VERY AU: Master Of The Sunnydale Hellmouth plays with a tortured Slayer, his dark Princess by his side.  Not the story you may think it is, in fact far from it. Come and take a journey to madness, betrayal, desire and rage. As we follow our cast of characters as they journey from the past to understand the present, as they  learn love can be beautiful and pure as well as dark and dangerous. And perhaps that hardest thing in this world is to truly live in it.

Author's Note: A lot of blood-play, darkness freaky/kinky and angst and VERY NC-17. Not suitable for viewers under age. Not your typical Buffy or Spike. This will be VERY LONG with a lot of flashbacks.
 

Nocturnal Bravura : def

Nocturnal -from Latin nocturnus ; of, relating to, or occurring in the night

Bravura- Italian, meaning 'skill or bravery'; a musical performance that displays a bold and an extraordinary display of technique.

Chapter One: The Vampire

The Vampire hated nights like this. Everything was quiet in the cemetery...too quiet, it made them think. Think about things that seemed so far away. Images flashed but nothing was ever solid not enough for any of it to make sense.

At least when there were screams everything was loud so loud it overtook all flashes of the vampire's mind.

A hunger stirred inside.  Something was coming. The heartbeat echoed through the vampire's head.

"Yes, be loud." The vampire whispered.

So loud the images would go away.

Thunk, thunk, thunk.

It approached closer.

The Vampire reached up over its head and swung into the top branch perching quietly with cat like grace.

Thunk, thunk, thunk.....

A heartbeat. Cool steady no nervousness or fear.

With a turn of the head the vampire and took a whiff the air.

A deadly smile crept upon its face and a single word escaped its lips.

"Slayer."