Title: Keep Me Cold
Author: Crazy_Girl_Mary
Email: crazy_girl_mary@yahoo.com
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Disclaimer: They’re all Joss’ and probably some other people but hey I’m a rebel so I play if I want damn it!
Summary: Sequel to Hot to Cold. Faith has turned against the Scoobies and after giving into Angelus he made her a vampire. They obtained the list of Potential Slayers and slaughter will begin but sooner or later they'll end up in Sunnydale. This fic coincides with The First problem on Buffy so I guess it's an Alternate Universe. Uncomplete! I'll be posting new sections as I write them.
Pairings: Faith/Angelus so far.
Category: angst and suspense I suppose.
Spoilers: Spoilers for the episodes where The First is in Sunnydale. No Angel spoilers. Sorry people I don't know the episodes so just read it.
Rating: NC-17 for graphic torture and sexuality.
Author’s Comments: Hey guys! Check me out! I'm so on top of that request for the sequel! This fic is dedicated to Jezzie who supported me, and told me the things I needed to hear and pushed me to make a sequel. I’m having a ball writing it and I don’t know that I would’ve without her requests. Also thank you for all the feedback and requests. When people email me and tell me how I really can grasp the character of Angelus or describe the way his eyes roam over a tortured body makes me feel like I might just be doing this right and I may just have a grip on this whole writing thing. Also thanks in advance to anyone who may feel the urge to email me because I suck. Please do! I love it. I wanna know why I suck or what sucks.

The Magic Box...


Buffy stared deep into the mirror searching for some hidden solution. Faith had been shackled frozen in the Magic Box for two days while she recovered. She knew it was only a matter or time before the spell wore off, and there was no guarantee that it would work again, or for how long. She also knew it was only a matter of time before Angelus made his presence known to them. He had brutally killed a young prostitute the night Faith was taken, who wore some similar features to Buffy. That seemed rather lucky that he found such a girl among those unlucky enough to be remaining in Sunnydale despite the oncoming apocalypse.

Her eyes locked on the deep scar along one of her cheeks. She knew it would go away eventually but Faith had been a slayer herself and she knew how to make them stick. She turned around quickly and walked over to the chest by her bed where she kept her secrets. She didn’t have to dig and search she knew exactly where it was, in the back left hand corner all the way on the bottom her hands finessed an object wrapped in dark blue velvet. After she pulled it out and closed the chest she laid it out on the smooth top and slowly unwrapped the package. The metal still glistened… it was a thing of beauty.

Faith’s dry eyes burned viciously. They had been frozen open for two days straight and worst of all they reminded her that she was being guarded over by the most useless Scooby of them all. For a while he would stare at her and try to look mean, defiant and tough; but most of the time he would drift off into a daydream, probably about all the things he could do to her body while she was frozen, either that or how best to kill her. Her body felt like it weighted a million pounds and she was sure her arms had stretched out and were hanging from the shackles like bloody Jell-O. She could smell her own blood, she felt it run down her arms, then dry. Willow really was some special kind of sick. It was the most perfect and beautiful punishment. She was a prisoner inside her own body, aware of everything yet only in control of her thoughts. She could hear the slayer’s vibrations on the floor long before she saw the door behind Xander swing open. Two days, that’s a long time for a slayer to recover. She really did a number on Blondie. She watched as the Slayer talked to Xander and after only a moment she sent him away. He looked Faith’s way fleetingly, then made a hasty retreat. Buffy stared at her long and hard from her rooted position a few feet away. Faith wondered if the Slayer was planning on staring her to death, but when the girl spoke, she realized she actually planned to talk her to death.

“You look like hell Faith…” she started, starring condescendingly down upon her nemesis.

If it were at all possible she would have smiled the most self serving smile at her responding thought, ‘right back at ya sugar.’ She didn’t know how she was fairing, she could only imagine that, but Buffy was looking like hell and back… twice.

That was all the talking, thank God. She knew Buffy was the take action type to the core. She didn’t want to talk about her pain, she came here to share it and Faith had no choice but to wait until Buffy began. She paced slightly and then came close to Faith, real close. She nudged Faith’s leg with the toe of her boot and Faith felt it but could not react.

Then it began. Buffy put her whole body into it. She riddled Faith’s entire lifeless form with kicks. Faith felt every blow, felt the blood running slowly from the corner of her lips as Buffy landed a lethal kick to her face, but she was helpless to stop it, or even better prepare her slack body for the onslaught.

