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Sorry, this chapter is a bit on the short side. I promise the next update will be longer :)




Chapter: 33



A hardy knuckled rasp sounded on the front door, echoing throughout the silent house. The three teens looked up from their studies, making eye contact with each other, looks of perplexity passing between the group.

“It’s probably a door-to-door salesman,” said Cordelia, excitement lacing her voice as she sat up in her seat, her interest peeked. Since the “excitement” in the basement a few hours earlier, she had been in a particularly foul mood and the thought of someone potentially selling makeup lifted her spirits slightly.

As a second round of knocks disturbed the tranquility that had washed over the house, Xander pushed his stool back from the counter. Raising his hand, he waved off the two women, gesturing for them to continue with the research. “One can only hope,” he mumbled dryly as he rubbed the palms of his hands into his blurry eyes, trying to remove the feeling of drowsiness. As he approached the front door, a third round of knocks started. “I’m coming, I’m, coming,” he hollered as he unlocked the top latch, “Hold your horses.”

Swinging the door open, the teen was about to yell at the individual standing on the other side, berate them for knocking at such a late hour and tell them to never come back. However, the person standing at the threshold of the house caused the young man to instantly straighten upright while swallowing his words. With his brief stint as active military during last year’s Halloween fiasco, Xander’s respect for authority kicked into overdrive. As politely as he could, he forced a fake smile onto his face while asking, “Is there a problem Officer?”

“Evening,” said the uniformed officer standing on the opposite side of the door. “I’m Officer Harper with the SunnyDale Police Department,” said the ginger haired male in his mid-thirties as he nodded his head slightly at the teen. Hitching his thumb over his shoulder, he indicated to his partner, a slightly pudgy, dark haired, middle-aged male that was walking around the convertible haphazardly parked half in the road and half on the lawn. “That there is my partner. We received several noise complaints from this address.”

“Oh yea,” Xander said sheepishly as he looked out at Cordelia’s car, the vehicle in question had torn up the once perfectly manicured lawn upon coming to a halt. On top of that, the cheerleader seemed to have collected several ‘slow down’ signs on the grill of her car that residents of the neighborhood had put up in an effort of slowing down the erratic drivers. The whole scene screamed reckless driving, if not irresponsible driver. “Um, well, you see … She … really needed to use the bathroom.”

“Is there an adult home I can speak to?” asked Officer Harper as he peered over the young males shoulder, looking through the foyer to the left and right. “You’re mom maybe?”

“Oh no, Mrs. Summers’ isn’t here,” informed Xander with a brisk shake of the head, a nervous smile breaking out across his face.

The Officer narrowed his eyes at the boy, scrutinizing his words. “When will she be back?”

“Umm,” Xander faltered as he racked his brain for a suitable lie to tell the Officer that would sound plausible. “She’s away on business.” Before he could offer up any more information, Cordelia entered the room, checking to see what was taking so long.

“Xander, I swear, if you’re in here goofing off …” Cordelia huffed as she rounded the corner. “While I’m in there slaving away over Giles’ gross old texts I’m gonna …”

“Cordy!” Xander practically shouted, effectively cutting off the cheerleader’s tirade. “We have two of SunnyDale’s finest at the door.” Hitching a thumbing in the direction of the open door, “apparently we got some complaints about your driving abilities, or lack thereof.”

“Ma’am, do you live here? Asked Officer Harper as Cordelia came to stand in the open doorway with Xander.

“Ew, as if,” said the tall brunette, her face scrunching up in disgust. “I’m just … visiting.”

Officer Harper clenched his jaw in annoyance as he glared down the high school student. Turning his gaze back to the boy, he asked through gritted teeth, “what about you, do you live here?”

Uh, sorta?” Xander said with a light chuckle as he sheepishly drummed fingers against his pectorals.

“Sorta?” questioned the second officer as he walked away from the convertible, up the front steps of the house, to his partner’s side. “Elaborate.”

“I mean, I’m here all the time,” Xander said quickly, backtracking. “Joyce. Mrs. Summers. She says I’m like a son to her and … and … and that I might as well live here since I already eat her out of house and home.” He added with a chuckle. "Plus my home life's not the greatest so Mrs. Summers lets me crash here whenever I want." As if a lightbulb went off in his head, he slapped his right front pocket while letting out an exited shout. “Ooh! She gave me a key. So I can come and go as I please.”

The two Officers slowly tilted their heads to look at each other, exchanging a quick look with one another, before turning their attention back to the two teenagers. “Is there anyone else inside of the home?” asked the second, unidentified Officer.

“Yea, another friend,” Xander replied slowly, automatically looking over his shoulder in the direction of the kitchen.

The second Officer grabbed for the radio affixed to his shoulder and started mumbling into the device. He waited a few seconds, his head lowered with his ear next to the radio, waiting for a response. Looking to his partner, he nodded his head, giving him the signal to go ahead.

“Sir, ma’am,” said Officer Harper as he grabbed his duty belt, shifting the heavy leather, “we’re gonna have to do a preliminary sweep of the residence.”

“Is that really necessary?” asked Xander as he observed another patrol car pull up in front of the Summers’ residence. “This seems like a bit much?”

“It’s a customary procedure.” Officer Harper stated sternly as he stepped aside for the arrival of his superior Officer. “Especially since there are no adults present and the home owner is not here.”

Xander solemnly looked back and forth between the two male Officers before casting his gaze over to the new arrival, a young female Officer that appeared to be in her early twenties with long flowing dark hair. The woman’s eyes were penetrating and she had a cold, no nonsense scowl adorning her lips.

He looked at his ex-girlfriend for reassurance, a halfcocked smile gracing his lips before turning his attention back to the Police Officers standing outside on the dimly lit porch. “I uh, yeah, sure,” he faltered, as he waved the three uniformed Officers inside of the home. “Come on in.”

In unison, the Officers broke out in menacing grins, the corners of their mouths almost reaching the slits of their eyes. As if on cue, while the female Officer took her first step into the house, the males following close behind, Tara called out to her newly acquired friends, seeing if they needed assistance.

“Xander is everything okay?” Tara said as she entered the foyer from the dining room.

“Hey Tara, the cops got a noise com…” Xander started to explain as he gestured to the three officers to step inside.

“Xander, no” the blonde said forcefully as she came to a sudden stop, her eyes widening as she took in the scene before her and the mystical energies shrouding the new arrivals. The auras surrounding the three uniformed individuals were dark. Black, grays and muted purples swirled around their bodies, jutting out irregularly as they fought for dominance.

