Disclaimer: No, this is not a fic about Trinity and Neo. And even tho JW still owns B/A, this is yours, Lucey.
I'm sorry it's not finished yet, but I'll get there eventually.
Rating: Hmmm, tough question. Say PG-13 for now and NC-17 later.
Summary: AU. Buffy needs some saving from the Dark Lord. Guess who steps in?
Distribution: Denial Haven.
AN: not beta-ed
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Part 1
Buffy raced through the market, using the power bestowed upon her to push her body to the limits of its abilities. She was a blur of movement, a rush of wind to the untrained, human eyes as she sidestepped people and dodged the various goods displayed at the stands. Still she could not fool or lose the Dark Lord's men and there was only one explanation for it. They were not human. But neither were they vampires like the Dark Lord himself or they would have turned to dust after they'd left the shadows of the woods.
It was the law of nature that daylight killed every vampire. Yet, there was one exception: Angel. He could walk in the sun, but she couldn't think about him now, not with the danger so hot on her heels, demons relentless in their pursuit, their sole intention to catch, abduct and take her to the Dark Lord. His name was Adam and he was a Master vampire, hell bent on making her his mate even though they were natural enemies.
Buffy was the Slayer, a mystical creature born to be mankind's protector and driven by the need - the hunger - to execute its plague: the vampire race. Conversely her being mostly human made her - like any other mortal - vampire's prey. But through a cruel twist of fate and under the right circumstances only a Slayer could conceive the child of a vampire. Only she could revive dead seed and create new life if there was a special alignment of moon, sun and stars, and if her partner was a Master - a very powerful and old vampire.
So far few Masters had succeeded in impregnating Slayers for these female warriors were too strong and not built to submit. It was a challenge Adam could not resist. He'd started out courting Buffy, but she had downright refused his advances without even considering the advantages their union would grant them. And when he'd realized that his threats wouldn't make her yield either, he'd reverted to more drastic measures. He'd tried to take her by force, but had ultimately failed although it had been a surprise attack. She had escaped thanks to Angel and her wits.
Since then she was surrounded by the guards her king had appointed to guarantee her life and safety. No surprise there, she found it ridiculous to have them follow her. After all she was the Slayer, their protector and much stronger than three of them combined, so she'd run off on more than one occasion. Unfortunately, her refusal to be protected caused her trouble now. Her pursuers were on horseback and she on foot, not knowing how much longer she'd be able to outrun them.
But things were looking up now that she'd left the village and its market behind and the road to the castle - to safety - stretched out before her in invitation. Yet, she dashed into the woods, hoping the deep underbrush would slow them down and double her head start since they didn't know this area like she did.
It didn't quite work as she had planned because her skirts kept getting caught on the bushes, hindering her movement and speed in the process. Not a good thing since she could already hear them closing in on her. She wished she'd worn her pants today. They were more practical for her nature, but the princess had convinced her to wear dresses or skirts when she was not slaying to enhance her mesmerizing beauty and catch a husband.
Unfortunately, she had not learned to turn down the princess yet, even though she didn't quite agree with the girl's reasoning. Buffy didn't think she was that beautiful. Oh, the male population was interested in her. No doubt about that, but she knew they saw her as a strange, exotic mixture of tomboy and seductive vixen. Still she scared them all away with her strength and power.
In her eyes men with an inferiority complex were not husband material and so she had decided she didn't want one. A tumble in the hay after a good slaying was all she needed. But sadly, not even her current lover had the power to take off her edge completely. She sighed in disappointment, then gasped as an arm encircled her middle, pulling her back against the front of a hard, male body, and a hand closed over her mouth, muffling the sound.
She started struggling immediately, but the man behind her simply tightened his hold and lifted her off the ground. He walked backwards through a hidden entrance in the castle's walls and then she heard stones grating against each other before darkness swallowed them both.
"Shh, you're safe now." His cool breath danced over her ears and against her skin.
She recognized the owner of the voice instantly and relaxed.
"Angel." She murmured.
He had saved her gain. Her relief was spiced with puzzlement, though, because she had not felt him appear behind her. But then again he'd never given off vampire-vibes before. It was strange. Just like the man… err vampire himself.
Why was he still standing right behind her? With his arm still around her waist? Their bodies so close they touched through the clothes?
And why did she not mind at all?
Because she'd never expected his embrace to be so comforting and safe. She'd been prepared for discomfort, danger and maybe even sickness since those were the reactions the presence of vampires usually caused. Instead his tantalizing smell - wood, male and power - surrounded her like a warm blanket. She wanted to bury herself in it.
Yet, feeling the planes of his body pressing along her backside sent pleasant shivers up and down her spine and created a rush of desire that settled deep down in her loins. She tried to stop her body from reacting for it would be too embarrassing, but it was already to late. A small drop of moisture had already escaped her center and subtly scented the air.
His nostrils flared in response and then he growled low in his throat as his shaft rose and pushed into her back. Drowning in her scent, he never noticed losing a part of his control. As a result his power rolled over her and teased hers to come out and play. The call went not unheard and so they stood frozen while their powers rubbed joyfully against each other, creating sparks and intoxicating…
tbc...