COLDFIRE (1/?)
"M-mistress?" The soft spoken voice called out as the young girl
tentatively entered the vampire lair, her eyes darting nervously around
for any stray minion that happened to be lurking in the shadows.
Granted it was highly doubtful that any of the master's minions would
dare try to snack on her, it was common knowledge after all that she was
the property of the master's mate. However that protection didn't
always extend to fledglings new to the lair and didn't know all of the
rules. Rules like the young blonde mortal belonged solely to the
mistress and anyone daring to touch what belonged to the mistress prayed
for a swift death that only a staking would grant.
"In here luvy," a faintly accented voice called out from the room at the
end of the main corridor that had once served as a grand ballroom some
one hundred years ago.
Stepping into the room, Tara kept her eyes carefully on her mistress
blocking out all other activity in the room although she could still
hear the sounds of one of the minions being tortured with a cross and
holy water. 'It seems the master is bored again', Tara noted absently
making a mental note to check into having the satellite dish fixed; the
master was going to start running out of minions soon if he didn't get
his Passion fix sometime in the very near future. Pushing aside
thoughts of her master, for the time being, it wouldn't do for her to
ever stop thinking about her "owners" all together, it tended to annoy
the master if he wasn't the center of most of her thoughts.
"You have something for me, my beautiful Tara?" Drusilla purred out, a
wide grin on her face as she studied her mortal childe. The young witch
had been so ever helpful since that night two years ago when Drusilla
had claimed her. Ms. Edith had been right when she said draining or
turning the mortal would not help them get daddy back. And it had
gotten so boring watching daddy run around with the nasty smelling
slayer and her little friends. It just wasn't proper like, her angel
belonged here in the lair with her and Spikey and she would get her
daddy back one way or another.
"Y-yes, mistress, I found it in the Watcher's book", Tara replied
kneeling in front of Dru's chair and laying her head on the vampire's
lap. "I-it's the complete curse... I had to memorize it fast, the
Watcher doesn't like too many people studying that particular book. It
tells of a clause in the curse."
"Clause, luvy?" Dru questioned running a hand through the mortal's
hair, her mind already working, the stars had told her much of what her
Tara-pet had found out in the Watcher's home. But her little one had
worked so hard to get the information that she didn't want to take the
child's achievement from her...so she would let her Tara-pet tell her
what she knew and act all surprised and pleased at the news.
"Yes, if he ever has a moment of pure happiness the curse is broken."
"Happiness, pet?" Spike questioned noting with pleasure the way his
voice made the mortal girl jump. He had grown tired of making the
hapless minion scream once he has caught her scent. While he wasn't
sure what his dark princess saw in the girl, he did see the logic in
keeping such a powerful young witch in their service. She added a lot
of power to his small little clan and gave them an edge most clans
didn't have. Besides in a few years, when Dru was ready to give up the
little mortal, he had plans to turn her. He already had a request from
one of San Diego's larger clans for the girl, apparently one of Mario's
lieutenants had taking a liking to the girl and wanted her as a mate.
It would be a good match between the two and only serve to strengthen
his influence in the area even further.
"Y-y-yes master. If he has one moment of pure happiness the curse is
broken.....he'll also become self-destructive, a f-form of madness will
take over so he will kill himself." Tara added unconsciously shifting
closer to Dru at Spike's annoyed growl.
"Tara-pet do you know a spell that will take away the madness?" Dru
asked lightly; enjoying her little pet's fear for a moment.
"N-no mistress but I think Willow may know... she has the old gypsy's
notes on the curse. She is toying with them trying to make his soul
permanent as a gift to him. T-the Watcher doesn't know she has them."
"The gypsy", Dru growled lowly her eyes flashing yellow/gold for a
moment in thought, remembering killing the bitch shortly after Ms. Edith
told her about the other woman's attempt to make daddy's soul
permanent.. "Tara-pet can you get me those notes?"
"I can try mistress, I think she will let me have a copy if I ask."
Tara replied after a moment her mind already working on the half-truth
she would tell her friend to get at the notes. It wouldn't really be
lying, she would be trying to find a way to help the cursed vampire just
not in the way the redhead would like. But she couldn't think about
betraying her friend and the others, all that mattered was pleasing her
owners, to do otherwise would be unspeakable.
"Yes you do that pet." Spike said with an evil little smile, eager to
have his sire back in the family. It had gotten really old watching the
great poof running around with that slutty little Slayer; disgracing his
entire line by helping her kill his own kind. But all that was about to
change, he could taste it in the air, soon Angelus would be back and
they would paint the town red. Although he was a bit puzzled by Dru's
claims that they were getting a new sister and daddy was bringing home
a
pet of his own to play with. But only if Spikey was good was he going
to be allowed to play with daddy's little pet. Pushing aside Dru's
confusing words spoken a few nights ago while the two of them had been
out watching the other dark-haired Slayer, he concentrated on planning
for his sire's return. While he had no problem welcoming Angelus back
he wasn't willing to give up total control of the clan, he had worked
too long and hard to get what little the family had. Things were just
beginning to come together of him and he wasn't about to be pushed
aside, even if Dru claimed that Angelus would be too busy teaching their
new sister and playing with his little pet to interfere with Spike's
plans. He would just have to take the wait and see attitude, until then
he could turn his attention to the little "commando" problem, he had
been lost a few good minions out near the university campus and it was
beginning to annoy him.