Xander’s eyebrows knitted together in confusion, perplexed by the blonde’s sudden outburst. He was about to question Tara when Officer Harper tilted his head to the right to look at the witch, two small puncture wounds becoming evident on the man’s exposed neck. The two inch collar of the Officers pristine uniform, which had previously been lying flat against the male’s porcelain skin had been effectively hiding the fresh puncture wounds. With the bite marks now on display, Xander let out a screech as the Officer morphed into his vampiric form.

“I should really stop answering doors,” quipped the terrified teen as he stumbled backwards into the living room. With as much chivalry as he could muster up at the moment, he reached his arms out behind him, ushering his ex-girlfriend behind him in an attempt to protect her from the offending vampires.

“Officer Lamber, Harper, get the children,” said the female with a devilish grin as she walked further into the house, her focus solely on the blonde. “I’ll get the witch.”

“With pleasure, Elizabeth,” Officer Lambert said enthusiastically as he rolled his head from side to side, transforming into is demonic visage.

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“I should really stop answering doors,” quipped the terrified teen as he stumbled backwards into the living room
aww poor Xander. He really does have the worst luck. I'm interested to see how they get out of this situation .PLease update soon!


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“I should really stop answering doors,” quipped the terrified teen as he stumbled backwards into the living room
aww poor Xander. He really does have the worst luck. I'm interested to see how they get out of this situation .PLease update soon!


I always thought that Xander has some of the worst luck on the show. Poor guy was always mucking things up or getting himself in trouble no matter how good his intentions were.

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CHAPTER 34


Once the door to the club was shut, the alley was plunged into near darkness, the dim glow from a flickering lamp post a few yards away the only light illuminating the passageway. Within seconds, the vampires lurched forward; grotesque smiles loomed over their saliva slicked teeth. The two muscular vampires that had been standing behind Thomas, offering security, now stood at the front of the pack.

The Slayer gathered her composure quickly as the blood thirsty hoard of vampires approached, her demeanor switching from disquietude to unadulterated hatred. “Giles, stay back,” Buffy growled out, never taking her eyes off the approaching demons. Slinking both of her hands behind her back, she extracted the two stakes she had hidden in her waistband earlier in the evening. With a quick flick of the wrist, Buffy expertly flung them forward. As promised, the Slayer skillfully exterminated the two larger vampires first as the stakes penetrated deep into their unbeating hearts, rendering them into two neat piles of ashes.

Without missing a beat, Angel rushed forward through the misting ash, his mini sword positioned in a low arc. With a wide swing upwards and to the left, Angel struck a short, stubby Vampire towards the front of the pack. As his blade hit its target, it sliced through the vampires flesh effortlessly, decapitating the demon in one swipe. Before the vampire even knew what happened, he was turning to dust, Angel’s large frame rushing through his debris for his next victim.


As the numbers quickly dwindled from ten to seven, Buffy ran headlong into the remaining throngs of the undead, their jagged nails clawing at her clothing and exposed flesh, in an attempt to get a piece of the Slayer. Removing a third stake from her pocket, she jabbed it into the heart of the nearest vampire, this time making sure not to lose her grip on the chunk of wood, as she gallantly fought for dominance. With pristine, well timed punches, she was able to push back the vampires, giving herself and Angel enough room to properly fight.

With a scissor kick to a heavily tattooed vampire’s chest, Buffy sent the male flying backwards, landing motionless at the feet of the Hemlock demons standing by the side door. Before the Slayer could completely regain her balance, having landed awkwardly on the pavement, a blur of motion entered her peripheral vision. Before she could register what was happening, a boney, ring clad hand connected squarely with the Slayer’s left cheek bone, sending the young woman stumbling backwards a few steps into the arms of another vampire.

Just as the vampire was about to lift the dazed slayer off of the ground by her throat, his fingers already gripping tightly around her supple neck, the tip of a broad sword jutted out the center of his chest. Looking down in befuddlement at the pultruding piece of steel, his grasp on the Slayer’s neck gradually started to loosen. Looking up from the sword sticking out of his chest, his mouth opened and closed reflexively as he stared in confusion at the blonde. Ripping herself free from the vampires weakening grip, Buffy took a step back as she gasped for air, her hands instinctively reaching for her bruised throat as Angel pulled the sword free from the demons torso. After several deep breaths, Buffy lunged forward, plunging her stake into the vampires blood drenched hand that was clutching the gaping wound in his chest, smirking with satisfaction as the demon exploded into a cloud of dust.

Spinning around on her heels, Buffy ducked out of the way just in time as another fist came at her, causing her to stumble backwards. Taking advantage of the moment of weakness, the heavy set monster kicked his right foot forward, sinking his boot into the Slayer’s stomach. Air evacuated the Slayers lungs with haste as she dropped to her knees, bile rising to sting the back of her throat. As the pudgy vampire approached, preparing to throw another punch, Buffy swallowed down her nausea as she dove headfirst, slamming an elbow into the vampires kneecap. Shattering the bone with the force of the impact, Buffy was back on her feet, ready for her next victim before the demon hit the ground.

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From behind the Slayer, swinging his sword upwards, Angel sliced through the left wrist of the closest assailant, severing the vampire’s hand. With the demon momentarily distracted, Angel grabbed the man by the scruff of his shirt, pivoted, and kicked him in the chest, sending him flying towards the dumpster where Giles stood waiting with a stake in hand. Turning back around, Angel ran towards the fallen vampire Buffy had just dropped to the floor, hefting his sword above his head before swinging downwards and lopping off the immobilized vampires head.



Leaping into the fray, Giles jumped onto the back of the heavily bleeding vampire as he scrambled to his feet. Wrapping his left arm around the snarling male’s neck, the Watcher struggled to secure his bicep under the vampires chin as the vampire stood up to his full height, effectively lifting Giles off of the ground. Clinging to the demon, Giles attempted several times to plunge his stake into the monsters heart as the wounded demon began spinning in circles, attempting to dislodge the older male. In a desperate attempt to remove the human from off of his back, the vampire slammed backwards into the dumpster, crushing the Watcher against the thick steel. He continued this action several times, repeatedly slamming the Watcher into the dumpster until the grip around his neck finally loosened and the man fell from his back, hitting the floor with a hard thud.

With his good hand, the tall, lanky vampire gripped the heavily bleeding nub of his left wrist to steady the blood flow, as he stood over the Watchers prone body, before bringing his hand to his mouth and licking the blood off of his long tapered fingers. With every passing second, droplets of blood fell from the vampire’s fingers, cascaded down onto Giles’ pristine brown leisure suite soiling the fabric. After several moments, the badly maimed vampire reached down with his nearly clean, blood stained hand, lifting the Watcher into the air by his shirt, its fabric cutting into the older man’s armpits. As he dangled in the air, Giles frantically kicked his legs, trying desperately to make purchase on any part of vampire’s body.

