~Part 8~ Cold and Dark

Anya awoke with a start.  Her teeth chattered.  She looked to her side.  She
was alone in bed.  Again.  Xander was still not back from wherever he had
gone.

"Probably still pouting somewhere", she thought nastily.  He'd been gone for
almost two days, and she had stayed in his apartment both nights hoping he
would show up.  She was horny.

The former vengeance demon shivered.  "Why is it so cold in here?", she
wondered.

Rising from the bed, the woman walked into the living room and gasped.
Every window in the entire apartment was open.  "Good thing Xander lives on
the forth floor, or anybody could have gotten in", she thought.  "Still I
know I didn't do that".

Fear and panic caught the brunette in its grip.  "I have to get out of here,
something's wrong", her mind whispered.

"Hello Anya."

The quiet voice startled Anya.  She froze in place.

"Xander?", she squeaked.  Relief coursed through her body and she rushed
forward to hug her errant boyfriend.  He was harmless, there certainly was
nothing to fear here.

The dark haired man did not return her embrace, and Anya backed away in
confusion. His customary goofy grin, looked strangely menacing.

"Xander, why are you so cold?", she asked referring both to his temperature
and the aloof manner he was acting.

Xander grinned, and a small lamp by the couch was suddenly switched on.

The former demon blinked, momentarily blinded.  When her eyes finally
focused again, they widened in horror and understanding.

Druscilla, Spike and Willow were all sitting on the couch.  The tall
vampiress sat on her blond Childe's lap.  Spike's hand was buried far up her
skirt.  Anya didn't have to wonder what he was doing, Druscilla's dreamy
face told the story.  Willow, however simply smirked at her.

Icy pinpricks of fear danced up Anya's spine.  She turned towards her
boyfriend, the woman formerly known as Anyanka was scared out of her mind.

Xander stalked forward.  "Mmmm", he groaned, "smell that fear everybody."

Anya's mouth opened to scream, but faster than her eye could see, her
boyfriend's fist struck her hard.  Her head snapped painfully to the side
and she crumbled to the floor, tears in her eyes.

>From the sofa, moans of pleasure grew louder.  Peals of delight rose from
Druscilla when Xander's boot clad foot connected with Anya's ribs.  The
brunette's mind tried to distance itself from the pain.  All she could think
of as her boyfriend beat her, was that Willow was finger fucking herself in
time to the blows.

Great, choking sobs racked Anya's body as Xander continued to rain down blow
after vicious blow.

Her ribs cracked, her face burned, her vision was becoming dark and hazy.
Just when she thought unconsciousness would save her from feeling anymore,
Xander ceased.

"Bitch!", he shouted, and spat in her face.

"You will never again belittle me, never again embarass me, never again
bother me with your pathetic whining."

Grabbing Anya by the arm, Xander cruelly wrenched her upwards, dislocating
it in the process.  The dark haired vampire's lips curved, as he covered the
former vengeance demon's mouth to quell her screams.

The young vampire admired his handiwork.  Wanting to see more of her bruised
flesh, Xander ripped the nightgown off of Anya's trembling body.  He
grinned.

"Hurt her Xander", Willow moaned.

Xander smirked and winked at the redhead.

He leaned Anya against the wall, and raised the dislocated arm again.  The
dark haired woman whimpered in pain, and Xander could feel his cock harden
at the bitch's delicious sounds.

"Don't move now", he growled threateningly in Anya's ear.

Abruptly, he rammed a railroad spike through her wrist, pinning her arm to
the wall.  He cocked his head, enjoying Anya's gurgle of pain and Dru's
shout of ecstasy.  His hard on throbbed.

Grabbing another spike from his pocket, Xander raised Anya's other arm and
pounded it too through the bone and tissue of her wrist.  She was
essentially crucified.

Unzipping his jeans, the vampire jerked roughly on his cock and then wrapped
the almost unconscious girl's legs around his waist.  Mercilessly, he
pounded into her dry channel.  His true face emerged as he felt her flesh
tear and bleed.  Xander swallowed her cries with his cool mouth and sharp
teeth.

The young Childe continued to thrust even after he'd come with a roar. The
last thing Anya ever saw was Xander's ridged visage as her life's blood was
stolen away, Willow's sighs of pleasure the only soundtrack to her death.
 

~Part 9~ The Silent Dark

Buffy wandered through the cemetary on patrol.  She tossed a stake from one
hand to the other, and wondered where Spike was.  Lately he'd been showing
up and coming with her.  She smiled, remembering what they usually did after
a night of slaying.