COLDFIRE (2/?)
Angel approached the lone figure, dressed in a long white grown, who was
sitting on a swing on the deserted playground of the local elementary
with caution. It wasn't like his youngest childe to be out by herself
without at least one or two minions when Spike wasn't about. That in
itself was troubling, if Spike couldn't find the time to be with his
dark princess then the bleached blonde vampire had to be up to
something.
"Daddy!" Drusilla purred merrily rising from the swing as her sire
approached. "I've been waiting for you. You're late, you should have
been here an hour ago", she scolded shaking a finger at him, as he got
closer. "Someone had been naughty", she sang a wicked little grin
plastered across her face.
"Dru, what are you doing here and where is Spike?" Angel asked not
sensing any of Spike's minions that usually trailed after Drusilla,
something was most definitely happening.
"Spiky has gone to collect my new little sister, but don't worry daddy
he knows that she is for you to turn and won't even take a little sip.
She's to be family after all, and your mate.... you really need a mate
daddy to get your mind off of the nasty smelling Slayer and her
fuddy-duddy Watcher. They are just no fun to be around," Dru exclaimed
a wicked light entering her eyes as she spoke. "And he's even bringing
back your little pet for you so you won't have to go looking for her
later. She is such a nice pet daddy, even Spike thinks so.... but don't
worry my Spike isn't going to take a sip of her either. She is your pet
after all, if you want him to have a taste he can bloody well beg like
a
good little boy."
Angel forced himself to remain calm as tried to decipher her ramblings,
easily recognizing her little "insane" game she liked to play at
whenever she was exceptionally pleased with herself. "Dru I don't want
to make another childe and I don't want a pet", the dark vampire said
his mind running through all the possible scenarios that the two younger
vampires could be up too. The last time Dru paid him a rambling visit
was to deliver the head of Mayor Wilkins on a silver platter. He only
learned later, after Willow hacked into the former-mayor's computer,
that not only was the mayor a wannabe-demon he was also plotting to kill
Angel. Apparently Dru was protecting her sire from the "naught little
man", as Dru had so colourfully put it.
"But daddy you haven't even seen all your prezzies yet! We have
everything ready and you are going to so love you new daughter and pet.
I bet they both are going to scream real loud when you claim them. Can
I watch if I'm real quiet, just once?" she continued taking the older
vampire's hand and began to drag him back to the lair.
Residing himself to follow her, if only to get to the bottom of whatever
Dru had planned. Strangely he knew it wasn't a trap, at least not for
him, and a part of him was curious to see what these "prezzies" were.
And if indeed Spike had gone out and kidnapped some poor girl for him to
turn, he would be in place to rescue her and this other "pet" Drusilla
kept babbling about.
An half an hour later, Angel found himself at the front door of Spike
and Dru's fortress like lair, built sometime in the middle ages and
transplanted brick by brick to the outskirts of Sunnydale by some crazed
multibillionaire back in the late eighteen-hundreds. Although why the
hell someone would want to transplant a medieval fortress to Southern
California was beyond even his understanding.
As the two walked down the corridor leading to the ballroom, Angel felt
his cock stir as images began to form in his mind. He saw himself
sitting on a massive throne, his pants open as a naked mortal crouched
between his legs and was sucking him off. Suddenly stopping in his
tracks he steadied himself with one hand against a stonewall, the images
playing themselves out in his head even as he desperately tried to shake
them off. His cock continued to harden as he saw himself running a hand
lovingly through the girl's hair as she skillfully continued her efforts
to please her "master". And suddenly he knew that is what she was, she
was his, his little fuck toy always eager to please her master like the
good little slut she was.
"No!" Angel growled out as the images continued, of him beating the girl
as he took his pleasure, enjoying her cries for more as he plunged his
fangs deep into her neck as he climaxed. Then suddenly there was pain,
like a white hot poker being plunged into his heart as his soul screamed
in agony one last time before being shattered into millions of pieces.
Clutching his heart, he collapsed against the wall bloody tears running
down his face before the pain passed.
"Daddy?" Drusilla questioned, her eyes glowing with and unholy light,
pleased that she had seen her Angelus' soul shatter as the curse was
forever broken.
"Dru", Angelus purred looking up at his insane childe with an evil light
of his own in his eyes. He wasn't sure that had happened, one moment he
was locked away in that hated "cage" the damn gypsies had thrown him
into nearly a century ago, the next he was back watching his "soul"
forever dissipate. And something told him that his beautiful Drusilla
had something to do with his freedom, he would have to think of a proper
thank you for his youngest childe. Then he remembered something, back
at the playground, Dru had promised him prezzies and a new daughter.
While he wasn't too sure he wanted to make another childe, he couldn't
wait to see this little pet of his and the rest of his gifts.
