Forest
Forest raised her eyebrow and said, "I doubt it. I mean, I'm not going to discount your angst because everyone has their own angst, but I really doubt you went through something 'similiar' to me."
Then she heard the conversation with the voice in his head, Xarrest. Of course he wants to offer himself up as a donor, because why not. Sacrificial lamb. That's what this one wants to be, a martyr who still breathes. Bloody hell.
And if I did bite him he's going to just cum buckets and that's not going to be awkward.
She said, "Look, you're wanting to donate, and that's sweet, but you really don't know what goes hand in hand with that. And I'm bloody old. I've learned control by now. I'm not going to rip out some innocent wanker's throat."
The Fanged Foursome
Buffy pivoted away from the strike at her midsection. She saw what that thing did to Dru and Spike, and she wasn't about to follow their footsteps. Angel started to move towards her, and her eyes met his. She shook her head ever so slightly and he stepped back.
She threw a punch, and wished she had a weapon at the moment.
Saber
The blond heard a rapping at her door. Rin was sleeping beside her, sprawled out and she'd taken all of the covers during the night. Saber rubbed her arms as she realized she smelled food cooking and padded over to the door.
The bedroom was covered in various stuffed animals, mostly lions, and one ridiculously large dragon named Charles. Clutching Charles, she opened the door to see Shirou there. Her hair was tumbling around her face and she was wearing grey fleece sweats. Smiling in her half sleep state, she lifted Charles up and said, "This is Charles. I was told that naming something was a great responsibility, and that he needed a name."