The blond Slayer hated to even think it, but Faith was right, slaying made
you hot.

Buffy had just staked her third fledgling when she heard them.  Police
sirens.  Lots of police sirens.  Breaking into a jog, the petite Slayer
followed the noise.

She gasped as she reached her destination.  She was in front of the building
Willow and Tara lived in.  Panic swelled in her breast.

Knowing the police, would not let her in, Buffy went around back and peered
into her friend's apartment.  The first thing she was was blood.  Lots of
blood.  It was everywhere.  There was even a bloody smear on the window.
The next thing she saw was Tara.  Or at least, what remained of the witch's
ravaged and torn body.

Buffy's stomach roiled.  She smiled grimly when she managed not to puke.

To her relief, Willow was not there.  "Maybe nothing happened to her", she
thought.  "But where would she be at this hour?"  The Slayer glanced at her
watch.  It was almost three in the morning.

Buffy dug into her pocket for her cellphone and dialed Xander's number from
memory.  "He'd know where Willow was", she guessed.

Surprised when she got no answer, Buffy headed to her other friend's
apartment.

The jog over took ten minutes.  As she rode the elevator Buffy took out the
extra key Xnder had given her, out of her boot.

Cautiously, the small blond unlocked and opened the door.  Silence and
darkness greeted her.

"Xander! Anya!", she called.  No answer.

Her hand felt along the wall for the light switch.  Buffy flicked it on and
found herself staring straight at the bloodied, crucified corpse of Xander's
girlfriend.

The Slayer took great gasping breaths in an attempt to calm herself.  She
failed.  The bleached blond fell on her knees on the carpet and vomited.

Tears streamed down her face.  "Who would do such a thing?"
 
 

~10~ Heart of Darkness

Angel stared at the dead, naked body of his friend.  "I'm so sorry Wesley",
he whispered.

The dark haired vampire noted the crusted semen the ex-watcher's cock
and stomach, and the dried blood that had congealed on the carpet beneath
his head.

Angel frowned as he catalogued Wesley's wounds.  There was something he
wasn't seeing.  And then suddenly the dark vampire noticed.  His eyes.
Wesley's eyes were gone.  They'd been plucked out of his eye sockets.  Angel
shook his head.

"Now there's symbolism", he thought irreverently.  "The former watcher would
never watch anything ever again.  Not even in death."

Even as the vampire's soul mourned for his friend, he could feel his demon's
glee.

Angelus pounded against the bars which held him captive.  Soul bars.  He
could feel the soul weaken.  The line between soul and demon was fading,
becoming fuzzy.  The demon smirked forcing his thoughts into the forefront
of Angel's mind.  "Well at least Wes went out having a bit of fun."

An incongruous smile formed of its own volition on the handsome vampire's
face.  Abruptly Angel realized what he'd unconsciously been doing.  Turning
in anger, he brutally punched a hole in the wall.

