The Wolf and The Lamb
Disclaimer: I do not own Underworld, or Buffy. However many times I threaten Joss….tears.
Pairing: Buffy/Kraven (Just read and find out!)
Timeline: Pre Underworld…and Post Chosen. They are in England. Mwahaha!
Buffy rolled her eyes as she sauntered through the club, she could feel someone staring at her, glancing around as if observing the club, and she smiled coyly at the man who was watching her. She batted her lashes and then turned and melted back into the crowd. She rocked her body to the low beat of the music, feeling it humming in her very marrow.
Two men pressed in on her, and Buffy responded, not like she might have years ago, but this time, calculatingly. Baiting the trap, and waiting for her prey. The leather pants and corset fit snugly and left a large expanse of milky skin exposed, she felt the soft touches here and there, but it wasn’t him.
She tossed her head back, a nearly feral grin slipping onto her face, truly a wolf amongst the sheep.
Then his hands were round her waist, pulling her flush against him, his cool breath hovering over her shoulder and neck. His black hair trailed along her skin as he leaned down to whisper in a rich accent.
Buffy spun to face him, the velvet of his shirt like butter across her skin. She could feel his cool hands now, they were leaving burning trails. She looked up at him, his eyes were dark, Buffy bit her lip, as a grin started to curl her lips upward. Her eyes sparkled as he led her away from the dance floor, out the back door, and into the night.
They weren’t in some cliché alley like the stories usually went. It was a small hollow on the edge of the woods. The moon was high in the sky, almost blood red, a perfect night indeed.
The man’s breathe became heavier, his voice silky, “I’ve been watching you.”
Buffy rolled her eyes, “Isn’t that what you all always do, vampires. I guess it is true, you really can’t teach an old dog a new trick.”
Too pleased to ruin her night by staking a vampire, besides, she knew that there were two other girls at the club tonight, she laughed at her own little joke and walked off into the forest, whistling a jaunty little tune as she went.
Too stunned to move, he watched as she became one with the night, not even he could pick her out from the trees. Sighing dejectedly, Kraven headed back to the mansion, and another night frustrated by her.
She was everything he was supposed to hate, she was the sun, and she was life. But something glimmered, hidden deep inside her emerald eyes.
Darkness he had never even dreamt of.
After all, she knew the score as he did not. She knew that he was not the hunter, but the lamb come to lie down with the wolf, never knowing that certain death lurked just below the surface.