“Now that doesn’t look very fair…”

The slow sexy drawl surprised both females but only one was able to jump, and she did. Faith was sure that ticked his fancy. Buffy stared at him dumbly. Faith could only see her, but she was sure her lover would come closer. “How did you get in here?” Buffy asked stupidly. Did she think he wouldn’t come?

“Nevermind that deary,” he said sauntering arrogantly over until he was close as spandex. His fingers came up to graze down her flushed cheek, “you have something I crave.”

“What do you want?” Buffy asked cautiously and self-consciously.

Angel smiled, “Don’t be silly Buff, if I wanted something that easy I would just take it.” His fingers wrapped around her chin and pushed it roughly to the side. “I want that,” he said when her eyes had locked on Faith’s beaten form, “that’s something a little more difficult to come by.”

Faith felt a victorious pride rise up in her chest. For once it was plain that he wanted her far more then he wanted Buffy.

“You think I’ll just give her to you?” Buffy asked.

Angel sighed, “No, I suppose we’ll make a trade.”

“Not a chance,” Buffy said stepping backwards.

“Are you sure?” Angel asked with a smile, “He’s looking far worse then her, I don’t know if he can take much more.”

“Spike?” Buffy asked slowly.

Angel smiled, “He’s gone soft, he doesn’t play hard-to-get like he used to Buff. Whatever did you do to him?”

Buffy stared defiantly, “Things I’d never do to you.”

Angel turned away and glanced at Faith, “I’d never ask you to doll.”

Buffy was silent for a while just observing him observing her beaten victim, her bloody handwork, her sick and twisted jealousy, her extreme anger. “So,” Angel said after a while clapping his hands together roughly and shattering the silence like thunder on a foggy night. “Un-freeze her and we’ll be on about our business huh Buff?”

“How likely is that?” Buffy asked quietly.

Angel turned to her and held out his hands that were bruised and bloody from the beating he had been inflicting on Spike. Buffy knew what it meant and couldn’t hold back a wince. She knew Spike could take a beating, she had been the one to give it on occasion but Angelus had perfected the art of torture and he knew what would make Spike burn. “He screamed for you Slayer, you just gonna let him dust?”

“Take me to him,” Buffy said firmly.

“Let her go first,” Angel said.

Buffy glanced over at Faith, “No way.”

“If she’s not exactly how I left her when I come back I’ll kidnap the kid sis and teach her things that would make you blush.” There was nothing about his words that didn’t convey his promise. He went over and closed Faith’s dry eyelids and she wondered if he could tell they were burning to no end.

Buffy felt her heart well in her chest. He would soon regret that horrifying threat in the worst way. She grabbed her coat and he took a last glance at Faith before they went out into the main room of the Magic Box. Xander was holding his bruised cheek. One day, Buffy thought, he would realize he was no match for Angel’s fists. Willow was standing in the center of the room starring at the door. She had let him in because she knew at the first sign of trouble she could freeze him or something equally affective.

Buffy glanced at her and Willow could hear her thoughts deep inside her brain as if they were plainly spoken. She felt a shudder roll through her powerful body. Two great moves were to be made and she would make them both.

Faith listened in the darkness behind her eyelids until the bell of the shops front door signaled that her lover was leaving, leaving her all alone. She waited and waited, it seemed like hours until she heard the light and calculated pads of the slayer’s feet on the concrete. She waited for what was to come. Would the slayer be enraged and attack her again? Would she let her go? Would she kill her? She doubted it, not if she valued Dawny’s innocence and life in general. When Angelus made a promise he kept it. Buffy knew that and wouldn’t risk the kid sis, not unless Angelus was dead.

Suddenly a warm hand ran over her face brushing the hair away. Then another hand ran down her arms to her stomach pushing up the soiled hem of her tank top. The hands followed the sides of the shirt up above where her full breasts were only half hidden in the black lace bra. The soft thumbs, moving as one, lightly ran over each of Faith’s nipples until she could feel them turn taunt. Then the hands softly ventured up each of her arms again. What the fuck was this? Had Buffy picked up a few torture pointers along the way? She felt electricity run through her body and all she could smell in the room was her own blood, not the lingering scent of her mate, nor the Slayer’s arousal.

The slayer’s shaking hands slowly un-cuffed Faith’s arms and they were laid gently back on the cool ground and Faith wished she could sign with relief. She felt her muscles relax after days of tension. She was going to be hurting something fierce if she ever knew freewill again. The slayers hands had left her and she was forced to wait for them to touch her again. When they finally returned it was on the outside of one of the knee-high lace up leather boots her lover had got for her. Buffy was slowly unlacing one and Faith could feel her calf expanding, no longer restricted by the tightly binding leather. Then she felt it slowly pulled off. The slayer wasted no time moving on to the next. Soon they were both thrown aside and the soft feminine hands ran lightly over Faith’s silk stockings. They were a new look for her, Angelus found them very sexy and erotic, and she had quickly grown to enjoy them too. They felt like heaven and she knew she looked hot as hell in them.

