Dark Destinies
~Chapter One~
AN: This is in response to challenge #92 at Bloodshedverse. Rated NC-17 for smutty goodness. Oh, and just letting you know, that I may hint at some m/m stuff... but there won't be any graphic sex scenes, so don't run off when you see the hint of it to come, cause it'll remain only hints...
Challenge 92
In the episode with Dracula, he turns Buffy. Buffy doesn't want to be with Drac but, she can't get away. When Buffy doesn't come back the Scoobies go searching for her (with Spike's help, of course). They split up and Spike finds her first and helps her get away!
Must haves:
* Bitey-ness
* SPUFFY
* NO DAWN!!!!!!!!!(unless you can work her in well)
* Angel coming to town and getting humiliated!
Buffy left the cemetery after a very weird encounter with Dracula, reassuring Willow and Xander that she was fine. They would tell Giles about Dracula in the morning, she had wanted to get home though and shake the heebie-jeebies she was feeling. She ducked inside the dark house with a frown as she thought to herself, this had to be a new one. Dracula. Sometimes her life was just too corny for even television. Next she was going to run into Lestat. Or Jean-Claude. She would so stake herself if that came next.
She peeled off her clothes and tossed them aside before sliding into bed with a groan. She shrugged as she realized she had never really met a French vampire like the big Hollywood stereotype. She had an overabundance of the snarky British kind that was a punk rocker wannabe, but none of the romantic, smooth talking French kind. Would be a very refreshing change, she thought to herself with a snort.
*****
Across town, Xander was heading home after being a gentleman and walking Willow to her place. She went to cut across the cemetery again. It wasn't the brightest move of his life, but then, who had ever accused the slayer sidekick of being bright. Maybe being the best friend of the slayer had given him a bit of bravado where the demons and other bump-in-the-night creatures were concerned.
He tripped over a broken headstone and popped back up, glancing around to see if anyone saw his act of clumsiness. He chuckled with a small smirk, who was going to see him here. Well, anyone who's opinion he valued. He brushed himself off and turned to continue, but walked right into well-dressed chest. He glanced up slowly into the emotionless face of Dracula.
"Ah!" Xander gave a surprised cry and jumped back, striking a fighting pose. "Will you knock it off with the poofing. Walk up to a person like a real man."
Silence greeted him from the vampire and Xander tilted his head. "Though with that long hair, its a bit questionable. No barbers in Transylvania? Maybe you ate them all?"
Dracula kept looking at him with a blank face.
"You don't look that big and bad," Xander glanced him over and then curled his fingers towards Dracula. "I could take you, mano a vampo. C'mon."
The ancient vampire visibly rolled his eyes finally and waved a hand, "Silence."
"Yes, master," came Xander's quick reply before he frowned in confusion. "Wait wait! No! Stop with the magicky crap, you are so not-"
There was another eye roll and hand wave, Xander going under his thrall immediately and standing there silent. His eyes riveted to the master vampire in adoration.
"You will be my servant. You will walk for me in the daytime. You will be at my beck and call," he stepped closer to Xander, eyes flaring blue as he smirked slightly. "Serve me well and you will be rewarded greatly."
"Rewarded?"
"I will make you immortal, a child of darkness like me." His pale hand slid down over the front of Xander's jeans and cupped him, "Not to mention, I can make your service under me most pleasurable for us both. Sometimes I get bored of my brides and want something new."
Xander's eyes went wide and indignant for a moment, before they closed. He moaned softly as the cool hand started to caress him through the rough fabric of his jeans, pressing himself shamelessly into the hand. "Yes, master, I will serve and do my best to please you."
A cold smile curved the vampire's mouth. "Good," he squeezed before releasing his newest pet. "Now go, keep an eye on the slayer. I have plans for her. Big plans."
"But master, why do you need her if you have me?" Xander whined slightly, pouting at the loss of his master's touch. His hips rocked forward slightly.
Dracula slapped him on the groin and Xander jerked in pain. "You will do as I instruct you. Now go before I find a more worthy servant."
"Yes, master." Xander bowed repeatedly as he back away then straightened when the master vampire disappeared in a puff of smoke. He looked around, bereft, before turning to hurry home.
