#c:buffy

[andreahuts]

TINDA 🔥 BUFFY

ANDREA: What's a famous lil boo like you doing here?

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@thecondemnedandhunted​

Sam was sitting in the bunker. The screen from his laptop glowed in the dark room. Data numbers were scrolling endlessly. Jack and Castiel were doing a search of Michael of their own. Sam didn’t have the powers or the wings to join them. At least when Dean was a demon he knew what to do. An archangel using his body was going to be a huge challenge. How were they going to wake Dean up when Michael had the reins.

Small footsteps brought him out of his stressful thoughts. A female figure came into view. “Hey, Buffy. What are doing out of bed?” Sam was losing sleep again. If he closed his eyes for even a minute. He could lose Dean’s location. 

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@s-lazzari

By the time Roman found out he packed a small bag and climbed out of his bedroom window. He had to be quick about this and luckily for Roman he was best when running. It was a bit of a journey by foot but he had no other choice at the moment. After cutting through some darkened alley ways and street corners he pulled out his cell phone and texted Buffy while still running. It was hard to multi-task and he was certain the text messaged was complied of a bunch of jumbled letters. But he knew Buffy would get the jist of it anyway. He continued to run until his cheeks turning bright red as he huffed along the pavement. “He knows, you have to leave now.” Knox’s words played through Roman’s mind over and over until he reached his destination. Roman pulled his phone out of his jeans pocket and sent another text to Buffy that he was here. It was a usual meet up spot between the two. It was about the mid-way point between both of their houses. When the text was sent Roman hunched over and began to start regulating his breathing. He wasn’t sure how this was going to end- but all he knew was that he had to keep Buffy safe.

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The anti possession tattoo was sliced across his flesh underneath the shirt he wore. The demon found residence in the Winchester’s body for weeks now. Going unnoticed, letting Sam take control of himself for the most part.

The demon pushed Buffy against the wall, tightening Sam’s hands around her neck. “Sam’s not home.” He was getting tired of the blonde asking about his well being. “Slayer, you’re not going to fight back. I’ve got your boyfriend.” The corrupted soul spoke in a sing song tone. It was condescending, and maniacal. “I think I’ll leave Sammy more guilt he’s drowned himself in. Making him think he killed you.” The blade in Sam’s hand the demon held traced Buffy’s skin across her cheek. It trailed along her neck. “We’re going to have so much fun.”

[freaksandfangs]

continued @little-miss-buffy

"What the bloody hell do you mean like a Chee-toh? Those puff snacks that leave cheese dust all over your fingers. Honestly, there are better things to aspire to live as long if you're going to compare your life span to food."

Kol was speechless trying to process the stupidest thing he may have ever heard in his immortal existence. Sometimes he wondered why she was the chosen one. The things that came out of her mouth. Befuddling half the time.

"Oh yeah. It's kind of a vampire thing more than a Bekah thing. If we hear something. We'll stay back. Best to not tell anyone just in case the enemies hear us"

[freaksandfangs]

( 𝐀𝐈𝐃 ) ; one muse runs to the others aid after they were violently hurt. 

(Rebekah)

Rebekah's body was stiff, death covered her skin. The lack of color except a blue grey tint from the dagger in her heart. She annoyed Niklaus for the millionth time. She looked like a cracked porcelain doll inside her coffin. Nik was back at it again collecting his siblings in their coffins instead of compromising an agreement.

The blonde Original couldn't feel the dagger be removed. She could feel herself come back to life. Nik was going to get his ass kicked. Her finger tips moved. blood dripped on her lips from a bloodbag. She wasn't daggered long. Her rise wouldn't take it's sweet time. "Where is that wanker!" Rebekah said, when she was able to sit up. "Thank you for coming to my aid Buffy."

@little-miss-buffy

[freaksandfangs]

( 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 ) ; one muse calls sender late at night in tears and the other comes over to comfort them. -> lydia !

Lydia called Buffy late at night. The tears couldn't hold back from falling down her tear ducts. "Buffy..." She weakly said when the Slayer answered on the other end. Buffy was the only other girl she knew that had one foot in the supernatural world. She had powers like Lydia. They weren't the same kind. The Redhead needed someone to talk to who could understand what she was going through.

Lydia opened her front door to the blonde Slayer. At that point her eyes were red. She had calmed down slightly. Crying could really be exhausting when you felt overwhelmed. "How did you process learning you're a Slayer?" Lydia didn't want to find dead bodies for the rest of her life. She didn't want to predict anyone's death. She didn't even know how powerful her wail was to her. That if she went down with the ship others around would too.

@stake2heart

[freaksandfangs]

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"Oh God, I'd rather be daggered." Rebekah was getting tired of getting trapped in haunted witch houses. Buffy could leave. She wasn't a vampire. They hated her family in particular. The witch ancestors that cursed this place. She should of known not every home was abandoned after death.