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Chapter 5



Cocking her head to the side she could feel her sire calling for her.

“Come Daddy is ready for you.”

Heading back to the mansion and back to her Daddy Drusilla snatched the girl up by the hair: dragging her partly nude body down the path of the cemetery.  The girl whimpered in pain as she tumbled to her knees, her knees beginning to bleed as the gravel dug into the soft flesh.

Drusilla stopped in her tracks with a hiss erupting from her throat at a sliver crucifix that was thrust in her face.

“Leave her be.” Giles commanded with a hint of the Ripper underneath. Drusilla narrowed her eyes bringing her demon forward as she swatted at the Watcher.

“Such a naughty man trying to stay away from his evil ways.”

Giles continued to distract the vampire as Xander maneuvered though some tombstones to come up behind her. Drusilla felt his approach and used her captive for escape. Shoving the terrified girl into the watcher’s arms she turned to grab Xander by the neck, tossing him into the closest tree as Drusilla rushed off into the night, vanishing into the welcoming shadows as her haunting laugh danced in the air.

Xander picked himself up off the ground dabbing at the back of his skull, where he connected with the tree, bruising it. Slight bleeding was present, but knowing he would be fine, he turned his attention to the girl.

“Is she ok?”

Giles looked down at the trembling young woman in his arms, then back at the teen walking towards him. Watching with interest as Xander tended to his wound.

“Yes, I believe so. But I do say we should get her to safety… soon. Before she goes into shock.”

Removing his tweed jacket Giles wrapped it around the girl’s abdomen so it draped and covered her exposed bottom portion. He quickly explained that he intended to take her back to his place to help her. The blonde nodded in agreement as she buried her face into the crook of his arm.

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Angelus stood gaping at the nude form before him in disbelief. With all the fireworks the over sized paperweight had spit forth, not a single demon from a hell dimension appeared. And what about the world itself, why wasn’t it sucked into hell?

What the fuck had happened?

“You know, not that I’m not  glad to see you, but you’re not what I expected.” The vampire said cocking his head to the side.

The nude form snickered stalking towards him.

“Now is that anyway to greet your sire. Really Angelus, I’ve taught you better than that.”

Darla said placing her hands around his neck, pulling him forward to capture his lips in a searing kiss.

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Travers sat at his large overly ornate antique mahogany desk, fingers clasped together like a steeple atop a church. Arching a brow he looked at the six fellow watchers surrounding him in his chambers, a tight-lipped evil grin graced his face.

“Now that Mss. Summers has most likely met with her destined demise. The slayer line should fall back into accordance without farther hindrance from those who do not deserve to hold such title.” 

The tweed clad group all nodded in agreement with the head council member.

“But, nevertheless, I still want all eyes kept on Mr. Giles, and his rag tag band of teens.” He looked each man square in the eyes, “Am I understood?”

They all nodded profusely.


Travers resumed his laid back position, resting in his armchair.

“Once the new slayer gets established with her watcher, and the remaining scourge of Europe is taken care of,  all surveillance will be removed from the Hellmouth.”

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Angelus swaggered into the main hall with his cargo in hand and a now scantily covered Darla in tow. The vampiress scanned the room looking for the best minions; the rest would have to be dealt with. The order of Aurelius was a strong and powerful line that struck fear in the heats of many, living and  dead. She couldn’t  let just any minion be part of her family. They had to be worthy, showing they deserved this great gift.

Angelus dropped the sack onto the ground and motioned for one of the minions to come before him. Six ran to his aide, eager to show their loyalty to their master.

“You and you, put this in the bedroom next to mine. I want it watched, if I smell any of your grimy little paws anywhere near it,  you will be kissing the sun come morning.”

Drusilla came to greet her sire when her eyes landed on Darla.

“Miss. Edith is quite surprised, Grand mummy is home. Welcome home Grand Mum we missed you quite terribly. I was very cross with Daddy for staking you for that naughty old slayer.”

She walked closer to Darla and embraced her in a tight hug. Darla turned her nose up, but nonetheless tapped her hand on Drusilla’s back, then growled low in her chest letting her grand-childe know that was enough.

Turning to look back up and Angelus a sinister smile formed on the blonde vampire’s lips. “Yes, I am quite cross myself. Naughty little puppy, weren’t you my angel?” She said as she caressed his face in her hand. “He must be punished quite severely for his lacking. One can’t use a soul for such an excuse.”

For anyone who didn’t know Darla or the pain and torture she could inflict, they would think Angelus had nothing to fear, or in the calm manner she delivered her message towards him. Oh, but Angelus knew, and he was bursting at  the seems for the punishment from his sire, god how he missed her. All the more reason for his payback on Buffy, he couldn’t wait.

Darla started walking away out of the large room. She had a punishment to administer; everything must be in working order.

“Daddy’s in trouble. Daddy’s in trouble.” Dru sang dancing around him then stopped abruptly, she stared at him with a pout.

“What is it Dru?” Angelus asked taking her chin in his hand.

“Silly old  Ripper ruined my party. I had sugar and spice ready for play, and nasty old watcher came and ruined my day. She would have made such a lovely present for grand-mum she would.”

“Yes, well I’m sure she would have, maybe next time Dru. Darla awaits.”

Sniffing the air Angelus looked towards to the entry way and spotted Spike entering the room…walking. And what was that he smelled on him, it was nagging at the back of his mind, but he couldn’t wrap himself around it. Honeysuckle and something else, shrugging Angelus turned his attention to his grand-childe.

“Boy, when the hell did you get up and about? Got used to you wheeling your sorry ass all around here. It was a pity, you were finally good at something.”

“Play nice with Spike.” Drusilla chided as a coy smile flashed upon her face. “I gave him a present, and now he is a daddy.”

“What did you do Dru? Never mind,  I have no time for this. You run off and play with the boy, I got a sire that needs a good seeing too.”

Spike arched his scared brow at the dark haired vampire standing before him.

“Not that I’m carin’ with you being off your bleedin' rocker and all, but you do realize that you offed Darla, yeah?”

Angelus placed his arm around Spike’s shoulder, which made Spike immediately stiffen at his touch, causing Angelus to laugh.

“Letting you in on a little secret boy, Darla’s back. Got spit out of that ugly old rock.”

“Bugger me.”

Slapping Spike hard on the back causing him to stumble forward, Angelus laughed starting to walk away. “Nah, not right now, thanks for the offer though.  I will get back to you, need to show you who’s the alpha male around here once more.”

Spike rolled his eyes at the retreating form of the poof, “Yeah, you wish.”

Drusilla wasted no time taking Spike by the hand.

“Come along William we mustn’t keep Miss. Edith waiting.”

