Shades of Something Blue
Chapters Ten ~ Thirteen
Chapter Ten
Moving quickly, William reached the Crawford Street access. A small scrap of white fabric on the floor caught his attention and he scooped it up. It was one of those little hair things Buffy was forever wearing. He smiled with relief and stuffed it in his pocket before climbing the ladder.
He didn’t even get a chance to knock before the door was flung open. He walked in to be met with an armful of Buffy; a Buffy that kissed him like she wanted to suck the breath right out of him. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, clinging like a limpet as she smooshed her lips to his.
“I gotta say I was thinkin’ you’d be a little more upset, luv,” William mumbled around her greedy lips.
Buffy lifted her head and grinned at his bemused face. “Well, I was at first, but then the neatest thing happened!” She bounced up and down excitedly, a motion that had William’s eyes rolling up in pleasure as certain parts of her bumped certain parts of him. The belt of the terrycloth robe she wore loosened and the curves of her breasts peeked out invitingly.
Reaching around her, he grabbed her ass and ground up into her as he carried her over to the sofa. Dropping down on top of her, he attacked her ears and the curve of her neck.
“Will!” She grabbed him by the ears and pulled his face out of her neck, forcing him to look at her. Her bottom lip stuck out as she pouted up at him. “Don’t you want to know what happened?”
“Sorry, pet. All those little bouncies and wigglies distracted me for a minute,” he apologized. “What happened to put you in such a state?”
“I beat up a demon!” she giggled, bursting with obvious pride.
“You did? And it didn’t set off the chip?” William was suitably impressed with her revelation. Except for the Initiative, demons posed the biggest threat to her in her chipped state. That she could defend herself against them was a huge thing.
“Nope, not even a little tingle. God, Will, it was SUCH a rush! I’m almost sorry I didn’t get the chance to finish it off.”
“What happened with that, then?” he asked. His hands rested on her robe just above her breasts, sliding his fingers underneath to tease her pale gold skin.
Buffy pouted once more. “I was getting ready to break its neck when our favorite militant demon hunters showed up. They must have been tracking it and followed it into the sewers. Lucky for me, I was able to hide before they saw me.”
“Wonder why they were tracking a Polgara demon? They’re relatively harmless unless they feel threatened.”
“Or horny,” she deadpanned, raking her fingers through his hair to bring out the curls. “There were six of them, with Riley Finn in charge. They tied it up and took it with them. They even took the spike I broke off when I was fighting it. Why would they want that? It’s not like they’re worth anything.”
William frowned, deep in thought as he traced idle circles on her chest. “I don’t like it,” he finally said. “With everything you told me about their experiments on you and on different types of demons…I don’t know, Buffy. I have a really bad feeling about this.”
He rested his forehead against hers, staring into her eyes. “Was it bad?” he asked.
Buffy knew what he was asking and nodded. “Not as bad as last night, but it still wigged me a little. I’m over it now.” She found it utterly sweet and amazing that he was showing concern for her. She leaned up and kissed him. “Thanks for caring,” she whispered.
Staring down into her sparkling eyes, William felt a weightless sensation in the vicinity of his heart, immediately followed by a frisson of fear. Their position…even the intense emotion in her eyes, was eerily similar to his earlier dream.
Buffy looked up at him, a tiny frown puckering her eyebrows. She had heard his heart skip a beat and then resume its rhythm just a bit too fast. “Will, are you okay?”
William shook his head as if to clear it. “I…Buffy, I…”
He wants to end it, Buffy thought with sick certainty. Too much has happened too fast and he’s spooked. She moved quickly to cover his mouth; first with her fingers and then with her lips in a kiss of pure desperation, tears pricking at her eyes. Not yet! Please, just a little longer! she cried inside.
Her obvious anguish surprised him, but he responded helplessly to her demands. Small hands attacked the fastenings of his jeans as she pushed them down with her feet. In a heartbeat she had him firmly in hand, holding him in place as she arched her back, driving him inside her with a cry of pain.
“Buffy… Slow down, pet.” Will tried to pull back, knowing he had to be hurting her. “You’re not ready…”
She clutched at him mindlessly, whimpering as she fought to keep him inside; to keep him close and link him to her the only way she knew how.
“BUFFY!” He grabbed her face and forced her to look at him. “STOP.” He tried to calm her, stroking her face and hair gently. “You’re making me hurt you, luv, and it doesn’t have to be this way.”
A sob broke from her as she buried her face in his neck. “I’m… Oh, God, I’m sorry…So sorry, Will…I ruin everything!” she whispered brokenly, burying her face in his neck.
William smiled into her hair. “Nothing is ruined, baby. We’re just gonna slow things down a bit, yeah? Make it good, so we can both enjoy it.” He pulled out of her, wincing as she gave a tiny yelp of pain. Rolling to his feet, he took her hands and helped her to stand; holding her steady until her legs stopped shaking.
Still keeping his grip on one of her hands, he took all the pillows off the sofa and threw them on the floor. Her robe was skimmed off and tossed to the side. Kneeling, he smiled up at her and pulled her down to lie on the lush oriental carpet, arranging her just as he wanted her in the nest of pillows.
“Comfy?’ he asked, standing above her and removing his clothes without fuss.
Buffy nodded uncertainly, her eyes wide and wary as she watched him undress. God, he was gorgeous. She could spend hours just watching him like this.
Joining her among the pillows, he bent to kiss her, taking her hands and lacing their fingers together. “Just lie back. Close your eyes and relax, because I’m going to tell you a story, okay?”
“A story?” She was clearly puzzled by this turn of events. “What about?”
“Shhh.” He placed a finger over her lips to hush her. “Humor me, luv. Please?”
She nodded, making a big show of getting comfortable against the pillows and releasing a deep, unnecessary breath. “Begin,” she said with a smile as she closed her eyes.
“Once upon a time, there was a handsome prince,” William began.
Leaning down, he nibbled a slow trail up her neck to her ear, his warm breath making her shiver in reaction. “Actually, he was a poncy buggar. He was forever scribbling bloody awful poetry and walking around with his head in the clouds. But he lived a double life, our prince. By day, he was meek and shy, but by night he was a valiant warrior, slaying dragons and demons and keeping his kingdom safe.”
William moved to the other side of her neck, dropping kisses on her closed eyelids as he did so. “He was brave and loyal and true to the cause, but because of his secret identity, he was also lonely.” He worried a soft earlobe between his teeth. “You see, our prince had been burned in love before; lost his ‘faith’ in it, so to speak. So, he was afraid to trust another with his heart.”
He skimmed his hand down her throat to just above her left breast, coming to a rest over her unbeating heart. She quivered the slightest bit and he raised his head to look at her face. Noting that her eyes were still tightly closed, he smiled in satisfaction. Leaning down, he nuzzled the softness of her breasts, licking and sucking in turn at the diamond-hard peaks.
