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wiseheartOkay, this is just a tiny part of a story arc featuring Veruca, the female werewolf from Buffy the Vampire Slayer. As you probably remember, she wanted Oz for himself and in canon, Oz killed her to protect Willow.
In my vampire AU, things will turn out a little differently, as told in the story arc The Path of Wolves. This will be eventually the beginning of the 3rd part of the story.
She-Wolf
by Soledad
A "Path of Wolves" story
Follows: "Detecting the Roots"
Fandom: crossover between BtVS, AtS, K:tE and P:tL.
Timeline: Contemporary with “Bachelor Party, in the 1st season of “Angel” and “Pangs” in the 4th season of “Buffy, the Vampire Slayer”.
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She was dying.
She was a true daughter of the Earth Mother, but touching Her bare body didn’t give her the strength to drag herself to a safe den.
She was dying.
She had the mystic powers of the never-ending song in her heart, could make the hearts of others burn with it, but her ripped-out throat produced no sound anymore.
She was dying.
She was one of the Fianna, she’d chosen her mate in wild passion and merged with him under the full moon, but her Chosen One betrayed her and tore out her throat.
She was dying.
She embraced her destiny as the warrior of the Wyld, rejecting all signs of weakness – like pity or compassion – to become hard and superior, but he’d been defeated. Attacked and slaughtered by the One she’d been looking for for years. The One who should have been running on her side, sharing he songs the fights and the passion with her.
She was dying.
Still in her True Form, too weak to change back into her human disguise, she dragged along her broken body in the woods with painful slowness. She didn’t know how long she was slugging to the North… to the only place where she might find some help. The blood loss blissfully dulled the pain but it made her feel so very cold… and so weak…
She was dying.
She knew she had no chance to reach her goal in time. The way would have been much too long, even without her grave injuries. She was going to die, one way or another. If the wounds didn’t kill her, the cold or the thirst would.
But she wasn’t ready to give up just yet. Stubbornly, she set one wobbling paw after another, dragging herself further along. She might be dying, but she was determined to at least die on her feet, fighting Fate till her last tortured breath.
In my vampire AU, things will turn out a little differently, as told in the story arc The Path of Wolves. This will be eventually the beginning of the 3rd part of the story.
She-Wolf
by Soledad
A "Path of Wolves" story
Follows: "Detecting the Roots"
Fandom: crossover between BtVS, AtS, K:tE and P:tL.
Timeline: Contemporary with “Bachelor Party, in the 1st season of “Angel” and “Pangs” in the 4th season of “Buffy, the Vampire Slayer”.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
She was dying.
She was a true daughter of the Earth Mother, but touching Her bare body didn’t give her the strength to drag herself to a safe den.
She was dying.
She had the mystic powers of the never-ending song in her heart, could make the hearts of others burn with it, but her ripped-out throat produced no sound anymore.
She was dying.
She was one of the Fianna, she’d chosen her mate in wild passion and merged with him under the full moon, but her Chosen One betrayed her and tore out her throat.
She was dying.
She embraced her destiny as the warrior of the Wyld, rejecting all signs of weakness – like pity or compassion – to become hard and superior, but he’d been defeated. Attacked and slaughtered by the One she’d been looking for for years. The One who should have been running on her side, sharing he songs the fights and the passion with her.
She was dying.
Still in her True Form, too weak to change back into her human disguise, she dragged along her broken body in the woods with painful slowness. She didn’t know how long she was slugging to the North… to the only place where she might find some help. The blood loss blissfully dulled the pain but it made her feel so very cold… and so weak…
She was dying.
She knew she had no chance to reach her goal in time. The way would have been much too long, even without her grave injuries. She was going to die, one way or another. If the wounds didn’t kill her, the cold or the thirst would.
But she wasn’t ready to give up just yet. Stubbornly, she set one wobbling paw after another, dragging herself further along. She might be dying, but she was determined to at least die on her feet, fighting Fate till her last tortured breath.