Walking into the ballroom, Angelus' dark eyes settled on his favourite
childe sitting on the large throne from his vision a naked mortal still
between his feet licking him clean. "It was the only way to break the
nasty curse, you had to have one moment of pure happiness, so Spikey and
my Tara-pet had to make sure you shared in their play time tonight", Dru
explained moving over to the throne, one hand winding itself into the
girl's hair and pulling her up to give her a forceful possessive kiss.
Her little Tara-pet had done very well this night, making her Spikey and
Angelus all nice and hard, she would have to give her little pet a very
nice reward she decided before releasing the girl. "Go to my chambers
pet", she ordered the human before turning back to Angelus.
"Come daddy its time for your prezzies, I want to go reward Tara-pet for
all her hard work, so I won't be watching you with my new little sister
and your little pet tonight. But I will another night, okay?" Dru said
taking her sire's hand and leading him out of the room to the upper
levels. Leading the somewhat stunned vampire up the staircase and down
a dimly lit corridor, "these are your chambers daddy, if you don't like
them we can always move you if you want."
Opening the large oak door and gently pulling him inside she gestured to
one corner of the large master suit, "You're prezzies daddy, I just know
you are going to love them."
Following Dru's gesturing hand, Angelus felt his cock harden even more
at he took in the sight that greeted him. Chained there in the corner,
unconscious was Faith and Willow. "Just the two little cock teases I
wanted to see", he said more to himself then anyone else. His mind
already drawing up all sort of pleasurable things he would do to them
and with them. Then something occurred to him, "You said only one will
be my daughter. Why not both?" he questioned; he wanted them both at
his side and in his bed for the rest of eternity.
"Don't you remember daddy? How the little tree was when her other self
came here? How she had dominated you, made you her little puppy? No,
no the little tree mustn't ever be more powerful when you, my Angelus.
But don't worry we will talk more about this tomorrow, the dark Slayer
is waking and will need you to take care of her", Dru said in a grave
tone, knowing that even if daddy did turn the girl that she would just
have to destroy the redhead. She had made too many plans for the family
to allow the little tree to mess everything up with any of her own plots
for power. It truly was for the best to not turn the redhead, but
Drusilla also knew that her sire would not allow the dark Slayer or the
little witch to leave his side once he had marked them both as his. One
his mate, a true match for him in power and cruelty, Dru couldn't wait
to go hunting with her new sister. The other his little pet, always at
her sire and his mate's sides as the family cemented their control over
the hellmouth. "The little tree will sleep a bit longer, Spikey used
the same tranquilizers on her as the dark-Slayer, it will give you time
with my new sister", Dru said before disappearing out the door leaving
the newly un-souled Angelus with the two girls that had haunted the
dreams of his souled-self over the last several years.
Every since that night in the High School Library when his soul had come
upon the two necking in the book cage, oh how he wanted to break lose
from his prison and claim the two then and there. Placing his mark on
them both as he turned them and molded them into his two little killing
machines forever loyal to only him as he reclaimed his place in the
vampire world, oh the streets would run red when he and his two newest
childer made their presence known throughout the entire world. But Dru
was right about Willow, while he had howled with lust at the vampire
version of the young hacker, he wasn't blind to the signs, he knew she
had the makes of a very powerful vampire. One who would not be content
for long to obey him in all things. Soon enough she would be plotting
to take his place, to replace her sire as the most feared vampire in
history, and that was something he would not allow to happen. Willow
would know who her master was and she would never think of replacing
him, ever.
A slight movement by the dark-haired Slayer caught his attention as she
slowly drifted toward consciousness. 'Ah, Faith', he purred to himself,
noting with pleasure that she had been stripped, possible by Spike
looking for all of the weapons she may be carrying. She reminded him so
much of his beloved Spike, two of a kind in both temperament and
disposition. When he had first seen the girl, he knew he had to have
her. Unlike Spike, she would never be allowed to mate and leave his
bed. She was to be his mate, a perfect match for him once he had taught
her everything he knew. He could see the demon inside of her even as a
Slayer begging to be unleashed and molded.
When the hacker and the dark Slayer had begun their love affair he had
been in a blind rage and almost broke lose from his hated prison. They
were his, he had already claimed them for his own. He knew his childer
would not leave without him at their side, unlike the soul who foolishly
believed the two vampires were just trying to stir up trouble for the
Slayer and her little gang. It was only a matter of time until he could
be free to claim what was his, but the two had gotten involved with each
other without his permission. Taunting and teasing his souled-self at
the Bronze while they practically mated on the dance floor in front of
him. He had wanted to be the one that would direct their first coupling
together, to teach them the joys of pleasure and pain. Well granted he
would be the one to teach them both that part of their education, but he
could still not forgive them going behind his back to find pleasure.
'Ill have to punish them for that', he decided firmly noting that Faith
was finally coming out of it.
"Wakey, wakey Faith... daddy wants to play," he purred slipping into
game face as he steadied her, turning her head to the side as he bite
into her and began to drink. 'Oh yeah baby you're going to be mine
forever', he vowed as the rich Slayer-blood passed through his lips and
down his throat. Already envisioning all the blood and destruction his
newest childe was going to unleash in Sunnydale, he couldn't wait to see
it.