“Time passed and he grew cocky and overconfident. There was nothing he couldn’t defeat. Until the night the golden vampire princess invaded his kingdom. She had heard the tales of the invincible warrior, and since she had already taken out two of his kind, she was prepared to make him her third.” William slid down her body until he rested between her legs. “She was brash and beautiful and untamed by any man.”
Buffy gasped and jumped as she felt his nose brushing against the tight curls guarding her sex. Her fingers clenched in the soft rug beneath her as he bathed her inner thighs with moist flicks of his hot tongue. All the while he continued his tale, breathing the words into her skin.
“The prince wanted her badly, but it seemed their fate was to destroy each other. They fought often, but neither was able to gain the upper hand. They were too evenly matched; knew the poetry of each other’s moves too well. They came to share a grudging respect for each other. Then one day something terrible happened to the vampire princess and she couldn’t fight him anymore.”
He felt her tense against him. Over it, my ass, he thought. He ran his hands up and down her legs soothingly. “Even though it went against her nature, she came to the prince and begged for his protection from the evil, militant demons that had hurt her. The prince agreed against his better judgment. Not because he feared that she might hurt his friends. The prince was afraid of what she could do to his heart.”
William lifted his eyes and found her staring at him. He refused to look away, holding her enthralled green eyes as he reached down and lightly traced her nether lips. Parting them, he found her wet warmth and swept his fingers up to circle around her clit and back down to tease her opening; up and down in a continuous, hypnotic gesture.
She bit her bottom lip and arched her back pleading for more; more of his touch, more of his words, more of him.
“All of his life the prince had been taught that vampires, especially golden vampire princess’, were evil, soulless beings. Meeting her changed everything for him, because nothing that he had ever learned applied to her. She was truly unique when compared to others of her species. She had warmth and compassion and a wonderful sense of humor, but of all her traits the one he most admired was her enormous capacity for love.” He removed his fingers and replaced them with his hot mouth, holding her down with his hands on her soft stomach when she bucked against him. He nibbled and sucked at her, sweeping his tongue down her slit to thrust inside her. Licking up her copious juices, he purred his appreciation of her flavor, the vibrations from his mouth arcing straight to her aching clit.
He brought her to the edge, but refused to take her over. Instead he drew back and used his fingers to tease and taunt her once more, pinching and rolling her clit as he drove her insane with need. “He found himself wondering what it would be like to love her,” he said, his voice raw from holding his own desires in check. “And he wondered if she could ever bring herself to love him in return.”
Buffy was teetering on the edge of an abyss, her body so sensitized that it was almost frightening. She drew in a hissing breath when she felt his fingers parting her; laying her pulsing clit bare to him, every part of her tensed in anticipation. Just when she thought she couldn’t take another second, he struck; burying his face in her, trying to devour her.
She came instantly, harder than she ever had before, screaming out his name in joyful abandon. Laughing and crying when the orgasm didn’t stop; it merely eased the tiniest bit and slammed into her once more. When he finally gentled his ministrations and began to ease her down from the pinnacle, she was completely limp.
William lifted his head, wiping her juices from his face against the softness of her thighs. He crawled up her spent body, his blue eyes shining with a predatory gleam. Lifting one dimpled knee up over his hip, he slid smoothly inside her, sheathing himself to the root and moving with long, sure strokes.
Her green eyes flew wide open when he entered her and she threw back her head with a harsh moan as the pressure began to build within her once more. She raised her trembling legs to his back and pulled him even deeper, crying out as he hit her sweet spot. He braced up on his hands, locking his arms as he began to circle his hips against her, the motion providing dual stimulation of that highly sensitive place inside and her throbbing clit.
The ripple of her inner muscles signaling her release was William’s downfall. He dropped down on her, praying that he wasn’t crushing her with his weight as he rocked against her. He could feel his body tightening with each flutter of hers around him and knew he was close.
“Say it,” he hissed, gritting his teeth as he fought to hold out just a little longer. “God, baby…so close. Say it, Buffy!” He kissed her almost savagely then rested his hot forehead against hers as he glared down at her with storm-tossed blue eyes. “Tell me…what you feel…”
“I can’t, Will!” she cried out in panic, afraid to admit it; afraid of what he made her feel.
“You can…Tell me, baby. Please,” he groaned. His mouth found her mark, her sire’s bite that he had mutilated with his own blunt human teeth. He clamped down on it as he pistoned in and out of her.
His bite sent her over the edge and she began to jerk and spasm helplessly; clamping down on his cock with her tight muscles, her long, keening wail was music to his ears as her defenses finally crumbled.
“Love…you! God, Will…love you so much!” she cried before sinking her fangs deep into his neck.
The vise of her walls closing around him combined with her admission of love was enough to drive him over, falling hard and fast as he thrust into her one last time. The sting of her fangs sliding into his neck brought sensations even more intense and he roared as he spilled inside her quivering body.
After licking the blood from his mark on her, he lifted his head wearily. Caressing her face, he urged her to open her heavy eyes and look at him. “I love you, Buffy,” he whispered, kissing her with aching sweetness. “Love you so bloody much.”
Chapter Eleven
They slept for several hours and William woke up to find himself spooned around Buffy’s body, her curvy little backside pressed against him. She didn’t stir when he pulled his arm from around her to look at his watch. Half past eleven. He really should get up and go patrol, but it felt so good just lying with her. He buried his face in her fragrant hair and tried to will his body back to sleep.
The knock at the door brought Buffy to life like a kicked cobra. She crouched on her haunches staring wildly around her. Her eyes passed over him, but William didn’t think she really saw him.
“Buffy? Calm down, luv. Get your robe on and I’ll see who it is,” he whispered in a soothing voice. “C’mon, put your robe on.”
She finally seemed to snap out of her trance but there was still apprehension in her eyes as she took the garment he offered and slipped it on.
William found his jeans and stepped into them, buttoning them as he walked silently to the front door. An indistinct shadow loomed beyond the frosted glass. Quietly lifting the shade at the small window beside the door, he rolled his eyes. Xander stood on the porch, shifting nervously from one foot to the other.
Deciding he could wait a few more minutes, William went back to Buffy and wrapped his arms around her. “It’s Xander. Why don’t you go upstairs and get dressed while I see what he wants?”
Buffy nodded, biting her lip. “There’s something I need to tell you,” she fidgeted with the belt of her robe, avoiding his eyes. “We were in-“
Will stopped her words with a kiss. “I know what happened, luv. Don’t get yourself all worked up about it.”
“He told you?”
