Dark Side of the Moon

Forest

Forest was beyond the point of coherent reply as she arched towards his fingers.  Tom's lips, teeth, and tongue found the hyper-sensitive point of her nipple and began to toy with it.  Sparks of pure bliss ran through her to the building ache within her.  It joined with it, sparking the tension higher and higher.

Tiny cries were leaving her lips as the dam within her burst.

Dark spots filled her vision as she arched hard with a cry.  Her needy core clamped on nothing as she writhed and cried out, losing herself to his touch.


Saber

The blond girl-king gave him a sad smile and said, "I am not your Saber, but I am happy to see you."

She cupped his face with one hand before moving to pull the elastic holding her hair in its high tail.  The blond strands fell free and she met his eyes.  "You know I would not say this lightly."

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Forest

She blinked as Ann climbed into the car and sat on Law's lap.  She was aware that Shirou had gotten out of the car and went to go calm Mia down.  He knows something's not right with the girl either, she thought.

She also was aware of a child killing monster being lose in the city.  Saber needed her help tracking it down and Forest wasn't going to let that sort of shit stand.  A dull pulse was starting to form behind her forehead and she rubbed it.

She looked at Shirou and called out, "I'm at a bloody loss."


Saber

Saber took a deep breath and opened her phone.  "She should have been here by now."

If anything, she was sure they could use the vampire's keen senses to try to track the monster down.


The Fanged Foursome

Buffy made a sound that was somewhere between a snort and a laugh.  She asked, "Poaching?  Did she just really say 'poaching'?  Who the hell uses that word anymore."

"Poachers," Spike replied with a tiny smirk as he took a draw off his cigarette.

The blond former-cheerleader stared at the Brit before busting out into full out giggles.

Drusilla, picking up on the mood decided to giggle with her.

Angelus ignored his giggling bitches and turned back to Deborah.  "Well this is Nexus City.  Any and everything does happen.  Killing vampires is . . . well this ugly old man said it wasn't something to be taken lightly, but I didn't like him much.  And she killed him," he gestured his head to Buffy, who had sobered up slightly.

Spike flicked the stub of his cigarette and said, "So love, are you just that lonely and wanting to find others of your kind?"

"Lost little lamb," Dru said with a more than a little disturbing smile.

The Fanged Foursome

The "young" woman was silent as the four approached.

Drusilla skipped in front of her and said, "Lost your way from home, dearie?  We are Kindred, but not clan."  Then she chuckled and sort of pirouetted back to Spike.

Spike lit a cigarette and said, "Welcome to Nexus, a real, right cesspool."

"A hive of scum and villainy," Buffy chimed in with a grin.

Angelus smiled, all devilish Black Irish Charm. "For your sake, you'd better not be one of those annoying as hell do-gooder vampires with a hero complex."

"If she is, I can take care of that," Buffy said with a grin, green eyes glinting savagely, "I was a Slayer after all."

The Fanged Foursome

Drusilla smiled and said, "Look at the lost little lamb . . ."  The crimson tips of her nails began to dance as she sang, "Run and catch, the lamb is lost in the blackberry patch . . ."

Spike lit another cigarette and said, "We could go down, see who's side she's on and whatnot."

"Or I could just kill her," Buffy said, her green eyes dancing as she gripped the stake secured in her jacket.

Angelus put his hand on his progeny's shoulder.  Darla had threw a fit when she found out that he wanted to turn a Slayer.  Then she had become jealous, especially since Buffy made her way into is bed.  Then again, his little Slayer was an elegant, brutal killing machine.  It wasn't art to her, but satisfying a need that being turned had brought out.

"I know you like your instant gratification, Buffy, but let's go down and introduce ourselves," Angelus said, taking her hand and kissing it.  The blond smiled as she moved close, nipping lightly at his knuckles. 