With a snarl, the demon slammed the Watcher once more into the dumpster. As he held the older man in place against the cold steel, he placed his bleeding nub against the Watcher’s temple, pressing his head back onto the lid, exposing a throbbing jugular. With a predatorily grumble erupting from deep inside of his chest, the vampire leaned in, his teeth grazing the tender flesh of the unprotected neck. As he was about to bite down, his eyes widen in disbelief, before briskly straightening up to look at his chest and the hunk of wood sticking out of his pectoral. Releasing his grip on the shirt, he stumbled backwards stunned.

Regaining his composure as best as possible, Giles lurched forward towards the shocked vampire. With an open hand, he slammed his palm into the butt of the stake, pushing it further into the undead man’s chest, piercing his heart completely. As the vampire crumbled to dust, Giles staggered forward to the brick wall, his body slumping against it in exhaustion. From heavy lidded eyes, Giles watched as Angel pivoted around the vampire he was fighting, positioning himself near the dumpster.

From the corner of her left eye, Buffy watched as Angel traded blows with a broad-shouldered vampire, as he stood guard in front of her watcher, protecting the middle age man from the large statured vampire. Returning her attention fully to the vampire in front of her, Buffy let loose with a two punch combo followed by a roundhouse kick to the dazed vampire’s temple. With a hand clutching the side of his head where a gash emerged from the brute force of the kick, the vampire straightened up slowly, only to scream in agony as Buffy drove her stake into the soft tissue of his right eye.

As the demon fell to the floor, writhing in pain, the Slayer stomped on the back of the stake, driving it deeper into the brain cavity. As she bent down to retrieve the stake, preparing to end the vampires suffering, a sharp pain shot through her scalp as an undetected treat approached her from behind and grabbed a fistful of hair. As the fingers weaved their way through her hair, Buffy let out a startled gasp as her head was brutally yanked backwards.

Staring up into the glistening yellow eyes of her attacker, Buffy realized it was the same vampire she had sent flying towards the Hemlock demons earlier on when the fight first started. Before she had a chance to react to the threat, the heavily tattooed vampire viciously tossed her to the ground, her head impacting with the asphalt. With a swift kick to the stomach, the vampire who had on a cutoff mechanics t-shirt with the name “Earl” embroidered on the chest sent the Slayer rolling over onto her back as she gasped in pain.

Stalking closer to the wounded woman, a predatorily grin on his face, Earl reached down and grasped the Slayers right leg, smashing his forearm down on the top of her knee, splintering bone. Wriggling in agony, Buffy clenched her injured leg as she hissed in pain. As Earl bent down, preparing to unleash an onslaught of punches, the Slayer rammed her good leg straight out from her prone form, slamming her boot clad foot against the demons pelvic bone and bending the big vampire double. Taking advantage of the vampire’s moment of weakness, Buffy rolled over onto her stomach and began crawling away from the monster, trying to put distance between them.

Before she could get too far, she felt hands grabbing at her back, lifting her off of the ground. There wasn’t much time to consider what had brought her to this point in her life, crumpled up on the floor in a dark alley behind a club, sticky, wet, and reeking of spilled alcohol. With surprising force, Earl tossed her across the alley, past the unimpressed Hemlock demon’s who still had yet to move, into several high-top tables that had once resided inside of the Bronze.

Slowly, Buffy rolled off the table as it collapsed beneath her weight, landing heavy on the floor. An audible crack reached her ears as she hit the floor, while at the same time her side screamed out with a fiery, piercing pain. Another rib biting the dust she thought disdainfully. Staying on the ground was not an option as interesting as the new vantage point was. Gingerly, Buffy bounded to her feet, grimacing as her now broken rib objected. Air filled her lungs too slowly or, at least, it seemed that way. She coughed again, a pathetic wheezing sound escaping her lips as blood gurgled at the back of her throat.

As she cradled her ribs, her foot struck something that skittered away with a familiar clatter. She shot a quick glance in its direction. Angel’s sword, dropped at some point during the fight. As Buffy stretched for the weapon, stooped over like an old man in need of a cane, a pair of worn steel toed boots attached to tight blood spattered denim jeans, kicked it away. She watched it spin comically away from her as another pair of leather shoes blocked her from going after it, and she wondered if her life was just one giant cosmic joke at this point. A comedy of errors.

‘God hates me,’ Buffy thought to herself solemnly as the second vampire rushed her. Leaping backwards, Buffy narrowly avoided the vampire as he haphazardly dove for her, his body crumpling into the asphalt next to the broken furniture.

After the second set of boots scuffled past, Buffy dove for the sword, narrowly avoiding a garbage can hurled in her direction. Bright white fire, like burning lithium, lit up her vision when she hit the ground. With a grunt, the Slayer reached out blindly, the tips of her fingers closing around the butt of the blade.

She rose to her feet, schooling her expression into one of strength and control all the while blood pounded in her ears, making it almost impossible to concentrate. With unsteady legs, her splintered knee screaming in agony as she bared weight on it, Buffy crouched into a fighting stance, the butt of the blade held firmly in both hands. Squinting her eyes, she silently dared Earl and the now, partially blind vampire who was picking himself up from the rubbish to approach.

Instead of rushing forward in a foolhardy attack, the two demons split off in opposite directions, slowly starting to circle the Slayer. Hobbling due to her shattered knee, Buffy attempted to rotate with Earl all the while attempting to keep the other vampire in her peripheral. As if in a game of cat and mouse, the vampires took turns teasing the Slayer, swatting at her when she turned her back, waiting for her to make a mistake.

Tiring from the constant onslaught, Buffy’s movement started to slow down. The muscles in her arm started to quiver as they strained to keep the sword upright. Knowing it would be a matter of minutes before she lost her grip on the weapon, her body having taken too much damage over the past few days, Buffy dove forward at the visually impaired vampire, figuring he would be the easier kill out of the two. With a frenzied swing, she connected with the vampire’s stomach, slicing open his abdominal cavity. As the monster dropped to his knees, his hands frantically clutching at his disemboweled stomach, trying to prevent the internal organs from spilling out on the cement, Buffy turned her attention back to Earl.

Growling in fury, Earl sprinted forward, tackling the Slayer like a professional linebacker. As the two slammed to the floor, Buffy’s back skidding across the asphalt due to the weight of the slightly heavier demon; Earl reached for the sword loosely gripped in the Slayer’s hand. The two dueled briefly for supremacy before Earl won the upper hand and yanked the blade out of the Slayer’s grasp.

Perching himself up onto his knees, his thighs straddling the Slayer’s bruised battered ribs, Earl sneered down at the blonde in victory, a broad smile gracing his pale lips. Bringing the sword up over his head, his hands clutching the handle of the sword, Earl trusted the blade in a downward motion towards the Slayer’s throat.

