I found some of my old fan-fiction!

I found some of my old-old-old fan fiction writings on the web this morning!! LOOK!! OH gods...I wrote this soooooooo long ago! I think it is a Buffy the Vampire Slayer crossover with Kindred: The Embraced.

Revelations
By Me

Disclaimer: None of the charaters are mine. I have wiped their memory clean of all that has gone on in the story(ies) and put them back were I found them unharmed(mentally or physically).
In rememberance of Mark Frankel(1962-1996) who played Julian Luna on Kindred: The Embraced

The girl had grown up in Castle Acre England, a quaint little town that had hardly any crime and no excitement. Her mother, Elizabeth Mary Bell, had died about twenty years ago, but she could still remember her reading to her a bed time story when she was two years old. Her mother had been so sweet, so loving, and so…perfect. Elizabeth had shoulder length black hair, big hazel eyes and fair skin that hardly ever had blemishes. She had inherited the fair skin and black hair. But her eyes had fixed to a very bright shade of green. She took in a lung full of fresh air as she walked; it smelled good after being in that bar for over two hours looking for a decent meal. Finding a meal worth drinking had been getting harder and harder these days. Before, about thirty years ago, finding a decent meal and been as easy as going for a walk down the street. Anyway, the blood was usually tainted with some sort of narcotic or was just plain rotten.
As she walked down the street, she saw someone walking about two blocks ahead of her. From the body structure and the bulkiness, she could tell that it was male. He was about 6’0" wearing sweater and jeans. She supposed she could handle him. She probed the strangers’ mind and licked her lips. ‘This will do,’ she thought to herself as she sped up. Soon she had caught up with the stranger walking only a few steps behind him. She made out like she was just a faster walker as she passed him in three strides. The man slowed after she past…maybe he was checking her out; it would make it easier to feed from him. The man cleared his throat; she slowed to his pace. A few awkward moments passed as they walked, but then he spoke.

"Um…hi." She looked up at him, smiled and nodded a hello. He scratched his head and moved a wisp of brown hair back into place. His blue eyes looked away as he searched for words.
"So you new around here?" She shrugged her shoulders. "Talk much?" She giggled at his humor. She moved a stray strand of hair away from her eyes then moved in front of him. She stopped and turned to face him. Looking at him from under her brows, she smiled evilly.
"Eh…heh…ummm…." He became visibly uncomfortable as she stepped towards him. Purring at him, she moved her hands lightly across his chest. He shifted his weight to the other leg and stepped backwards from her. He gawked at her, his mouth hanging open. She looked up at him, and stuck her bottom lip out as she stepped forward to him. She closed his mouth and looked into his eyes; giving him a mental suggestion, he suddenly stopped. She moved to him her eyes transfixed on the pulse point in his neck. His head moved aside as if he had done this before. She licked, once, the pulse point near his collarbone where she was going to bite. Under her spell, he moaned with delight. She would make this as comfortable as possible she thought to herself as her fangs came out of their sheaths. She opened her mouth as she leaned in.
"Xander!" The voice started her and she withdrew from his neck. Turning around she saw a lady rushing toward her; something pointed in her hand raised high, ready to strike. Xander gasped as he suddenly realized what she had tried to do. She looked back at Xander then pushed him down, jumped over him, and took off running. The lady quickly caught up with her, and kicked her behind the knees, making her fall to the ground to a skidding stop. She turned over in time to block the incoming stake headed for her heart. She bared her fangs at the lady and hissed at her. The lady paused, hesitated for a moment, then raised her fist high and quickly punched her out.