COLDFIRE (3/?)
Angelus carefully laid out his new childe on the massive bed, before
tuning his attention to the redhead still chained in the corner. 'Ah
Willow', he thought taking a moment to study her still face. 'You would
have been my greatest creation', he continued a bit sadly knowing that
turning her was out of the question. Drusilla had been right about that
one; Willow would make a beautifully dangerous demon, but one that would
attempt to replace him if he was not careful and kept her under constant
watch. Still Dru would not of had the girl brought here, waiting for
him upon his return, if there wasn't a way to keep the child at his
side. No Willow would be his, the dark vampire was sure of it, and what
Angelus wanted he always got.
Running one hand down the side of her face, he amused himself with
images of her "training" as his little pet. Well his and Faith's little
pet, he amended, feeling himself hardening at the thought of his newest
childe and his little pet together. Even when he had the hated soul, he
liked watching the two in everything they did. Remembering how his soul
would taunt and torture the demon as they watched to two pleasure each
other. His soul wanted the two as well, but since the demon did too,
the soul refused to do anything about it. Instead jerking himself off
as he watched the two play.
But no more, now he, Angelus, was back and there would be no more just
watching as the two played. No he would be taking a more active role in
their playtime. If not directing it himself, he would be shagging the
two into unconsciousness every night. He couldn't wait to see his mark
on both of them, teaching them to enjoy his touch and his touch alone.
There would be no sharing of his childe and pet, well outside of the
family anyway. Since Spike and Dru were his too, it wouldn't be a
problem sharing the two with his older childer, chuckling softly at
Drusilla's earlier words. 'Oh yeah, if Spikey wanted to play with his
little pet he would be begging alright', he thought with an evil grin.
Shaking off images of his favourite childe with the redhead, Angelus
straightened to take a look at his new home. Time enough for that
later, once he had time to break in Faith and Willow properly. With a
slight frown he took a moment to listen to Willow's slow heartbeat, his
annoyance at her unconscious state beginning to get on his nerves. He
has waited nearly four long years to get her under him, screaming out
his name as he pounded into her. However thinks to Spike and his little
dart gun, she was sure to be out for several hours, if not a day or so.
Effectively putting a halt to his plan to claim the girl first then
allowing his youngest childe to claim her as well once she had awakened
as a vampire.
With an annoyed growl, he turned his attention to the small bed pushed
into a lonely little corner, noting the single leg restraint sunk deep
into the stonewall at the foot of the bed. The bed itself was more of a
nest of pillows and blankets, set low to the floor, a nice little bed of
a pet, Angelus mused with a cocky grin. Seeing the need for the little
bed immediately, he would have to put Willow somewhere when he and Faith
went hunting. After all he couldn't let his little pet roam around his
chambers unrestrained when he wasn't there to watch her. In the future,
once Willow had become addicted to his and Faith's touch, it would serve
as a good punishment for her. Forced to watch and listen as he fucked
all of his childer in front of her. He could almost hear her begging
now for his touch. Why wouldn't she? He was her master and she his
little pet after all. She would always hunger for his touch, anything
less would not be tolerated.
Coming to a decision, he turns back to the unconscious redhead, quickly
removing the chains holding her in place and carrying her over to her
"bed". 'Might as well get her used to sleeping here', he reasoned
smugly. Knowing that there would be times when he and Faith would be
too busy with other things to play with their little pet. Well maybe
not all that busy to play, but he knew that there would be times when
she would not be able to be at their sides all the time. No matter how
much he wanted to fucker her hard and fast while Spike tortured Xander
and the damn Watcher.
Lying her down he took a moment to study her; displeased at the clothes
she was still wearing. 'Spike would go and strip the slayer but not
Willow'. He said to himself, 'oh well I guess I just have to take them
off myself.' Literally ripping the offending cloths off of her, he
settled his gaze on the large wardrobe closest, knowing his eldest
childer like he did, he knew that they would have prepared well for his
return.
Opening the wardrobe he was not disappointed, finding rows of silk
shirts and leather pants. Taking out one of his older shirts, one he
hadn't worn since before the curse, a gentle smile crossing his lips at
his daughter's thoughtfulness. Leave it to his princess to bring all of
daddy's clothing and have them waiting for him. Throwing the shirt over
his board shoulder he returned, to what he had begun to think of as
Willow's, bed and to his little pet. Pulling her up a bit, he draws the
old poet's shirt over her head and arms. Rolling up the sleeves a bit,
he steps beck to admire his handy work, knowing that if left her
unclothed he would only end up shagging her conscious or not. And when
he took the girl for the first time he wanted her wake and screaming.
After positioning her to his satisfaction, Angelus secured the single
leg restraint making a mental note to have a few more restraints for the
bed added.
After all he never knew when he would want to tie her to it and shag
among the many pillows. Granted he knew he would usually shag her and
Faith on the master bed, but he also knew that there would be times that
it would just be master and pet shagging into the early morning hours.
Running a hand up the girl's leg, he turned suddenly to the figure on
the master bed.
With an evil smile he left Willow and moved over to his newest childe.
If he couldn't play with his pet just yet, he would play with Faith.