He shook his head. “Didn’t have to. The sewer tunnels aren’t one of Xander’s favorite places. There could only be one reason why he would be down there with you, and I know the feeling wasn’t mutual. You can tell me everything later. Right now, all you have to worry about is getting dressed,” he assured her. “Want to patrol with me after he leaves? We’ll find some not-so-nice demons for you to mess up.”
Her smile was blinding. “I’d love to!”
Watching her run up the stairs, he made his way back over to the door and swung it open, stepping back and motioning for Xander to enter.
Xander took in William’s half dressed appearance and mussed hair. It wasn’t hard to guess what he and Buffy had been up to. He was amazed at the change in the blonde’s behavior. The William he knew was usually nervous and edgy, almost hyperactive in his movements. This William was loose and relaxed; his every movement smooth and almost sensual, like a sleek golden cougar.
He wondered if he had looked this way when Anya Jenkins had ridden him into oblivion the other night. Who was he kidding? He hadn’t even been able to walk after she had finished with him.
Okay, ‘not-talking-William’ was making him nervous as hell. He was just about to open his mouth to break the uncomfortable silence when something made his nose explode and he found himself lying flat on his back on the carpet. He looked up at William through a haze of pain.
“I take it we understand each other, Xander?” William said simply as he stood there, his loosely clenched left fist held calmly at his side.
“Crystal clear,” Xander snuffled, sitting up and trying to staunch the flow of blood from his offended nose. He hadn’t even seen William’s arm move.
“She’s mine. Plain and simple. No stupid questions, no more innuendos, and no smart-assed comments. Mine. Touch her again, even look at her funny, and I won’t pull my punch or stop with your nose next time. I swear to God I will beat you to death.”
Xander gingerly probed his rapidly swelling appendage. He’d pulled that punch? Christ! He felt like every bit of bone in his nose had been crushed into powder.
“Good. Now that we’ve settled that; what are you doing here?” William busied himself picking up all the pillows and putting them back in their places.
“I’m worried about Willow,” Xander said. “I’m sure you’ve noticed…” he paused, squirming inwardly.
“The big crush thing she’s got going on? Yeah, kinda hard not to.”
He looked up as Buffy came bouncing down the stairs dressed in worn hip-hugger jeans, a pale pink baby-t with ‘Bite Me’ emblazoned in darker pink glitter across her breasts, and battered trainers on her feet. She caught sight of Xander sitting on the couch with a wad of Kleenex held to his bloodied nose and paused uncertainly on the third riser from the bottom, darting a quick look at William as she gnawed her bottom lip.
He realized her dilemma immediately. She had no idea how he wanted her to treat to him in front of his friends. William pulled his t-shirt over his head and tugged it down as he walked over to her. From her perch she stood slightly above him and his eyes were level with her breasts. Reading the slogan on her tiny t-shirt, he smirked at her and let his eyes rest briefly on his bite mark.
“That an invitation, luv?” he asked, his voice low and suggestive as he dragged one finger over the exposed tops of her breasts.
She shivered in reaction. “Open invitation for you, babe. Anytime, anywhere.”
Wrapping his arms around her thighs, he picked her up and turned in a lazy circle with her. Buffy twined her arms around his neck and kissed him hungrily. Without breaking the kiss, William let her slide down his body until her feet touched the floor.
Xander watched with mouth agape. He had to force himself to look elsewhere as the blond couple continued their impromptu make-out session. Although he wasn’t looking, he could still hear them. William’s ‘bloody hell” and Buffy’s answering giggle brought all kinds of wildly arousing pictures to mind. He quickly snatched up a cushion and dropped it in his lap, wincing as it brushed his bruised balls.
Finally breaking the kiss, William took hold of her hand to lead her over to a big leather armchair. Seating himself, he pulled her down on his lap. His hand immediately went to her hair to pull out the pink scrap of fabric that held it away from her face, allowing the thick mane of gold to fall down her back.
“Will,” she protested. “Give that back.”
He shook his head and kissed her again. “Nope. You can have it back when we leave.”
Xander judged it safe to look their way once more and turned back around. “Leave?” he asked. “Where are you going?”
“Patrolling.” William arched his scarred eyebrow. “Same as every other night.”
“Are you sure Buffy should go?” He held up his hands to ward off the dual glares he got from the pair. “I’m just saying that, since she can’t protect herself, it might be dangerous for both of you.” Not to mention Willow would have a conniption fit.
Buffy laughed at the irony of his concern, causing Xander to flush with embarrassment. “Oh, that’s right. You didn’t hang around to see the show, did you? Yours truly kicked Mr. Polgara’s ass without one flicker from the chip. I may not be able to touch humans, but I can break some demon skull.”
She was practically bouncing on William’s lap and he was smiling down at her. Xander felt a shudder of dread go through him.
No… Willow wasn’t going to like this development at all.
~@~@~
Her plans had been laid carefully, with nothing left to chance. It had been sheer torture to sit back and watch that little blond-headed imp of Satan twitch her ass under William’s nose, but she was patient and now, a week after her conversation with Riley Finn, her window of opportunity was wide open.
Willow smiled in triumph as Buffy came into view. She had been following the blond vamp all night, waiting for the perfect opportunity. She was hiding behind a crypt in the Crawford Street cemetery, just across the road from the mansion. The trap was set; all she had to do now was bait it.
Grabbing up a few handfuls of dirt, she smeared it onto her overalls and on her face, and then ran her fingers through her hair to muss it. She waited tensely until Buffy was climbing the steps to the mansion’s front porch before she ran across the street, yelling her name and waving her arms.
“Buffy!” she screamed. “You have to help us!”
Buffy whirled to face the red-head, dropping her bags on the porch as she took in the dirty face and disheveled hair. “What is it?” she asked as Willow skidded to a halt in front of her.
“It’s William. We were patrolling and ran into this huge demon. He’s hurt! Buffy, he needs you!” Willow cried.
Without hesitating for a second, Buffy took off after her. She didn’t question why the witch would come to her for help instead of William’s Watcher, all she heard was that William was hurt and needed help.
“Up there behind that crypt,” Willow panted. “I can’t look again; there was just so much blood!” She began to make retching noises as she sank to her knees beside a headstone.
Buffy flew heedlessly around the corner of the crypt and slammed into the khaki-covered chest of Riley Finn. Her eyes widened in horror as she leaped away from him, directly into the middle of a group of ten fully kitted-out Initiative soldiers.
She vamped instantly and growled, her glowing green eyes darting from one impassive face to the other as she frantically sought an escape route that wouldn’t leave her writhing on the ground in pain.
Willow’s soft laugh brought her head up. “Help, help, Buffy!” She laughed mockingly. “God, you’re such an idiot. I can’t believe you fell for it. And I didn’t even have to resort to using magic to fool you. Guess I’m a better actress than you thought, huh?”
Shaking off her demon, Buffy stared at her with anguished eyes. “Oh, God, Willow. You don’t realize what you’ve done,” she whispered.
