In The Forests Of The Night: Everlasting Night
by BelovedSlayer
The dark and frightful shadows

that loomed around Buffy seem to be getting closer and closer, darker

and darker as the surroundings

began to plunge into even more darkness.

The silver moon above

seemed to be even taking a ominous appearance as well.

The winds became more and

more brisker as Buffy picked up the sound of heavy footsteps slapping

the concrete sidewalk

from behind, getting more closer as each second was passing by.

The sound of thumping footsteps match the sound of Buffy’s heartbeat.

Instinct told her to hide once more, but this time she couldn’t move.

As soon as the trance broke, she

treaded through Weatherly Park, the sweet fragrance of

night jasmine wafting around her breezily through the cool air.

Heavy footsteps thumped even more loudly from behind, crunching

fallen branches underneath until one of

them snapped, breaking the dead silence of the night.


Wisps of smoke billowed

around the dark, shadowy figure and the surrounding park, making it

difficult for Buffy to see who or what was following her.

The cool breeze caressed her cheek as softly as a pair of

angel wings, blowing tendrils of blond hair in front of her hazel eyes.

She hid behind a tall bush that was swaying silently against the fierce wind.

She folded her legs underneath her

white gown in complete silence, molding as one in the

black velvet that was the night, letting the cool breeze surround her.

Heavy footsteps began to asound as a tall, dark haired young man

appeared before her eyes, his

cold, dark eyes looking almost like obsidian against the night backdrop.

He was even more beautiful and exotic

looking than the stranger himself, the aura filling his tall, lithe

frame that radiated supreme arrogance and danger that

made even Buffy want to run away from in complete fear.

Pale, chiseled features shimmered in

the silver glow that barely peeked in

through the dark clouds, a tendril

of dark, slick hair fell between the stranger’s obsidian eyes, making

him look dangerously handsome under the ray of the silver moon.

Slow, even breaths of air came in as wisps of smoke when

Buffy carefully moved quietly against the rough bush that was

slapping her arms, moving as sneakily as

a black cat to the next bush, her

heart continuing to pump loudly in her heart, ears, and throat simultaneously.

She turned her head once more, only

to see that the beautiful stranger had disappeared

into the night, the leaves rustling where he once stood.

Not taking any chances, Buffy stood up, taking

in slow, even breaths

when she felt rough hands pull her from behind.

The beautiful stranger

stood in front of her, grabbing her shoulders roughly against his hands.

Buffy could see fangs indenting into needle points that grew

past that sensuous mouth of his, but she wasn’t afraid.

Instead, she felt appalling

fascination as the beautiful stranger became even

more exotically beautiful when he continued to transform,

his obsidian eyes now holding a

silver glint in them that looked like

black onyx, the silver glow of the moon

reflecting off of them like a pair of exotic black pearls.

Attraction, fear, and desire began to

intermix together deliciously in Buffy’s eyes but

all she could do was stare at the

gorgeous stranger in silent awe and fascination.

What surprised her was that the

stranger was no longer holding her roughly by the shoulders.

Instead, he held her against him

gently like a lost lover, placing sweet

kisses on top of her head.

The scent of Armani

cologne swirled deliciously around the couple in response.

“You have listen to me, cara mia. You cannot listen to that man you have spoken to earlier.

He is a liar, a deceiver. He is evil. You cannot go near him again.

Capisca? Understand?” The stranger murmured

in yet another Italian accent, his mint breath mingling with hers.

Buffy could only nod her head in confusion.

What in the hell?

“You must listen, amore. Do not go near him again. If you do, he will send *them* to go after you.

You will be in grave danger.

*They* already know about you.

*They’re* already beginning to suspect that you know something about what’s been going on.”

The stranger placed another sweet kiss, this time on Buffy’s lips. The kiss was

sweet and gentle, but it was enough to send Buffy reeling in her mind.


“Goodbye. Be safe il mio amore. Li vedrò presto quando la relativa cassaforte.”


And then the stranger

placed another soft kiss before he

disappeared into the night, leaving her alone.

Buffy couldn’t understand the last words he was saying, but

she knew somehow that he said he

was going to see her soon.

When it’s safe.

Another deep shiver ran down her back.

Am I going to be in danger from

something that no one knows about?

What about the other stranger?

Am I in danger from *him?


Buffy only ran all the way home, wanting

nothing more but to be safe under the

warm blankets and sleep peacefully until the morning light.



*Author's Note. Some of the words as you can tell, are in Italian.

i wanted to have someone exotic from another country

to be Buffy's love interest instead of Angel and plus i find the

italian accent to be a real turn on lol but i don't want to

have this fic sound really rushed or anything so im gonna be

making this pretty long until im out of ideas lol

but i won't try to make it too boring or

anything. the really interesting

parts are coming up in the next few chappies. Thanx


- Beloved Slayer





























































































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