He had to get out of here.  Fast.  The place reeked of blood, sex and death.
Angel could feel his cock grow hard.  He growled and left quickly, racing
the coming of day.

~~~~
~ Sunnydale

"There's no bloody way we're making it to L.A. tonight Dru.  It takes almost
3 hours to get there and its almost sunrise", Spike bit out in annoyance.

He wanted to be in L.A. tonight.  He wanted the fucking chip in his head
gone.

Watching Xander's inventive brutalizing of the former demon girl, had made
the blond vampire jealous. Spike was the Big Bad and he was tired of having
to act like a nancy boy to survive.

Druscilla ignored her oldest Childe.  "Come along Spikey, you'll make us
late.  We'll have wings.  We'll fly.  It will be fast, so quick."

Xander lit a cigarette and pulled the smoke into his dead lungs.  His arm
wound it way around Willow's slim waist.  He pulled his lifelong bud to him
and growled in appreciation and lust as she daintily licked Anya's blood
from his hands.

He groaned in pleasure.  "Who knew Wills was this twisted?  She likes the
taste of blood and she's not even a vamp yet."

The dark haired vampire hissed in frustration.  He desperately wanted to
bury himself in Willow's warm, willing body.  But Druscilla had forbidden
it.  His Sire was convinced that Willow was the key to bringing back her
Angel.  That Willow would be her new mummy.

Xander forced his body to calm itself.  Shrugging, he leaned back and
continued to enjoy Willow's ministrations as she licked him clean of blood.
He glanced at the little redhead and smirked.  She was looking right at him.
  There was a wicked gleam in her eyes that made him chuckle.  "Why that
little skank knows exactly what she's doing", he thought.

Xander chuckled.  "Tease."

Willow's lips curved wickedly.

The young vampire grinned goofily, looking for a second like the Xander of
old.

They were headed to the nearest airport.  Wolfram and Hart had a private
plane waiting for them.  Apparently the law firm hadn't really given a shit
that Darla and Dru had eaten a bunch of their lawyers.

Willow sighed, the blood was all gone.  The witch glanced out of the
vehicle's window.  The sky was no longer dark and filled with light, purple
and red light painted the horizon.

"You'd better step on it Spike.  I don't want to have to suck you three up
in a dustbuster."

Spike snorted.

Willow was breathless, excited.  She was going to see Angel.  She frowned
abruptly as a new thought interrupted her giddy mood.  "He won't want me.
I'm a killer now." In fact, Willow was pretty sure she was probably
psychopathic.  "Still", she mused, "Angelus will absolutely love me.  I just
know it.  If he didn't she would make him."

She giggled quietly, leaning back and laying her head back against the seat
of the car.

"Such fun", the red witch murmured, "hadn't dear, sweet Tara been
surprised."

"Angel will be surprised too", she knew.

As they neared the airport, Willow's thoughts went further inward.  "Who
knew being bad could be so much damned fun?"

~11~ Dark Thoughts

Sunlight poured through the Magic Box's windows.  Motes of dust hung
suspended in the beams of light.

Giles stared at them unseeingly as he listened to his Slayer's story.

Xander and Willow were missing, and Tara and Anya were dead.

Giles shuddered in distaste, at the descriptions Buffy gave of both girls'
deaths and the states of their bodies.  Neither had died pleasantly.

The former Watcher felt the pain in his head swell to new, epic proportions.
  His eyes were bleary and he was worried.

Giles massaged his temples with his index fingers, worry for Willow and
Xander in the forefront of his mind.  Buffy and her friends were like his
children.  The only children he was likely to ever to have.

He opened his blue-grey eyes and stared at the tired, tear stained face of
the petite blond Slayer.

"So you say Spike is missing as well", the man began.  He sighed, steepling
his fingers.  "And Anya was crucified to the wall of the apartment with
railroad spikes."

Buffy's hazel eyes flashed.  "Spike didn't do this.  His chip wouldn't have
allowed it."  The words burst from her lips in a torrent.

"It may have malfunctioned."

"No", the Slayer said stubbornly.

The small woman laid a hand on those of her Watcher.

"Giles what do we do?"

"I don't know Buffy, I really don't know."

~~~~

~L.A.

Cordelia paced around in her apartment awaiting nightfall.  She glanced
about the room in frustration.  She hated feeling trapped.

Her Sire lay sleeping on Cordelia's bed.  Darla looked innocently beautiful
in sleep.

The young vampiress stifled the urge to snort disdainfully.  The thought of
Darla looking innocent under any circumstances was laughable.  Idly, the
Seer wondered what had happened to Dennis the phantom.  Since she'd been
turned he had been oddly quiet.  She sighed, her mind immediately turning to
more important issues.

Her eyes strayed to the body by that of her Sire on her bed.  Charles Gunn's
face was turned towards the ceiling, his sightless eyes gazing into the
unknown.

It had been easy to lure him here.  After all he and Cordelia had been
sleeping together for weeks when Angel fired them all.

All Cordelia had had to do was phone him, flirt and request a rendezvous.

The tall brunette was angry.  Darla had snatched Gunn's death away from her.

The smaller, elder vampire had allowed Cordelia to seduce him, unclothe him
and lead him to the bed.  But once, the former May Queen had blind folded
Gunn, Darla had shoved her away.

Her blond Sire had speared Delia with a glance.  The Seer realized that she
was being made to watch, and was not being allowed to participate.

She'd watched quietly and with mounting anger as her Sire had ridden the
blind folded young man to orgasm.  Darla had then drained Gunn to the brink
of death and snapped his neck.

"Gunn had been hers", Cordelia's mind raged.  And the death that Darla had
given him had no imagination, no poetry.

The young vampiress grinned suddenly.  His death had been nothing like
Wesley's.  It had been Cordelia's idea to pluck out his eyes.  It had been
her idea to leave Angel Wesley's glasses.

The brunette sniffed disdainfully.  She wondered how Angelus had put up with
Darla for so long.

The Seer didn't plan to deal with Darla nearly as long.

Delia stared at the elder vampire and licked her lips.  "No", she thought,
"I won't be dealing with Mommy all that much longer.  No not at all."
 

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