* by personal request(the things i'll do to get a writer to write here)

something like this?

She finished pulling up the soft doeskin boot, lacing it tightly around the fleshiest part of her thigh. She wiped her brow and looked to the full moon just beginning to rise. Tonight would be a good night for slaying she thought, smiling wickedly.

She smoothed the custom dyed black leathers, making sure each tie was double knotted and each buckle taut, she looked into the free standing tall mirror and smiled, she licked her glossed lips swallowing down the sweet flavor.

She loved the gooey sweet glosses, one luxury she was allowed in her line of work, she frowned briefly remembering the first time she was approached.

"Those bastards." she muttered, sliding her hands along her ribs, squeezing the cleavage of her breasts into an even more suggestive tease.

She turned observing her full, sensual curves made even sexier by the tight leather, and perfectly positioned laces. She bent down smoothly, her cat like grace enhancing the swell of her breasts as she picked up a beaten shoulder pack. Various patches and mismatched stitching suggesting it's usefullness.

She dug through and pulled out several elastic ties, and quickly twisted her long black hair back out of her face, and into a tight bun, she learned quickly that to have it long and flowing could result in her being grabbed, she brushed the faint scars that never quite healed across her neck, a few wild tendrils bounced tickling her pale skin. She looked at her watch and swore softly at the time.

She quickly tossed the pack over her shoulder and stopped at the door to briefly belt a long black sheath around her waist, she carefully removed the long, dual edged sword and grinned watching it reflect back the soft candle flickering. She resheathed it and smiled blowing out the candle.

Jacob was waiting, and they would have a good night tonight. She made sure the door was locked, pulled the warm long jacket tightly against her body resisting the wind tha picked up, a few black clouds stopped across the now almost fully risen moon before swifting away. She shivered, closed her eyes thinking of him, and how he could feel, the rapture of blood and sex. She smiled and turned to the left, she was to meet him in the park.


unbuffy like enough for you

now thats certainly the slayer i would prefer....she meets my requirements exactly, thanxxs writing buddy.

It had been a long day, too long in Jacobs oppinion. the days streached on and on as is all his life would become day, leaving him nothing but the shadows to roam in like a caged animal, and if anything remained the same about him since he bacame hell's bitch, he would not be caged. the night was cool upon his emergance, wisping lightly across his youthful skin, his hands clasping tightly to feel the differences. going against his rather cool appearance his left shoulder creaked loudly, sinew restiching itself and catching in the wrong places. As he pulled his black t-shirt over his chest he grimaced from the pain, his arm, after all, had almost been ripped off entirly the preveous night by the Bal'k.

Living in a crypt may appear a sexy lifetime for the living but Jacob had grown to despise it. Cold, small and cramped, it was no surprise to him he had again mislayed his pants, and no place fitting for his love. he tossed the old robes and treasure that clutterd his hide aside while his mind driffeted in thought of her, the falic between his legs unknowing awakening. How the shadows seemed to dance for her, flowing where ever she moved....the moon seeming duller in her grace, her hair so.... "trousers" he exclaimed triumphantly.

half an hour later he was poised in the safety of an old trees canopy, the scared bark a contrast to the damage inside of him. now he just had to wait, wait for his love to cum to him as she did every other night. that was, of course were their no interruptions, and by the sudden cries of pain he picked up in the breeze, he realised they may not get the chance to lay on the grass this night. as he lept out of the trees embrace his hair flew as wildly as the monster he held within.

She heard a faint noise in the wind, and her senses jumped alive, they weren't as good as jacob's, she ran toward the sound thinking wryly that there'd only be one way she would be as good as he was. She wasn't ready for that she stopped seeing the blur of excitement in the distance.

She slowed to catch her breath, and slipped the silver blade smoothly out of the sheath, the wind stirred quietly, she walked slowly, carefully stepping to not make a noise, watching the two forms engage. She stood back in the shadows, finding the shade of a large oak she pressed back against the massive trunk, finally close enough to jump in if she had to, she knew she wouldn't, and decided to stay back and watch, he was perfect, and teaching her to be the perfect hunter.

Whatever the creature was, it was slimy and immeasureably BIG. By the time Jacob got there it was already stuffing a shaking high heel into it's deep mouth, dripping profusly all over the ground it stood on. Deep, deep inside his dead chest Jacob shudderd, thoughts of that monster guzzling down his lover, tugging the chains of the beast within. It gripped the bars of his sole tightly, wispering in pleas, cursing in anger, the breeze filled with the scent of blood and...he cought on a second breath, fear. "BeAst" he spat out as he rushed forward across the pale grass, every muscle tightening, the monster inside him jumping for joy, his fangs glistening. The Slimeball turned in time to catch him in the middle of a leap, coating Jacob in smelly sludge from a sewer. it gurgled in his face before slapping him about, sending him crashing into a granite headstone that cracked under the force.

