He kept running. His legs were burning. He couldn't almost breath, but he still could hear them not too far, trying to catch him again. 'No, no, no', he almost whimpered inside his mind. He couldn't go back again there. There had to be someone who may help him. A voice in his mind whispered Sire, but he didn't understand it. He didn't have time to that, though. The soldiers were getting close. He must find a place to hide. And then...
A hand gripped his arm roughly, putting him in a halt. Within seconds, he was in the floor, a bunch of angry men surrounding him, calling him bad things, kicking him on his ribs. His cries of pain echoed in the night, and then he understood. He was truly alone in the world.
'Eh, leave him alone!' He could hear a voice, in the distance, making its way through the fog of pain. From the ground, all looked strange. He tilt his head, one pale cheeck against the asfalt and he could see that a blonde woman was fighting the soldiers. He tried to stand then and return to run, but he felt a hand in his shoulder, and he screamed out panicked.
'Hey, it's ok boy.' Someone helped him to his feet, and he lifted his eyes of the concrete, worrying his bottom lip. There was something about that new people that felt...familiar. Like he should know them, but didn't matter how he tried, he couldn't make their names out. A smiling young woman, with beautiful long hair, knelt in front of him.
'Hi! I'm Dawn. What's your name?' He took a small step back of her. He didn't know who he could trust, not after what the soldiers had made to him... With wide eyes he looked at his back, having remembered his enemy just then. However, to his surprise, they weren't there. He looked warily around, but he couldn't see them, or smell them.
The blond woman did was there. She smiled at him, and something from his inside stirred. She smelled funny, powerful and hot. Then she got too close to him and a voice screamed in his blood Danger, danger, run away! He tried to obey, but the sweet girl was holding him in place with her hands on his shoulders.
'Hey, not be scared, she is the good one.' The girl tried to sooth him, sensing his turmoil. 'You see. She saved you of that bad guys. She's my sister and her name is Buffy. She is the...'
'Slayer', he growled before he was overwhelmed by his fear and vampet out startling the Scoobie Gang. Buffy stared at the little vampire-kid growling at her. There was only someone who could make that single word sounds like the worst insult.
So... I know this was really short, but...what do you think, should I continue with this? Thank you very much, I'll be waiting!