*****
Buffy tossed and turned in her bed at home as troubling dreams wracked her mind. They were filled with a certain tall, dark, and handsome vampire. Not Angel. She was laid out nude on a large bed in a castle, the room decorated lavishly. She started to sit up, get up and go find a way out of there but then her limbs suddenly felt heavy and she sank back again.
Dracula appeared at the end of the bed, pale muscles flexing in all their nude glory as he crawled up the bed towards her. His eyes were burning darkly with lust and hunger. The eyes burned into her and mesmerized her. A shudder went down her spine as she watched him getting closer and closer, his hand skimming up her bare legs as he crawled up over her. His cool hand paused to nudge her knees apart and then skim up her inner thigh to her most private area.
Her green eyes flew wide at the invasion and she gasped for air. She tried to move away, but found her body feeling heavy... so heavy she just couldn't move from the spot under the weight of his dark gaze. Her hips lifted of their own accord as he began to pump his fingers, her lashes fluttering in pleasure that she couldn't stop.
"Yes, slayer, give into your darkest desires," he murmured as bent over to lick low on her stomach, causing her muscles to jerk. "I can offer you nights of endless pleasure, here with me and my brides."
As he said this, the three brides approached the bed, all nude as well. The brunette, Maryska, went to Dracula, running her hands over him and kissing his neck. The redhead, Anichka, and black haired one, Kriszta, bent over Buffy, one kissing her hungrily while the other latched her wet mouth onto Buffy's breast. His head dipped between her legs, replacing his hand with his mouth, his fingers with his tongue. She was under a pile of hands and mouths doing the most pleasurable things to her, better than anything she ever experienced before in the few sexual encounters she had had so far. Soon she was screaming as her first orgasm rode her hard.
He smirked and rose over her, positioning his painfully hard cock at her entrance. He thrust into her roughly and gripped her hips with bruising force as he kept up his savage pace. Brushing his brides aside, he bent over her and lowered his mouth to his neck. His eyes flared blue and his fangs extended before he bit into her hard, making her gasp and arch her back. He drank hungrily before lifting his head to smile smugly at her.
"I will have you, my little slayer. You will be my newest bride." He promised her darkly and resumed his punishing pace until she cried out again. "They were right, slayer blood is the best. So tasty and powerful... and quite the aphrodisiac."
Her teeth ground together, wishing she could move so that she could wipe that look off his face with her fist. She had to console herself with giving him a deathly glare from where she lay underneath him.
"What a fierce look. I will take pleasure in taming you, lovely little slayer."
He beckoned the Maryska close again and laid her beside Buffy, then easily flipped Buffy over to lay on top of the her. He positioned himself behind Buffy and entered her again, thrusting hard and wild. The motions forced the petite blonde to grind into the Maryska as the bride took her face and began kissing her. The other two brides crept forward to begin caressing them again. Buffy was driven over the edge over and over again from their attentions.
*****
Buffy sat up with a gasp the next morning and smoothed her hands over her face, then burying them in her hair as she lowered her face to her knees. All a dream... all a dream... She took in a few deep, calming breaths as she reminded herself that horrifying incident was just a dream. She lifted her face and looked around the room with troubled eyes before slipping out of bed.
She ached all over as if it had really happened and she felt... icky between her legs. That just wasn't right... I mean, it was just a dream right? If it had just been a wet dream it would be a little... down there, but this just didn't feel right and the aching so shouldn't be there.
She shook her head and hobbled to the bathroom for a steaming hot shower. She ran a hand through her hair and slipped out of her nightie, glancing down at her body. There were very conspicuous hand shaped bruises on her hips and hickies here and there as well. Her brows knitted together and her breathing started to become shaky, her pulse speeding up as she went pale. Her hand went out blindly to turn on the shower... she needed a shower... a hot one... now.
She stepped under the scalding spray and leaned her forehead against the tiles in front of her. She closed her eyes and let the water massage her shoulders and back for a bit while she tried to calm back down. There had to be an explanation for this. She couldn't go to the others about this, though. She just couldn't. She just needed to focus on destroying the bastard and ignore his attempts at distracting her. That's all this was, just him trying to distract her. Just like his parlor tricks.