“I know exactly what I’ve done. Did you think I would just sit idly by while William ruined his life with you? You’re an evil, blood-sucking monster! You’re beneath him,” Willow taunted. She turned to Finn. “I’ve held up my end of the bargain, now you do your part. I want her gone. Dusted.” She handed him a small paper sack. “And I want proof, so bring this back when you’re done.”
Riley slapped the bag out of her hand and grabbed her arm in a punishing grip. “You can watch everything we’re gonna do first hand. Dr. Walsh is gonna be thrilled. She always wanted to study a real, live witch.”
“What do you mean? Let me go!” Willow was horrified. She had never in her wildest dreams considered this would happen. She screamed, trying in vain to pull herself free. “We had a deal!”
Cursing as her sharp nails clawed at his arm, Riley backhanding her to the ground. Buffy growled savagely when he drew his leg back to kick the other girl and flung herself between them, gasping in pain as his heavy boot plowed into her stomach instead of it’s original target; Willow’s head. She silently cursed the naïve red-head. If it weren’t for her, she would take her chances and make an attempt to escape, pain or no pain.
“Aww, ain’t it cute, guys? The Slayer’s hot little pet vamp is protecting her Judas,” Finn chuckled. Reaching down, he grabbed a handful of Buffy’s long hair and dragged her away from the witch, relishing her cries of pain.
Willow struggled to her feet, her lips already forming the words of a shielding incantation, when one of the soldiers hit her with his tazer. Her slight body fell to the ground, jerking from the electric shocks that ran through it.
“Willow!” Buffy screamed. She rounded on Finn. “You’ve got me, let her go!” she pleaded.
He gave her a slimy grin, stepping so close that his body rubbed against hers. “Yeah, baby, I’ve got you. And I plan on using you to make my whole body feel good. I’m sure Willie the Wuss won’t mind sharing.” He ran a finger over her breast. “I did break you in for him, after all.”
Buffy shuddered in disgust at his touch and shrank away, her demon flashing in and out as she struggled for control. Enraged by her repelled expression, Finn punched her in the face. Blood flew from her nose, splattering across the side of the crypt before she lost consciousness and collapsed onto the dew-slick grass.
“Gather them up, boys,” Finn ordered. “I want that witch gagged. Hard telling what she could do to us if she started chanting her mojo. And full restraints on my girl, there. The man that lets her get away will be one dead soldier, got it?”
~*~*~
William was at the Magic Box looking over Buffy’s drawings of the Initiative Labs when he suddenly cried out and slapped a hand over his neck. “Bloody hell!”
Joyce stared at him. “William, what on earth…”
He leapt to his feet and began pacing nervously. “Something is wrong. Something…It’s Buffy. Something is wrong with Buffy.”
Stepping in front of him, Joyce slammed her hand against his chest to stop him in his tracks. “And just how do you know that Buffy is in trouble?” she asked. Her eyes narrowed with suspicion as she stared at his neck. She reached out quickly and dragged down the collar of his t-shirt, her mouth dropping open in shock as the small scars were revealed.
“You let her Claim you?” she breathed, clearly stunned. “You’re…mated?”
William flushed angrily. “I don’t need a bloody lecture from you about it, Joyce. I wanted it and it’s done. Leave it. I need to go find her.”
Pushing past her, he grabbed his duster from the back of his chair and swung it on as he stalked towards the door. “If Xander and Willow come by, could you have them meet me at the mansion?” he called over his shoulder.
“Why don’t I take my car and go find them? It’ll save time.” She was beside him, car keys in hand, meeting his surprised expression with a rueful smile. “Don’t think I’ll forget about the Claim issue. After we find her, you and I are going to have a serious talk.”
Chapter Twelve
Willow had woken up in Hell and she had no one to blame for her predicament but herself.
It should have been so easy. Lure Buffy into the clearing and then stand back and let Riley Finn and his band of merry men take it from there. Buffy would be gone forever, leaving Willow to comfort the broken-hearted Slayer. In her fantasies, he always realized that she had been the perfect one for him all along and they lived happily ever after.
But no. She’d given in to the urge to gloat. To torment Buffy with the fact that she had been bested by the one person she never would have suspected of treachery.
If you want to dine with the Devil, bring a long spoon.
The old saying ran through her head. She hadn’t sat down with Satan, but Riley Finn came in a close second.
Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes and trickled their way down onto the cot beneath her. Willow couldn’t remember ever being so afraid. She had never realized just how much she had counted on her friendship with the Slayer to protect her from the darker side of Sunnydale.
At first, she had stubbornly clung to the hope that William and Xander would come rushing to their rescue, but that hope was fading with each hour of confinement that passed. How could they be saved when no one knew where they were? She hadn’t confided any of her plans to anyone. The betrayal of Buffy had been her idea: an idea sparked by the sight of Riley Finn having coffee at the Espresso Pump.
She had plenty of time between whatever experiments Dr. Hiroto happened to dream up to contemplate her monstrous errors in judgment. Joining forces with Finn had been a monumental mistake; believing that she could do so without fear of duplicity had been the height of stupidity.
Wearily, she pulled herself up to sit on the edge of the cot and rested her head in her hands. Instead of running through silky red hair, her fingers touched her bare scalp. Fresh tears flooded her eyes as she recalled the look on Riley Finn’s face while Hiroto had shaved her hair off. She now looked like a bad clone of Demi Moore in that G.I. Jane movie.
Riley Finn was one of those people that reveled in inflicting pain and torment on those he felt weak or inferior to him. He wielded a huge amount of power within this small organization and he never hesitated to use it. Why had she never sensed that his wholesome, country boy demeanor masked a soul as black as obsidian?
Lifting her head, she looked across the aisle into Buffy's empty cell. She wondered again where they took the tiny blonde each time they came for her. A shudder wracked her body as Willow thought of the bruised and bloodied nude form that had lain on the floor of the other cell all night. Not a flutter of movement had disturbed the pale gold body no matter how loudly Willow had called out to her.
This morning Buffy had roused a bit before they came for her again. She had taken one look at Willow’s sad, bald head and began to cry. “Oh, Willow…your beautiful hair,” she had cried weakly. When the same guards came for her, those sad hazel eyes had clashed briefly with hers. The Wicca had felt her stomach churn at their completely defeated expression. If they could reduce a strong-willed creature like Buffy to such depths, what would become of her?
The sound of approaching footsteps had her curling back up on her cot. When they stopped in front of her cell she looked up and began to shake when Riley smiled at her from that innocent cherubs face. The doors swept open and he stepped inside, his ever present tazer in hand.
"Do I need to zap you again, or will you come willingly?" he asked.
Since her legs, back, and bottom were littered with burn marks from the tazer already, she mutely shook her head and held her hands out willingly for the plastic restraints. Once they were on, he led her from the cell and out of the Pit.
