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 Two: The Slayer

The Slayer loved nights like this. Hardly anyone or anything around. The cemetery ground were quiet. There was nothing to fight. The Slayer for a little while could rest.

"Don't let your guard down." The Slayer thought.

"The Master or his Princess could be just around the corner."

The Master had ruled The Hellmouth for the last two years. Elusive and deadly. Only The Slayer had seen him. Everyone from the demon world to The Watcher's Council speculated. Only The Slayer knew who he was for sure.

A strange sensation crept up the Slayer's neck.

"Fuck." The Slayer muttered.

Something was there. Something was watching him. The Slayer saw the clearing in the cemetery. It was a trap. But for what?

Slowly The Slayer took a step onto the grass. To the average eye there would have been nothing. Maybe a slight breeze that rustled through the tree. Slayer sense saw the figure as it flipped off its branch and landed behind them.

The Slayer did a flip as well, getting into a fighting stance, watching the creature slowly rise from the crouching position.

"Why? Why always you" The Slayer thought.

The Slayer watched as the figure straightened up. The moonlight danced off of the vampire's pale skin. It was exquisite. Everything about It. I's hair, its lips, its eyes -- its sometimes unfocused tortured eyes haunted The Slayer most.

The Vampire stood there smiling at its prey. Those same tortured eyes did not seem so unfocused tonight. The Slayer knew that could only mean one thing. The Vampire wanted to play.

The Vampire looked at the Slayer smiling.

"Hello there Slayer out for a stroll?" It said in a childlike voice.

The Slayer smiled.

"You know me I enjoy a good walk in the dark... clears my head." The Slayer replied.

The Slayer circled the vampire.

"Should we get on with this then?" The Slayer asked.

The Vampire nodded.

"Daddy will want me to come home soon. Can't dance for too long." The Vampire said in a sing song voice.

"Well, come on then Luv. You know you wanna dance." The Slayer replied, pulling a stake out of his pocket.

The vampire pouted.

"Bad Willie always needs little toys. You are The Slayer after all, why bother?" The Vampire asked.

William shrugged his shoulders.

"I just like them -- they make me feel all manly." He teased.

The Vampire leaned back on its heels ready to do battle.

"Are we ready to dance, Willie?" The vampire asked.

William looked at the blonde vampire in front of him and took a deep breath.

"All right, then, Buffy let's dance."