Spike instinctively whipped his hand out of his sire’s embrace, turning around Drusilla started to pout.

“No Dru, I don’t have time to play.”

“You can bring baby, Miss Edith doesn’t mind. There is always enough tea and cake for all.”

Spike was about to reply when a horse cry ripped through the air. A minion ran to the pair bowing to show his respect, mindful not to make eye contact.

“Mistress Drusilla, Mistress Darla is calling for you.”

Dru clapped her hands together with a mischievous gleam to her eyes.

“Grand-mum wants me to come play.”

Twirling down the hallway she called over her shoulder, “It will soon be time to show Daddy our new baby.”

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Buffy immediately perked up upon Spike entering the room. She was still nude lounging upon the bed, sitting up stretching; she was ready to greet her sire. Spike’s eyes locked onto his golden one as soon as he entered the room. Soaking in her nude form, the still slightly golden skin would become paler in time. Visually caressing her taut stomach, muscular thighs, and full, firm breasts, he was very pleased with his childe.

“You must feed.  Sire's blood can only go so far pet.”

Spike retrieved one of his black t-shirts from a drawer; along with a pair of boxer shorts that Drusilla managed to talk him into getting. Not like he was ever going to wear the constricting things. Turning around he walked towards the bed handing the garments to Buffy.

Wrinkling her nose Buffy accepted the clothing and started to dress. Spike couldn’t help the small chuckle that echoed in the room from his chest, he should have been right pissed with his childe’s lack of respect, but damn it, she was just so bloody adorable.

“Sire, may I ask you a question?” Standing Buffy turned to look at him.

Shrugging his shoulders Spike smirked, “Depends on what your askin’”

“I-I wanted to know why Angelus hadn’t smelled me yet?”

Buffy’s gaze was fixed on the ground, as she fidgeted with her fingers missing the brief flash of amber in Spike’s eyes at the mention of the poofter’s name.  Reining in his demon Spike took a few controlled unnecessary breaths before he answered.

“Dru wanted to keep you as a surprise. She planned some fancy little shindig, and added a cloaking spill to your body, and our room.” He finished walking towards his childe.

“Oh. That was nice of her.” Buffy worried her bottom lip for a moment. “Do I really have to be ‘introduced’ to him, because really, that’s so not of the good. Bad enough that I’m related to him now, but seriously, him and the bond-age so not happening.”

Spike twirled a piece of her hair around his index finger, and then pulled her body towards his. Pressing her against his chest, Spike spoke into her hair.

“Sorry baby, but like it or not  you're family. And even in Peaches’ twisted head it counts. Not to mention once Dru drops the spell he’ll feel you. Comes with the family package.” Spike finished placing a tender kiss atop her head.

“Come on now let’s get you fed.”

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Giles walked into the living room carrying his trusted serving tray laden down with his teakettle, cups and saucers, cream and sugar. Gently placing it down he busied himself with pouring the hot beverage as his guest exited the bathroom. Cordelia had arrived a few moments before after Xander called filling her in on the news. She looked at the girl now setting taking a cup of tea from the watcher, and felt saddened by her appearance. Besides the fact that she had mousy hair, lack of  highlights and now was dressed in some of Giles’ clothes, Cordelia felt bad for what the blonde experienced at the hands of Drusilla.

Xander came out of the kitchen standing behind the sofa.

“No word on the Willow front. She’s not home and Oz hasn’t seen her since this afternoon. I got a bad feeling about this.”

“Yes, well we mustn’t assume the worst just yet. When you called did anyone answer?”

“Nah,  just the machine.”

“Well then. It’s quite obvious she is o-o-out with her parents.”

Everyone seemed to find comfort in that idea, as they all silently sipped their tea.

“Also, we mustn’t forget to stop by the Summers’ residence tomorrow to enact the dis-invite spell, just to make sure Angelus didn’t find away around it. He is a very cunning creature, known to go to many extremes to get what he desires.”

Giles then turned his attention to the young girl sitting on his sofa, quietly starring into her cup of tea.

“Is there anyone whom you’d like to call…”

“T-t-t…Tara. That’s my n-n-name. N-n-n-no there isn’t a-a-anyone to call.”

“Not to sound rude, but obviously you are not from around here, because H-E-L-L-O, everyone knows not to walk in a cemetery alone at night. Well,  not to walk outside at night period.”

“Cordelia! can you cut the girl some slack. Geez, I think she's been through enough torture tonight, so sitting through yours is out.”

After shooting Cordelia a very ripperish glare, Giles turned his attention back towards the blonde.

“How did you end up here?”

Tara started to fidget with her fingers, glancing down at them.

“M-m-my mother sent me here. There’s a c-c-coven she w-w-w-wanted me to a-a-attend.”


“So you’re a Wicca then, I assume?”

Tara shook her head yes, not answering verbally, she had only told half the truth. She was sent to Sunnydale by her mother to attend the coven there, but it was for far more important reasons, not just to study. Her presence was needed in the small town; soon she would disclose to them why she was sent. Tara was in the cemetery looking for the slayer, but figured she was too late when she encountered the raven-haired vampiress.

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It was just her luck to be left out alone in the dark, fending for herself.

“Get a grip Harm,” Harmony whispered to herself, casting a hesitant glance back over her right shoulder. She had been on a date with the captain of the football team. They had driven up to make out point, but when she refused to go farther than just making out he got mad and threw her out the car. So here she was, alone,  scared and utterly beside herself, walking home alone at night. Nobody walked alone after dusk in Sunnydale. Shivering once more Harmony picked up her pace.

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Golden eyes locked on their target, as they stalked the figure through the bushes. The prey’s fear perfumed the air, making the creature’s  mouths' water with anticipation.

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A twig snapped behind Harmony, and she quickly turned around to see who was following her. Her eyes where no use to the dark shadows that seemed to engulf her would be attackers'.

“Who’s there?” Her wavering voice called out.

The shadows seemed to part as the figure emerged from within. Sighing with relief, Harmony flipped her long golden locks over her shoulder, as she smoothed down her white silk skirt.

“Oh! thank god you’re here, Buffy,” she said practically tossing herself at the former slayer’s feet. “I was so scared and alone. But now your here. So please, walk me home and I promise not to make fun of you for a week.”

Buffy didn’t make a sound, her body stood motionless in the moonlight. Turning her head to the right she watched as her sire stalked from the shadows to join her.

“Normally I like the chase of the hunt, but I guess this will do for the lesson luv.”

“Ummm, Buffy who’s this? And what are you talking about… hunt? Who’s hunting? Can we just go, I really need to get home,” the blonde offered, slowly backing away from the vampires.

Looking upon Spike with innocent eyes Buffy fluttered her lashes and asked coyly, “Teach me sire.”