His cock hardening even more as he watched his new daughter "awaken" for
the first time. 'She's magnificent', he thought, his hungry eyes running
over her body eager for the fun to begin. Since she first showed up in
Sunnydale he had wanted her, in much the same fashion as her wanted
Willow, only different. In Faith he saw his mate, a kindred spirit that
could revival Spike's place as his favourite. 'No Spike would always be
my favourite, but Faith will be my mate', he decided firmly, his game
face merging as his daughter opened her eyes.
"Its time to play little girl", he purred out, crawling onto the bed to
straddle the former Slayer. "See how loud daddy's little girl can
scream."
COLDFIRE (4/?)
Angelus pounded into the willing body of his youngest childe as he
buried his fangs deep into her neck reminding the former Slayer that he
would now and always be her master. He had been shagging the new
vampire almost none stop for hours firmly staking his claim on her.
"Mine", he growled one last time as he exploded inside of her.
Faith regarded the face of her sire and mate through the eyes of a demon
eager to please the dark vampire looming over her just as long as he
always touched her like he had been from the moment she had "awakened"
in his bed. Not that he was particularly gentle with his touch, far
from it in fact, his touch was rough and painful and yet brought her
such pleasure. "Yours... always yours", she agreed, as his drew her
to
his neck to feed.
Angelus rolled onto his back, bringing his feeding childe with him to
rest on top of him. He had been more then pleased with Faith's reaction
to his touch, the base instincts of sire and childe firmly in place as
he proceeded to screw her brains out. It wouldn't take long
for her to
secure her place within the family as his primary mate, he reasoned,
noting that her Slayer strength seemed to add to her in ways he had not
imagined. Already she radiated the power of an older more experienced
vampire instead of a new fledgling dependant on her sire to learn the
ways of the night. She would be magnificent during the hunt too he
concluded, already planning out her first kill. It would have to
be a
special kill, since he could not allow her to kill her mortal lover, as
was the way with most fledglings, killing those beings that were
important to the vampire in life. No Faith would not be killing his
little pet, Willow was his now, they both were. So another would
have
to be chosen as her first meal, someone that both of them would enjoy
killing.
Faith removed her fangs from her sire's neck, licking her lips as she
stared down into Angelus' amused face. 'Mine', she thought, lust
shooting through her as she contemplated screwing him endlessly for the
rest of eternity. Then a sound caught her ear, a faint heartbeat
reaching into her, calling to her demon. Turning her head, she spotted
the figure of her girlfriend over in the corner among a pile of pillows
and blankets. "Mine!" her demon growled, glad that she didn't
have to
go out looking of her Willow, having no urge to kill the redhead, even
if she did represent all that had been "good" about the vampire's mortal
life. No Willow had been hers in life and would continue being so
for
the rest of eternity, although she was a bit puzzled over why the
redhead was still human.
"And mine", Angelus' voice brought the younger vampire's attention back
to him. "She is mine", he said after a moment once he was sure he
had
her attention, "and yours... we will share her together. You both
belong to me and only me". He clarified, pleased that Faith had not
tried to get to the unconscious redhead to drain her. "Please me
and I
will allow you to play with her, but only with my permission and never
out of my sight", he growled, the memory of all the times the two had
screwed each other when the hated curse kept him from claiming the two
as his own.
Meanwhile across Sunnydale -
"They are together, you know", Anya said coming up behind her lover to
kiss a bare shoulder. "Screwing each other's brains out behind our
backs", she continued, unable to keep the malice out of her voice.
Just
thinking of the two "traitors" made her blood boil, they would pay for
the little affair they had fought to keep secret from them.
"And we are screwing behind theirs", another voice said with a laugh, as
Cordelia Chase stepped into the dimly lit living room of the flat she
shared when in Sunnydale with her two lovers. 'Her two lovers', she
did
so much like the sound of that, the two people in the whole damn town
that accepted her as she was. Well aside from Faith and Willow, but
those two were too into each other to welcome another playmate, unless
of course brood boy ever decided to screw the whole
"I-must-repent-for-my-past-crimes" thing and join them. Of course,
if
what she heard was correct, brood boy well on his way to becoming the
great big bad once more with that bleached moron childe of his. "Oh
Spike called.... he's ready to make the deal", the former cheerleader
said, coming up behind the former demon who was fondling the figure
staring out into the dark night lost in thought.
"Really?" Anya questioned, as Cordelia's hands came around to cup her
bare breasts.
"Hmm, yes", came the reply as Cordelia ran one hand down the former
demon's stomach to disappear into her warmth. "And there is
also bad
news... Angel lost his soul, got one big happy thanks to Dru and her
magic", she said, stepping closer to Anya even as the other woman leaned
into her and spread her legs to give her better access.
"So Angelus is back now?" their, so far silent, lover questioned, still
staring out the window.
"Oh yeah... and he's turned Faith and taken Wills as a pet", Cordelia
replied almost absently, starting a teasing pace with Anya, enjoying the
little sounds she made as she was getting worked up.
"So we are still a go on the truce?"