The hallway he pushed her down next was dark and had grey doors every few feet on both sides. Muffled cries came from behind several; cries of pain that chilled her bones. Another soldier stood outside of one and he saluted Riley when they approached him.
"Present and accounted for, sir," he said snappily.
"Any trouble?" Riley asked.
The Riley-clone rolled his eyes and rubbed a spreading bruise on his jaw. "Bastard’s got a mean left hook. He got in one good hit before I could zap him, but he should be coming around by now."
Riley chuckled and swiped a card through the lock. When the door slid open, he grabbed Willow's arm and shoved her into the darkness that was revealed. She fell hard on her bound arms with a cry of mingled pain and fear and lay there, crying brokenly as the door slammed and left her in total darkness.
Maggie Walsh waited patiently for Riley to make his way to the surveillance room. Her cold eyes never wavered from the monitor in front of her. Although the room was still cloaked in darkness, the enhanced night vision features of the hidden camera plainly revealed the two figures trapped inside.
The witch had turned out to be quite a disappointment. None of Hiroto’s tests had unearthed anything to support his claim that she harbored incredible power within her small frame. Maggie was convinced that she was what she claimed to be; a college freshman that dabbled in white magic. Her stubborn refusal to answer any questions about William Giles intrigued Maggie far more than any supernatural abilities that Willow Rosenburg might possess.
Agent Finn’s revelation of Giles’ claim to being the Slayer had caused quite a stir among the upper echelon of the Initiative, especially Maggie herself. She had studied the young man surreptitiously as he napped his way through her freshman psych lectures, unable to reconcile the mythical legend of the Vampire Slayer with the shy, soft-spoken student.
She dismissed all thoughts of the Slayer when the monitor showed that Hostile 18 had rolled to his feet and was pacing around Rosenburg’s prone form. The male vampire had caught her interest from the first day. He had been bagged and brought in shortly after Buffy Summers, and although he wasn’t of the Aurelius line, Maggie had toyed with the idea of putting the two of them together. It would have proven interesting to watch them interact. The subject had come up since her recapture, but since Riley refused to share the female, she had decided to get some use out of the Wicca.
Riley marched through the door with his customary shit-eating grin firmly in place. “Everything is in order, Dr. Walsh.”
“Excellent. How long were you able to withhold blood from Hostile 18?”
“Six days today. You realize that he will probably kill her?”
“I’m aware of that. Sacrifices must be made for higher learning, don’t you agree, Agent Finn?” Maggie stepped close to him and ran her hand down his chest to his groin for a quick squeeze.
He groaned and thrust into her palm. “Absolutely, Dr. Walsh.”
Together they turned to face the monitor and enjoy the show.
~@~@~
"Those dirty fuckin' bastards."
The voice was calm yet deadly, the underlying thread of menace causing Willow to shy away from its vehemence and huddle against the door. Her eyes darted wildly around, trying to penetrate the cocoon of darkness. Something brushed past her, dragging a ragged scream from her dry throat.
"No need for that darlin', I’m just lookin' for a light switch," said the disembodied voice.
She heard a faint click and the bare bulb on the ceiling glared to life. Momentarily blinded, she hid her face in her up drawn knees.
"You're human."
Hearing soft footsteps moving towards her, she flinched closer to the door. A feather light touch brushed the top of her bare head, but Willow refused to lift her head. Her only coherent thought was of the bloody cuts and bruises that painted Buffy’s skin whenever she was brought back to her cell.
“What’s your name, sugar?” A hand ghosted down the back of her neck and over the back scratchy shift she wore in a gesture reminiscent of someone gentling a panicky animal. The movement was repeated several times before she lifted her head enough to allow one eye to peek out at him. The only sound in the room as her eyes met his was her ragged breathing.
Eyes of pure El Dorado gold framed with lush, black lashes stared back at her. She found herself transfixed by their beauty. The rest of him was just as gorgeous, she discovered. Curly hair as black as a crow’s wing framed a face of such singular beauty that it was comparable to one of Botticelli’s angel’s. He looked to be of average height with a compact, muscular build similar to William’s.
“Hey, aren’t you the Slayer’s lil witchy friend?” Those odd, cat-like eyes swept from the top of her shaven head to the tips of her dirty toes. He suddenly snapped his fingers and pointed at her. “Willow…your name is Willow, right?”
She cast her eyes down self-consciously and nodded. “Willow Rosenburg,” she whispered.
“My name’s Trey Mathis. What the hell did they do to you?”
His hand brushed against hers in a sympathetic gesture and that’s when she became aware of the lack of warmth in his touch. Her eyes flashed up to his face, taking in the preternatural paleness of his complexion and the total lack of breathing. She almost knocked him over in her haste to get across the room from him.
A sad smile crooked his mouth as he rose gracefully to his feet. “Guess my secret’s out, huh? Damn. I was hopin’ to at least get your phone number first,” he joked, his southern drawl more pronounced as he leaned back against the door and shoved his hands into his pockets.
“You’re a- a vampire,” Willow stammered, her eyes unwillingly drawn to his bare chest.
Trey’s expression of amusement intensified. “Smart lil trick, ain’t ya? I can see why the Slayer keeps you around.”
A loud, scratchy whine cut off her reply and they both clapped their hands over their ears in protest as they stared at the speaker mounted near the ceiling.
“Cut the bullshit, Rhett Butler. Your orders are to fuck her, not make friends with her.”
It was easy to recognize Riley Finn’s voice and his vicious words brought a cry of despair to Willow’s lips. Oh God! She thought. Not this. Not by a vampire. Even if he did look like a Gap model, the fact remained that he was an evil, soulless being. She pressed herself back against the wall and stared at him with huge, panicked eyes.
A thundering growl ripped from Trey’s throat as he glared up at the speaker. “And I told you to kiss my lily-white ass! I don’t take orders from you, you dumb shit-kicker!”
The words were no sooner out of his mouth than he was writhing on the floor, clutching his head and roaring in pain. Riley’s cruel laughter rang from the speaker.
“Feel that, Johnny-reb? Every time you piss me off, I got a little switch here that’ll make you see things MY way, courtesy of that piece of hardware we planted in your brain.”
Willow watched as the vampire boosted himself up on one elbow. The pain had caused him to shift into his demonic visage and she was startled to see that it was just as attractive as his human guise.
“Fuck off!” Trey snarled at the ceiling.
Another jolt of electric current arced through him, this one lasting twice as long and leaving him with a trail of blood streaming from his nose.
“I can do this all day, the choice is yours,” the voice said with an evil chuckle.
“You can—“
She was on her knees beside him before he could finish the insult. “Please, just do it! Just get it over with and he’ll stop.”