With in a blink of an eye Harmony found herself as the main lab experiment. Spike had his hand wrapped around her neck as she tried to force out a scream, but it never came. Motioning with his hand he beckoned for his childe to come forward. Buffy hastened to him standing studiously for the lesson at hand.

“It’s pretty much the way you fed from me this evening. The only difference is your meal will be alive… and the added fear is a plus.”

Pulling Harmony’s head to the side, he exposed her flesh to Buffy’s hungry gaze. Her nose was assaulted by the adrenaline laced blood pumping  through the blonde’s veins. Leaning over into her ex-classmate’s face Buffy made sure she got a good look at her features.  Harmony watched in silent fear as Buffy’s facial bones contorted, teeth elongating and golden eyes locking onto her.

“Oh! I don’t think you’ll be making it home tonight Harm.” Buffy said with a smirk that rivaled Spike’s own.

Harmony elicited a small whimper as she came into contact with the cool flesh of Buffy’s hand upon her cheek. The vampiress gripped her kill by the chin searching her eyes, thriving in the fear she elicited with in her old foe. There was no sense in fighting; Harmony knew she was going to die. She always figured Buffy was strange, but a blood-sucking fiend never crossed her mind. Lowering her head, Buffy licked and sucked upon the jugular brining the blood to the surface. A small scream ripped the silent air as Buffy’s fangs penetrated the soft pink flesh; she greedily gulped down her meal.

Spike watched making sure his childe didn’t need any help, and from the looks of it Buffy was quite a fast learner. She was fluid in motion, a natural born killer. Just watching her made him hard, as he groaned adjusting himself against his restrictive denim jeans.

Dropping the body on the ground Buffy turned to be greeted by a very pleased sire. Spike’s ruff tongue hungrily licked at the trickles of blood that stained her mouth. She moaned rubbing her thighs together to relieve some of the ache that started to form between them, generated by Spike’s erotic ministration. Buffy quickly crushed her lips upon his, as she locked her legs around his waist. Grabbing hold of her apple shaped bottom, he walked them over to a parked car. Placing his load upon the vehicle’s hood, Spike made quick work of her boxer shorts.

Buffy growled in delight as Spike ripped away the undergarment. Freeing himself he plowed into her sopping core with animalistic savagery, taking no mercy on her supple form. Arching her hips up Buffy met his every thrust, as she scratched and clawed her way to release. The car screeched and moaned from the brutal force it was being subjected to, as its alarm shrilled through the night air.

Moving faster and faster, the couple climbed to their sought after release. Buffy locked her ankles behind Spike’s back, causing him to plunge harder and deeper within her. The sensation had Buffy babbling nonsensical words as she came. Spike tilted his neck granting Buffy access, reaching up she sank her fangs into his flesh. The sweet taste of sire's blood coating her tongue sent another climax throughout her limbs. Pumping faster Spike roared his climax sending his cold seed spurting into her womb, as his teeth once again claimed his siring marks.

The two collapsed back onto the battered car. Spike rested his brow upon her forehead, as they both gasped for unneeded air. The car released one last shrill before it buckled beneath them, sending its two front tires jetting off. One rolled away from the car, into the middle of the street then spiraling down onto the surface. 

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After bidding Xander and Cordelia a good night, Giles locked his door. Turning he smiled at Tara who was still seated on his sofa.

“Let me show you to the guest room,” the Watcher announced walking towards the hall that led to the bathroom. Tara stood smoothing down the borrowed shirt then followed him down the hall. Giles paused at the door directly across from the bathroom; turning the knob he ran his hand along the wall until he encountered the object he desired.

With a “click” the room was bathed in a soft mellow glow. Stepping back he allowed the young woman to enter her temporary resting place. The room was sparsely furnished, sporting only a full sized bed with a deep royal blue comforter, and crisp white sheets underneath.

The headboard was light tan, which matched the nightstand next to the bed. Resting on top was an antique lamp with a blue lampshade. Two portraits of the English countryside graced the wall opposite the bed.

“Thank y-y-y-you Mr. G-G-G-Giles.” Tara ducked her head, pushing a piece of hair behind her ear.

“It’s my pleasure,” he relied with a soft smile to his lips. “Please, try to make yourself as comfortable as possible, and do get some ahhh, rest.”

Turning he pulled the door closed then headed up to his room.

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Angelus entered the bedroom where he stashed his cargo, halting in his tracks. Drusilla was laying next to the form on the bed, curling a strand of hair around her finger. He stalked towards the bed his gaze never wavering from his insane but lovely childe.

“Dru?”

“I smell a fairy ripe as a plume,” she sang glancing up at her sire through long dark lashes.

Drusilla extended her long porcelain fingers grabbing at a piece of matured fruit, seen only to her eyes. Smiling, her deep red lips in stark contrast to her creamy alabaster skin. “Already ripe. Ready to be picked.”

“Yeah, well you know, I got to have mine special.” Angelus’ face twisted into a freakish grin.

“When baby sister rises can I play with her? Miss. Edith will be quite pleased.”

Angelus reached down cupping the vampiress’ face in his hand. He starred into her eyes for a few moments, and then smiled.

“Well its up to her, don’t want to scare her to bad. Nah! second thought why not.”

The two laughed as they looked down upon the sleeping redhead. Angelus couldn’t wait till this one rose. The power that he sensed and  smelled in her was strong. It sang to him like a siren’s voice in the ocean, leading a sailor to his death.

“She oozes and bubbles like a pretty black tar pit. Nothing as sweet  as sugar and spice, but she is just as nice.”

“Ay, indeed she is Dru. Indeed she is.”

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Sire and childe returned to the mansion thirty minutes before sunrise. Buffy’s warning bells were ablaze telling her to seek shelter before the suns deadly rays kissed her skin. Spike’s fingers interlocked with hers as he led her through the large abode, senses on alert for that poofter of a grand-sire.

Up the stairs and down a long hallway they ushered coming to a door. Opening the door Spike entered his room first, making sure the room was void of unwanted company. Turning he pulled the petite blonde towards him walking her to the bed.

“Time for you to rest my golden one.”

Buffy sat down on the edge of the bed toeing off her shoes. Leaning down he placed a chaste kiss on her forehead and she wrinkled it in confusion. A sinking feeling entered her stomach as she searched out his eyes.

“You aren’t staying with me?” it sounded more as a plea then a question.

Spike smiled tilting her chin to look back up at him, “No, not to night. I have some things that need seeing to with Peaches. But I will be here in the evening to take you hunting.”

She arched into his cool strong hand; so content in her sire’s gentleness she could almost purr. Spike ducked his head, ghosting his lips over hers then placed a quick nip upon them. Raising straight once more he turned and exited the room.