When Siharra awoke, she found herself in a cage. In the cage with her were stacks of very old, musty books and a few bookshelves. She raised herself a bit to look around. Surely, the sun had gone down; otherwise, she would still be sleeping. She could hear several people talking in the background and could not put her finger on who they were.
“Yo, guys, she’s awake.” They headed over to her, leading them was the lady that had attacked her. In the light, she looked about 16 or 17 shoulder length light brown and blond hair, slim and slightly built. She walked up to the cage, knelt down to her eye level and glared at the vampire. Being weak from not feeding Siharra shifted backwards away from the front of the cage in fear.
“Who are you.” She didn’t answer her; instead she just stared at her and scooted back a little more.
“Buffy, no harassing the animals.” Xander stated.
“Buffy, maybe we should be a little less straight forward about this.”
“She attacked Xander, Giles.” She argued as she turned to look at Giles. “And she is no normal vamp, let me say, because when she attacked Xander her faced didn’t change like I have seen in normal vamps.”
“Normal Vamps Buffy? There is no such thing as ‘normal’ vampires! All I know is this thing tried to suck me dry!”
“Well maybe there’s more than one ‘kind’ of vampire out there Buffy. We really never know being on the hell mouth and all.” She listened as the group contemplated her Being and was somewhat amused by it all. This was strange, for her kind was all over, even in Sunnydale. The muscles in her arm buckled with weakness causing her to slide down to the floor. Here eyes were heavy and she felt like she could have slept all night, but she needed to feed…and soon.
“Maybe I can get something out of her.” The tall one with spiked hair said. He was over to the cage in an instant. The only door of the cage flew open, and he was inside the cage before Siharra had a chance to get up. She growled at him, her eyes a dark shade of yellow. He stood there watching her only for a minute, then he was in her face before a blink of her eye and his face had changed. He growled back at her and said between a wicked set of clinched fangs…
“Who are you?” For some reason, her fear for this man had disappeared and she was curious about him. His face was so contorted and wrinkled, and he had fangs, so he was a vampire. She looked into his eyes and his soul. A tortured soul he had lived such a sad, long life. She raised her hand up to his face. He flinched back an inch, startling her so that she withdrew her hand. He stopped when he realized that she was not going to hurt him.
She gingerly touched his eyebrow line. It was hard as bone but as soft as ivory. She looked from his brow line to his eyes. The fierceness had gone away and his scowl had disappeared. Now he stared into her eyes with the same curiosity for her as she had for him. She continued the path down from his brow line to the bridge of his nose, to his mouth, then finally his jaw line. She then traced the same path on her own face, all the while looking into his eyes. “Tell me who you are. Where are you from?” He asked softly. She only looked at him in amazement.
Her head suddenly shot up and she looked toward the doors. She tilted her head listening.
“What?” The man in front of her asked. His face changed back to normal as he frowned. She looked back to him then at the doors.
“Someone’s coming.” Buffy stated as she grabbed a stake off of the table next to her. The doors opened and revealed a man that looked like he was in his late twenties. His dark brown hair was slicked back and his eyes were tense with emotion. He wore a nice suit, with a blue shirt and matching dark blue tie. He faced the cage, and then he turned his head to look at the group. He said nothing, only looked at them.
“M-may we help you?” Giles asked nervously.
“Yes,” came his soft yet firm voice. He walked over to the caged area. The tall vampire rose from his stooping position and faced the stranger from inside the cage. “My name is Julian and I have come to take my Child home.” He stated simply not taking his eyes from the tall one. Siharra slowly got to her feet and staggered over to the cage door. She stood beside the tall vampire as she began to communicate with Julian; her hands flew through a series of gestures.
“She’s deaf?” Giles asked in a confused daze as he watched them. Suddenly the doors opened again, and a young woman with long, thick, curly, dark brown, almost black, hair strode into the library. Her tight black mini-skirt showed off her feminine curves and her V-cut black shirt showing her cleavage. She saw Siharra in the cage and quickly went over to her, the clicking from her black long-heeled shoes echoing though out the library.
“Siharra!” She gasped as she stood by Julian.
“Sasha! I told you not to follow me. You disobeyed me.” Julian said under his breath. Sasha turned to face him.
“I’m sorry Uncle, but you know how much I care for Siharra. I am as worried as you are about her.” She turned to Siharra. “How are you doing Siharra?” Siharra answered her with her hands. “Oh.”
Realizing that they had an audience, Julian turned to speak with Giles. “I am sorry for barging in like this.” He introduced Sasha to him and the group.
“Uncle, she needs to…. Eat. She is very weak.” Julian turned and walked back over to the cage and fumbled with the locking mechanism. Suddenly he ripped the gate door open, breaking the hinges. Sasha hurried inside to help Siharra out while Julian put the cage door aside and went to speak with Giles.
