~Part 16~ Dark Horizons

~Sunnydale

Giles stared at the phone in his hands in frustration and confusion.  "I
can't believe the boy hung up on me", the former watcher thought.  "Xander
and Willow had some serious explaining to do".  He hadn't even been able to
tell them of their girlfriend's mysterious and bloody deaths.  He sighed, he
was actually rather glad he hadn't had a chance, truth be told.

His Slayer interrupted his musings.

"Giles are they okay?  What happened?  Where are Willow and Xander?  Is
Spike with them?"

Exasperated, Giles held up his hand to stop the tiny blond's flow of words.

"Xander said they were fine.  All he explained was that there was some sort
of emergency involving Druscilla in L.A., and that Angel had needed help".

Buffy blinked back tears.  "But they didn't want me there?  Is that it?"

Giles pinched the bridge of his nose in tired frustration.  "I don't know
Buffy.  He hung up before I could get any more details.  All I know is that
they're coming back tomorrow.  You can ask them yourself".

The blond Slayer nodded and left the Magic Box with slumped shoulders.

"It was late", she thought, "I should be with mom and Dawn".

~~~~

~L.A. (the Wolfram and Hart safehouse):

Xander stared at the cowering body of his little human toy.  After Spike had
returned de-chipped, dominance had been established and Druscilla left limp
and satisfied in bed.  Then, the two male vampires had gone hunting.

The little blond girl crawling into a corner of the room had been one of
Xander's catches that night.  On some level, the naked girl reminded him of
the Slayer and he had been exceedingly cruel.  It was one reason for the
severity of the bluish-purple bruises with decorated her flesh.

Spike smirked, the young vampire was amusing.  He took a drag off of his
fag, enjoying the nicotine swirling through his system.

A sudden crack echoed throughout the room and Spike realized that Xander had
tired of his game and snapped his toy's neck.

"Bored, pet?", the blond vampire asked.

Xander nodded, "I miss Wills, she could have done such beautiful things with
my little toy."  The young vampire snorted and kicked the still warm corpse
out of his path.

Druscilla rose and lounged on a chair.  She was staring at the small black
cellphone, as if willing it to ring.  "Grandmummy hasn't called".  The dark
beauty glanced at Spike.  "Why hasn't my Darla called?  I don't hear her
anymore."

Bloody tears welled up in Druscilla's eyes.  "Her song is silent...."

Spike rolled his eyes and said nothing.

The addled vampiress suddenly smiled.  Her tears forgotten.  She rose from
the chair and began to sway slowly.  Her long skirt swirled about her
slender form.

"Daddy's back, Daddy's back, Daddy's back."

Spike's scarred eyebrow rose, while Xander growled.  "Angelus."

The blond vampire's laugh echoed throughout the room.  He'd known Angel
couldn't resist Red.  That chit was bloody special.  Hell, the wanker spent
most of his time obsessing over how to get close to her when he'd lost the
soul the first time.

Well he hoped Peaches had gotten a little less crazy this time around.
Spike still couldn't understand what possessed his Grandsire to try to make
hell on earth.  The blond snorted, "Shit, he probably just flipped when he
realized he'd lost the soul cause he'd fucked the Slayer."

Spike stubbed his cigarette out on the carpet.  "Lucky bastard", he thought,
"he's probably fucking Red right now".

~~~~

Angelus picked up the unconscious redhead.  He smiled as her breathing
changed and became regular.  She was asleep.  His lips remained slightly
curved.  He'd always known that Willow's innocence hid a passionate, fiery
side.

The dark vampire was aware that something about the sleeping girl was
different.  He suspected magic was involved, but frankly, since it had led
to her freeing him and being in his arms; he didn't give a damn.  He had his
mate.

Resolutely, Angelus decided to carry the young woman to his bedroom.  He
grinned.  "Angel didn't need it anymore after all", he thought.  Silently,
he made his way up the stairs

The vampire walked down the hall and noticed that the door to his room
wasn't completely closed.  Cautiously, Angelus pushed the door completely
open, aware that he carried precious cargo.  He started in surprise,
Cordelia lay asleep on his bed.

He chuckled.  "Now how could I forget the lovely Delia", he wondered.  For
the first time he had a sister.  A cunning, smartass, vicious sister who
also happened to be stacked.  Angelus licked his lips. "This could be
interesting", he thought.

The elder vampire placed the sleeping redhead on the bed next to Cordelia.
He watched in amusement as the two women snuggled into each other.  The
sound of Willow's heartbeat resounded loudly in his ears suddenly.  Angelus
frowned, he really had to fix that.

Cordelia's large, hazel eyes opened.  She had been awake for some time.  She
had wondered how Angelus would deal with her presence, now that he was back
in control and Angel was gone.

She stared at the gorgeous vampire as he gazed down at Willow's resting
form.

"She still breathes", Cordelia remarked.

Angelus blinked.  "Yes."

