wrote this. But I want to know who you thought of when you read it. *g*
Un-beta'd all mistakes are my own.
She tries to run, to claw her way out. He can smell the fear, she reeks of it.
Fear and blood.
Blood from her scratched knees when he dragged her over the floor and her bloodied digits she tried and tries to claw her way out of the room.
He stands there a minute just looking at the girl sobbing and begging on the floor in front of him.
“Please don’t hurt me, Ill do anything….”
Fuck she’s beautiful like this, giving herself to him in hope that he will let her go that he won’t hurt her.
“Shh baby…” He says lifting her cheek to look at him.
”Come here, I’ll take care of you. Stand up. Look at me, so sweet and innocent pure and un-touched.” He whispers as his hands travel over her hair and gently down her back.
“I promise…” his voice suddenly lower and husky “this will hurt that much more if you fight it.”
And before the last word passed his lips the girl is pressed up against the wall her skirt pushed up and her panties ripped to shreds. She doesn’t even have time to scream before he pushes himself inside of her. His fangs tearing at her shoulder, leaving trails of blood running down and over her now exposed breasts.
He can feel her fingernails digging into his arms, clawing at his back as the intoxicating smell of her blood mixed with his turns him on even more making him fuck her harder up against the wall.
Her head slams against one of the copper pipes behind her cracking her skull open at the same time as he comes with deep growl echoing in the empty room. He pulls himself out of her and lets her slack body fall to the floor.
“I told you it would hurt.” He says as he caresses her still warm cheek before he exits the room and leaves her dead body in a mass on the dirty cellar floor.
End.