Sighing the ex-slayer slipped under the covers and drifted off to sleep.

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Chapter 6


The rays of sun filtered into the room dancing upon her motionless face, as Tara slowly awoke. Sitting up she stretched her muscles, the wicca’s neck was still tender from Drusilla’s bite, but other than that she was fine. A light tap was heard at the door drawing her from her musing. Crossing the distance from the bed to the door Tara opened it.

“Good morning, Tara. I take it you slept well?” Giles greeted her. She nodded her head in agreement, quickly accompanied it with a shy smile. Reading the Watcher’s aura she knew she had made the right choice in trusting him.

“Well come out when you’re ready. I’m making breakfast and I would love the company.”

Giles uttered leaving the young girl to her morning devices.

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Joyce stood in her daughter’s bedroom, gazing at the still made bed. She saw a room that would no longer hold her daughter, carry her laughter, her sorrow, or a bed that would no longer be warmed by her body. The older woman gasped trying hard to stifle a sob that ripped past her throat. This just wasn’t right; that something so cruel and twisted could come and snatch her daughter away. But it had, in the form of the very thing she was chosen to fight against, and to protect mankind from. Mankind who knew nothing of the dangers that lurked in the shadows.

Joyce walked further into the room sitting on the edge of the bed. She scooped up Buffy’s Mr. Gordo, bringing the stuffed pig to her nose. He smelled of vanilla, of Buffy. Her daughter. Her baby. Oh god! she was gone. Gone forever, leaving a raw, gapping wound that would not mend over time. Joyce didn’t want it to heal, she wanted her daughter back. But she resigned herself to the fact that Buffy would not be coming home, would not be coming back to her; they might not even find a body to lay to rest.

Swatting at her tears Joyce was startled by the doorbell ringing. Rising she ran a hand over her hair and face, then headed to the door.

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“Good afternoon Joyce.” Giles greeted the tired, grief stricken woman.

“Good afternoon Rupert. Please come in,” she said stepping aside so the Watcher could enter followed by a young blonde girl.

“Please join me in the kitchen. I was about to have some coffee.”

The trio walked towards the back and entered the kitchen. Joyce busied herself with making the coffee. She turned to retrieve the mugs from the cabinet, filling them with the hot brown liquid. Placing them on the table in front of her guests she went back to the counter to get some cookies. The kitchen door opened revealing Xander, Cordelia and Oz.

Giles wrinkled his brow noting the lack of a certain redhead. “Where is Willow?”

The three turned to each other with grim faces; Cordelia dropped her head in her hands as she slid into a chair for support.

“See, that’s the thing. I called once more after I got home last night, and her mom said she hasn’t returned. Something has happened to Wills, Giles.” Xander blurted out.

Removing his glasses Giles wiped his face with his hand, then vigorously rubbed his glasses. Joyce joined the group at her kitchen table; taking a breath she turned to the other adult in the room.

“How many more must we lose Rupert? How do we stop these… these monsters?”

The Watcher paused a moment, he was in awe of this woman, Joyce Summers. Even now through her grief at untimely demise of Buffy, she was thinking about the safety of others, wanting nothing but ridding the world of the creatures who stole her child, her baby. It only added to the admiration and respect that Rupert had for her. He could see where Buffy got her strong will and strength of character from.

“We don’t, I’m afraid. Well, not until the next slayer arrives, which should be within the next few days.”

Silence ensued for long moments; the occasional sip of coffee was heard or swallowing of cookies.

“A-a-a Tara, I take it you are familiar with the dis-invite spell.”

“Y-y-yes I-I-I-I am. M-M-M-My mom taught m-m-m-me years ago.” Tara’s stutter worsened when she was truly nervous.

“Good, lets get started shall we?” Giles rose to his feet to fetch the ingredients he needed from his car.

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Buffy sat up in the bed starring at the dark heavy curtains that graced the large window in her room. The sun had not yet set; she had at least 20 minutes left. Sighing she stretched wondering what Spike was up to. Even though she’d only been un-dead for almost a day her body ached when he wasn’t around. A small pout tugged at her lips as she headed for the bathroom to bathe.

~*~*~*~*~

Spike awoke to tangled limbs around his body, looking over he was greeted to Drusilla’s sleeping face. He reached a hand out to trace over her brow, her human guise was so peaceful, innocent looking. She was at peace from her insanity in sleep. Laying there Spike tucked his hands behind his head. He didn’t expect to end up in his sire’s bed. Even though they were not mated Spike loved his wicked plum as if she was his mate. He had tried on several occasions to claim her, but Drusilla would laugh telling him that he was a naughty puppy trying to take what wasn’t his.

And one would think after a hundred years of faithfulness, caring for his insane sire’s every need she would return the favor, but she hadn’t. As soon as Angelus reared his overly poofed head; his dark princess was back fucking his brains out, as if he never left either one of them. He had headed to Angules’ room to have words with him; he was through with being the lackey, the little nurse-maid for his dark princess.

He was going to set the record straight; a lot had changed since Angelus was cursed with his bloody soul. Spike had become a Master in his own right, and he wanted to be treated with the respect it commanded, he was going to pound in the great foreheaded one’s skull. Dru had intercepted him, she was bored and wanted some attention. Her precious Daddy was occupied with his whore of a sire. And Spike being the ever-loving childe that he was couldn’t resist seeing his wicked plum hurting.

The part of him that was still William was pissed, how dare she treat him as if he were dispensable, showering crumbs upon him when Angelus wasn’t paying her any mind. But he did start this, when he was a fledgling Drusilla would do it all the time, run to him, shower affection and attention upon him to rifle the leather clad dufus. And William was thrilled to have the attention doing all that he could to prolong it. But Spike couldn’t ignore his demon either, it was thrilled that his sire wanted to be with him again.

Buffy’s loneliness washed over him jolting him from his thoughts. Getting out of bed he quickly pulled his black worn jeans over his hips and headed out the bedroom door. Drusilla turned on her side watching her childe’s retreating form with a smile.

“William is running to his baby Miss Edith, He is so kind. Must pay baby a visit I must.”

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Buffy stepped out of the shower wrapping the lush white towel around her wet head. Walking over to the sink she instinctively moved a hand over the mirror, to remove the fog that built on it from the steam of the hot water. She gasped at the lack of reflection that greeted her. ‘Stupid vampires with their non reflection casting selves.’ She grumbled walking back into her room.

Spike’s eyes danced over Buffy’s nude form, a bloke could get used to this. Buffy instantly perked up to the presence of her sire. Slowly stalking over to him she rested an inch away from his embrace, her sensitive nose picking up the lingering scent of Drusilla. Buffy couldn’t help the small growl that came from her throat or the jealousy that oozed from her voice, as her eyes flickered gold for a brief moment.