"Claim her and make her your mate before we join your childer.  Willow is
much too tempting and powerful to allow to fall into another's hands."

The elder vampire growled angrily at the thought of anyone else touching his
mate.  He nodded shortly at Delia, acknowledging without words that she was
right.

He stared at the brunette, and watched as she removed her clothing once
more.  The fact that she was even clothed made him wonder idly how long
Cordelia had left them sleeping on the floor.

Angelus' lips curved wickedly, as he felt his cock harden at the sight of
the two naked beauties in his bed.

The tall, dark haired vampire crawled up the bed and settled between the two
females.  Cordelia's hand reached out and moved Willow's red hair away from
the witch's neck.

As Angelus bit into Willow's neck and drained her essence from her body,
Cordelia lay spooned against his back.

The Seer smiled brightly and cuddled against her big brother.  She couldn't
wait for Willow to wake up.

Angelus had several interesting ideas on how they could spend the time.

~Part 17~ Dark Reckoning

The next night, Spike sat bruised and bloodied, staring in ill-concealed
annoyance at his Grandsire.  He still couldn't believe the bastard showed up
and just taken up where he had left off all those years ago.  At least he'd
gotten to punch that smug look off of Angelus' face when he'd first shown up
at the safehouse.

Spike grinned crookedly, conveniently forgetting that his Grandsire had
retailiated quite effectively.

Angelus sat comfortably in one of the Wolfram and Hart private jets.  Willow
was perched on his lap, happily sucking face with the Seer.

Spike shook his head in disbelief. Unlife just wasn't fair.  "Who would have
thought the Cheerleader would make such a tasty vampire?", he thought.  "And
why did the right bloody bastard get all the best women?"

The dark, elder vampire watched his mate and their consort.  They were
driving him crazy.  Angelus smirked, aware that Spike was staring at his
women.  He found it amusing.  They were his and the blond vampire was sorely
mistaken if he thought his Grandsire would share.

Angelus shifted in his seat, causing Willow's firm ass to press against his
rapidly growing arousal.  He hissed quietly through clenched teeth.

Green eyes peered up at him, glittering mischeviously.  Willow giggled,
enjoying her mate's discomfort.

"Feeling alright there brother dear?", Cordelia chimed in, causing Willow to
dissolve into another fit of barely constrained laughter.

Angelus growled, "You two will pay for that".

"Well I certainly hope so honey", Willow said.  The redhead turned to their
consort.  The two women began to speak quietly, occassionally reaching out
to lightly caress each other.

The formerly ensouled vampire sighed, running his hands through his hair.
"What I wouldn't give right now for a king sized bed, and my mate naked.
Hmmm... better yet, my mate and our consort naked.  Maybe bound....", he
mused, getting wrapped up in a fantasy.  He shook his head in an effort to
clear it.

Trying to get his mind off of his lust, Angelus looked around the cabin of
the plane.

Xander sat on the floor between Druscilla's legs.  The raven haired
vampiress hummed a stilted melody, while idly rifling her newest Childe's
hair.  Xander was practically purring with happiness.

Angelus' watched his beautiful, insane Childe.  She always managed to
surprise him.  He admitted grudgingly to himself that Xander appeared to
have taken to his demon, much better than his goofy, mortal persona
indicated.  Still, it was not a choice he himself would have made.  Then
again, he would never have turned Spike.  Where Angelus had simply seen a
boring, bespectacled man on the street all those years ago; Druscilla had
seen greatness.

Druscilla had surprised him in one other respect.  The looney vampiress had
taken the news of Darla's death in stride.  He had seen the flash of pain
the news of her Childe's death had caused, but she had quickly pushed it
aside.  He was aware that on some level, Dru had probably already known.

When he'd questioned her acceptance, she had simply cooed and stared up at
him with her large doe-like eyes.

"Daddy, it's you I wanted back.  The little red tree and the black queen
accomplished that", Druscilla had stated.  She clapped her hands
enthusiastically and rose up on her toes to kiss his cheek.  "My little girl
would only have been in the way, she still wanted to be your mummy.  I am
happy now.  Blood will run, we will play.  Little birdies will sing in
trees.  It is as it should be."  Then turning, Druscilla had skipped out of
the room.  He had sighed, satisfied that Druscilla meant Cordelia no harm.
 

Angelus wished for the millionth time that he hadn't done quite as good a
job in his "courting" of his raven haired childe.  Her occassional flashes
of lucidity, indicated an agile intelligence and a capacity for deviousness
which made him proud.

He growled impatiently in his chair.  He was bored and tired of being on
this plane.

Druscilla hummed and watched her daddy.  She was aware of his discomfort and
had an idea as to what he was thinking.

She continued to hum wondering where she had left Miss Edith.  She couldn't
wait to introduce her to her new family.  Druscilla's lips curved slightly,
she was quite content.  She had her two favorite childer, her daddy back, a
new mummy and a dear, new auntie with visions like hers.