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Forest

Forest laughed as Mia looked for the source of Dio pouring out of her speakers.  She made sure that the Firebird was behind her as she started to drive to Saber's location.  The blond looked at the girl with a laugh and said, "There's no tiny man singing to you.  See, what happened is this tiny man with a very epic voice sang this song and it was recorded with the help of Science, which is sort of like magic!  So the copy of the song is put into many things around the world just so people can hear how awesome Dio is, may the Morrigan bless his heavy metal soul.  The song is brought to life again with more Science and comes out through those tiny holes there."

The blond pointed to the speakers as she shifted, turning. 

They were entering a more crowded area and she approached a stop light when she noticed that the Firebird wasn't following her anymore.  "'Hell's Bells," she groused as she saw a young woman standing in front of the stopped Firebird and traffic starting to stop behind it.  A woman holding a scythe.

"Bloody hell," the blond muttered before looking at Mia and saying, "Sweeting, don't talk like me, its bad."  Then she whipped the car into a perfect parallel parking job before killing the engine and stowing the keys in the remainder of her jeans.  "Stay here," she said before locking the cars and heading out to where the car was stopped and more commotion was appearing.

"Saber is going to be insufferable," the blond said to herself before approaching the woman with the scythe and clearing her throat. 

Before she could make a quip about Shirou trying to shoot that woman too, Forest noticed that the scythe bearer's attention was on Law and not Calico.  There was something about her.  Something that made Forest want to bow to her, to take her in her arms and dance in the street with her.  Something familiar, comforting, and something she was all too familiar with.  Ice knotted up in her stomach as she asked, "Hey, aren't you suppose to be a cute Goth girl?"


Saber

The blond nodded at Rin's words then frowned.  Saber had no idea what did this; she just needed to know what she needed to wield her sword against.  Her mind was not one for puzzles and riddles such as this. 

Archer would have pondered the why of the situation for the briefest of moments before moving on to try to track it.  However Saber was no tracker.  She was a warrior and had been a king.  She upheld justice and protected those who could not protect themselves from the things in the dark that could devour them.

Like this, she thought, shaking her head.

Then she looked at Henry, Rin, and the other person who annoyed her ever so slightly.  She could hear Forest's voice in her head saying that she should now his name and use it, that slightly scolding voice somewhere between a teacher and a mother.  The former king realized what was wrong and scowled.

"Instead of trying to figure out what did this, can we try to find it?" Saber asked, before looking at Rin and the other man.  "Rin, could you perhaps try to track him with thamautagy?   Or you, do you not have sorcery of your own?"




"She's looking for something."

"That's bloody obvious, Slayer, but what?"

"She searches for her Kindred, even though they are not Clan."

"She's looking for other vampires.  I think we can indulge her."

"And maybe take her shopping?  I mean look at that outfit.  Geeze, I know you guys are from Ye Olden Times but at least Angel has a sense of style."

There were four of them.  A tiny blond frozen in her late teens dressed fashionably but sensibly, a bleached blond Brit full of swagger, cigarettes, and a black leather duster stolen from the dead, a mad seer with long raven hair and eyes like midnight, and their cruel and monstrous leader with the face of an angel. and dementedly artistic flare.  The eldest of the group had been killed weeks ago, but she hadn't been their leader.  Hadn't been for some time.

The Brit pointed with his cigarette towards the almost non-descriptive vampire below their perch and said, "What if she's a bloody Judas like the bitch who offed Darla?"

"I think I need to send her a thank you card," the blond girl said with a grin, her green eyes flashing.

Their leader, who towered over the other three, smirked and said, "Buff, jealousy really doesn't suit you."

"Please, she was the one jealous of me," she said with a snort and grin.

The mad seer shook her head, red velvet skirts swaying as she danced.  "No, she does not bring death with her, but unity.  Uniting us all for God's great plan."  Then she laughed, a retched tittering sound.

The tall, dark and handsome leader sighed, shook his head and said, "That's worse."

"Should we introduce ourselves?" the blond asked, "Or maybe I should tell Deacon to keep a heads up?"

"Those are fighting words, Slayer," the Brit said with a chuckle before flicking the stub of his cigarette away.