Siharra’s knees, weak from not feeding, buckled under her causing both of them to fall to the floor. The tall vampire stood still inside the cage, watching them. Siharra looked into Sasha’s eyes. Knowing what she needed, but not knowing what to do she look up at Julian for Guidance.
“Giles.” He knew that since the Masquerade had already been broken, the he would not spare any formalities with them. So, he stated firmly… “You know what vampires need. We will not harm you, but…” He gestured toward Siharra and Sasha. “We…she needs a donor.” He looked Giles squarely in the eyes. Giles’ eyes went wide with fear as he took a step back. Buffy jumped in between the two.
“Uh-huh. I don’t think so.” She stated flatly bringing the stake up into view.
Julian looked at the young girl with the stake, amusement creeping onto his face.
“Why can’t you…feed her?” Giles asked. He put a hand on Buffy’s shoulder and step forward.
“Giles! You’re not seriously thinking about…”
“Hush Buffy.” She looked at him, wondering if he had lost his mind.
“But...” He looked at her.
“Please! Buffy, let’s hear him out before we come to any conclusions.”
Julian bowed his head curtly. “Thank you. To answer your question, why can’t I feed her? You see,” he said placing his hands behind his back as he began pacing in front of them. “When one Kindred, that is what we call ourselves, drinks from another it creates a bond, a blood bond, between the two. We call it the Third Tradition, and it can only be done when a vote is taken among the highest of the Kindred Leaders. It gives that Kin the right to adopt another as his/her Childe.” He stopped and looked up at Giles, wondering if he understood.
“I see.” Giles started. “So what you are basically saying is that you must have permission to feed another of your kind, and that is like adopting a child, only vampire. Am I right?”
“Somewhat. Though when this Blood Bond is made, the Childe will virtually be a slave to his/her adopter. A Thrall as we call it.”
Giles blinked as he thought over what had been said.
“I’ll do it.” Julian looked around Giles to see a short young man with spiked blond hair step forward. “I’ll help her.”
“What?!” Giles and Buffy asked in unison. “Oz, I don’t think that…you aren’t serious!” Buffy asked him. He stepped up to the three.
“I am serious and why not? You two obviously don’t seem to care too much about helping her from the looks on your faces when he explained that Blood bond thing. Plus he said he wouldn’t hurt us, he would have already.” He explained calmly as if nothing had happened so far.
“And you would trust a vampire?” Xander kicked in, stepping into the circle of slayeretts. “Trust a vamp and you are guarantied to die, or become a vamp yourself.”
“It’d be better than being a savage werewolf.” Beginning to feel interrogated, he walked up to Julian. “So what is it that I have to do?” Julian opened his mouth to respond when…
“OZ! But, you’re not a savage werewolf! You’re just…a little aggressive in wolf mode that’s all.” Willow stomped over to him; her eyes glistened with tears as she stood staring into his eyes. He turned to her and held her shoulders gently rubbing them.
“Will, I am not going to become a vampire I am just going to help this one GOOD vampire out. Right?” He stated turning to look at Julian.
“Correct.”
“And it wouldn’t hurt me. It will be done and over with in no time, and I will still be your LIVE werewolf man.”
“But…vampires…no trust…remember?” She said almost hysterical now.
“No trust our vampires. These guys are cool. Do you trust me?” Willow look into his eyes for a moment.
“I-I trust you.”
“Okay then let’s do it.” He let go of her and followed Julian over to the cage. “What do I do first?” Julian walked over to Siharra, kneeling down beside her he spoke to her. Oz watched as she eyed him then looked back to Julian. She nodded her head slightly.
“Come…” Julian gestured to him. Oz walked over to them, getting down to her level.
“Hello Siharra.” She half smiled at him.
“Now, do you feel more comfortable with your neck or should we go with your arm?” He pointed to Oz’s mid-arm, close to the elbow to show what place she would be taking from.
“Well…it really doesn’t matter to me.” He said looking from Siharra to Julian and back.
“Alright, it’s up to you Siharra.”
“Wait. I thought she was deaf.”
“No, she’s a mute. That’s the way she was before she was transformed.”
“Oh.” He said looking back at Siharra suddenly feeling sorry for her. Oz sat down and made himself comfortable next to her. She smiled shyly at him as Julian rose to leave.
The gang watched in silence as the three got acquainted. “This is quite unorthodox.” Giles managed to say.
“And how is that Giles? Oz is sacrificing himself to a vampire, a female vampire at that, and we are standing her doing nothing; pretending that it’s just another normal daily routine!” Xander whispered in a husky tone.
“I do believe that they mean what they said earlier, about not hurting us.”
“I don’t think that they are dangerous either.” Angel said watching them. “She seemed so intrigued about me and my…other features.” Buffy stepped in.
“Their vampires none-the-less and they shouldn’t be trusted.”
“Then why do we trust Angel Buff?” Xander chimed. Buffy looked up at the vampire she had fallen in love with and smiled.
“Well, because he’s nice and all and hasn’t hurt us, and has saved our butts many times.” She nodded, emphasizing her point. Angel half-smirked as he shifted his weight.