The hands were moving torturously slow, no surprise there, and they finally had scaled one long stiff leg to the garters which were barely concealed under the lack of leather skirt. The hands didn’t stop there but pulled away only to slide around the back of her leather ass and unzip the skirt. The coarse fabric was slowly nudged down her legs and it was disposed of too.

Faith felt a shiver run through her body as her ass touched the cold floor, nothing but sheer lace panties to separate her from the rough cold surface. She felt nothing for a moment, not even a stir in the air until the fingers were at her feet again only to slowly trace their way evenly up each leg, to the thigh, and then to the hem of her panties. Faith couldn’t believe Buffy was capable of this, she had some balls afterall. Faith wondered if she had ever done anything like this before, living in a house full of woman, including several lesbians, had to have some effect on a pleasantly heterosexual female.

Buffy’s nails scratched the flesh of Faith’s lower stomach as her fingers curled inside the lace hem and began to slowly pull them down and reveal what was inside. Faith shunned herself quickly for wondering if the slayer liked what she saw. It wasn’t about attraction, she probably looked like hell anyway, and she didn’t really give a fuck what the slayer thought. She couldn’t deny that she was aroused and when the panties landed in a random spot on the floor she knew Buffy could tell too.

Her legs were still together and the slayer straddled them, her little knees on either side of Faith’s. She felt very naked. That was an interesting new twist. Either Buffy didn’t understand the concept of sexual torture as well as Faith initially thought, or she was an expert in ways Faith couldn’t even imagine. Her hands began to slowly and roughly knead Faith’s thighs, moving the muscles after they were immobile for so long. The hands went unexpectedly past her crotch, to her hips, then her stomach, and eventually to her breasts; all the while they continued the forceful but soft kneading.

Suddenly the slayers warm soft wet lips begin to kiss the vampires neck, then slowly but surely travel down to one breast. The movement of this tongue would make Angelus proud, and give him a surefire run for his money. Faith felt her body beginning to warm from the blood in her veins, the arousal, and the body warmth of the little slayer on top of her. Eventually the skilled lips and tongue began to travel down the groove in her belly as torturously slow as the accompanying hands. Faith couldn’t help but wonder what the slayer had been up to this past year to learn such devilish pleasure techniques.

For a moment the lips and their warmth left Faith’s skin, when they were oh-so-close to their destination. Faith felt anger and undeniable passion well up inside of her still body steadily growing before they finally came down to clamp around the mound of her clit. First the lips were just there, but then the tongue quickly dipped in and began to swirl and swivel in ways Faith never experienced. Buffy was an expert! Faith felt her body nearing the orgasm and then the lips gave a lasting kiss and pulled away.

Faith’s anger swelled and she willed her hips to lift from the ground and seek out the promising pleasure but she remained regrettable still. Inside her mind she was screaming for release, screaming for the freedom to force the slayer to give her all the things she desired. She had known it as soon as she saw the slayer again. She was the closest to giving in to the dark side she had ever been and Faith wanted to be the one to push her over the edge. Her jealousy had quickly turned into lust and she wanted to control the pretty blonde slayer like she had never wanted to control anyone before. But first… now, she wanted to come, and she could feel the coming orgasm slowly subsiding and anger welling in its place.

She wanted the slayer so bad she knew the torture would be as devastating as could be expected of her but she didn’t have time to find out. She felt the slayers thighs tilting towards her, and then, to her astonishment, the slayers entire naked body was pressed against hers. The slayer worked her little hand hastily between their two bodies and Faith felt a shiver run through her and her coming orgasm was quickly rekindled. The slayer kissed her face passionately, her hard nipples grazing Faith’s chest as she rode her own knuckles. Only a few fingers were half way inside Faith, pulling in and out, but just the concept of being fucked by the slayer was bringing Faith to the edge. Buffy’s body was lightly slamming against hers, begging for release and Faith knew she too was getting off on the simple idea of dominance, and the sight of this unconventional mate.

She wished more then anything she could show this powerful woman all the things she was capable, all the fun they could have together. The slayers movements became more feverish and she knew the slayer was close to orgasm. That was good, she thought, they could come together, and hopefully share an eternal bond as a result. She felt the shiver run through her whole body and then she was free.