Jacob rose uneasily, his hair falling in curls across his face, hiding his eyes from teh beasts foul gaze. Jacob had been around longer than he cared for, longer perhaps than many that still walked the earth under the moons gaze. But without Lucy.....
His demeanor changed, his stance casting over and becomeing more animalistic, his fingers, like talons ripped the gore coverd blazer from his body as he silently beckoned for battle. So deeply emmerged, he never noticed the stealthy feminin form silently watching from behind a tree, the short steel blade clasped readily in her grip. Again he charged, but with a deadly control he lacked before. Monster versus monster, the slime creature lurched forward to meet him and a it struck, he suddenly swung away, missing it by inchs. it swooped up angrily, exposeing it's girth as Jacob had hoped. and channled with teh fury of an ageless monster he plunged his fist deeply into it's chest, clasing the little ruby within. Again it belted him, casting him back, but not without his prize. Looking at the nearest stone he smashed the ruby down upon it, fracturing the gem into a million sharp shards and dust. the spell broken the creature oozed to a halt before collapsing in upon itsleff, casting it's hand outwards to a form Jacob could not see. The monster he had realised was nothing more than a Gollum, a beast of dirt controld and brought to life by a crystal of power, and thus hecame upon it's achillies heel.

She stepped out of the shadows, smiling feeling that rush she always felt when she was near battle. She stood and waited for him to gather himself and notice her. He turned slowly, looking more human.

"Wow, you were great, what was that thing?" The disgust in her voice looking over the pile of vile goo made him smile. She stirred it around a bit with the tip of her sword, her brow raised curiously.

She listened as he explained a gollum, her brows furrowed thinking, she looked up to him, her bright brown eyes glittering with thought.

"So who was controlling it?" she smiled knowing the look of angry concern that flashed across his handsome face, she knew the hunting face, and felt a stir.

She licked her lips and smiled blushing, she looked around the park, paying extra attention to the shadows, looking for that hazy glow that she could see, she looked over to see his brightly shining.

"I don't sense anything else here, let's go check this out."

She stood up quickly to his command and looking again briefly at the pile of goop as it bubbled and fell still. She bit the corner of her lip thinking briefly if she should check it out, she shrugged seeing nothing else, wiped the tip of her blade clean in the grasp and sheathed it briskly jogging to catch up.

Neither noticed the dark shadow step out from behind a telephone pole grinning.

There is a cover for this story in the art threads, if you want to, print it and this story, i did and it looks slinky.

The rest of the night was clear and tranquil, as it had been in the victorian countryside of England when Jacob was still human, still a watcher. He glanced up for a moment, watching how full and round the large moon was, peckerd with dents and scars from a thousand wars. It reminded him of Lucys scars that had never fully vanished, how mortal she was. His gaze lowerd to her neck, bound by a little velvet choker. As she walked beside him she glowed like the moon, her soft pink skin gleaming with a white hue, every powerful step causeing her full chest to bounce rythmically. Before he knew it they had left the park and been walking for a good half hour with neither talking. "i thought you were dead", he said bluntly. Lucy looked at him without moving, her eyes flicking up behind her heavy black lashes, "why". Jacob came to a stop as they neared a water fountain, the lapping water filling the empty night with a crash like the tide, "he was eating someone, i didnt know.....i just thought". Lucy moved quickly up close, pressing the tips of her fingers to his stern mouth, his features like they had been carved from marble. She wisperd to him though there were noone else to hear, "im not Sarah, im not your slayer. You know you dont have to worry like that....im your lover". her hands passed down his chest slowly as she drew up to kiss him and as she breathed him in she felt the slightest hint of his fang. He resisted at first, but like the flow of the tide she washed over him, and his hunger gave in. Like cherrys she was sweet and plump, life just dripping off of her, gloss fom her pouting lips running down his dry throat. Lucy was enthralled, she didnt have a watcher anymore, they seemed to dire rather quickly around her, not that she needed one, she shared everything with hre parents and the gang. But Jacob was her desire, he was grown, powerful and reserved with that strong british taste. He was her dirty secret and closest ally and as her leg rose up his hip, her hand passing further down his body, she would finally make him something else to her tonight.

leaving the good part for me i see

She closed her eyes, seeing the rush of red that always swam when he bit her, she loved that, the shrill pain and then the ecstacy, she now needed him.

She smiled into his neck feeling his chilled hand slide up the inner thigh, his deathly coolness easily penetrating the well formed leather to her warm skin beneath, she shivered feeling light headed, she knew he'd withdraw, she felt the dizzyness ovewhelm her and closed her eyes feeling him lower her down, his hand had now slipped beneath the material, and was lazily working with the laces, loosening them.

He pulled away smiling at her, she could see a dribble of blood on the corner of his mouth, and still feeling dizzy shivered slightly feeling the pants roughly tugged down, exposing her creamy hips and simple pink panties. He lowered his head down to smell her fragrant womanliness, a sweet, musky scent. She wrapped her arms around his head and hugged him close, he could feel her love enveloping him.