She straightened to wash her hair and scrub her used body clean before turning off the water. Grabbing a towel, she slipped out of the shower with a sigh to dry off then go to the mirror to comb out her hair. She wiped the steam off the mirror and combed back her hair, and then noticed the bite mark on her neck. Not just the scar she had known for years, these ones were fresh. She shuddered and dropped the comb, darting out of the bathroom and back to her bedroom.
Joyce stopped her in the hall with a smile. "Hi honey, bad nightmares last night? I heard cry out for help a couple times and poked my head in to check on you. You were tossing and turning, but I couldn't wake you up. So I just left and tried not to worry. It was only a dream after all."
"Yeah, only a dream," Buffy smiled and rubbed her hand over her neck to hide the bite marks.
"Well, I came to find you to tell you that Willow called. She told me she was heading over to Giles' apartment with Tara to meet the others and discuss that guy you met last night. That is the message exactly." She dug in her pocket and pulled out some money, handing it to Buffy. "I am heading off to work. You get some lunch after the meeting, okay?"
"Yes, mom. Thanks." She kissed her mom's cheek and then ducked into her room to get dressed.
*****
The Scoobies were gathered at Giles' apartment. Buffy sat curled up in the chair, listening while Willow and Xander told the others about meeting Dracula and interjecting when necessary. She had thrown on jeans and a sleeveless turtleneck to cover the bite marks. She just sat there with her arms hugging herself and only half-listening, looking at an interesting spot on the coffee table. She just couldn't bring herself to meet any of their eyes, especially Riley. Not now... maybe later when the shock had warn off... when Dracula was gone...
"Earth to Buffy..."
Her head shot up and she looked around to see all eyes on her, Willow waving her hand at her. She swallowed, "Sorry... was thinking..."
"We were just asking if you wanted us to go with you on patrol until we've taken care of the Dracula problem." Willow asked with concern, she could tell her friend was feeling a bit worried.
"Oh no... that's okay. I can handle it," she nodded and started to get up. "He's not that tough, just has a bunch of parlor tricks."
Xander snorted. "He is one of the greatest vampires ever."
She arched a brow at him and then looked back at the others. "That may be the hype, but I've come up against worse."
"He is like nothing else. You can't just stake the dark master."
All eyes swung towards him again.
"-bater..." he added lamely and looked back down at the books in front of him.
"Well, we'll do lots of research on him and tell you what we find later. Me and Tara can look on the internet and Giles can look through his books. He's real good at that... probably knows just what books to look in to get the best tidbits." Willow smiled brightly and nodded emphatically.
"And in the meantime, you should be careful, Buffy. Maybe you should take a break from patrolling until we know more," he
looked at her with concern. He had noticed her avoiding him the whole time he was here and it was starting to worry him.
"Maybe... I'll think about it. I... just don't want to let him scare me from doing anything. I can't just ignore my duties. That's probably just what he wants..." She shook her head. "And anyways, we don't know where he's hiding and patrolling might help me find where that is."
"Dracula hides from nobody!"
"Okay, Xander... no more sugar for you..." Buffy rolled her eyes and blinked a couple time.
Removing his glasses to polish them, Giles said, "Yes yes, we should find where he is staying and perhaps that will give us an advantage. But, for now we will find out what we can on him." He got up and started heading for the stairs.
Anya grabbed Xander's arm and steered him out the front door. They were followed by Willow and Tara, Willow paused to squeeze Buffy's arm comfortingly.
"You'll meet us at the Bronze before you head off to patrol... I mean," she glanced at Riley. "If you choose to patrol... but even if you don't, maybe just stop by?"
"I'll try my best." Buffy smiled and nodded, waving as the pair left. She looked at Riley briefly before turning to follow them as well, but he caught her arm.
"I'm really worried about you, Buffy." His hand dropped from her arm. "Are you really feeling okay? He didn't try anything, did he?"
"I'm fine. I swear I am." She sighed and brushed her hair back over her shoulder, forcing a small smile for him. "Just concerned and thrown for a loop and stuff... I just need a little bit of rest time before I am ready to be feisty Buffy again."
"I like feisty Buffy," he smiled finally.
"I know you do." She trailed a finger down his chest. "I want to take you home to help me with the R&R..." She said it to play the part that she was feeling her normal self, but didn't really want him there... not until the marks left on her body were gone.
