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The Fall of Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Chapter 1 Intro:
On Angel it was explained that after the fall of Sunnydale Buffy moved to Europe with Dawn and Giles. This story takes place there. A little bell jingled over the door way as Buffy entered. No one in the bar seemed to notice. “My kind of place,” she thought to herself. She glanced at her watch. The good thing about the bars in Europe was they stayed open all night. After a few hours of patrol she usually found herself in one of them. This particular bar seemed old. The whole place seemed to be draped in burgundy and gold, dark woods and vintage fixtures. It reeked of regret. “Ce qui М boire?” The bartender asked. “Martini. Extra dirty.” Buffy responded. The bartender poured the drink and Buffy looked away. Her eyes scanned the rest of the bar. It was filled with middle-aged men in suits and a few women who looked like professionals. They were all speaking very quietly. There was a faint hint of piano music but it was low and unobtrusive. “Perfect,” she thought. She turned back to the bar in time to find her drink. As she sipped on it her thoughts began to drift. The days in Sunnydale seemed like a distant memory now. After the last near apocalypse she had come to Europe with Giles looking for a fresh start. What she had found was the same chaos that she had left. There was nothing different here. Europe had the same vampires and demons and other ugly things that went bump in the night. She missed her friends and she missed her life, but all of that was gone. Sunnydale was nothing more than a giant hole now, gone forever. Dawn was in school and they spoke only occasionally. She wanted it that way though. She wanted her to have a normal life, far away from her sister’s chaos. Giles promised her a renewed sense of duty when they came to Europe. Pretty soon though he was getting more and more involved with his own life and his own friends. She imagined it was similar to her time in Sunnydale, except now she was on the other side of it. She had left London a few months earlier to track a master vampire through France. It had taken longer than she expected so she found herself still there, still searching alone. She didn’t feel the need to hurry back. France wasn’t all bad though. They had good wine and the atmosphere was refreshing. Nobody asked too many questions and for the most part she was free to patrol and to hunt and to do as she pleased. She took another sip of her drink and her thoughts briefly drifted to Spike. She wished he could be with her now. Not only as an ally, but as a lover. At the end of day she needed nothing more than someone to hold her and let her know that everything was going to be okay. “Buy you a drink?” A man’s voice spoke. Buffy turned to see a dark haired man in a business suit. His eyes were glazed over and his breath reeked of bourbon. He was mildly attractive though and had a slim physique. He had a desperate sense about him. “He’ll do,” she thought. “Sure, how about another Martini, dirty.” Buffy voiced as she downed the last of her first drink. She could feel the warmth of the alcohol begin to course through her veins. It felt wonderful. Like coming home. ‘What’s your name?” “Buffy.” “How American. What a beautiful name for a such a beautiful girl.” He delivered the line with his eyes firmly fixed on Buffy’s chest. Her perk and supple young breasts were showcased nicely by her low cut blouse. His accent was unmistakably French but he spoke English well enough. “Uh, thanks.” By this time the bartender had made another drink and Buffy took another big sip. It burned her throat. It felt great. “Woah, easy baby. That’s strong stuff,” the man voiced with a chuckle. She felt his hand on her back, drifting. It was obvious what he wanted from her. “I can handle it,” she responded. She looked over at him through her saddened blue eyes. She looked for a connection. There was nothing there. There was only mindless lust. “I can handle a lot of things.” The man laughed. “Is that right? I wonder if you can handle me.” His hand moved down and rested against her bottom. She didn’t object. The attention was welcomed, even if it wasn’t sincere. Buffy looked at him again and smiled. “Why don’t we find out?” She voiced with a strange seriousness. She grabbed her glass and took another long sip, finishing it. The back alley was suitable. Buffy and her new friend emerged from the back door of the bar. It was quiet and dark. There was a faint breeze flowing through the alley, kicking up old newspapers and pushing coke cans across the brick pavement. “Let’s make this quick,” Buffy voiced “Certainly.” The man responded. Buffy saw a trashcan that seemed like the perfect height. She moved next to it and undid her jeans. The man did the same. Once her pants were down she bent over the lid of the can, flipped her hair back, and waited while the man pulled her panties down. His cock was exposed now through the zipper hole of his slacks. He spat into his hand and rubbed it “Are you ready for me baby? You ready to have this inside you.” “Yes. Fuck