Just as the tip of the sword was about to enter the dazed Slayer’s throat, Buffy jutted both of her arms upwards with lightning fast reflexes she wasn’t sure she still obtained, catching the blade between her palms. Pushing upwards, shoving the blade away from her, the hilt of the sword smashed into Earl’s face. Staggering backwards from the sheer force of the blow, Buffy took the opportunity to hop to her feet and kick the vampire in the chest. As Earl stumbled back even further, Buffy reached down and picked up the sword. Swinging the blade around once in a figure eight motion, Buffy thrusted the sword forward at her opponent. With cat like reflexes, Earl managed to parry out of the Slayer’s way in the nick of time, the rip across the front of his shirt the only casualty.

Fingering the hole in his shirt, Earl looked up at the Slayer in disgust. “We end this now,” he growled out in a surly tone, the corner of his lip curling up in a snarl.

“Fine by me,” huffed out the Slayer, her chest heaving up and down in exhaustion as she eyed something behind the cocky vampire.

“Look at you, you can barely stand,” taunted Earl as he stepped closer, his hands clenched in fists of rage. “Do you really think you can take me?”

“Maybe not,” came the panted reply, a hint of relief etching her words as her shoulders slumped, the tip of the blade falling to clink with the ground. Giving a curt nod, Buffy gestured to Earl’s left, “But he can.”

Twirling around to observe what the Slayer had just gestured to, Earl’s eyebrows shot upwards in shock as he realized that Angel, having disposed of his own opponent, was now standing behind him. “Aw fu...” was as far as Earl got before Angel landed a roundhouse kick to his ribs, the fierce impact causing him to collapse to the ground.

With pent up fury coursing through his body, Angel kicked the vampire several times, only stopping when he noticed Earl was no longer fighting back, his mouth open in silent agony as he unnecessarily gasped for breath. With a newfound sense of rage bubbling inside of him as he looked over at the Slayer, his girlfriend severely wounded from the fight, Angel lifted the stake he took from Giles, plunging it deep into Earl’s chest. The force, at which he shoved the stake into the demons tender flesh, caused the sharpened hunk of wood to pultrude out the back of the vampire, cracking the asphalt.

“Buffy, are you alright,” called out Angel as he rushed to the Slayer’s aid, wrapping his arms around her waist as she collapsed into his warm embrace.

Before she had a chance to answer, a slow deride clapping could be heard from behind them. With a heavy, clouded head, Buffy looked up to notice the Hemlock demons that had been standing guard at the door, where now advancing into the middle of the alley. With a long sigh, Buffy pushed herself off of Angel’s chest, straightening herself up as best as possible.

“Quite entertaining,” one of the Hemlock demons said condescendingly as he meandered forward. “Although, I thought you would have ended that child play sooner.”

“Obviously the Slayer’s strength has been greatly embellished ...” said the second demon as he walked beside his brethren. “Either that or the life of her friend’s mean nothing,” He said through a chuckle as he looked upwards in contemplation, “that house must be riddled with blood by now.”

The Slayer’s brows knitted together in anger as the demon’s continuous mockery. “I’ll show you what Slayer strength is,” she growled out as she hefted the sword above her shoulder, showing no signs of weariness.

With the sword acting as a decoy, Buffy kicked the first demon in the sternum, propelling him backwards, causing the monster to somersault from the sheer force. “You got him honey?” Buffy asked Angel, indicating the demon she has just kicked to the floor as she tossed him the sword.

Nodding his head in affirmation, Angel stalked closer to the dazed demon as Buffy waved on the second Hemlock demon. With a gut screeching howl, the seconds Hemlock demon ran forward in anticipation of attacking the Slayer. Buffy stood her ground, watching as the demon closed the distance between them.

As soon as the demon was within three feet of her, Buffy leapt into the air, promptly allowing her opponent to walk into a blazing roundhouse kick that rattled his skull. As the large demon teetered backwards, starting to topple over, Buffy’s other foot came up and slammed into his rib cage. Buffy continued this action, back and forth, right leg, left leg for several seconds, lifting the demon with each kick, forcing him to remain standing.
Even as her legs throbbed in pain, her knee screaming in agony, begging for the onslaught of kicks to subside, Buffy wrapped her arms around the Hemlock demons head to hold him up. With the demons words reverberating through her head, his cocky taunt about the Slayer’s lack of strength, Buffy repeatedly thrusted her knee into his ribs. As pain exploded in the Hemlock demons chest, Buffy basked in the sounds of the bones breaking underneath the force of each blow.

The demons breathing started to become labored as his legs turned to Jell-O and his body struggled to stay upright. As his large frame started to wobble from the numerous blows raining down on him, Buffy let loose with an uppercut to the demon’s unguarded chin, sending him flying into the wall. Before he could compose himself, Buffy was on him again, firing rootless kicks and punches into his body repeatedly, as if she was exercising on a heavy bag
Stepping back, Buffy allowed the demon to push off of the brick wall and stagger a few steps towards her. With a death-defying smirk, Buffy shot a back kick into the Hemlock demons midsection with so much force that it drove him through the steal door and onto the concrete floor of the nightclub. The ferocity, in which the demon was kick, caused his body to flop to the ground with a wet, fleshy thud. Looking back at Angel who had already disposed of his opponent, Buffy requested the bloody sword hanging limp in Angel’s hand.

Tossing the sword to his girlfriend, Angel stood back as Buffy released her anger on the second demon. From his coiled position on the floor, Buffy thrusted her arm forward, making contact with her much larger enemy. The sound of metal penetrating bone filled her ears as the blade now stood entrenched firmly in the Hemlock demons skull. Buffy stared at the rapidly dying monster for several long seconds, watching the light in his eyes dim before she spoke.

“Never let a battle turn to a contest of strength,” she proclaimed before yanking the blade out of his skull, wiping the monsters blood on the thigh of her tarnished jeans. “You will always lose.”

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aww, poor Buff cant seem to catch a break. This story had my interest peeked. Please update soon and maybe woth a little W/T action :pray

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aww, poor Buff cant seem to catch a break. This story had my interest peeked. Please update soon and maybe woth a little W/T action :pray



Unfortunately his luck doesn't change much in this next chapter. Not much "action" per say, but there is some W/T screen time. I promise, I promise that will change tho in a few chapters from now.

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CHAPTER: 35

Cordelia let out an ear shattering scream as she turned to run into the living room, Xander hot on her heals. As they entered the room, Xander be-lined for the chest nestled by the television. Flipping the lid open, he frantically searched for a suitable weapon that would keep the vampires at arm’s length.

As he searched the trunk, Officer Lambert and Officer Harper, meandered into the room, their pace slow as they watched the frightened teenagers. With a malevolent chuckle, Officer Lambert stalked towards Xander while Officer Harper made his way towards Cordelia who was hiding in the corner behind the armrest of the couch.

