What do you do when the person you love most is gone?
When you have lost all hope of happiness?
All sense of self?
The Slayer finds herself on
another journey after losing
everything.
She journey's away from the
Hellmouth...
As the sunlight invaded her vision, Buffy groaned slightly as she was stirred from her sleep.
Stupid sun!
Shifting underneath the ridiculously soft sheet covering her bare body, Buffy froze as she felt a weight over her waist.
Opening her eyes, they quickly widened in horror as she spotted a male arm encircling her waist, keeping her tightly pressed against another very naked body.
That's when it hit her like a freight train.
What she had done last night...well actually who she had done last night. She had slept with Klaus!!
Grabbing onto the blanket that was covering the two of them, Buffy sat up gasping in a mixture of panic, horror, and mostly self-disgust.
She had sex with Klaus Mikaelson!
What the hell was wrong with her?!
Looking around the room her eyes widened as she examed the state of the once immaculate bedroom. They were in Klaus's room, the bed was broken in two, the door was on the other side of the room leaving just a gaping hole at the entrance and the two of them were currently laid on the floor beside his broken bookcase.
Oh, God.
What had she done?
Feeling Klaus stir beside her, Buffy quickly jumped up to her, getting as far away from him as possible as she covered her naked body with the blanket.
Blinking his eyes open, Klaus looked over at her and a lazy smirk crossed his lips while she just continued to look around in horror.
This had to be a dream, it had to be!
Please let this be a dream!
"When—when did we end up in here?"
As Buffy continued to fall into a state of denial, Klaus leaned up on his elbows, his smirk not once faltering as he let his mind drift back to last night.
To say it had been explosive...was an understatement.
"From memory, sometime between the first time and the, uh five or sixth."
As he chuckled, Buffy lets out a disgusted breath and glared up at the ceiling. She had slept with Klaus.
"Oh, my god."
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The Mikaelson manner was a disaster.
Which made it almost impossible to find her things so she could get the hell out of there.
She needed to get out of there before she did something stupid, like sleeping with Klaus again.
With her her vest and bra ripped to shreds, Buffy stumbled around the manner in one of Klaus's henleys, desperately searching for her shoes.
The rest of her clothes were beyond ruined, including her leather skirt so she was intent on finding her boots before raiding Rebekah's closet for something to wear.
She could not walk around town in Klaus's clothes!
It would be like wearing a giant, 'I just had sex with the Hybrid everyone hates' sign on her chest.
No one could ever find out about this!
If her friends found out, she would end up locked in a cage until she stopped having lusty bad feelings. Damon would probably just say that she was under the effects of a love spell again.
"Shoes, shoes, need my shoes." She mumbled as she followed the path of destruction before spotting it underneath a broken table.
The sight of the table caused Buffy to gulp.
Memories of being bent over it last night flashed through her mind.
NO!
Quickly shaking her head, she grabbed her boot only to gasp as Klaus sped up behind her, his hands automatically finding her hips causing her to shiver.
"Going so soon love?" He whispered in her ear as he pulled her back against his chest before teasingly biting her earlobe with his teeth.
Feeling herself relax in his arms, Buffy panicked and quickly sped away from him, keeping a good five feet between them.
No matter how...amazing last night was, it was never happening again.
