Unfamiliar whispers murmured inside Buffy’s mind, urging her
softly to keep still, but she refused to obey the command at once.
The stranger’s shrill voice that lingered in her mind like soft, cool
air commanded her to obey, but still, she refused to even listen to his orders.
In a moment of pure desperation, she
kneed the spiky hair stranger in the leg, pushing all
of the heavy weight away from her slim form.
Sparkling lights began to flicker in and out of her eyes, making
everything seem even more darker and ominous than before.
“You’ll pay for this,” the stranger snarled
under the glow of the full moon, wiping the ruby blood
away from his perfect lips that were forming into a snarl, his
brown eyes gazing cruelly at her like a silent predator stalking the night.
Buffy refused to give in to the fear
that was slowly enveloping her like angel wings.
She could still feel those predatory eyes on hers getting
closer and closer as her heart began to pick up speed.
Even through the darkened room, her hazel eyes began
to search desperately for a weapon.
She could feel the stranger’s blood filled
breath beginning to mingle with hers, the feeling
of his icy cold body sending shivers up and down her olive tanned arms in response.
“Get away from me,” Buffy snarled in a low whisper, her eyes never leaving those of the stranger.
A low, itimate laughed filled the dark room, shattering the silence that lingered.
“Why would I want to do that cara mia? Soon, you’ll belong to me and the Night itself,” the
stranger replied shrilly, his cold body almost touching hers.
In the dark of night, only the shadows
covered the handsome features of him, making it difficult to
see the cold expression filling his eyes that looked almost like
obsidian under the dark shadows that haunted the room.
Cold, long fingers of the stranger pressed
against Buffy’s cheek delicately, lovingly in a way that made her flinch.
Icy cold lips pressed tenderly against her tear stained cheeks with
a kiss that seem to send more violent shivers down her spine.
“Let her go!” a familiar arrogant voice snarled from behind the stranger.
A familiar voice that was filled with deadly venom and accuracy.
Standing under the silver kissed glow of the moon stood
the taller stranger that had warned Buffy earlier on.
Silver sparks filled the taller stranger’s obsidian eyes, reflecting them off like silver light.
The spiked hair stranger could only
laugh more intimately in response, as if the other
Stranger’s appearance seem to amuse him in excruciating pleasure.
The cruelness of his handsome smile returned to his features
once more, but this time it was filled with deadly hatred and desire.
“She belongs to me,” the spiked hair stranger snarled, his icy cold fingers wrapping more
tightly around Buffy’s slim wrist as he pushed her against him.
No heartbeat radiated from his chest.
Only the coldness emancipated from there like stone cold ice.
Wisps of smoke slowly began to swirl in and out of the room like ghostly phantoms, surrounding
the two strangers that were gazing at each other with pure
hatred on their faces, circling each other in a predatory dance.
Unexpectedly, the stranger released his cold fingers from Buffy’s wrist and she moved
away from him, fishing out a ivory carved knife that lay underneath her
canopy bed, clutching it tightly against her warm chest, embracing it.
The spiked hair stranger paid no attention to her whatsoever.
His eyes only paid attention to the taller stranger that stood before
him with those dark, obsidian eyes that bore his own like black holes.
Buffy could feel the tension rising as she lay against the dark right corner of the
room where the moon welcomed its silver rays through the open window.
“Sooner or later *they* will come after her. *They* will kill her,” the spiked hair stranger replied tauntingly.
Buffy had had enough.
Quietly as a cat, she pounced behind
the taller stranger’s back, even breaths coming in and out as
wisps of smoke in the cool air when she circled around the back of the spiked hair stranger.
Clutching the ivory knife in her small hands, she plunged it
all the way into the stranger’s back, to where his cold heart should have been beating.
A howl emancipated from the stranger, breaking the quietness that was the night.
Fangs glistened brightly underneath the silver glow as blood
began to trickle down his cold chest, staining the carpeted floor below.
“What have you done to me?!” the stranger cried out in pain, clutching
both of his cold hands to his chest to stop the bleeding.
Soon after, he jumped off from the window before him and disappeared into the night without looking back.
The howls and cries that followed soon after pierced the night sky, the cries filling with such
excruciating pain Buffy could hear the sound of wolves howling as well along with the eerie cries.
“Thanks,” she whispered to the taller stranger
that stood close to her, his black eyes piercing hers lovingly.
“il vostro benvenuto il mio amore,” the stranger replied in Italian, kissing her hand gently.
“Name’s Angelo Salvatore. But you can call me Angel,” the stranger
introduced in a careful whisper, taking Buffy’s hand in his.
Buffy could barely hide a desire ridden
smile away from her delicate face, flushing under
the careful soft glow of the night that radiated moonbeams.
Then her ears picked up a sound from outside.
Whispers and shouts were heard from
outside of the house, piercing the night with its angry sound.
“We better get out of here amore.
*They’re* here. They’re looking for you. We must leave! We need to go someplace safe.”
Panic began to arose inside
Buffy but she didn’t whisper a word at the urgency in his voice.
Quietly, she gotten dressed while Angel stood
by the window, his beautiful angelic face radiating from the
moon in awe, looking down at a mob that stared at him with
their predatory evil eyes glowing
in the dark, radiating their supreme evil.
They were the Night Ones.
The evil secret society of the most powerful vampires, witches, and
shapeshifters that ever existed throughout history.
And they were going after Buffy Summers...
*Author's Note: The guy name Angel is *not* Angel its a different person.
I'm working on chappie 6 so i will post that soon. My thanks to everyone who has reviewed so far. You guys are the best!!!
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