Trey looked at her, aghast, his eyes filled with pain as more blood spilled down his face. “I’m not gonna force myself on you just so G.I. Joe can get his rocks off while him and God knows how many others are listenin’ in. I’ll dust first!” he spat.
“Does it have to be force?” Willow couldn’t believe she was even contemplating the possibility of having any kind of sexual relations with a vampire. Not only that, but she was trying to talk him into it. Could her life become any more surreal?
He shook his head. “He said fuck, not rape, but since you aren’t willin’, that’s exactly what it is. Rape.”
Riley must have hit the switch again because he bowed up from the floor with another bellow of agony.
“Oh God.” Willow was sobbing when he stilled once more. “Please, I can’t stand to see him do this to you!” she cried desperately.
“Willow, you don’t understand!” he insisted, his voice an intense whisper. He tried to move away from her in spite of his obvious weakness. “I ain’t had a drop of blood in over a week. If we do this I don’t know if I can keep my demon from takin’ control and drainin’ you dry.”
His reasoning amazed her, forcing her to rethink every previous conception of what vampires were like. In truth, he reminded her of Buffy. Maybe the little blond vamp wasn’t as unique as they had thought. Maybe it WAS possible for some vampires to experience more tender emotions?
So many confused thoughts and conflicting emotions were making her head hurt as badly as his must. She decided to take matters into her own hands. Well, as soon as she got her hands free she would.
She gave him her back and revealed her bound hands. “Can you bite through these?” she asked.
They cuffs were made of tough plastic, but they were no match for those razor sharp fangs. She felt a shudder of fear race through her at the ease with which they sliced through, but it was quickly overshadowed by the immense relief she felt as her hands fell free. Rubbing the pins and needles from her muscles, she turned to face Trey once more, a calculating gleam in her green eyes as she watched him shake off his demon.
Before he could blink she was on him, her lips seeking his in a frantic kiss and her slight weight rubbing against him.
Trey brought his hands up to push her away but she clung to him tenaciously, forcing her tongue past his lips to duel with his. God, she’s so WARM, he thought. So warm and oh, sweet Jesus, all that writhing around on top of him was making him hard enough to drill for diamonds. Instead of pushing her off, his hands clenched on her hips and hauled her harder against him.
Willow had pictured herself as a modern day Joan of Arc, sacrificing herself to keep another being from being hurt, even if said being was a vampire. All she wanted to do was get this distasteful experiment over with and go back to her cold cell. Only…this wasn’t distasteful at all. These were some of the most exciting sensations she had ever felt.
The sudden, sharp tang of her arousal assailed his sensitive nose, inciting him to deepen the kiss as a soft purr vibrated through his chest. A small squeak of surprise escaped her as he rolled, pinning her beneath him. The thin cotton of her panties was an insignificant barrier as he ground his denim-covered erection into her cleft. One hand left her hip to skim over her quivering stomach and down between her legs, sliding beneath the material to work unbearable magic between her slick folds.
She arched against his hand with a mewl of delight, her own hands finding the fastenings of his jeans and ripping them open. Shoving them down over his hips, she took him in a firm grip and guided him towards her entrance.
The sound of rending fabric was loud in the room, followed by Willow’s gasping sigh and Trey’s ragged groan, muffled against each other’s mouths as he slid inside her scalding heat.
Her nails dug into the tight muscles of his bottom as she matched him thrust for thrust, her inner walls already contracting with the beginnings of her orgasm. She shivered as his mouth left hers and trailed down her throat, licking and biting a path along her jugular. There was no room for fear or misgivings, only the swirling vortex of dark desire that swelled within her as she felt the ridges on his forehead brush against the soft skin of her neck.
A growl of satisfaction rumbled in his throat as she tilted her head, baring her throat to him. Looking into her slumberous green eyes, he saw acceptance, reassurance, and…trust. The last humbled him beyond measure and gave him the strength he needed to control his demons screaming bloodlust. Slowly, almost reverently, Trey bent his head and sank his fangs into the pale, unblemished skin.
The slight sting as he bit down was eclipsed by such mind-numbing pleasure that she thought for a moment that she was going to black out. Her climax swept over her, tearing a breathless scream from her lips.
His answering roar of release was smothered against her flesh. The sensation of his cum filling her as his mouth pulled her essence from her was divine; every tug at the bite sending her spiraling into another orgasm until she was crying from the intensity of it.
Trey fell weakly against her as he carefully withdrew his fangs and sealed the wounds with his tongue. “I’m sorry if I hurt ya, darlin’,” he murmured, dropping a kiss on her shoulder before lifting his head to meet her eyes.
Her only reply was a sated smile as she curled against his chest, drifting off to sleep as she listened to the soothing vibration of his purring.
**Warning!!**
The second half of Chapter Thirteen is quite gruesomely graphic and contains torture, mutilation, and character death. You have been warned.
Chapter Thirteen
He was beyond frustrated.
Three hours in the wilderness with Xander Harris tended to do that to a person.
“Is that a snake?”
“It’s a vine, you git. Get off me!”
“You know what likes canyons like this? Cougars. Cougars just love to lie on ledges and be all…cougar-y.”
“D’you see any cougars, Xand? Trust me, if there were cougars, your girlish shrieks over that herd of rabid chipmunks scared them away.”
“What was that? What was that noise? Oh God, it’s a coyote, I just know it! A big, ugly coyote with a Xander-craving stomach.”
“There are no bloody coyotes out here, Xander. They all moved to the suburbs so they could be closer to LA.”
A few minutes of precious silence, and then, “Do deer bite?”
William skidded to a halt and turned on his friend, struggling to control his rising blood pressure. “Harris, so help me GOD, if you don’t stop bein’ such a fuckin’ pansy-arse about this, I’ll roll you in chocolate, tie you to a tree, and let Bambi lick you to death!”
Xander gave him a wounded look. “Jeez, Will. I can’t help it if I’ve never been out of the city before. The only thing I know about nature is from what I’ve seen on Animal Planet. And that trip to the zoo.”
“Before you even ask, there are no hyenas within a ten thousand mile radius. Now please, don’t make me kill you and blame it on the wild dingoes.”
Tootsie-Roll brown eyes flew wide. “There are dingoes?”
Seconds before William’s hands could tighten around Xander’s neck, a voice of utter calm and reason spoke from behind them, “Yeah, Xander. Remember? ‘The dingoes ate my baby’?”
“Oz!”
The smaller man suffered through Xander’s suffocating hug and offered his hand to Will. “So much for hiding away to get in touch with my inner werewolf. How did you find me? Slayer dream?”
William grinned. “Nah. Post office stamp from the last letter you sent Willow.”
Oz shook his head and grinned, motioning for them to follow him down a narrow path that cut through the canyon wall. “Mind the bats,” he cautioned.
“Bats?!”