“I wouldn’t mind knowing more about them.” Angel said. “I mean, we haven’t seen them before now, and they seem non-violent…”
“Unlike your other friends.” Buffy huffed.
“That’s another story.”
Siharra stared at his neck, wanting to bite, but not wanting too. She had already broken the Masquerade with Xander and Buffy, and didn’t want to cause anymore trouble.
“Here,” He said leaning toward her with his head tilted to one side, tempting her to bite. “Don’t be shy…drink.” His tone was soft and reassuring. She put a hand around his neck and gently pulled him toward her. She could fell that his heart rate go up, as well as her own, and his breathing had turned shallow. She wished there were something that she could do to ease his fears, but the pulse point on his neck beckoned her to bite. She lowered her head to that point in his neck and kissed it. Oz jumped underneath her.
“Shhhhh…” She kissed him again, this time with a deeper passion and meaning than before, and she felt him relaxed.
Julian walked over to the group; their mouths hanging open as they watched Siharra and Oz.
“So…” Xander said still starring at the two. “You say you are different?”
“From what I have seen.” He raised an eyebrow at them. “Is there another room that we can go to, to discuss yours,” he bowed slightly to Angel who had turned away from Oz and Siharra. “And our clans….”
“Um…this way.” Giles said pealing his eyes off the two and turned to lead them to his office. Julian walked alongside Angel.
“Are you alright?”
“Fine.” He answered stiffly.
Gently, Siharra made two punctures along his jugular with her sharp canine teeth. The blood flowed quickly and evenly from his neck. She attached herself to him and hungrily lapped up the crimson liquid. Oz moaned under her spell, her bite giving him ecstasy beyond his wildest dreams. She barely took note of the group of humans and Julian leaving as she feed, eagerly, from this kind person. She could feel the blood bring life to her week limbs and a reassuring warmness rising inside of her as she continued to drink. Soon she could feel Oz’s heart rate grow slower and his breathing grew ragged.
She reluctantly lifted off of Oz’s neck, and he slumped onto her, but he wasn’t dead. She carefully licked the two wounds in his neck, and they started to instantly heal over. He moaned as Siharra took his head in her lap and lowered her head, planting a kiss on his sweet lips. His eyes fluttered opened to meet hers. She smiled warmly as she stroked his short, oddly soft, blond hair.
“Wow…” She placed her hand onto his mouth and shook her head at him. After a few minutes of rest, she helped him to his feet. A little wobbly, she guided him over to the door where she had seen Julian and the humans go through. Oz noticed as he looked at her, that a flush redness had settled into her cheeks, and her skin took on a more natural peachy look.
“T-That was…” he paused trying to find a word to describe what she had done to him. “Incredible. Despite the fact you drank my blood and all.” Siharra rolled her eyes and smiled at him.
Epilog
After the two re-united with Julian and the others, Julian explained to them that when a Kindred drains a human, that person experiences a sense of ecstasy that brings them to a whole new level of sexuality; an out of this world experience. Sasha told them that Siharra was turned by force, by the Bruja, a clan that was evil in their ways. The emotional damage to Siharra had been significant, and they had pain stakingly brought her around so that she was not evil and uncaring like her creator. Sasha, also, had been turned by force by the same Kindred, this Kindred who had been sentenced to final death by Julian. They didn’t kill the human they feed from, Julian explained, unlike the vampires that Giles had described. Many humans, in fact, had become addicted to being drained because of the sensuality of the bite.
Julian found out that Angel was one of the vampires that Giles had described earlier, but after he heard what had happened to him and that he was now a ‘nice’ vampire, they became pals.
Julian and Sasha came back often to help the slayerettes out in their fight against the evil vampires and other monsters that plagued the city because of the Hell Mouth that it sat on.
After Buffy had left Angel to pursue college, he and Siharra began to see one another. Sasha helped Siharra teach him sign language and lip reading, which he was quick to pick up. Angel knew way back in his mind that Siharra was only a replacement for Buffy, nothing would replace his first love, but she could help ease the pain that he had for losing her. He told her all about the curse that was laid on him many centuries ago by a Gypsy family and his love for Buffy; she understood that they would never be a normal ‘couple’. She didn’t mind because she cherished his companionship and friendship. Siharra, along with the help of Julian, taught him how to feed from a human without killing them; thus, he would be able to have live, fresh blood whenever he desired. She soon got used to his face change whenever he feed. In fact she had found it cute if not beautiful. His shyness about his vampric features soon disappeared, as well as his fear of being close to someone…

Not the End...

To be continues in the next story…Transformations…

I never did write transformations. That is something on my "to-do someday" list.

Until next time...