Licking his lips, Officer Harper reached out for the quivering female, grabbing her with both hands by the scruff of her shirt. As he lifted Cordelia in the air, he slowly brought her closer to his opened mouth, inflicting as much fear in the young woman as possible. As the smell of rotting flesh assaulted her nostrils, Cordelia frantically looked around her for a weapon. With her right hand, she reached for a lamp nestled on the side table, the tips of her fingers brushing against the pottery. As the tips of the monsters fangs brushed against the soft flesh of her neck, penetrating her skin, Cordelia grabbed a hold of the lamp, smashing it down onto Officer Harper's head.

Falling from the vampires grasp as he clenched his head in pain, Cordelia ran for the foyer, planning on escaping through the open front door. Just as she broke the threshold of the living room, Officer Harper leapt towards the tall brunette, his arms outstretched. With her footing pulled out from under her, Cordelia fell to the floor with a hard thud. Looking behind her, Cordelia noticed Officer Harper lying flat on the floor, blood trickling down his forehead into his eyes as he gripped her left ankle tightly. Flipping the screaming woman over, Officer Harper attempted to climb up Cordelia’s body.

With a sudden release of adrenaline coursing through her body, Cordelia’s acute stress responder kicked into drive, turning her flight response into fight. With her free foot, she started kicking in a downward motion at Officer Harper’s face, causing a gash to appear on the bridge of his nose. After the fourth kick to the vampires face, blood free flowing down his nostrils to his mouth, Officer Harper finally released his hold on her ankle. Scurrying to her feet, Cordelia attempted to race towards the open door, only to stop dead in her tracks when she noticed a large monster standing guard on the front porch surrounded by several other uniformed vampires. Turning back around, she stared up the staircase before shaking her head, every horror movie quickly flashing through her mind of the victim dying after running towards the bedrooms. A final decision in mind, she leapt over the vampire’s prone body, reentering the living room.


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As Officer Lambert stalked closer to Xander, only a few feet away from the boy, Xander spun around, a crucifix clenched tightly in his hand. Rearing backwards, Officer Lambert hissed his disapproval as the young male held up the cross, shaking it in the demons face.

“Back,” Xander shouted, his voice wavering. “Back I say!”

The demon stepped back automatically, the presence of the crucifix causing his skin to tingle. As the demon stood at a distance, Xander started to rotate his body, inching slowly towards his ex-girlfriend. Snarling in aggravation at the minor deterrence, Officer Lambert thrusted his hand out; forcefully hitting Xander in the forearm. As pain radiated through Xander’s arm, he dropped the crucifix to the floor.

With an audible gasp, Xander looked down at his feet where the cross now rested before looking back up into the vampires glistening eyes. Xander gave the vampire a weak smile, before letting out a yelp as Officer Lambert grabbed him by the throat. Gripping his fingers tightly around Xander’s neck, Officer Lambert lifted the brunette into the air before tossing him in a arch over his left shoulder.

Smashing into the coffee table with incredible force, Xander’s back went through the decorative glass, crumpling the table under his weight. Staring up at the ceiling, Xander wheezed in agony as pain radiated through his back where several shards of glass penetrated his skin. Before he could catch his breath, two hands reached over him, gripping his shirt tightly. Before he knew it, Officer Lambert was pulling him off of the demolished coffee table, flinging him through the air towards the far wall.

Xander’s bruised riddled back hit the wall, indenting the drywall, before he crashed to the floor on his stomach. Feebly, Xander attempted to push his body up off of the ground, his inner voice yelling at him to get up.

“I like you kid,”Officer Lambert said as he walked towards the bleeding teenager, his head tilted to the side as he watched Xander struggle to stand upright. “You’ve got moxie.”

“Gee, thanks,” Xander grumbled out sardonically as blood bubbled from his lips, his weakened limbs still straining to push his frame off of the ground.

“Too bad my orders are to kill you,” tisked out the former cop. “You would’ve made a great vampire.”

“Not to sound redundant,” Xander said as he pushed himself into a sitting position, his back resting against the wall as his head lolled backwards, his eyes slowly shutting. “Gee, thanks.”

“Oh well,” remarked Officer Lambert, shrugging his shoulders. Leaning over, he grabbed Xander from under his armpits, pulling the fatigued boy’s body away from the wall, placing him in a standing position. Officer Lambert looked over Xander, the aroma of blood seeping from his wounds assailing the vampire’s sense, causing him to lose focus. As he basked in the scent of Xander blood, he didn’t hear Cordelia creeping up on him until it was too late.

Screaming, Cordelia hefted a side table and swung it sideways like a bat towards the vampire manhandling Xander. The thick wood of the side table smashed into Officer Lambert’s upper back and neck, breaking upon impact. As the vampire collapsed to his hands and knees, Cordelia reached out to Xander, catching him as his knees gave way. Slinging one of Xander’s arms over her shoulders while bracing him around his waist with her other hand, Cordelia urged Xander to the back hallway that led around to the kitchen and to the backdoor. As the duo entered the rear of the kitchen, Cordelia flung open the back door only to be greeted by several awaiting vampires. Slamming the door shut on the heinous beasts standing vigilant in the backyard, Cordelia pivoted herself and Xander around towards the kitchen in search of a weapon.


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“I’ll get the witch.”

The words reverberated through Tara’s mind as she hastily backed up into the dining room, trying to put distance between herself and the female vampire. Grabbing a chair, she tossed it to the ground to slow down Elizabeth’s advancement. Sprinting around the table, Tara rested with her hands on the back of a chair at the head of the table, keenly watching the vampire to see which direction she would go.

As Elizabeth cantered around the left side of the table, Tara moved with her in the opposite direction. Elizabeth then moved right, running around the table. Counteracting, Tara maneuvered in the opposite direction, making sure to put a table length between them. From her position, Elizabeth gripped the Cherrywood table, her nails digging into the hard wood as she glared down the blonde. Reaching behind her, Tara frantically grabbed ahold of Mrs. Summer’s crystal china, throwing it at the vampire, only occasionally hitting her mark.

Swatting away the dinnerware as it whizzed towards her, Elizabeth grabbed ahold of one of the chairs, tossing it over the table at the blonde. Wide eyed, Tara ducked, the chair narrowly missing her head. Popping up, Tara noticed Elizabeth once again running around the table, causing her to run as well. The duo kept this up for several moments, the distance never closing as Tara continued to keep pace with the vampire. Growing frustrated, a deep growl erupted from Elizabeth’s throat before she slammed down her clenched fists on the table.

“I’m done playing games,” she roared as she leaped on top of the table in one single bound, her leather cladded feet splintering the wood beneath her. Rushing forward, Elizabeth dove for the blonde, knocking them both to the ground as she speared the witch in the stomach.