She was relieved when he answered, "Now, R&R always seriously lacks on the first R. Anyways, I'm going to go hit up a few contacts, see what I can find out myself. Maybe I can get some leads on where he's shacked up. I'll call you later though and check on you."
"Nah, don't bother with that. I'll probably be sleeping. Didn't get much last night."
"Okay, well stay safe and I still don't think you should go out just yet."
"I'll be fine." She assured him again.
*****
Buffy walked into the house and dropped the bag of Chinese take-out on the coffee table before dropping onto the couch. She leaned her head back with a groan. She really hoped her friends found something helpful. She needed it. Maybe she should be helping them, but she just didn't feel up to it. She didn't feel up to staying around them, with their watchful eyes. The longer she was with them the more the chance they would notice something.
She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment and then opened them again when images from her dream haunted her. She flipped on the television, hoping a movie would help distract her for awhile. She forced the take-out down, stomach tied in knots as she watched a romantic comedy.
After a bit, she just couldn't sit there anymore. It just wasn't helping. She went to her room and changed into shorts and a sports bra then headed to the basement for some exercises. Maybe if she exhausted herself... maybe...
*****
At the Bronze that night, she slipped in early and headed for a table in the back corner. Away from everyone else. She had thrown on a red halter and black leather pants with a wide black velvet choker around her neck that had a red rose on it. She actually almost hoped her friends didn't spot her or show up or something... She didn't even know why she came.
She looked up from her drink as she felt another presence at the table, expecting Willow or Xander. Instead, it was the bleached pain in her ass. She sighed and looked away.
"Right crowded in here t'night, slayer. Can' be the band, they're bloody awful." He made a pained looked as he settled his arms on the table. He looked over at her with intense eyes, letting them travel over her body. He tilted his head as he studied her in that hot little outfit she was wearing, his pants starting to get a bit tight.
"Um, what are you doing here?" she asked slowly. She looked back at him with a slight frown.
"Got a bit of a hunger for some spicy buffalo wings. Not too bad here. That and sometimes its amusin' t' watch the kids makin' fools of themselves." He started to dig out a smoke for an excuse to tear his eyes away from her for just a moment.
"I mean at my table... as if we were all chummy... which we're not and couldn't be further from."
"Didn' see anyone else here. Was sittin' here all alone like that and thought you might like some company for a few minutes." He sniffed slightly as he smelled something a bit off and wondering if it was coming from her. He took a drag of his cigarette and went to take another sniff at whatever it was, but stopped at her words.
"Not yours." She said coldly. "Why don't you go annoy someone else. Maybe we'll get lucky and they'll be so annoyed they stake you. Or you fall onto something pointy all on your own. The only reason I don't do it myself is because you are so pitiful, what with the chip and living like a hermit, the laughingstock of the demon community... its more of a punishment to let you go on. And you're so far beneath me its not worth the effort." She slid off the stool and headed for the door, missing the cold and deathly look directed at her back.
He ground his barely used cigarette into the table top. His nostrils flared as he started plotting her death. Painful and bloody death. Yeah, the chip would hurt like all hell, but it would be well worth it. Or, he could get someone else to do the dirty work for him while he watched, getting off on it big time. Or just turn her into a demon... then the bloody chip wouldn't get off and he'd get the pleasure himself.
Yes, he liked that last idea. He had a few demon contacts he knew could pull it off. He was sure they would love to help him rid Sunnydale of the blasted, annoying slayer. He got up with an evil gleam in his eyes and slipped out the back door to go make his plans.
Buffy got to the door just as the Scoobies were finally arriving. They hooked her with their arms, unnoticing of her intent to flee as they led her to a table near the dance floor. They sat down and started chattering excitedly. All except for Xander who wasn't even trying to curb Anya's blunt or strange comments and Buffy who just nodded along. At one point, she glanced behind her towards the corner she had been sitting in to see if Spike was still there. She sighed when she didn't see him. That was probably a good thing... Why couldn't she just stake him? It would make her life so much easier...
Willow and Tara got up to dance when a song they liked began to fill the air. Anya tugged at Xander's arm, wanting to join them. He begged off, claiming to not feel well. So pouting, she went off on her own to join Willow and Tara on the dance floor among the other gyrating bodies.
