The delicious Buffy Summers within my confines. From huntedmerciless
Putting Boris and Spike in the stasis had been brilliant, even though Boris would not look at it that way and would probably curse my name for it. It was brilliant because it had isolated Spike, who would surely want to protect his amour, Buffy Summers, which potentially, might have put a snag into my taking her away to Paris plans.
Leonardo was about to kill the other slayer, Jada, so these things had worked out for the best, even if Spike managed to kill Boris, for he would surely be filled with enough anger to enable him to do so when the stasis broke and he realized that his beloved was with me and would soon be my beloved.
It was the only way that it could be. Buffy Summers, such a warrior with so much spirit, yet so delectable, sinewy, classy and luscious…she could only be mine and did not belong with someone so savage as William the annoying.
She, of course, would not see it that way at first, but I hadn’t yet transformed her into my Immortal and once I did, which was only a matter of time, then things would become truly meaningful for me again.
The First Evil’s plans to kill the rest of the slayers would likely be brought up, and since Buffy knew those that we would seek, like Spike, or Angelus, now good, if Spike survived and the others in California, and of course, we could entertain the idea of killing the rest, and it would be appetizing, particularly if after I changed Buffy, she was proactive for that plan, but also entrancing, was the idea of taking her away to grand places vacationing and killing, molding her into the purest of vampires that had ever been, a kindred, rivaled by no others, except for myself and Dracula, as we both used the occult and thus, our vampiric powers would match those of a slayer turned into a vampire.
These were possibilities and there were so many more, but first, I needed to make sure that Buffy was transformed, which, judging by the look on her face, as she was locked in a very thickly-steeled cell in my castle, was not going to be easy.
I sat down outside of the cell, as she grabbed the bars and looked at me with hatred. I had a smile on my face, and was thinking about the possibility of two more slayers being called, as I spoke to her, while she tried to rip the bars away from the door to get free, and surprisingly, she was very successful in bending the bars, slightly.
From my pocket, I produced another Orb D’Ellivienne, and chanted “Involare.”
I watched her hatred build, as she was held around the waist for a minimum of ten minutes, by the stasis, different from the one used on Spike and Boris in Atlanta, but with the same effect.
“Buffy Summers, I musty say, that you are beautiful. I have been foolish for not seeking your accompaniment sooner.”
[Buffy]
Leonardo was about to kill the other slayer, Jada, so these things had worked out for the best, even if Spike managed to kill Boris, for he would surely be filled with enough anger to enable him to do so when the stasis broke and he realized that his beloved was with me and would soon be my beloved.
It was the only way that it could be. Buffy Summers, such a warrior with so much spirit, yet so delectable, sinewy, classy and luscious…she could only be mine and did not belong with someone so savage as William the annoying.
She, of course, would not see it that way at first, but I hadn’t yet transformed her into my Immortal and once I did, which was only a matter of time, then things would become truly meaningful for me again.
The First Evil’s plans to kill the rest of the slayers would likely be brought up, and since Buffy knew those that we would seek, like Spike, or Angelus, now good, if Spike survived and the others in California, and of course, we could entertain the idea of killing the rest, and it would be appetizing, particularly if after I changed Buffy, she was proactive for that plan, but also entrancing, was the idea of taking her away to grand places vacationing and killing, molding her into the purest of vampires that had ever been, a kindred, rivaled by no others, except for myself and Dracula, as we both used the occult and thus, our vampiric powers would match those of a slayer turned into a vampire.
These were possibilities and there were so many more, but first, I needed to make sure that Buffy was transformed, which, judging by the look on her face, as she was locked in a very thickly-steeled cell in my castle, was not going to be easy.
I sat down outside of the cell, as she grabbed the bars and looked at me with hatred. I had a smile on my face, and was thinking about the possibility of two more slayers being called, as I spoke to her, while she tried to rip the bars away from the door to get free, and surprisingly, she was very successful in bending the bars, slightly.
From my pocket, I produced another Orb D’Ellivienne, and chanted “Involare.”
I watched her hatred build, as she was held around the waist for a minimum of ten minutes, by the stasis, different from the one used on Spike and Boris in Atlanta, but with the same effect.
“Buffy Summers, I musty say, that you are beautiful. I have been foolish for not seeking your accompaniment sooner.”
[Buffy]