With the much stronger vampire on top of her, her hands pinned above her head by the wrists, Tara looked up in fear at the glistening eyes glowering down at her. In a feeble attempt, Tara struggled to dislodge Elizabeth from on top of her, her torso wiggling as she kicked her feet. Petrified, Tara started mumbling words under her breath, pleading with any deity listening to provide her the strength to muster up a spell. As her blood started boiling hot with borrowed power, Tara shouted out the only spell that came to mind.

“Rursus,” Tara shouted, using the Latin word for ‘back’. With wide eyes, she watched in amazement as Elizabeth shot backwards, smashing into the table. With the vampire momentarily disabled, Tara flipped over onto her stomach, quickly pushing herself up off of the floor. Racing forward, Tara sprinted into the kitchen where she found Cordelia rummaging through a drawer as she struggled to hold Xander upright.

“Cordelia, the door,” Tara shouted as she ran towards the backdoor.

“No don’t!” Hollered Cordelia as she spun around, a large butcher knife grasped firmly in her hands. “They’re out there.”

Peering through the glass window pain in the center of the door, Tara counted at least three vampires. Before she could formulate a plan, Officer Lambert and Officer Harper’s disheveled bodies fumbled through the side entrance to the kitchen. Looking behind her, she also noticed Elizabeth slowly getting to her feet, pieces of splintered wood falling away from her shoulders.

Holding out her hands, palms facing the two approaching male vampires, Tara repeated the Latin word used on Elizabeth. As the two demons were tossed backwards, Tara rushed over to Cordelia, placing an arm around Xander’s waist to help support his weight. “The basement,” Tara said briskly as she started ushering them to the closed door.

Flinging the door open, Tara motioned for Cordelia to head down the steps with Xander. Just as she was about to slam the door shut, Elizabeth jutted out her hand, the tips of her fingers catching in the door as she gripped the frame. Tugging on the handle, Tara put all of her weight into keeping the door shut.

Blood started to seep down the doorframe from where the door sliced into Elizabeth’s knuckles as she struggled to open the thick fire resident door. After several agonizingly long moments, Tara watched as Elizabeth pulled her fingers back out of the door, the skin around the first two knuckles peeling away. With all of her weight pulling backwards to keep the door shut, Tara hollered down the steps to Cordelia to find something to help keep the door secured.

Cordelia desperately searched the basement for something to jam under the doorknob. As she ran over to the steal shelf adorning one wall, making sure not to cross into Willow or Spike’s space, she pulled down several two by fours. Scanning her eyes over the shelf, she located a hammer and a box full of nails. Sprinting back up the staircase, she lifted a board over Tara’s shoulders, slamming it sideways across the door. From the other side of the door, they could hear the vampires pounding on the wood, shouting out idle threats. Pulling out several nails with a trembling hand, Cordelia began hammering the two by four in place to the doorframe. After positioning several pieces of wood in a crisscrossing pattern with more nails then normally necessary, Cordelia indicated to Tara to release the doorknob.

The pair then ran down the stairs, stopping at the cot Xander was sitting on, trying to regain his strength. As the pounding on the door became more intense, Willow and Spike started hollering at their captives to be released. Ignoring the two vampires, Tara searched the room for a way out, spotting several boarded up windows inches from the ceiling. With the windows too far out of her reach, Tara started dragging miscellaneous items to the wall, trying to make a makeshift ladder.

“You can’t leave us here like this,” claimed Spike as he struggled against his chains, his muscles bulging as he attempted to snap the thick metal. As he thrashed, the four inch bolts fastened to the wall started to loosen. “They’ll kill us too!”

Ignoring the pleas of the bleach blonde vampire, Tara grabbed ahold of a dusty air conditioner, pushing it with all of her might across the basement. As the bulky hunk of metal screeched across the cement floor, leaving streaks of white in its wake, the demons at the top of the stairs continued to pound on the door fanatically. Settling the air conditioner up against the wall, Tara rushed to the other side of the room in search of another item to add to the ever growing pile.

From the kitchen, Elizabeth stood behind Lambert and Harper as they aggressively slammed their fist into the fireproof door, barely making a dent. Flaring her nostrils in aggravation, Elizabeth turned on her heals and marched towards the back door. Leaning her torso out the door, Elizabeth scanned the backyard, taking in the sight of several vampires waiting at her beck and call.

“Get me Garavito,” Elizabeth shouted towards her minions, her protruding bow furrowing together.

As the enormous demon came lumbering forwards, his large feet bowing the steps as he ascended them, Elizabeth looked at him with menacing eyes. “Get inside,” she ordered as she too retreated back into the house, heading towards the basement door. “These two imbeciels can’t seem to break the door down, so I want you to do it.”

“With pleasure,” spat out the demon, his voice sounding gravelly. Pushing the two vampires aside, the Hemlock demon began pounding into the resilient door with all of his might. On the third blow, his fist broke through the barrier, creating a soccer ball size hole in the center of the door. Reaching through the hole, the demon blindly fumbled for the object keeping the door in place.

Just as she was about to pull down a large Tupperware container from off of the steal shelf to add to her pile of air conditioner and wood pallets, Xander called out to her. Turning around to look at the brunette, Xander pointed up the staircase where Cordelia was standing guard, his hand trembling in fear as he watched a yellowish fist penetrate through the closed door.

As the demons hand reemerged through the door, fumbling for the pieces of wood in an attempt to dislodge them, Cordelia plunged the knife downwards into the meaty flesh, slashing the monsters forearm from elbow to wrist.

Hissing in pain, the Hemlock demon yanked his hand back out of the door, his right arm gushing blue blood as he waved it around wildly. Rolling her eyes upwards, Elizabeth grunted in frustration at yet another one of her minion’s lack of competence. Shoving the injured Hemlock out of her way, Elizabeth peered through the hole, snarling her distaste at the woman on the other side of the door.

“Pray I don’t get through,” Elizabeth growled out just before she started kicking the door, her boot connecting just below the doorknob.

As the door started to shake with the force of the vampire’s blows, Cordelia descended down the staircase, her eyes wide in panic. Reaching the cot, she handed the knife over to Xander before gripping him around the waste to hoist him up. “We have to help Tara,” she said, fear evident in her voice. “They’re about to break the door down.”

In a cool, collective tone, Willow called out to the frantic teenagers, her head lolling from side to side as she watched them scramble around the room looking for protection. “Let us go and we’ll help you.”

“Yeah, cause you’ve been so trustworthy,” Cordelia said offhandedly as she continued to lead Xander towards the witch.

“They’re going to be down here any minutes,” Willow replied dryly. “We’re your only chance at survival.”