Xander and Buffy continued to sit there silently for a bit more. He kept looking at her and it made her a bit uncomfortable. Did he notice something? Maybe she should leave.
"You look a bit tired, Buff. Been sleeping well?"
Her green eyes snapped towards him in guilt and suspicion. She shifted in her seat and smoothed her hand over her hair nervously. "Not really. Do I really look that horrible?"
"Oh, of course not! You're beautiful! Stunning! Perfect!" He assured her quickly with a wide, crooked grin.
She blinked at his enthusiasm. "Eh... thanks... but yes, I think much needed rest and no patrolling tonight for this little slayer."
"Yes, you should get some rest, Buff," he agreed and stood. "How about I give you a ride home? I'll tell Ahn that I'll be right back. Don't want you walking home too pooped to defend yourself if something nasty comes along, especially Dracula."
She nodded and he went out onto the dance floor to find Anya. He leaned forward to whisper in her ear, "Me and Buffy don't feel too well. Gonna drive her home and then go crash at my place. Don't want you catching whatever I got."
Anya smiled up at him and kissed his cheak before waving him off. He went back to Buffy and took her arm, leading her outside and around the corner to his car. He opened her door and when she put her back to him to get in, he took the opportunity to clock her in the back of the head. She slumped and he lifted her into the front seat before going around to get in. He drove them to the outskirts of town where a creepy mansion sat, pulling up in front of the door.
*****
Buffy woke up with a groan. She was going to hurt Xander later. Why had he done that? She tried to sit up but her arms were bound above her and she looked up at the elegantly carved headboard, then around the large room. A shiver of apprehension ran through her. This was the room from her dream. The one in which Dracula and his brides had done all that... with her. Her mind tried to shy from it until it hit her that this time it might really happen to her. She whimpered slightly. Oh god no...
Instantly, Dracula was standing beside the bed and she jerked in surprise. He smiled wickedly and sat down beside her, running his hand over her body. She looked down and confirmed her fears that she was totally nude there. Oh, this wasn't going to go well, she thought. She tried to wiggle away from his hand, but he simply yanked her back.
He cupped her cheek and looked deep into her eyes. "I would much prefer to take you with you surrendering of your own choice, taking part eagerly and voluntarily giving me pleasure in return. But, I do not mind using my thrall if you fight me," he told her threateningly and started to remove his clothing before climbing onto the bed and lowering himself above her.
She looked up at him in alarm and considered his words. She was going to get it either way. Some would just say that she might as well give in, but she wouldn't be able to live with herself afterwards if she didn't put up a fight. It was a pride thing. Sure, she would probably still have nightmares... but she would know she fought all she could. So when he started nudging aside her right leg, her left leg came up into his gut and she tried to kick him off the bed.
He growled and grabbed her legs, pinning them down painfully wide. She cried out in pain, glad for being a slayer or she might have a dislocated hip at the moment. "You have made your choice painfully clear." He hissed at her and instantly put her under his thrall.
His smile grew, taking great joy in forcing himself on a slayer. THE great slayer. The bogeyman of the demon world. He would have even more joy in having her as his bride, as his slave. Able to use her where and when he wished, and how he wished.
He took vicious possession of her body over and over, just like in the dream. He beckoned his brides close to take part in welcoming their soon-to-be sister. Anichka undid the bonds on Buffy's wrists so they could move her about as they pleased. She was no longer a threat, under the master's thrall and surely too exhausted by now to be taking on four vampires.
Once they had their fun, Dracula drew her into his lap. He held her tightly with his brides hovering near just in case as he let her out of the thrall. He wanted her completely there when he turned her, with the ability to fight and the knowledge that she couldn't. To remember every second vividly. He smiled wickedly as his eyes went from black to a bright blue and his fangs lengthened before he plunged them into her breast. She grunted in pain and squeezed her eyes shut. She flashed back to when Angel had fed on her, that time had been a thousand times better. At least.
If it was possible, she slumped more when he released her. The brides held her up as blood trickled from the wound on her breast down her body. Dracula gave them a nod and they eagerly bent forward to lick her clean as he bit into his own wrist then holding it over her mouth, forcing her to drink his blood. When he was satisfied, he laid her back to take her again and again the rest of the night.
tbc...
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