“Have fun talking to Angel?”

“’S not what it looks like pet. Not that I need to be explaining anything to you. But Dru is my sire, she can do with me as she wills.”

Buffy turned to face the fireplace; she couldn’t look at him at that moment. What was she? Wasn’t she important to him? Didn’t he know she loved him? He only was with her because she was his childe, he loved Drusilla…. Bitch.

Spike walked towards her placing his arms around her waist as his chin rested on Buffy’s bare shoulder. He could feel her stiffen from his touch enraging his demon. Whipping Buffy around Spike pinned her with a look of pure fury.

“Listen Goldilocks cause I’m not sayin’ it again. I know how it feels; I’ve been there. But that doesn’t change a bloody thing. “ His voice softened and he took her in his arms, “You’re mine princess, and I’ll do all that I can to make you happy. I’m your sire it comes with the job. But you can’t make me choose between you and my sire.”

Sighing Buffy relaxed into his embrace mumbling into his chest.

“I’m sorry sire… forgive me?”

“All is forgiven luv. Wait here, I’ll be right back.”

Retracting his arms Spike placed a chaste kiss on her brow then exited the room. Buffy’s pout turned into a frown, not only did she upset her sire, but also she realized she would never be able to compete for his love, with his Drusilla. Spike and Dru had a century plus together, sharing in the bloodlust, murder and mayhem; what did Buffy have? Just one measly day.

Her demon raged at the injustice, it wanted all of Spike’s affections; it wanted the place held in Spike’s heart where Dru resided. Sighing again she resigned herself to being hopefully second place, she was after all Spike’s childe, that did mean something … right?

~*~*~*~*~

Spike walked out into the great room his eyes darting to the minions that resided there. Resting his eyes on a petite auburn-haired minion he swaggered over to her.

“You. Yeah you. I need some of your clothes, and if you tell the poofter you’re dust.”

“I understand Master Spike.” The minion said quickly running to perform the task at hand.

~*~*~*~*~

Buffy stood in front of the dresser combing out the tangles in her hair when the door opened. Spike entered the room with a pair of red leather pants and an emerald tube top. Eyes lighting up his childe walked toward him placing a kiss on his cheek.

“Thank you sire. You shouldn’t have.” Buffy uttered glancing down at the floor, now even more ashamed at her earlier actions.

“I told you sweetling you’re mine, it’s my job.” Spike twirled a golden lock around his finger as Buffy took the offered clothing.

He sat on the edge of the bed while Buffy returned to the dresser to finish her hair. “I was thinking… do you think I could see my mom?”

“When do you want to go, before or after dinner?”

Turning around Buffy sauntered towards the vampire resting on her bed. Spike was transfixed by the way her muscles flexed under her tight skin, the slight jiggle to her breasts. Her golden tresses cascaded down brushing over her rosy nipples causing them to pucker. Standing before him Buffy captured his hands cupping them over her soft mounds.

“I really am sorry for making my sire mad. How ever can I make it up to you?”

Spike raised his head nipping at her left nipple, growling in appreciation as she arched closer to him. “Oh, I’m sure I can think of many ways for you to make it up to me luv, don’t worry,” curling his tongue behind his teeth he commented. A small growl of contentment rumbled through his chest, his childe was so eager to make her sire happy. It pleased both the man and the demon in him.

Spike crushed his lips against Buffy’s in a smoldering kiss, she moaned into him hungry for more. She could taste Drusilla all over him and instinctively pulled out of his embrace, but quickly recovered not wanting to earn her sire’s anger so soon after him forgiving her. He felt her discomfort for a moment but didn’t push the issue, he wanted to see if Buffy would protest or accept what she discovered.

He was pleasantly surprised to find her slowly inching her way down his body, nipping and licking her way to the waist of his jeans. Her nimble fingers slowly undoing the clasp to the material exposing his semi hardened cock. Pulling his jeans down the rest of his lower half Buffy starred at his nakedness. This was the first time she had ever gazed upon the nude form of a man. Yes, she and Angel made with the smoochies, and they finally consummated their relationship, which led to the unleashed and highly psychotic vampire currently running amuck in Sunnydale. But still, she had never looked at him, he was to shy, insisting that the lights be off and they where under the covers.

So getting a peek at the goods so wasn’t happening, but now she had Spike, her sire and she was going to do all the ogling she could, or what he would allow. And he was a sight to behold, smooth, flawless alabaster skin that only hinted at the power it contained. A lean hard chest, tight chiseled abs, she was captivated by them reaching out, running a hand over the taut area, so firm yet so soft, like velvet. Her eyes traveled further down taking in the stark contrast of dark curls and hard flesh, she licked her lips in anticipation.

Spike watched Buffy explore his body with her eyes, the look of pure hunger and lust lit her face. Snickering to himself, he knew the poofter didn’t have the balls to taint the saintly eyes that belonged to the slayer. Well Spike wasn’t Angelus and Buffy sure as hell wasn’t the slayer any longer. His cock twitched when her hand skimmed over his abdomen, yeah he said he would wait it out, let her set the pace but this was killing him. Grabbing Buffy by the shoulders Spike pulled her back towards him capturing her lips in a smoldering embrace.

Buffy gave no protest to her sire’s demands and eagerly kissed him back. In one quick motion Spike had them flipped with Buffy pinned beneath him, as he pushed into her waiting depths. A growl escaped from Buffy’s throat as she arched her hips to met Spike’s thrusts. He responded to her actions with a growl of his own, low within his chest, sending vibrations radiating through out her body, causing her to grind her clit into his pelvic bone. Ducking his head Spike captured one rosy nub between his teeth, lavishing it with his tongue, worrying it with his blunt teeth.

Buffy hissed as she arched further into him, desiring him to eat her alive, the feelings he evoked in her she couldn’t describe, but knowing no one could or would ever make her feel this way, except Spike. Shifting into game face Spike bit down on the supple flesh between his teeth causing the sweet life giving fluid to flood his mouth, as his hips picked up speed. Buffy screamed her release into the air sinking her fangs into his neck. The sensation of her small lips sucking on his flesh was his undoing, as he shot his release deep inside her still quivering channel.


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Xander and Oz where patrolling one of the many cemeteries in Sunnydale, both lost in thought. The two young men couldn’t help but wonder what had happened to Willow, no doubt Angelus played a part. After he killed her fish Xander figured she wasn’t far behind. A shudder uncontrollably went through his body, just at the thought of Miss Calendar and the things that psychotic monster did to her. What horrors might have been ushered upon the redhead, or if she was still alive, what might she be going through now?