From her perch on top of the makeshift ladder, her fingers deftly trying to pry the nailed in plywood from off of the window, Tara looked down at the fuming redhead. A thought quickly entered her mind, one she momentarily pondered over before casting the though aside. Shaking her head, she returned back to the task at hand, dislodging a section of the plywood from the window.

“You know it’s true,” bellowed Spike. “You lot are as good as dead without our help. Slow and painfully while damning us as well.”

As the vampire’s words sank in, Xander stopped the brunettes persistent tugging, twirling Cordelia so that she was standing in front of him. With sorrowful eyes, he scanned his ex-girlfriends face, taking in her features. Reaching his hand up, he tenderly brushed his fingers across Cordelia’s cheek, giving her a sad smile that barely lifted the corners of his lips. Leaning forward, he abruptly captured the cheerleader’s lips, his mouth slowly moving over hers as he tried to convey his adoration for the other woman.

Pulling back, Cordelia looked up at Xander’s crestfallen face, noticing tears welling up in his eyes. Reaching up, she gently whipped away a tear drop with her thumb. Grasping Cordelia’s wrist, stopping her gentle caress against his cheek, Xander pulled her hand back, placing a feather light kiss on her palm.

“Xander,” his name coming out more as a question then a statement as she watched him kiss her palm.

“I love you Cordy,” he said in a regretful tone as he released his grip on her arm. “I wish I told you that sooner… but I just needed you to know.”

“Xander …” she repeated, her eyes welling up with their own tears as she leant forward to capture her ex-boyfriends lips.

Smiling against the other woman’s mouth, Xander leaned back slightly, re-positioning his forehead to rest against the slightly shorter woman’s. As their eyes meet once more, Xander lifted his left hand to tenderly clasp Cordelia’s jaw. “I’m sorry,” he said in a near whisper.

Before Cordelia had a chance to respond, Xander struck the woman in the temple with the butt of the butcher knife, rendering her unconscious. As Cordelia slumped into his chest, Xander tossed the knife to the ground. Wrapping his arms around the insentient woman, Xander dragged her behind the staircase. Placing her prone body as gently as possible to the ground, Xander reached for the dryer door. Popping open the door, he gingerly picked up Cordelia and shoved her none too gently into the machine. With one final look at the woman he loved, Xander closed the door, making sure that it was only open a crack to allow air to flow through.

Returning back to the middle of the room, Xander bent down to retrieve the discarded knife. Looking over at the blonde who was standing on the pile of junk, he watched as she struggled to remove the remainder of the plywood from the storm window. Running to her aid, Xander climbed up the improvised ladder, his footing slipping occasionally as the stack of miscellaneous items shifted under his added weight. Coming to stand beside the blonde, Xander gave her a demure look before positioning the butcher’s knife under the plywood in an attempt to pry out the nails. Just as he was about to remove another nail, the door at the top of the staircase busted open, splintered pieces of wood flying in all directions.

Without hesitation, Officer Lambert and Harper bounded down the stairs, the Hemlock demon right behind them as Elizabeth brought up the rear. Splitting off, Officer Lambert and Harper headed towards the teens while the Hemlock demon b-lined towards Spike. Rushing forward, Lambert gripped the back of Xander’s shirt, pulling him down from off of the pallets. With the boy now at eye level, Lambert re-positioned his grip on Xander’s clothing, tossing him across the room. Landing hard on his right shoulder, Xander rolled several times before coming to a halt at the base of the staircase, his head smacking the bottom step.


As Lambert tossed Xander across the room, Harper reached up, grabbing a hold of Tara’s ankles. With a twist of his body, he pulled the blonde’s feet out from under her, causing her to crash down on the pile of pallets. Gasping in pain, Tara looked over at the beaming vampire, her eyes wide in fright as he slowly leaned towards her neck. Reaching blindly with her hands, Tara grabbed ahold of a splintered piece of wood that broke free when she slammed down onto the pallets. Panic-stricken, Tara stabbed the hunk of wood into the vampire’s neck, the makeshift stake penetrating deep into his flesh, causing the vampire to lurch back.

Ripping the hunk of wood out of his neck, Harper looked at the blood stained object before carelessly tossing it aside. With a malicious snarl, Harper grabbed the lapels of the leather jacket Tara was wearing, hefting her up off of the shattered pallets and tossing her sideways into the nearest wall. As Harper stalked towards the blonde, she scrambled backwards on her hands and the balls of her feet, stopping only when her back was pressed up against the cold wall.
Lifting her hands, Tara aimed her palms at the advancing vampire, her lips barely moving as she recanted a spell, Lambert halting his movements as he stared at her curiously. As the final word left her mouth, Tara looked first at her hands before switching her gaze to Harper and then back to her hands. Befuddled by the spell failing, Tara once again attempted the incantation, her gaze focused on the creature of the night as a knowing smirk graced his face.

With a cocky canter, Harper sauntered towards the weakened witch, a low grumble trickling from his throat. Squatting down, so that he was positioned in front of Tara, his forearm resting on his knees, Harper arrogantly stared into the woman’s tear stained eyes. “Foolish woman,” his voice low and ominous, “You’re powers are tapped. Nothing left to give.” Slowly lifting his hand, Harper reached out for Tara’s face halting her speech, the tips of his fingers, surprisingly delicate, brushed her cheek. “Stop fighting, your life is...” The feeling of a cold, tapered hand reaching around his neck, squeezing down on his jugular, stopped his line of speech. Looking upwards at the body looming over him; starting first at the figures navel, bypassing a well-toned arm, Harper’s eyes widened in realization as he took in the individual before him.

“Mine,” came the eerily monotone voice as the hand around his throat clenched tighter.

Gurgling, his vocal cords pinched due to the tight grip around his throat, Harper looked up into penetratingly dark green eyes. With the briefest of movements, Harper wiggled his head up and down, signaling his understanding.

Pulling the vampire to his feet, Willow spun him around, slamming his back into the wall she was chained to. Looking down at the trembling woman huddled in on herself, blue eyes meeting green, Willow gave Tara a sinister smirk before returning her attention back to Harper. With the same eerie smile, Willow tilted the other vampire’s neck up, never removing her hand from his throat. Without a word, Willow jerked the males head forward, before shoving back, Harper's cranium striking violently into the cement wall.

With her free hand, Willow wiggled her left thumb in front of Harper's face, a teasing cackle echoing behind her closed teeth. Slowly, she shifted her thumb over Harper’s right eye, gingerly adding pressure. As the vampire started to whimper in pain, his hands shot up to grip the arm holding his neck, frantically trying to pry away the appendage wrapped around his neck. With the sensation of euphoria coursing through her body, Willow plunged her finger deeper into Harper’s eye, the globular organ popping under the pressure, releasing a water like substance.