"Yeah, Spike doesn't see a problem with it... he just needs a little
time to catch Angelus up on things. Wants to schedule a meeting...
to
set down the terms and boundary lines, just so there is no confusion
later."
"So Angelus knows nothing of our involvement in his return?" came the
question after a moment, the figure at the window finally turning to
regard her two lovers.
"Doubtful, the bleached wonder said he was too busy shagging any trace
of a soul out of Faith to ask questions", Cordelia replied, with an evil
chuckle as she twisted one of Anya's nipples.
"Oh good then we'll keep it a nice big surprise", the figure noted,
stepping closer to her two lovers, a feral look entering the blonde
Slayer's eyes as she took Anya's face in her hands and kissed her.
"Don't worry my love, we'll get your powers back soon", she whispered
against the former demon's lips before pushing aside thoughts of Spike
and the upcoming truce. Right now she had two lovers to screw senseless
and she was just the Slayer to do it.
Elsewhere -
"We can't keep doing this", Riley Finn said, as his zipped his pants,
his eyes hungrily watching his lover dress. He knew that one day
they
would get caught, that they would have to answer for their affair, but
he couldn't walk away. "They are going to find out," he hissed even
as
he watched his lover walk toward him, a familiar stirring in his pants
as the dark haired youth slowly dropped to his knees and unzipped his
pants once more.
"We'll just leave then", Xander whispered, looking up at the commando
even as he freed the other man's hardening cock. "Go to LA and slip
into the underworld there... or go to Europe, Ethan would take us in.
You'll like Ethan", he promised his lover before taking the cock into
his month, successfully distracting Riley once again.
Back at the lair -
Spike circled the unconscious commando boy that had been brought to him
by a few of the minions he had sent out to hunt near the campus.
Stripped down to his fatigue pants and nothing more, the commando hung
unconscious in the chains, as the bleached-blonde vampire plotted the
long torture session he had planned for the young male.
"He is called Gates, Master. Forrest Gates", Tara said quietly,
stepping out of the shadows to stand before Spike. "He is one
of Riley
Finn's best friends."
"Is that so, ducks", Spike noted with an evil grin, regarding the
unconscious form for a moment. "Go back to the campus pet, Dru will
send for you when she wants you", he ordered, "and pet... keep an eye
out for that other one... Graham, I want to know what he's doing too."
COLDFIRE (5/?)
Faith circled the figure hanging from the ceiling rafters with a feral
look in her yellow/gold eyes. "You do good work Blondie", she noted,
enjoying the smell of blood and death that hung heavy in the air, this
was Spike's playroom and she could already tell she was going to be
spending a lot of time in here learning all her new brother had to teach
her. "I know this one... beefstick's and xan-man's other little fuck
buddy... foreplay or something", she said after a moment cocking her
head to one side to get a closer look at the battered human. "He likes
to look down Red's shirt a lot... had to threaten to rip his eyes out if
I caught him doing it again."
A deep growl brought the young vampire out of her musings, as Angelus
made his displeasure known at her words. He remembered the mortal now,
the one that had lead the team that raided the crypt where the wolf was
kept during the full moon cycle. That one event had divided the once
inseparable Slayers and the Slayerettes, as the little group was
betrayed from within. The master vampire also remember the night weeks
later when the beaten half-starved werewolf showed up at his flat to
warn him that the Initiative was coming for him too and that he had to
leave right away. The two had immediately left for LA telling no one of
their plans, showing up hours later on Cordelia Chase's doorstep asking
for sanctuary. The vampire's souled self had not left until he was sure
of the werewolf's safety then he returned to the hellmouth vowing
revenge on the Initiative and the traitor in their mist. That was one
vow Angelus didn't mind keeping... while he could care less for the
mutt, the boy did take the time to warn him and gave valuable
information on the inner workings of the mysterious Initiative,
information he planned to use to crush the foolish mortals that fancied
themselves to be demon-hunters. "He doesn't need his eyes to talk
baby", he purred into his childe's ear, nipping at it playfully, as he
thought of the tortures he would inflict on the mortal before allowing
him to die. "No one looks at our little pet without our permission...
make him scream for daddy".
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Upstairs.... Angelus' master chambers -
Drusilla set next to the sleeping mortal on the low bed, humming an old
lullaby as she ran her hand through the redhead's hair. 'Such a pretty
little pet', she silently mused, watching calmly as the child slowly
throws off the effects of Spike's tranquilizer darts. She would have to
be careful now, catch the redhead's eyes just as she was waking, can't
have her fighting what had to be done. Daddy wasn't going to let the
young mortal go, even if he went against her advice and turned her, but
that would never do. The little tree would be too dangerous to her
sire and the family once a vampire... she would make a truly vicious one
just a little too well. The family was too important for that, so
another solution had to be find, a deal made with a demoness in Los
Angeles who wanted a lover's powers returned.
Willow opened her eyes groggily trying to sort through the jumble of
thoughts running amok through her mind, nothing made sense, this was not
where she was before. The last thing she remembered was leaving the
dorm with Faith, wanting to get ahead start on the weekend with Anya and
Buffy, the other two wanting to talk to them about something. Sensing a
presence beside her, Willow looked up and promptly broke the cardinal
rule of dealing with the vampire called Drusilla... never-ever make eye
contact.