He slid up, quickly grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head, he then took his time nibbling and sucking her exposed flesh, bending his head low to find the swollen cleavage of her breasts. He closed his eyes remembering the natural fullness of them, and felt the urge to tear away the restricting bodice, but knew that this was no place for lengthy lovemaking, they both had a need, and were short in time.

He kissed her mouth as he shoved in, stopping feeling she was still a bit dry, he closed his eyes feeling the surge of pain. He loved that he could feel what she was, the blood saw to that, but he hated it when he knew it was him hurting her. He slowly pulled out, waited and then slid in slower. He felt her welcome him this time, and excited burst of adoration easing his entry.

He continued to kiss her, still tasting her sweet blood on his lips, his pace increased, he felt her warmth passing on to give him warmth. He opened his eyes to see her cheeks flushed, her lips full and red with lust for him.

He watched the pleasure dance on her face, enjoyed how her tongue would dance across her lips, her wide eyes closed in pleasure, a hint of smokey black lining her lids, he mused how it glittered in the light of the moon. His thrusts grew watching the shimmery effect that now glowed around her body, her bright aura now blazing red and purple...he loved how the emotions of lust and anger were so similiar...

he felt his own pleasure grow and swell, knowing he would have to give back what he took, he smiled knowing that this would preserve her for him, yet never destroy her like it almost had him, he closed his own eyes, no longer able to contain his pleasure, her moaning and writhing begging him to complete her.

With a growl, almost a groan he thrust one last time, feeling his fluid explode inside, he deeply groaned feeling his dead seed fill her, knowing it would go no where, but close the deal on their relationship, he'd keep her forever.

Everything was a dream to the Slay’R. A rollacoaster of pleasure and pain that ripped through her body, her soul. A monster that ravaged her, devoured her and she gave everything willingly however deeply he plunged. Lucy eagerly shed the tight skin of the warrior, allowing Jacob to touch the teenage girl beneath. And he touched her softly. Lighting every spark of her core, penetrating her deeper than any before. Her muscles ached as she crushed his face into the soft furred flesh of her maidenhood before spreading before him, a slight tricle of blood running down from the teeth marks on her neck, down the cleft of her breast. Every urge was to fight back, to dominate. Instead she came in a thunderous climax.
With both left spent and tired, Jacob more so than Lucy who eagerly wanted to plunge back into that pool of sexual exploration, still wet from her taste of what hell has to offer, they slowly made their way to Willows house, never leaving the others gaze, hands tightly clasped together - Both unaware of the shadows movement around them. Willow was outside on her porch as the pair walked up. Her hair hung long and red, brighter then normal, a side effect of Willows magic being in tune with her emotions, magic that was out of the teenagers control. The first thing Lucy noticed was the small Hymotite ring on her friends thumb, it grew darker to hide itself. “What’s wrong”, asked Jacob without any concern in his voice. Willow was weeping, the tears flowing down her cheeks and nitting her stomach in cramps. Her hair floated over her face with a life of it’s own as she looked up at the pair of them, she could see them clearly, as if all the walls of pretense and every hidden thought were colours painted on a wall. Lucy to willows eyes was coverd in cum, Jacob’s hand prints all over her skin, this fear that others might know what she enjoyed rather than the heroic warrior she used as a shield to hide her true self. Willow glanced at Jacob also…..there was nothing there, not even a soul. Over come again Willow fell back into sobs, the tips of her ears appearing through the folds of her mane like the delicet elfs of myth and legand. “Xander” she sobbed, “…Xander, he’s gone”. Lucy was confused but it didn’t stop her comforting her friend, taking her inside and up to her room. Jacob made his apologise and left leaving Lucy with a cold feeling from him. There was something going on there, but with Willow a mess something had happened here as well. The went upstairs to Willows sanctuary. All sorts of spices and herbs litterd the teenagers room filling the air with a stuffy mix of scents, foliage even taking over the dusty laptop in the corner of the room. More than once, now in the company of her friend Lucy found another lace undone to the point her cloths were hanging on her by a thread, not having the time to redress properly. She realized if Willow had noticed she didn’t say anything about it. What had happened to that goofball Xander. He was never Lucy’s type, but Willow was connected strongly with him, perhaps even loved him. “We were at the Wobbly Goblin”, Willow stammerd, “things were…well. And then this beast came in, this monster. I felt him emediatly…dread, just dread. It destroyed everyone, tearing them apart. Killing everyone, except me, it left me and all I could do was cry”. She sat down on the bed, her nighty with a blue Pussy…cat on it rolling up ever so slightly. “It took Xander, just took him”. Lucy sat beside her concerned, feeling ashamed that while she lay with her lover so much death had happened, her hand stroking the sheathed blade she placed next to her. “what about your magic” she, asked, “I thought you had the power to…”. Willow spun on her angrily, the fire re-igniting in her eyes “Nothing…nothing Lucy”.

who's willow...i hope not like buffy's sidekick witch