Removing his hands from the arm pinning him to the wall, Harper frantically clawed at the hand blinding him. With dagger like fingernails sinking into the flesh of her left hand, Willow removed her right hand from around Harper’s neck, bringing it up to mimic her previous actions. With both thumbs penetrating deep into Harper’s eye sockets, Willow wiggled her opposable digits around inside of the screaming demons skull. Growing tired of her game, the vampire’s screams of agony no longer bringing her pleasure, Willow wrapped the remainder of her fingers around the base of Harper’s skull, sinking deep into the skin at the nape of his neck.

Looking down once more at the blonde, making sure she was watching the unfolding scene, Willow gave her a toothy grin before yanking her hands apart. With an audible gasp, Tara watched as the redhead split the other vampires head in two, his brain spilling out of the demolished skull. Before Harper’s brain reached the floor, the vampire bursted into dust. Nonchalantly, Willow brushed the center of her chest, wiping away some of the vampires ashes, a bored expression on her face as she did so. Satisfied, Willow turned her attention back to the woman cowering on the floor, her knees clenched tightly to her chest. Reaching down her hand, her fingers still glistening with the lubricant of the eyeball, Willow waited for the blonde to accept her offer.

Without a plausible escape route, Tara gingerly placed her hand in the vampires, grimacing slightly as the powerful woman yanked her to her feet. Now eye-level with the soulless monster, Tara blinked rapidly as Willow slowly shifted her head from side to side, her nostrils flaring as she inhaled deeply. Releasing her grasp on the human’s hand, Willow looked sidelong at the wall restraints before shifting her eyes back to the blue ones looking at her in horror.

“Release us,” Willow said calmly, her gaze never wavering. “Or next time you might not be so lucky.”

With trepidation, her voice quivering, “I don’t have the key,” she slowly stated. As soon as the words left her mouth, Tara clenched her eyelids shut in anticipation of retaliation, her body coiling in on itself. After several agonizing seconds, the dreaded retaliation unforthcoming, Tara peeked one eye open. Straightening out her posture, Tara took in the vampire’s blank expression, unsure what to make of it. Shuffling her feet, Tara hastily moved away from the displeased vampire as the redhead briskly turned around and started tugging on her chains once more.


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“Bugger,” grumbled out Spike as he watched the Hemlock demon barrel towards him.

A cocky smile graced Elizabeth’s features as she sauntered behind the Hemlock demon towards her blood kin.

“Now this is a sad sight to see,” tisked Elizabeth as she took in the chained up vampire. “The world renown William the Bloody tied up like a common house pet.”

“This house pet still bites love,” snarled Spike, his body coiling like a spring as he positioned himself into a fighting stance.

Scoffing, a genuine smile graced Elizabeth’s lips. “Not for long.” Snapping her fingers at the Hemlock, she pointed at the bleach blonde vampire, indicating to the demon to continue his advancement. She watched briefly as the large demon quickly won the upper hand, repeatedly punching the cocky vampire in the face; bruises rapidly appearing around his left eye socket.

With a satisfied smile, Elizabeth turned away, her attention landing on Willow. The young vampire had both of her feet pressed against the wall, one of the chains wrapped around her wrist as she pulled with all of her strength to dislodge it from its cement encasing. Morphing back into her demonic visage, Elizabeth approached the much younger vampire.


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With lumbering steps, Lambert approached the nearly unconscious male flailed out on the floor. Gripping the boy by his hair, the vampire dragged the teenager into the center of the room. Letting go, Lambert slowly circled the prone figure on the floor, basking in his handy work. Coming to a complete 360, Lambert stopped his movements by Xander’s face. Nudging the boy’s forehead with the tip of his shoe, Lambert checked for cognizance. Dismayed at the lack of response, Lambert took a step back, preparing to stomp down on the boy’s neck.

As Lambert lifted his right foot in the air, steadying himself for the blow, Xander quickly jutted his arm upwards before thrusting down; the already bloody piece of wood clenched in his grip impaling the vampire’s left foot. Taking the distraction to his advantage, Xander lunged for the butcher knife he had dropped upon impact with the floor. As he reached the knife that lay only a few feet away, Xander clambered to his feet just as Lambert pulled the chunk of wood out of his shoe, chucking it to the ground.

Limping over to Xander, the vampire jumped back in surprise as the scuffed up teenager swung the knife wildly in the air. As Xander continued to desperately slash at the air, Lambert stepped back, making sure to keep a safe distance between himself and the teen as he continued to follow the tip of the blade. As Xander slashed downwards from a high arch, trying to cut the former cop across the chest, Lambert brought his arms up in a self-defense maneuver he was taught while on the force. Seizing Xander’s arm, Lambert let out an amuse scoff. “You have heart kid,” he croaked out before pit maneuvering under the teenager’s hoisted arm, twisting his wrist around in the process and plunging the knife deep into Xander’s stomach. As the knife glided through his flesh, deep into his internal organs, Xander’s eyes widened with shock and pain as he looked down at the handle of the knife protruding from his body. “To bad it’s gonna stop beating soon.” With an added thrust for good measure, Lambert sank the knife deeper, twisting the blade to cause maximum damage.

Releasing his hold, Lambert watched as the boy first dropped to his knees before falling over sideways, a steady stream of blood rapidly spreading across his grey shirt as it turned the cotton a darker shade, before it started to puddle on the floor around him. Leaving the boy to slowly bleed out, Lambert made his way over to the Hemlock demon that was currently losing the battle with the bleach blonde vampire.

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QUESTION TO ANY/ALL READERS, SHOULD XANDER LIVE OR DIE? I HAVE TWO DIFFERENT ENDINGS FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER. FEEDBACK GREATLY APPRECIATED!

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PostPosted: Thu Jun 20, 2019 6:33 pm 
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As much as I like Xander, unless he is going to be changed, my vote is Die. Great chapter. Full of drama. Looking forward to reading more.

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 Post subject: Re: I Am Forever (6/20/19) UPDATE
PostPosted: Sun Jun 23, 2019 4:44 am 
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I don't want Xander to die or be turned into a vampire!!!!!
Truth be told I also don't want Willow to be a soulless vampire that obviously can only feel something resembling emotion while torturing others plus the kind of obsession towards Tara which seems like a carricature of the love canon-Willow feels for Tara. Considering that I can't imagine how Xander could be saved at this point or how you could restore "our" Willow and give her and Tara a "happily ever after"-ending - and because I can hardly stand all that "blood and gore"-stuff - I should probably just stop reading this story and wait for another "behind the scenes of canon"-story from you.


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I hate to say it,cause I love Xander, but I kinda want him to die to see where you take this story. I'm also curious on how Willow and Tara are gonna get a happy ending what with Willow being a blood sucking fiend and all. Nevertheless, great chapters. Cant wait for more!

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