Oz stopped placing his arm out to halt Xander in mid stride. Turning the redhead whispered.

“I smell two vamps up ahead.”

Removing their stakes they stood ready as the one fledgling, and one minion stalked towards them.

“Ooooh! Look, delivery.” Vamp number one said as he shifted into game face snarling his elongated incisors glistening in the moonlight. Vamp number two quickly followed, already in game face as he charged after Xander.

Xander must have been having a good night, because he was able to sidestep and miss the attack by a second. Vamp number one charged Oz knocking him to the ground. The two struggled, thrashing and bucking against each other. Vamp number two punched Xander in the nose, causing blood to gush forth. Licking his lips the vampire couldn’t wait till this prey was subdued.

Stumbling on his feet Xander regained his balance gripping the stake tighter, just waiting for his opportunity. Oz kneed his attacker in the balls, the vampire flipped off of him cradling himself, as he howled in pain. Jumping to his feet Oz brought the stake down into the demon’s chest and watched as it turned to dust. Xander was pinned between his vampire and a mausoleum, “I refuse to go out like this! Nah uh, no way.”

As if on cue Oz jumped the vampire from the back, using his enhanced werewolf strength he pinned the demon’s arms to its sides. Xander sent the stake home as dust filtered around their heads.

~*~*~*~*~

Drusilla laid draped across the bed enchanted by the still sleeping form beside her. Her nude body seemed to shimmer from the light of the fireplace. Darla entered the room fresh from the hunt leaving Angelus to his own entertainment.

“Oh, such a pretty creature. Where ever did Angelus find her?” She questioned running a slender finger down the girl’s cheek.

“Pretty pixie will come and play soon. Won’t Miss Edith be pleased!”

Darla crawled onto the bed perching beside the still body. Soon their latest family member would rise and she wanted to be present to greet her.

~*~*~*~*~

Buffy watched as Spike drained his ‘happy meal on legs’, but he paused turning to face her.

“Here luv.” He extended the still conscious man to her. Buffy emerged from the shadows her white fangs glistening in the moon light. She slipped her incisors into the wound her sire made and finished the kill.

Xander’s eyes widened in shock and fear from his hiding spot behind a tree, as he watched the scene play out before his eyes. No, it couldn’t be, Buffy was a vampire. He felt sick to his stomach, but quickly clapping his hand over his mouth he forced the nausea back. He didn’t want to be found, quietly turning around after they walked away he pushed off the tree into a sprint. He had to unite with Oz, then inform Giles about Buffy.

~*~*~*~*~

Two blondes walked hand in hand down the almost deserted street. Spike didn’t ask what his childe intended to do once she reached her mother’s house, he was just there for mutual support and if she needed it. Buffy wondered what would her mother’s reaction be towards her, she was thinking not too good. Granted she had been “missing” for three days, but she couldn’t help that, she was technically dead for two of those days

Coming to a halt outside 1630 Revello Drive Buffy released a breath she’d been holding.

“You sure you’re ok with this kitten?” Spike asked her taking in her worried expression.

She feverishly chewed on her bottom lip drawing blood. Buffy couldn’t help but dread her reaction to the temptation of the fresh blood her mother possessed. She did feed before coming so she only hoped her demon was satisfied and sedated for now. But wasn’t that one of the first things vampires did when they rose, attack and kill their loved ones? That’s what Giles and Angel told her, but she didn’t feel like she wanted to kill her mother… how strange… really. ‘Hello demon here, shouldn't it want to maim and destroy my mom?’

Grabbing Buffy's chin Spike sucked vigorously upon the wounded flesh as she moaned into his hair. “If we don’t stop, I won't get to see my mom.”

Giving her bottom lip one last suck Spike removed his mouth.

“I’ll be out here, if you need me.”

Buffy walked the steps to her mother’s front porch, it was funny she no longer thought of this house as her home. Her home was with Spike, her sire, her lover; she was no longer her mother’s little girl. Hesitantly she extended her hand and pushed the doorbell. Buffy could sense three heartbeats inside and she wondered who could be visiting her mother. The door opened and Buffy came face to face with a very worn looking Joyce Summers.

Joyce’s voice caught in her throat. Was this a mirage, granted she knew that a grieving mind was prone to hallucinations, but this; it seemed so real. Tears welled in both their eyes as Joyce extended a shaky hand out to brush along her daughter’s cheek.

“Mommy,” came the pained filled voice. Buffy felt sick at the sight of her mother. Had she caused this much worry? ‘Duh Buffy, you’re only her baby. And you sorta died.’ Her inner Buffy voiced.

“Oh god, Buffy. Come in, come in.” Her mother gripped her by the hand pulling her over the threshold, thereby removing the invisible barrier that prevented her entrance into her former residence.

Giles wondered what was taking the elder Summers woman so long at the door. Entering the hallway connecting to the foyer he stopped dead in his tracks. Buffy was encased in the mother of all bear hugs, good thing she didn’t need to breath. She hugged her mother back inhaling the scent that was uniquely “mom”; tide, jasmine, and love, as fresh tears ran down her cheeks.

“Oh baby, where have you been?” Joyce inquired pulling back to look into those familiar hazel eyes.

~*~*~*~*~

Xander whipped past Oz shouting, “No time to talk gotta get to Giles, Buffy’s been turned.”

Oz didn’t have to ask twice taking off behind the boy. They didn’t waver as they ran past the blocks of houses intent on getting to their destination. 1630 Revello Drive came into view as they dashed down the street. Spike smelled them before they came into view, therefore, he slipped behind a tree near the house.

“What are those bloody gits up to?”

Xander was first up the steps and burst past the front door that was now open. He came to a dead halt as he watched mother and daughter embrace. ‘Monkey balls’, he was to late. Oz came in behind him eyes widening but to winded to speak. Tara hung back in the shadows taking the whole scene in.

Xander forced himself to stand straight, as Buffy and Joyce broke apart to take in the spectacle.

“Get away from her.’ Xander panted fanning his hand towards the vampire. “She’s not Buffy. I saw her feed, she a vampire.”

Automatically Giles ripped Joyce away from her daughter into his embrace. Years of council training were engrained in him, so when one mentioned vampire he did only what came naturally. Eyes widening Buffy slapped her hands over her mouth taking in the anguished looks of her mother, watcher and friends. Cordelia had chosen that time to join the mix.

“Remove your hands Rupert, this is ridiculous she is not a vampire.” Joyce stammered trying to break away from his death grip on her arms.

“Did she enter on her own Joyce, or was she invited?”

“I told her to come in. I don’t see how….”

Giles removed his silver crucifix from his jacket thrusting it in Buffy’s face, she hissed shielding her eyes. Backing away towards the door.

