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Palpatine
10/18/17 09:43 pm
Granted, and thank you, Pari, for pointing that out to me, so that I could write to the author and address the issue personally. I'm most grateful.
Pari
10/07/17 01:42 am
@Palpatine authors are in charge of the banners they add to their stories, so you will need to contact them personally to let them know their banner pic is not showing.
Pari
10/07/17 01:41 am
@kelticmoon, I added some back but they are not updated, meaning things you find on the default skin may not be on the other skins :)
kelticmoon
10/05/17 10:47 pm
Where are the other skins that use to be here?
Palpatine
10/05/17 03:52 pm
Some of the pictures seem to be having real trouble being looked at, they keep on saying "enable third party hosting", a real problem it seems.
Pari
09/25/17 10:11 pm
Hey nmcil we got this strightened via email, thanks for the donation. Thanks to all who donated as we are now paid up through/to Jan 2019!
nmcil
09/21/17 03:08 am
How can we contribute using PayPal?
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09/21/17 03:05 am
What happen to the PayPal donation. I USE PayPal.
squawks
05/18/17 09:16 am
pj! I remember wishing one of your stories would be finished seriously about a decade ago. Amazing. I just tried an old password I used to use and amazingly got in too. Memories!
pj
03/20/17 06:20 am
10 yrs later, i finally rem my username and password. Pari, you rock. Hope you are well.

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Something Wicked
Author: Aislynn
Disclaimer: It’s not mine all of it belongs to Joss, and Mutant Enemy. I just fell in love with characters from the very first episode.

Summary: I’ve read several stories where Buffy is turned into a vampire. I decided to take a whirl and see how my ideas would work out in a story. I decided Buffy would be turned during Halloween it is the only time that she was actually weak enough during this time to have it happen, events of the episode will be the same up until just before the warehouse scene. I hope you like it.


Rating: NC-17

Chapter - Halloween

Spike finally stopped not only because he knew that Angel wouldn’t be able to follow his scent, the Slayer coming to after her little fainting spell. Setting her down he held onto her giving her a moment to become fully conscious.

Spike watched as her eyes fluttered open beautiful green eyes gazed into his a moment confused and so bloody innocent.

“Who are you?” Came the soft question and questioning glance as her gaze took in his appearance.

“Question really is luv, what am I?” Spike smirked shifting into his game face loving every second as fear filled those beautiful eyes. She tried to push him away it was very human, not at all like the slayer, especially the lack of strength in within that delectable little body.

With a sharp shove he sent her stumbling back against some discarded shipping crates and stalked forward. She had trouble catching herself because of the swirl and abundance of skirts.

“Look at you, shaking, terrified, alone, a poor lost little lamb.” His voice soft yet menacing as he moved forward forcing her into a corner and back against the crates she was helpless. Reaching up with his left hand he grasped her by the throat and purred, “I love it.”

He gazed into those green eyes and with his right hand he reached up jerking the elegantly quaffed wig off her head. Her body trembled against his. A smile touched his lips because now she at least looked like the slayer.

“Please don’t hurt me?” She whispered her eyes filling with unshed tears. He watched as one pooled and then began its decent down her cheek. It didn’t seem right for a Slayer to go out like this without a fight.

“It will only hurt for a moment pet.” He purred, brushing away his thoughts, and sinking his fangs into her throat. There was nothing quite like the blood of a Slayer, and this one was even sweeter. Her hands pushed feebly against his chest, and though she didn’t remember who she was, she was still the Slayer and her blood was like ambrosia. As a sense of possessiveness coursed through him he jerked her body a little closer molding her body against his as he drank her life’s blood, she belonged to him.

Giles kicked Ethan in the stomach one more time. Once they had been friends that had been a long time ago.

“Now, tell me how to stop the spell.” Giles asked, his usual reserved librarian demeanor set aside, at the moment he was protecting the lives of hundreds of innocents.

Ethan glanced up seeing not Giles, but the Ripper standing above him, and knew that if he needed to Giles would kill him to save the lives of others. “Janus,” Ethan spat out blood splattering the floor beneath him “Break its statue.”

Glancing over to the white bust sitting on a pedestal he moved toward it lifting it up above his head and sent it crashing to the floor, an eerie green mist encircled the shattered remains for a second then disappeared. There was still Ethan to deal with and Giles turned to deal with his old friend only to find he was alone.

Buffy came to suddenly, and found herself in a living nightmare. She was being pressed back against something and a vampire was feeding at her throat. The past few hours came back in pieces Angel her running away from him, then Spike. Oh God it was Spike pressed against her. She was weak, she tried to remember how long he had been feeding from her, but she couldn’t. Summoning up the last of her strength she shoved him away and he stumbled back unprepared.

Spike gazed into the Slayer’s shocked eyes she was weak that little burst was about all she could manage, and it had only worked because he had been revealing in his feast. He couldn’t stop the satisfied smirk, she may not be in fighting form, but at least she knew who was ending her short life. He licked his lips moving forward stalking her watching as she stumbled along trying to get away.

Buffy could only stare at Spike, she had known after back to school night that he might be the one to take her life, but in reality she never really thought it would be so soon. The desire to live forced her body into motion and with each step she felt herself grow weaker. Using the crates around her to propel her forward managed to move a few feet forward only to collapse barely catching herself. A booted foot nudged her over and she stared up into yellow eyes as he lowered himself astride her body. Instinct made her strike out her fist moving toward his face and he caught it a chuckle escaping his lips.

“Weak as a newborn kitten.” His voice purred as he slid his body down along her body. “My Slayer.” He whispered leaning down his lips moving toward hers. Turning her head away quickly she heard his chuckle and his tongue moved over the wound he left on her neck. She pushed at shoulders trying to push him away, but it was no use.

“I don’t want to die.” Buffy whispered more to herself than to Spike but he heard it all the same as his tongue twirled over the wound playing with her, as she lay there dying. Raising his gaze he stared into her green eyes, and he couldn’t look away.

“I thought you weren’t the begging kind.” He whispered softly as her eyes fluttered closed.

“I wasn’t begging.” Buffy sighed feeling herself slipping away into darkness.

Spike started down at the beauty before him her hair a halo around her face. A face, which as he watched slowly lost its light as the life, slipped from her body. Leaning down he brushed her lips with his lightly. In that moment he made a decision and bit down on the inside of his cheek forcing his own blood into his mouth and parted her lips stealing a kiss. Her eyes fluttered open and for that moment they connected as his blood spilled into her mouth, her body swallowing in automatic reaction.

“Your mine.” He whispered as her eyes fluttered closed and the life slipped from her body. He lay there for a few moments and then rose picking her up once again cradling her body against his own. He had done something he never thought he would do he made himself a childe. A childe who had once been a Slayer, there was no record of a Slayer ever being turned. Well now there was one, and she belonged to him.




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