"Shhh", Drusilla cooed softly, sensing the girl's panic, extending her
powers a bit to keep the girl from breaking lose. "Mustn't fight it
little tree, I'm not going to hurt you... just help to make it all
better for you."
Willow didn't have time to process the strange words, her mind becoming
unfocused as Drusilla put her into a trancelike state, taking away any
will to resist. "That's right, luvy... don't fight just relax and it
will all be over with soon", Dru continued to coo once she was sure she
had the girl completely. 'Such power within her', she noted with glee,
'such potential to serve the family with.'
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Downstairs... Spike's Playroom -
Forrest Gates' screams had barely died down when a round of clapping cut
through the otherwise silent room. Turning toward the source of the
clapping, Angelus felt his demon surge forward, "Slayer!"
"Angelus... lost the soul I see", Buffy Summers commented with an amused
smirk as she studied the two vampires, "you look good without it.
Faith, you're looking all skanky vampire whorish today. Fashion tip....
that shirt does not go with those pants."
"You're early ducks", Spike said cutting off another growl from his
sire, "I haven't had time to tell Poofelus about our deal yet."
"And that concerns us... how?" the ex-vengeance demon standing beside
the Slayer asked, taking a moment to admire the torture down to the now
unconscious commando. "Ohh, got a bit sloppy there, Faith, you could
have taken the eyes out with a lot more pain", she noted dryly.
"Deal? What deal?" Angelus questioned, controlling his demon for the
moment.
"We came to the conclusion you would be a lot more fun to be around if
you weren't brooding all the time... so we decided you needed to get rid
of the whole curse thing. It would put a real downer into our plan to
take over the town if you were still one of the white hats", Anya said
with a tired yawn, growing bored with things. All she wanted was to get
her powers back and shag the blonde next to her into next week.
"You set us up!" Faith growled, recalling how Buffy and Anya had both
seemed too eager to see her and her lover earlier.
"What do you know... getting vamped has actually helped her in the brain
department", Cordelia mused sarcastically with a laugh coming to join
her two lovers. "We have a deal Spikey... we expect it to be honoured.
The truce itself can wait a few days, until daddy dearest over there has
been brought up to speed on things." She all but dictated, her eyes
glowing faintly with an otherworldly light, letting her own demon
surface a bit in warning. Since her 'change' a few months ago back in
LA when she was turned into a demon, very few people were willing to
stand by her as she worked things through. Buffy and Anya proved they
did not care about the benevolent demon that now resided inside of
her... in fact they rather enjoyed it when Cordelia let her demon out to
play. While apart of her did grieve that Faith had gotten turned,
another was relieved, and if the truce worked she would not have to
fight the former-slayer. She did not want it to come between her lovers
and the two other women that accepted her, but if she had to she would
choose and Faith would be dust along side Angelus. As for Willow...
well they would just have to work something out with her, Cordelia
wasn't totally willing to give up on all of her friends.
A minion appearing at the door prevented any further questions for the
confused Angelus and fuming Faith, "Master... the Mistress is ready to
begin whenever you are", the vampire reported.
"Don't just stand there, Angelus... I thought you would be interested in
becoming orgasmic buddies with Willow", Anya said with a secretive smile
already turning to follow the minion down the hall. 'Soon, soon just a
couple of more minutes and I will have my powers back', she chanted to
herself, knowing that if Angelus proved to be unfit to keep Willow, she
and her lovers will remove the redhead from his 'care', truce or no
truce... Anyanka did not abandon her friends.
Entering the large room set aside for Drusilla's magic, Angelus felt
himself harden at the sight that greeted him. The entire room was lit
by hundreds of candles casting shadows around the cavernous room that
danced around at the slights breeze, but it was what was at the center
of the room that capture his attention the most. Sitting on her knees
in the center of a large circle was 'his' Willow, quietly waiting for
him to properly claim her. Behind the girl, Dru was putting some herbs
into a golden chalice mumbling an ancient spell, her dark eyes
practically glowing with an evil light, as she picked up a long knife
cutting the palm of her hand to allow the blood to freely pour into the
cup. Moving away from his sire, Spike stepped up beside his mate,
taking the knife from her and cutting his own hand, also allowing his
blood to fall into the cup his dark princess held.
"Blood bonding", Angelus whispered, his hearing picking up some of the
ancient spell Dru was reciting, "but why all of us?"
"Faith is too young... being newly turned and all... you need Spike to
make up for the age and Dru to add a bit of magic... between the four of
you, Willow will be bonded mind, body, and soul, you and Faith need only
to mark her to become her dominate owners", Anya said, watching the
scene unfold with interest, she always did like to watch a skilled
magic-user at work.
"That will not make her immortal", Angelus growled, seeing the logic in
the ceremony, but feeling anger over not knowing about the ritual until
now.
"But this will", Cordelia replied holding up a small glowing jewel, "the
essence of a Kobold demon... a minor, passive demon tends to live for
thousands of years. This is her immortality, it will bond her to my
line... but I will forego my claim on her, as long as you own her."