Xander was a blur as he swept past them, waving his arms frantically over his head.
“There’s a low-hanging branch at the end of the path. Ten bucks says he knocks himself out.”
“You’re on.”
They ambled along, waiting patiently. Presently they heard a sickening thud and the crash of Xander’s body falling into the brush. Without a word, William reached for his wallet and laid a crisp bill in the werewolf’s hand.
“Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it. The silence is worth far more than a ten-spot.”
As they passed the unconscious brunette, each reached down and grabbed a leg to drag him the short distance to Oz’s tiny cabin. After settling him on the couch with a frozen bag of tater tots over his bruised forehead, they hunkered down at the rickety kitchen table.
“So, what brings the two of you out here to the back of beyond?” Oz asked, offering a beer.
Accepting gratefully, William downed half of it in one gulp. “I came to ask for your help. I’m still not sure why he had to tag along,” he said, motioning with his bottle at the unconsciousness that was Xander.
“Comic relief?” Oz deadpanned.
William snorted with silent laughter and scrubbed at his tired face with both hands. His entire body felt numb with weariness, but still he continued to push himself.
“Jeez, Will. When was the last time you slept?”
“For longer than an hour? Nine days ago.” He held up a restraining hand as Oz started to speak. “Let me start from the beginning.”
He told him, sparing no details as he related all that had transpired since Willow’s botched ‘will-it-so’ spell. Oz had the grace to look guilty over that tidbit of information, but shook his head sadly.
“We talked about her dabbling in magic. I told her it would end up causing trouble for her or those close to her.”
William nodded his agreement and continued, telling his friend of his own break-up with Harmony, Willow’s crush, and his more recent relationship with Buffy.
“You? And Buffy?” Oz grinned. “Sweet! Always knew there was more than the desire to kill between the two of you.” He tapped the tip of his snub nose. “It never lies,” he insisted with a wink.
“Now comes the part where I need your help. Actually, Buffy and Willow need your help. A little over a week ago they both disappeared. Just vanished into thin air. Xander and I found signs of a struggle in the cemetery off of Crawford Street. Buffy’s blood was all over the place, and we found one of Willow’s shoes. We also found this.”
He pulled the black Balaclava from his pocket, gratified when Oz shrank back from it with an almost feral snarl.
“Riley Finn.”
William nodded, his face carefully expressionless. “The Initiative. They have them both. Have had them for nine days now.”
“I hate to point out the obvious here, but why haven’t you used the claim?” Oz gestured with his head to indicate the scars visible on William’s neck.
Rubbing the marks, a bitter laugh escaped him. “Don’t think I haven’t tried. She’s closed me out. Only thing I can think of is that she’s trying to protect me from them. We know who’s in charge and Buffy drew a map of the general layout, but finding the actual entrance to the place has been a problem. We tried following Professor Walsh, but somehow she manages to slip past us every time.”
“Professor Walsh? Psychology Professor Walsh?”
“The same. She heads up the whole thing according to Buffy. And Finn is the little GI Joe in charge of her goon squad. He’s the one that tortured Buffy when she was in the first time. God, the things he did to her. When I think of what he might be doing to her now…”
The raw pain in the blonde’s expression brought a commiserating squeeze on the shoulder from the werewolf. William tried to force a smile but it died on his lips. Any form of levity seemed sacrilegious while Buffy and Willow were obviously suffering.
“That’s why I came to you. You said it yourself…” He mimicked Oz’s earlier gesture and tapped the end of his nose. “It never lies. You know Willow’s scent. Hopefully there is still something lingering even after all this time.”
Oz focused his attention on peeling the label from his beer bottle. He was quiet for so long that William felt a stir of fear that his pleas would be ignored. Finally, the smaller man lifted pain-filled eyes. “I’ll help. Even if I can’t be with Willow, I still love her. Maybe this is my chance to make up for some of the pain I caused her by leaving.”
William’s heartfelt thanks were drowned out by an overly dramatic groan of pain from the couch, followed by a resounding crash as Xander fell to the floor in a tangle of wildly flailing arms and legs. He flopped back and cradled his head in his hands.
“Will? Oz? Oh God, my head.”
“I suppose a convenient case of incurable amnesia was just too much to hope for,” William sighed.
~@~@~
Buffy lay completely still, childishly hoping that if she didn’t move, he would go away. He never did, of course. He was always right at the edge of her consciousness. Taunting. Tormenting. Hurting.
She didn’t know which was worse; the times when he took great pleasure in violating her body, or when he spent hours dreaming up new methods of torture that made her scream in agony.
Today he was more interested in torture than rape.
Cuts that barely had time to heal. Broken bones that never really mended. Burns that were seared over and over again into her soft, pale flesh.
And the bloodlust that raged continually through her.
It was getting harder and harder to distance her mind from the pain and degradation he inflicted on her; harder yet to resist the urge to open the claim and reach out to William. Every time her demon clamored forth, demanding she open the claim and seek the protection of her mate, she ruthlessly pushed it back. She was determined to get herself and Willow out of this mess without endangering William in any way.
“Wakey wakey, my little vampire,” Riley singsonged, running his hand up the inside of her naked thigh.
She flinched away from his touch, tugging at the straps that bound her spread legs to the table. A small sound of disgust burned from her dry throat as the hand continued to trail up her belly and breasts before tickling her under the chin. She growled and snapped viciously at his fingers before falling back with a whimper of pain.
“Tsk tsk! Why do you do that when you know all you’re gonna get is a big bad headache?” he chuckled.
“Why am I not surprised to learn that you were actually paying attention during the lectures on torture?” Maggie Walsh smiled fondly as she watched him working the tiny blond over.
He spared her a gleeful smile. “I slept through those stupid lectures. This is raw talent at work.”
“Are you still withholding blood?”
Riley nodded, flipping his fingers against the stake that he had imbedded less than an inch from Buffy’s heart, causing it to wiggle perilously. Rapidly growing bored with this diversion; he carelessly yanked it out and flung it away, smiling as she tried to smother her agonized shriek.
Maggie grimaced. Even as hardened as she was, the condition of the female vampire sickened her. Agent Finn had outdone himself. There wasn’t an inch of her that didn’t have some sort of damage. Except for her face. He never touched her face.
“I need to make an appearance on campus, but we have a meeting in two hours to discuss our plans for you. I can’t stress enough how important this is, so please make sure you’re on time,” she ordered, her usual clipped tone showing none of the revulsion she felt as she watched him trail his fingers through the blood on the Hostiles chest.
“I’ll be there!” Riley yelled impatiently. “Now, will you please go? It’s not any fun once she passes out.”
His unexpected rages and surges of supernatural strength were becoming even more unstable, Maggie noted mentally. She hurried from the room, deciding that it wouldn’t hurt to look into how much of the demon serum he was injecting himself with. She hated the uneasy feeling she had that things were escalating out of her control.