“I’m not here to hurt you guys. I just wanted to see my mom, you have to believe me. Giles… Xander… Oz?”

“You are NOT Buffy Summers. Get out you bloody demon.” Giles shouted retrieving a stake as he advanced upon his ex-charge keeping the cross on her. Buffy stumbled out the door almost falling but was caught by her sire.

Spike had heard the entire encounter and he ached listening to the agony in his childe’s voice.

“Come on luv, time to go.” He whispered into her ear, clasping her hand in his, never removing his eyes from those of the Watcher. Giles watched them vanish into the shadows of the night, then quickly closed the door behind him.

“We have to do another dis-invite spell… now.”

~*~*~*~*~

The figures hunched in the bushes across the street watched with a great deal of interest in the happenings at the Summers’ home. Their eyes darted to the blonde pair retreating down the street, then back to the man closing the door. Reaching inside a bag they retrieved a cell phone, pushed the programmed number then placed the phone to their ear.

“Code red!”

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Chapter 7
 

The figures hunched in the bushes across the street watched with great interest the happenings at the Summers’ home. Their eyes darting to the blonde pair retreating down the street, then back to the man closing the door. Reaching inside a bag one of the men retrieved a cell phone, pushed the programmed number then placing the phone to his ear.
 
“Code red!”
 
~*~*~*~*~
 
 
Joyce was livid, what the hell just happened in her house was beyond her comprehension at the moment. She had her daughter back, right here in her arms, then she was viciously ripped away again. Turning on her heels she locked angry eyes on the two men she held responsible.
 
 
Rupert Giles and Xander Harris
 
 
“What did you just do Rupert? Buffy was back, she was home, and you chased her away.”
 
 
Thrusting the cross back into his jacket's pocket, emitting a labored sigh, Giles ran a hand over his wary face . “Joyce, that... that creature was not Buffy. If we are to believe what Xander asserted to be true.”
 
 
Xander was sitting on the bottom step of the stair case visibly pale, as Oz stood over him with his normal cool expression over his features. Giles turned to the two teens.
 
 
“Xander, Oz, would you kindly inform us as to what you witnessed.”
 
 
“Yes, Xander. Please enlighten us all about my daughter why don't you.”
 
 
Joyce repeated with slumped shoulders heading towards the den. The four teens and Watcher followed suit. Once entering everyone took seats around the room. The air was heavy with silence for what seemed an eternity, leaning forward on her knees Joyce asked the teens to relay their story. She had to know what made them believe Buffy was a vampire, and who was that man she was with.
 
 
Xander cleared his throat taking in a deep breath before he started to speak.
 
 
“Oz here didn't witness anything, it was all me. We where out on patrol, but, you already know that. Anyway, we split up and I headed further into the cemetery to finish up for the night. Well I rounded this corner and I hear a struggle in the distance, so I ducked behind this tree. Which provided me with an excellent view of the chompfest going on. So first I see Spike...,”
 
 
Joyce wrinkled her brow, “Who is this Spike?”
 
 
“We'll fill you in on him in a moment Joyce. I would like to here what Xander has to tell us first.”
 
 
All attention was focused back on the young man sitting in the chair.
 
 
“Yeah, so there's Spike doing the whole 'I want to suck your blood' thing, but then he stops. And I'm thinking “What's with the evil blood sucking fiend stopping for?”, when he motions to something in the shadows. Then out walks Buffy, and I'm ready to start dancing cause Buff is alive, and Spike was going to get his undead ass staked. But she goes all “grrr” and all with the bumpies.”
 
 
Giles whipped his glasses of his face giving them a vigorous rub, “And she fed. You saw her feed?”
 
 
“Yeah G-man, dropping the poor guy on the ground. I bolted after that, had to get back here to warn you.”
 
 
Gasping, Joyce brought her hand to her mouth fighting back tears, as Giles pinned a look upon Xander for daring to call him such a stupid name.
 
 
“So Buffy's not Buffy, right? From what I've read and what you have told me she's a demon.”
 
 
“No Joyce, a demon is inhabiting her body. Buffy is dead, lost to all of us. That thing is wearing Buffy's shell, her body, but the girl we once knew and loved is gone.”
 
 
Fighting back tears the elder Summers grief became rage.
 
 
“And who was the blonde man with her?”
 
 
“Spike, also known as William the Bloody. He was sired by Drusilla, who you know now is Angel's childe, he sired her. But Spike earned his place as a member of the scourge of Europe. He is known as the slayer of slayers. And he came to Sunnydale to kill his third Slayer, but from the looks of it he has sired one instead.”
 
 
Giles paused a moment to rethink his answer, “Or Drusilla sired Buffy but has placed Spike over her teachings.”
 
 
 “So that monster not only stole my baby, and murdered her, but she turned her into one of those... things?”
 
 
Everything had come to a head at once and Joyce broke under the pressure. She was a strong woman, but it wasn't every day you found out your daughter was a mystical warrior chosen to save the world, and then turned into one of the monsters she fought.
 
 
Tara rose from her set and strolled over to the sobbing woman, as she sat down next to her she whispered soft comforting words in her ear. “C-C-Come on Mrs. Summers, I-I-I'll make you s-s-something to s-s-settle your nerves.”
 
 
The two headed towards the kitchen as the others watched their retreating forms. Placing his glasses back on the watcher couldn't help but think he could use a nice stiff drink.
 
 
“Well, we mustn't dally behind, let's get to work shall we.”
 
 
~*~*~*~*~
 
 
Buffy couldn't stop the shaking that was coursing through her body, nor the images of horror that flashed over her mother's features upon hearing she was a vampire. Her demon raged, how dare her own mother reject her in such a manner. Yeah, she kinda expected it from her Watcher, and maybe even Xander, but her mother... No!, she thought as a pout formed across her lips. Spike watched the petite blonde to the right of him, he wished he could ease her pain. But he couldn't, a sire/childe bond only went so far. So he did the next best thing he knew, placing his arm around her slim shoulders he hugged her towards him.
 
 
Buffy instantly calmed from her sire's embrace, it was as if he was the cool water that extinguished her raging inferno. Neither one spoke on their way back to the mansion, lost in their own thoughts. Spike hoped Buffy didn't give into her demon's request for vengeance at the atrocity passed down upon it. How blind and gullible the ex-slayer was to believe the words of the council of wankers, taking what they said as fact, as if they were infallible.
 
 
Buffy had bit down upon their definition of good and evil since she first found out she was the chosen one, and started to slay. Never once did she question them, ask how they knew that vampires and other demons where truly evil. Even when she first met Spike, and she could see the love he had for his sire, it never once occurred to her to ask Giles how was this even possible.
 