"We got a deal Angelus... Anya gets her powers back and Willow become
immortal", Buffy said, with an evil smile.
"And how exactly is that going to happen? Anyanka's necklace was
destroyed by your Watcher", Angelus reminded the smug Slayer; hating the
thought that he would owe her for his little pet's immortality.
"He also kept the pieces, which we reclaimed... Dru was kind enough to
repair the damage for us... fusing it with the needed mystical energies
to repair it. So you see Angelus we have planned this out to the
letter... but if you don't want Willow, we'll take her." Came the
equally smug reply from the Slayer as she ran one hand down his
shirtfront. "We up held our part, by delivering Faith and Willow to
Spike."
"You bitch", Faith growled taking a step forward, her demon eager to
taste Slayer blood. Only to be stopped by her sire's restraining arm,
Angelus' laughter filling the room.
"I underestimated you Slayer, it will not happen again... since all of
this was done for my return I shall forgive your arrogance", Angelus
said, seeing an evil inside of the blonde Slayer he had not seen before.
'How could I not see such evilness lurking within her?' he questioned,
seeing her in a new light. "I will honour the deal you made with my
childe... but Willow is and always will be mine. Any future dealing you
have with my family you will make with me."
"Whatever", Cordelia replied, dismissing the vampire to turn her
attention to the young girl, who was sitting with her head lowered
wearing the old poet's shirt, quietly awaiting her fate. 'Don't worry
Wills, you are going to be apart of my clan... you will always have a
place at my side if ever Angelus tires of you', she silently thought,
picturing the numerous things she and her lovers could do to the
redhead.
Turning his own attention back to the little redhead, Angelus pushed
aside his thoughts of the blonde Slayer and her lovers, he had a little
redhead to claim. Adding his own blood to the chalice along with
Faith's, the vampire master allowed Drusilla to complete her chant, his
own dark eyes running over the small form kneeling before him. 'Mine!'
he thought possessively, his eyes flashing yellow/gold as he watched
Willow raise and turn toward him with a soft word spoken by Drusilla.
'Good she is still under Dru's spell', he thought with a smirk, not
wanting her to fight him just yet, 'time enough for that later, once the
Slayer and her damn lovers leave the lair.'
Raising her head as she stepped closer to the vampire, Willow felt...
nothing. A deep feeling of peace firmly holding her thoughts in check
as she stared into Angelus' demon face, eager to please him, to do
otherwise didn't even occur to her. He was everything to her, as was
the other vampire standing at his side, somewhere in the back of her
mind identifying her as her lover Faith, who would never hurt her no
matter what. Stopping before her master, she accepted the chalice in
the vampire's hands, her eyes not leaving his as she slowly raised it
and drink from it, swallowing the mixture of blood and herbs eagerly.
As Dru took the empty chalice, Spike took up a position flanking his
sire, while Faith moved behind the little redhead, pushing aside the
girl's hair to get better access to her neck. Putting aside the chalice
Dru took her place on the other side of her sire, all four vampires in
full game face staring down at the small mortal that was about to become
theirs. "Now and always you belong to us", Angelus said, using a thumb
to wipe a stray drop of blood from the girl's lips, before lowering his
head to take one side of her neck while Faith took the other, both
vampires claiming the mortal as theirs as they bit deeply. Behind them,
Cordelia crushed the jewel in her hand, reciting the spell that would
release the Kobold demon essence into the redhead being marked not far
from them. Her own eyes glowing intently as she watched the demon
spirit enter the human's body like a silent wrath, memories of gaining
her own demon in a dirty little warehouse in Los Angeles running through
her mind. Only her demon was the more violent cousin of the peaceful
Kobold demon, and wasn't done nearly so carefully.
Angelus and Faith stopped drinking the moment they felt the Kobold demon
move in, a new exotic taste tainting the redhead's blood now. Catching
her before she collapsed from the loss of blood, Angelus swept her up
into his arms eager to get her back to his chambers where he and Faith
could finish the claiming process. "I will contact you when I am ready
to discuss our 'truce'", he said before disappearing down the corridor,
Faith following eagerly behind.
Watching the three leave, Buffy turned her attention back to the
smirking Spike, his human face back on as he regarded the blonde Slayer.
"Regardless of what Poofelus says... you will deal with me", he said
taking out the repaired necklace and handing it to Anya.
"Don't care who we deal with... just as long as we work out an
understanding with one another", Buffy said, as she watched Anya put on
the necklace and reclaim her demon powers, "see you around Spike... Dru,
a pleasure as always, see you around town sometime." She said in
parting, before leaning over and giving the renewed vengeance demon a
kiss, "We're off to celebrate, got some planning to do... revenges to
plot that sort of thing. If Gates says anything useful let me know, I
would appreciate the information."
"Of course", Spike replied with a purr of his own as Drusilla nipped at
his neck with her blunt teeth. "Just make sure you ladies don't get too
carried away with the celebration, I want a few of the commando boys to
play with."
"You'll have your share Spike, when the time comes", Cordelia assured
the bleached blonde vampire before giving the two vampires a parting nod
and the three departed for a well earned night on the town.
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