Buffy The Vampire Slayer Welcome To The Hellmouth Mga Nobela at Kwento

Clementine POV "Listen, students of Vampire High, welcome to National Vampire High Day year 29768." Chairman's introduction that we are at the top of the stage with some board of Chairman. Everyone applauded so I just joined. "Today, we're going to celebrate it. But first, we the board Chairman of Vampire high wants to say Thank you to the Vaughn family." The Chairman said that's why everyone looked at our behavior. Wrong, they Fin turned out. The twins just smiled with Creed except for Fin who had no emotion.

His fist tightened so that I could see the threat of his well-built muscles coiling in his body. One second he was standing far away from me, the next he was gripping my wrists and chaining them in the shackles hanging from the ceiling. "It wouldn't have been fun had I done this while you were unconscious, you know?" Malice dripped from his voice. I was speechless with terror, barely managing to breathe. When he grabbed my chin roughly forcing me to look into those terrifying red eyes, I forgot to breathe. "Y….y…. You're a vampire?" I still didn't want to believe that the man I had come to like was a vampire.

“From this day forth, you belong to the Triad of Fernis. Serve well, and you may live. Disobey…” He lets the sentence hang, heavy as the air around us. The vampire smirks. “Welcome to hell, little trouble”

My voice broke with panic, my hands scrambling for my blade. “Quick, Eren, torches—now!” Aziz barked. Flint scratched. A torch flared, then another. Uncle Eren shoved one into a wall sconce, the flames casting long, jittering shadows. Then it happened. Our hellblades began to glow. A red pulse, faint at first, then stronger, like a heartbeat shared between them all. The glow shimmered across the stone, reflecting in our eyes. My throat tightened. “Why is it glowing already, I don’t see anything?”

I noticed a small couch in a corner and took a seat on it. "Do you always watch me every night?" She suddenly asked me breaking the silence. "Since you got attacked," I confirmed and she nodded. "You're quite calm for someone who just learned that completely fictional characters actually exist," I pointed out. I've noticed ever since I told her that I was a vampire she kept a calm expression as if she's been told the exact same thing her whole life. "I really don't know either. I just feel this weird sense of belonging." That's probably the effect of the sacred book on her. She's the chosen one so she'd naturally feel attached to our species without even knowing.

First Buffy: I linked our bloody digits. "With this, our blood is mixed. You are Buffy of House Ishara from this moment forth. You are the first of this House. You are our spear and shield," I met her gaze. She started crying. "You are Helena of House Ishara from this moment forth," I continued on. "You are the second of this House. You keep the records of our Host, keep track of our deeds, sins and accounts." Helena began weeping too. Had I said 'just joking', the cleaning team would have been finding torn pieces of me weeks later.

Unable to keep his eyes open any longer, they fluttered closed as his head fell to the side, his body loosened, his chest fell flat and his heart stopped beating. … "The next thing I knew, I woke up in some worn out bedroom at the top of some English tavern with Demitri standing above me. I knew I shouldn't have woken, so I questioned him and… Well, here I am. A vampire." Harley's eyes were wide with horror and her mouth opened in the shape of an O. She closed it again, biting her lip. She stayed silent and stood up. He stood up top, thinking that she had decided to leave. Instead, she did the last thing he ever expected her to do. She threw her arms around him in a hug, embracing him tightl

TARR A sudden explosion reverberated through the silent halls. The once-sturdy foyer doors were blasted open with a thunderous force, the echoes of the explosion resonating through the pillars of the grand mansion. Smoke billowed into the entrance, momentarily obscuring my view. Sweat trickled down my forehead. I slowly turned my head behind my shoulder. The doors, now reduced to twisted remnants of their former strength, hung precariously on their hinges. The vampires, their eyes gleaming with malevolence, emerged from the dissipating smoke, stepping over the threshold into the mansion's foyer. The scent of burning wood mixed with the metallic tang of the earlier battle outside. The remnant

"Oh my lord! Fuck! I hit someone!" I heard a panicked voice. "Damn it..." I looked around for the voice. A silver haired male was looking me over worriedly. He suddenly exposed fangs and leaned in, biting into my neck. I let out a scream, fear taking me over. IT'S A VAMPIRE! I'M IN HELL! I'M IN HELL! He started to drain me then, pulling me close as he rubbed my arm. I'm going to die!

I won't go outside this room without a gift. And just by then, a thick plume of white smoke covered the entire area. I was shocked by it, my whole body started to hurt, so I collapsed to the ground, gripping my body, and gasping for air. As a vampire who doesn’t have to breathe, I felt like I needed to catch some air.