 
Even Angel had told her that vampires were cold heartless creatures, deserving nothing but a dusty ending to their evil existence. And who was she to question him, duh, he was a vampire, he knew his own kind, right... wrong. But now Buffy knew, she knew Angel was a bigot to his own kind. So ashamed of the acts he committed as Angelus, he hid and repressed what he truly was.
 
 
A vampire, a hunter, a creature of the night, something of beauty, one that should be feared. Something she liked being, she was finally free of life's restraints and the responsibility of being the slayer. No longer walking around with “SLAYER” written on her forehead, or an expiration date looming over her head. Her eyes had been opened, she really should thank Drusilla.
 
 
But beyond that, above all that she was told, Buffy knew and she could feel she was the same person she was before her re-birth. Well not exactly, cause hot public car sex, so wasn't happening before she was turned. But vampires kept some portion of their souls upon changing. It wasn't one hundred percent there, but the essence of what made Buffy, Buffy was there.
 
 
The whole guilt issue towards feeding upon humans was gone, but guilt towards one's vampiric family was there, the same with loyalty, love, jealousy, and other emotions. She couldn't fathom how blind she had been. But would you deliberately inform your chosen one, that the creatures she dusted every night could feel emotions much like the living.
 
 
Buffy would just have to approach her mother when she was alone, not with a stuffy British watcher glaring over her shoulder. She just had to believe that Buffy was the same girl she was three days ago.
 
 
Both blondes paused in their steps, Spike turned to face Buffy, “Looks like Angelus has another childe.”
 
 
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Willow drifted towards the muffled voices that seemed to be all around her. Her head was pounding, her mouth was dry, and her body hurt, she had never felt pain like this before. It was if her limbs had ceased to move for a long period of time. That though cause Willow to sit up right with a start.
 
 
Oh god, Angelus!
 
 
The images from the school's computer lab came flashing back into her minds eye. Angelus' twisted smile, the taunts he whispered into her ear, and then he bit her. Her pale trembling hand reached for her neck.
 
 
Darla and Drusilla stilled their movements watching, observing their newly risen fledgling. Taking in the contortion of her features as she processed what had happened to her.
 
 
“She is very pretty.” Darla commented leaning into the dark haired vampiress' ear, who nodded her head in agreement. Drusilla was still bewitched with her, and she couldn't wait until Willow snapped out of her daze to play with her.
 
 
'Oh goodness!' Angel did it, he turned her, Willow moved her hand over her jugular vein, where she should feel it's pulse. But there was nothing, that's when she noticed she wasn't breathing either. A sob tore through her chest, she was dead, she was evil, she was soulless. Could someone just be nice and stake her now?
 
 
“Little sister seems to be distressed.”
 
 
Drusilla sang as a smirk played on her lips. Willow remembered the voices she heard upon waking and turned her attention towards them, she was greeted by the two master vampires.
 
 
Willow regarded the pair before her, Drusilla was lounging next to her, draped in a deep red sheer robe, that fanned open around her legs, covering the area of the bed were she laid. Darla sat at the redhead's feet idly playing with her toes, gazing upon her nude form.
 
 
Willow shrank back at her state of undress as Dru reach across stilling her hand. As if to read the thoughts that danced around in her head, she wanted nothing more than to cover herself. The dark haired vampire's eyes seemed to come alive, dancing with mirth.
 
 
“It's ok little plum, let big sis make it all better.” Drusilla cooed leaning over licking a trail up Willow's cheek.
 
 
Darla followed suit ghosting her hands over the fledgling's legs, stopping at the nest of curls guarding her sex. Willow momentarily forgot she no longer needed to breath as her breath hitched in her throat. Drusilla captured her lips in a bruising kiss, nibbling on them with blunt teeth, she bit down hard causing blood to trickle forth. Willow couldn't help the protest of pain that escaped her mouth, or the arousal her demon felt. But it was wrong, very wrong, she couldn't do this, couldn't feel even this remotely turned on.
 
 
But she did and she was, she felt herself growing wetter from the nipping and sucking the ravin haired vampire was ushering upon her lips. Drusilla's facial bones shifted calling forth her demon visage, running her tongue over her elongated fang causing blood to ooze forth. Willow's demon lurched at the offered prize, and she began to suck greedily at the cool pink flesh, pulling it back into her mouth.
 
 
Drusilla's hand brushed over Willow's pale rosy nipple, flicking and twirling it, coaxing it to a hardened peak. As a hiss escaped Willow's lips followed by Dru's knife like nail sliced a thin slit across her right breast. Transfixed the red head watched as the vampire lowered her head, tracing the red liquid with her tongue.
 
 
Darla wasted no time, slipping her finger beyond the curls and into the silken folds of her gran-childe's sex. Willow's hips bucked up off the mattress from the invasion, and the sensations that were coursing through her body. The ex-computer geek's body felt as if it were set ablaze, from the ministrations that both master vampires were visiting upon her supple form.
 
 
~*~*~*~*~
 
 
Travers was sitting at his desk going over some old tomes when there was a knock at the door. Slanting the book but not placing it down he peered over the edge.
 
 
“Come in.”
 
 
The dark haired woman stuck her head into the room, afraid to proceed the rest of the way inside the office.
 
 
“Well, speak. What have you to say?”
 
 
“T-t-t-the phone, it's for you.” The head watcher rolled his eyes releasing a sigh. The daft bint came all the way in here to tell him there was a pending phone call for him. Sometimes he felt with each passing generation the watchers got dumber. Must be that American influence, satellite TV was never a good thing to begin with.
 
 
“Thank you. That is all,” he commented waving his hand in the air as a king dismissing one of his subjects. Waiting until the door closed behind him, Travers reached for the phone.
 
 
“This is Travers. What can I do for you?”
 
 
The man's features darkened as he listened to the voice on the phone, those two small words uttered carried so much with them. Hanging up the phone he rose from his chair.
 
 
Quentin Travers exited his office walking past his secretary, and walked down the red carpeted hallways, passing portraits of previous head council members. Coming to a stop he placing his hands upon the ornate door handles that graced the large oak doors, with a flick of the wrist they flew open. Travers walked into the room and around the large circular conference table that greeted him. Twenty chairs accompanied the table, and shelves of books lined the walls.
 
 
The air was heavy with dust, since the room was barely used, only for extreme emergencies that called the councils most revered members to arms. The elderly watcher walked over to the head chair, it was encased in worn dark brown leather. He dusted the light curtain of dust away and sat down. Turning to the wooden box to his left, Travers flipped the lid up. Inside sat a red button surrounded by blue velvet like covering.
 
 
With a resounding sigh he placed his index finger down on it, as it sent out silent waves to those awaiting its call.
 
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