Riley heard the scurry of her footsteps and subsequent slam of the door, and rolled his eyes theatrically. Stupid woman was either prattling on about something or trying to get him to fuck her. As if he would prefer her over this pretty little doll.
Peeling off his clothing, he left it scattered carelessly across the floor. He boosted himself up on the table and crawled up her small, battered body, making sure he rubbed every bit of her naked skin with his.
A constant, whining growl rolled from her throat at his touch. She hadn’t slipped out of her demon’s visage for several days and she never spoke a word, no matter what he did to her. The only sounds she made were the purely animalistic growls, grunts, and snarls of her demon.
He continued to rub against her, slipping easily between her bound legs and grinding himself into her. He laughed at her as she struggled futilely against him.
“Ah-ah-ah,” he chided. “Remember what I told you? Fight me and your little friend dies.”
Buffy turned her head from the rush of his fetid breath on her face, tears of misery and pain and rage rolling down her temples into her tangled hair.
“I kinda get the impression that she likes it here, though. At least she did last night. Seems she has a little ‘Night of the Living Dead’ fetish like your Slayer friend,” Riley chuckled.
In spite of her resolve to show no reaction to his barbs, her eyes flashed with an expression of disbelief.
“Oh, I’m sorry, didn’t I tell you? We put her in with a vamp last night. She was all over him; especially when he bit her. They were still going at it when I left,” he said, running his tongue over her chest and leaving a slimy trail of saliva.
“Hopefully, she’ll enjoy what Dr. Walsh has planned for her tonight. I know I’ll be sorry to miss it, but I gotta go out and bag myself a Vampire Slayer tonight. Can’t wait to see what kind of tests Maggie has lined up for him. She can be even more inventive than me.”
Riley was too busy gloating to realize that by threatening the Slayer, he had just signed his death warrant. He never noticed the drastic change in Buffy’s demeanor as she allowed the cold, calculating demon to take over.
It’s about fucking time! It rejoiced gleefully.
Don’t blow this. We only have one VERY slim chance to make this work, Buffy chided.
Don’t worry about me, Elizabeth, the demon spat out. I know exactly what I need to do to protect OUR mate. Now, sit back, shut up, and watch what a master can do.
“You’re really going to take out the Slayer?” her voice was raspy from disuse, but the anticipatory inflection was unmistakable. She shook off her demon and arched her body into his. “Mmm, I can’t tell you how happy that makes me.”
His head shot up and the dumbfounded expression he wore was almost comical. “Huh?”
“I’ve been trying for years to kill that bastard. I almost had him before you idiots chipped me.”
“You want him dead? I thought he was your boyfriend or something like that,” Riley sputtered.
“That was all an act, you dumbass. Hello? I couldn’t best him in a fight even before the chip. No, I’ve discovered that force won’t get it done. I had to work from the inside. To kill this guy, I had to pretend to love him.”
She squeezed her thighs around him, almost laughing at his lustful moans. His ego was so enormous that it never occurred to him that she might be faking. Lifting her head, she ran her tongue around his ear and bit the lobe hard.
“If you think my leg muscles are amazing, imagine what I can do with my mouth,” she purred.
For obvious fangy reasons, this was something he hadn’t dared to attempt, but the erotic image of her kneeling in subjugation at his feet while she worshipped him with her lips and tongue was almost enough to make him come on the spot. He practically jumped off of her and began to tear at the straps that held her down, cursing his clumsiness when they didn’t loosen fast enough.
When the last strap fell free, Buffy sat up and allowed her slumberous eyes to sweep him from head to toe. Her small pink tongue slid out to wet her lips as she looked pointedly at his groin.
“Well, come on. What’re you waiting for?” Finn urged.
Buffy laid the back of one wrist delicately to her forehead and wavered slightly. “I’m just so weak and hungry. I…I don’t know if I have the strength.”
What the hell? This is NOT a good idea! Buffy cried.
Back off, blondie, I know what I’m doing! the demon hissed.
You’re pushing too hard. There’s no way he’s gonna…
“Can I trust you to drink from me?” he asked, unable to mask his eagerness. “It’ll take a while for them to bring anything and I don’t want to wait.”
Well, I’ll be damned!
“Of course you can.” She smiled sweetly as she took hold of his arm and turned it, baring the inner crease of his elbow. “It’s the least I can do since you’re taking care of my little Slayer problem. Close your eyes,” she ordered, running her tongue over his skin.
He obediently slammed his eyes shut, a goofy grin plastered on his face.
Men! Buffy thought scornfully as she shifted back into game face and bared her fangs. Always so predictable.
The chip didn’t even give a warning twinge as she bit down and took what he offered freely. He grimaced, an expression of complete ecstasy on his face as he began to thrust his hips in time with each pull she took of his blood.
She reached down and took him in hand, pumping and squeezing him hard as she withdrew her fangs and melted back into her human features. He made as if to kiss her and she quickly dodged him and dropped to her knees in front of him.
Forcing herself not to gag, she took him in her mouth. Mercifully, it didn’t take long for him to begin jerking in the throes of his orgasm. Buffy waited until she tasted the first drops on her tongue before she struck.
Sliding her mouth to the root of his penis, she vamped and bit down savagely, his agonized shrieks feeding the demon inside her. The chip was firing like mad and blood poured from her nose to mix with his, but she clamped down and shook her head like a terrier with a rat, shredding his flesh with her sharp teeth.
Riley fell backwards and sprawled on the floor. Blood flew and his hands batted weakly at her head as he tried to dislodge her. Following him down, Buffy finally released what was left of him, pausing for a moment to admire the destruction her fangs had wrought. Finn’s eyes were frantic as he stared up at the maniacal, blood-drenched grin of his executioner.
“Bet that stings, huh?” Buffy drawled, tilting her head to study his weakly panting form. “Funny how something that small can hurt so much, huh? But don’t worry; it won’t hurt for much longer. I should let you live the rest of your miserable existence with a pureed dick, but something tells me it still wouldn’t be enough to make you leave me and mine alone. I’m not going to spend another second being afraid of you, Finn.”
She leaned over him, ignoring his fading protests as she sank her fangs into his femoral artery. It didn’t take long to drain him since she had taken so much from his arm earlier. In spite of the blinding pain in her head, she smiled in satisfaction as his heart came to a stop.
Now that it was over, she wanted to collapse on the floor and give in to the pain, but she knew she had to hurry and get out before someone came to check on Finn. Snatching up his t-shirt and boxers, she yanked them on before shoving the table into the corner under the air vent. In seconds she was up in the ducts and working her way in the direction of the containment cells, her already healing body thrumming with energy from Riley Finn’s genetically enhanced blood.
To be continued
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