A new goal was clear to her.  The Slayer would die.

~Part 18~ All Consuming Darkness

It was late night in Sunnydale and Spike searched for the Slayer.  He
couldn't wait to see Slutty and end what had begun four years before.  His
lips curved slightly around his cigarette.

"I'm gonna bag me, my third Slayer", the blond vampire thought cockily.
"Still the chit was a good lay.  Maybe I'll bag her in more than one way
tonight for old times sake."

He was walking through his third cemetery of the night when he heard what he
was looking for.  The sound of fighting.

Coming around the corner of a mausoleum.  Spike was greeted by the sight of
the small blond Slayer beating two large male vampires to a pulp.

He smirked idly and continued puffing on his fag.  Even though she was the
enemy, Spike had to admit the girl was a piece of work.  Buffy fought
beautifully.

One of the vampires ducked suddenly as his companion was thrown over his
head and into the mausoleum wall.  The burly vamp landed with an "oof".
Casually, Spike leaned over and staked the fledgling.

Continuing to watch Buffy spar with the remaining vampire, Spike realized
that the blond was playing with the him.  He cocked his head and grinned.
"The bint certainly had a little violent streak didn't she", the British
vampire mused.

Spike observed as Buffy made her killing blow, whipping a stake seemingly
from nowhere, and thrusting it into the male vampire with deadly efficiency.

Taking that as his cue, Spike clapped enthusiastically in the silent
graveyard.  The sound echoed off cold marble and stone.

Buffy turned, her eyes lighting up with glee.  "Spike", she squealed,
"you're back."  The tiny woman bounded over the bleached blond and launched
herself into his arms.

"Where are Willow and Xander?", she asked.

The de-chipped vampire tamped down the urge to laugh out loud.  "Well right
about now I expect their visiting the Watcher.  They were anxious to tell
him the whole story pet."

The Slayer nodded.  "Tara and Anya are dead.  Giles and I had no idea if
they knew..."

"Of course they do pet.  That's the reason we all took off to help Peaches.
We tracked the demon that did it there.  It was Druscilla.  She was up to
her old tricks.  She wanted her Daddy back", Spike said mockingly, rolling
his eyes.

"Oh", Buffy said quietly.

Spike kept his face solemn with difficulty.  "Jesus, the bint was
oblivious", he thought. He'd pulled that little story out of his ass.  If
she only used her brain for once, she'd realize it was chock full of holes.

The next thing he knew Buffy's lips were on his, her tongue thrusting deeply
into the recesses of his cool mouth.

The Slayer's small skirt rode up her thighs with every roll of her hips, and
Spike realized the girl wasn't wearing knickers.

He kept silent but wanted to crow in triumph.  "This was classic.  He'd get
to boff the Slayer one last time before he drained the life out of her.

~~~~

Buffy became unable to think coherently as Spike's fingers wedged their way
between their bodies to trace her moist slit.  She didn't even notice how
rough the blond vampire was being.  Not even when he slammed her up against
the mausoleum wall.  If she had been paying attention, she may have realized
that the chip in his head would have prevented his actions.  However, all
the blond could think of, was that she was getting laid.

The petite woman moaned in pleasure as Spike's fingers danced along her
clit.  He was making her crazy.  Buffy wanted so badly to cum.  She wanted
him inside of her.

Impatiently the Slayer reached between their bodies and fumbled with the
zipper of Spike's jeans.  She smiled when his cold, hard cock filled her
small hand.

Spike groaned.  "Cor, she may be the bloody Slayer, but a good lay was a
good lay.  Too bad she wasn't nearly as good as Xander or he'd consider
keeping her around for a while", he thought.

Hurriedly, the British vampire pushed his way inside of Buffy, making sure
to slam her violently into the wall with every thrust.

"Ow, Spike my head.  That hurt", the Slayer whined.

"Aww... sorry 'bout that pet.  Careless of me."

Grinning openly now, Spike continued to cruelly pound into the blond,
smashing her against the wall.

What cracked him up the most was that she was getting off on the pain too.

Buffy's hazel eyes widened.  "Spike", she gasped, "I'm cumming!"

Spike groaned, he could feel his balls tighten up with his own impending
release.  And as Buffy shouted his name in ecstasy, he allowed his true face
to emerge.

Shock and fear mingled with the pleasure which had just racked Buffy's body,
as Spike's dead seed shot into her womb.  Then, everything went black.

The vampire disentagled himself from the Slayer's limp limbs.  He shook his
head in mock disapproval.  One hard slam of her head against the mausoleum,
and she was out for the count.  He was almost disappointed.  Almost, but not
quite.

"Tsk. Tsk", he chided, slinging the still from of the girl over his shoulder
like a sack of potatoes.

He walked away whistling, never noticing the smear of blood and blond hair
which now decorated the tomb's wall.

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