me good.” Buffy answered. She liked it hard and fast. It was the only way she would come. “Fuck the pain away,” she whispered to herself. “You want it hard baby, huh, you want it nice and hard in your pussy. I knew right when I saw you that you wanted to get fucked.” Insertion came quick and violently. Buffy gasped. His cock entered her like a piston and filled her instantly. He was thick, and Buffy liked it. The length never mattered much but the thicker they were the better. “Oh yes,” she moaned as he started to fuck her. She could feel his hands on her waist, pulling and pushing her petite body. He was doing just as she had asked. He was fucking her good. “You like this you little American slut. Does that big French cock feel good inside of you? I know you love it you little bitch. I feel how wet you are.” His accent was thick and he spoke in a very matter of fact manner. The trashcan began to rattle as it moved underneath her. The night air was chilly and biting. Buffy’s breathing became faster and more noticeable. His strokes were hard and fast and a knot of butterflies formed in Buffy’s stomach. “Fuck me. Yes, that’s it,” she moaned. She felt the warmth inside her. It was similar to the warmth of the vodka only better. The world began to fade inside her head. The friends and family she had left behind disappeared. The cock inside of her was her world now. It was all that mattered. He increased the velocity of his strokes. His body slammed against hers. “Yes my little piggy,” he spoke through his groans. He was breathing pretty hard. He slowed his pace slightly to catch his breath. As he did he leaned forward and worked himself into her at a different angle. The change of pace felt good. His hands slipped underneath her body so he could squeeze and rub her breasts through the thin material of her blouse. “Does it feel good daddy? Is that pussy nice and tight for you?” Buffy moaned as her suppressed emotions began to take over. She felt his mouth at her ear now. His tongue flicked against her lobe. “Your pussy is so tight. I want to fuck you forever.” The thought sounded appealing. A lifetime of escape. An eternity of mindless lust. The pain replaced with the warmth. “Fuck me till you come.” The man pulled back, and as he did his hands entrenched themselves in Buffy’s long blonde hair. He pulled her head back violently and pushed his cock into her all in one motion. She hadn’t even had to ask. “Oh my god, yes, fuck me!” Buffy screamed. Her voice cascaded down the alley. Someone might have heard. She didn’t care though. The whole world could be watching her right now and it wouldn’t matter. Being fucked was all she needed. “Take it you fucking cunt,” the man yelled back. He had a good handle on her hair and was pounding his cock into her, making her feel each stroke. Her wonderful pear shaped ass was shaking erotically with each thrust. Her whole body seemed to quiver each time he slammed himself into her frame. Buffy’s moans became louder and faster. She felt a deep trembling that began in her bowels and seemed to explode through her body. The man could feel her tense up. “That’s it baby, come all over my dick.” He ordered her. “Come all over it.” Buffy didn’t disobey. The orgasm rocked her body and she came hard and deep. It was the good kind that left you feeling orgasmic for hours. She opened her mouth to scream but it was a silent scream. The orgasm seemed to last forever. She lost herself in. Everything faded away at that moment. It was a momentary escape, but it was all she needed. After the orgasm she sort of fell limp onto the trashcan, but the man didn’t stop his assault on her. He continued to fuck her now listless body. Using her like some sort of fuck doll. “I’m coming baby,” he groaned. He began a quick series of thrusts that ended with him pulling his cock out and spraying his white come across her ass and back. Buffy could feel it. The warm and sticky fluid. She felt it splash against her ass and drip down. It formed a small puddle on the small of her back. “Ohhhhhhhhh, FUCK YES!” the man yelled as he came. He looked down at the mess he had made all over Buffy’s petite bottom as the passion of the moment began to subside. Reality began to shift back into view. Without words Buffy and the man both began to dress. Buffy pulled her panties up, and felt the sticky mess the cloth made against her skin. She didn’t care though. She looked back to see the man dressing hastily. “Thanks for pussy baby. Maybe I’ll see you around here again eh?” He voiced as if he was embarrassed to say it. He gave her a half-hearted kiss on the cheekd and stumbled back into the bar. “Don’t count on it,” Buffy muttered to herself. She zipped her jeans up and sighed. She was still buzzing from the alcohol and it combined with the mild afterglow made her feel almost happy. That was the point really. She walked down the alley in no hurry at all. Another day was done. Tomorrow would be a new one. Every morning could be a fresh beginning. Every night a violent end. Things could always change. “Hopefully for the better,” she thought to herself.
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