Buffy The Vampire Slayer Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“You are hurting me,” Verada struggled, and Cliff growled, then move away from her. Verada sat up and saw his transformation from wolf to vampire. It looked painful but also satisfying to the eyes. Cliff’s entire body turned into a fucking hot lava; Desirable. Verada had difficulty taking her eyes off the cliff, especially now, as he stood naked before her eyes. Before this she didn’t put him into her eyes, now she wants to touch him, she wants to warm herself up too. Cliff narrowed his eyes to intimidate this woman, but the look she was giving wanted him to ravage her right here. He groaned and went to her naked.

And trust me, I'll have their head on a spike. “Come here, B.” Billie stretches her hand and I take it into mine. A drip is already attached to her hand and her hold on my hand isn't as strong as before. Fiona needs to cut her open and inject my blood directly in her womb and eggs. Since Billie drank my blood before and nothing has happened yet, she suggests we try this. For that to happen, Billie needs to go under. “Don't go?” Aside from the fear evident, I can smell the hope from her scent and in her voice, too. She wants this to work as much as I do.

She licked the rim of her cup. “Thank you, darling,” she purred, her voice low but loud enough for me to hear. “It’s just like the other night… when you hunted this for me. That Blood Rush was absolutely divine. I never knew losing control could feel so… exquisite.” Blood Rush. A state where a vampire, high on prime blood, not only has their power surge, but their libido hits its peak. So while I was fasting and praying for our wedding, they were out in the wild, indulging in this filthy ecstasy.

A resounding slap landed on my left cheek, my head shifted to the other side, and I swore I saw stars. My head shifted back to Morveth as she grabbed what remained of my clothes, pulling me closer to her. “You think you could get under his pants, as you do with every boy in this village, because of your stupid face?!” she bellowed as she tossed me hard across the room. My butt landed on the cold floor harshly, and the coldness clung to my skin as I shivered, yet I still tried to speak. “I'm telling the truth, he… was the one trying to f-force himself on me,” I whispered, my voice shaking.

I pulled yesterday's rabbit stew from the fridge and heated it in the microwave. "How are you feeling today?" "Hungry, tired, mostly annoyed that I'm nowhere near finding out who wants me dead. Oh, and I'm hoping to feel horny later after dinner." I decided to push my luck, hell, I need some distraction in my days as a runaway, maybe getting bitten and dicked down by a vampire will loosen my mind and make me think sharper. Yep, definitely worth a try.

“Your blood tastes funny tonight.” I raised my eyebrows. “Oh? How so?” She shrugged. “Not quite like human blood, but not quite like vampire blood, either. Amy’s was a bit different, too. More like vampire blood.” “Dhampir blood has the same healing effects as vampire blood.” I nodded, smiling as I bent down and quickly scooped her up into my arms. “Even though I may be human, I’ll still be able to do this,” I said as I nuzzled my face into her neck and inhaled. Her scent wasn’t as strong to me as it usually was, but I ignored it and carried her into the bedroom, carefully laid her onto the bed, and pulled the sheets and blanket over her.

Zoey scoffed loudly as she rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. “So suddenly, I’m the immature one here? Who was the one who couldn’t keep his hands away from me with every chance he got!”, Zoey yelled at him loudly. “Shut up.”, Alex demanded in a cold voice. “No. You shut the hell up.”, she stated angrily. He studied her expression for a moment. “You’re a vampire too. Did I do that to you?”, Alex asked as he inched closer to her. “I don’t know what you are talking about. You’re so delusional. You know what? I’m quitting my j-”

My thoughts were all over the place Saturday. I’d barely slept after I’d gotten home. All I could think about was him – Xander – and his promise to come to me again. I was nervous. I was excited. What did I want to ask? I guess I should start with the things I know about vampires, or think I know. I’ve read Dracula; huge fan of The Lost Boys; big into Buffy the Vampire Slayer – but those were all pop-culture references, and so far, none of that seemed true: Xander didn’t wear a cape, he hadn’t turned into a bat that I’d seen, and his face didn’t get all bumpy when he bit someone.

the guy says again and I nod my head yes, I was still in the hospital gown they gave me before my physical exam. Tasha took me to a bathroom she washed my face and pulled a bag for me, it looks like I'm not getting back into my jeans and shirt. She gets pull-ups from the bag and I shake my head no, I'm a big girl. "Come on pet it's a long drive back, just in case you had an accident" Tasha tries to reason with me, but I don't want it I try to run away from her. Well, a big mistake since she's a vampire and much faster than a normal human being, she moved faster than I could follow landed two slaps on my butt, and pulled the pull-ups on me. Once again I was in tears, she continued to dress me

"System Command: Inject Protocol. Override the Sanguine Network. Authorization: First Weaver." She drove the glowing brush directly into the obsidian floor. The impact was entirely silent, but the effect was cataclysmic. The glowing red veins beneath the glass floor violently stuttered. A pulse of blinding, flawless cosmic gold erupted from Scarlett’s brush, racing through the Sanguine Source like a divine virus. All across the ballroom, the aristocratic vampires suddenly gasped, clutching their chests. The stolen life-force that sustained their cybernetic and ancient bodies was abruptly cut off.