Willow looked up at the dark haired beauty, lust and power evident in her brown eyes. She continued to ride the redhead until her passion subsided then she grasped the witches thin wrists and propped them up above her head. “That was rather interesting and unexpected,” the vampire said slowly, her voice gravelly and cracked with disuse. It sounded like it hurt to talk, but she doubted that upset her companion and current captor. She had wanted to grant all Faith’s wishes in the heat of the moment, and she had wanted Faith to be with her in her passion. That had been a mistake, and now Faith had the power. She didn’t know if she truly was stuck, or if she simply wasn’t trying to gain it herself.

“I knew Buffy wasn’t capable of such wickedness,” Faith said looking down into Willow’s strong eyes. The power had now switched hands. Faith leaned down and kissed Willow passionately, drawly blood on her pouty red lips.

When Faith finally pulled her lips away Willow opened her eyes and looked up at her and Faith couldn’t suppress a smile at the passion she saw there. “I could make you forget everything that happened here.” It was an empty threat, idle, and they both knew it.

“Not yet,” Faith said leaning down to lick the blood from Willow’s lips, her eyes on Willow’s the entire time. “You want a little more fun before you fight back.” She was delighting in that look, the look of volunteered submission, that look that she longed desperately to see in the slayer, it was still enjoyable to see in this powerful witch and definitely gave her an advantage. “When did you first feel it?” she asked her captive.

Willow wasn’t shy in her answer, “When I first saw you again.”

“What was different?” Faith asked curiously, remembering how previously the only expression seen in the witches eyes for her had been contempt.

“You were different,” Willow answered quickly. “The power poured off of you in waves again. You weren’t weak and needy like you were when we came to save you from Angelus. You were your old self again, the powerful slayer, a force to be reckoned with. I was far too straight to fall for you back then but I wouldn’t repeat the same mistake, especially after all the hatred towards you was starting to dissolve, but even with it there I was still intrigued by you. Who wouldn’t be?”

Faith grinded her hips against the witches and tightened her grasp on her small wrists, “Trying to butter me up?” she asked.

Willow smiled and Faith thought she saw a hint of evil lingering, “No need to.” She pushed her hips back up against Faith’s and both females felt their arousal returning.

“Red,” Faith said in mock surprise, “Who knew you had all this evil inside you?”

Willow frowned, “Passion is the only evil I’ll confess to,” she protested, not bothering to mention her previous transgressions, she’d leave that up to her keeper.

“Wait until Buffy and the others find out,” Faith taunted, now running her hand down between Willow’s legs and eliciting a deep sigh. Faith was reasonably relieved and surprised to feel that her body was already regaining its normal strength and flexibility.

“I could make you stop,” Willow threatened despite the deep pleasure that was evident on her face.

“But you won’t,” Faith challenged, “you want me to savor the memory and cherish it forever just as you will.”

Willow couldn’t protest, she knew it was true. Everyone else had fallen at least once for the bad guy or girl and it was her turn. She knew she couldn’t hate herself for this lust, it was natural, and she wanted to enjoy herself and give Faith something to enjoy before her second plan came in to action.

Soon, the movement of Faith’s fingers was the only thing on either girl’s mind, and moans of passion the only things on either girl’s lips. Faith watched every emotion through the witches dark green eyes. She felt her slim body beginning to shake underneath her. She quickly ducked her head down and sunk her teeth into the witches’ neck before she could even began to predict or prepare for the assault. Her hand was wrapped tightly around Willow’s mouth and she was too absorbed in the rich taste of the witches powerful blood and the intense feeling of her own peak to worry if that would really stop any attempted spells.

After a few intoxicating moments she felt the witch beginning to go still beneath her, no longer riding her own powerful orgasm. Faith retracted her fangs and withdrew her now flawless human disguise to stare down into Willow’s eyes. Her fingers ran dully across Willow’s lips. “Even your blood tastes like pussy,” Faith whispered sensually to the near unconscious witch. She knew Willow wasn’t quite out for the count and was probably more than capable of restraining Faith again and for some reason she also knew she wouldn’t. Faith placed one last blood tainted kiss on Willow’s flushed lips before standing over her. She looked around the room and quickly grabbed up her discarded clothes and dressed before the disabled witch who watched with still-hungry eyes.

“Thanks for the ride Red,” Faith called behind her as she walked towards the back door as if after a pleasant tea break minus her blood covered arms and face. “I’ll make sure you’re properly thanked later on, but now I have a pressing matter.” It was a threat, sure, and a promising one despite her conversational tone but Willow didn’t feel threatened, she felt sorry.

Faith opened the door and walked out into the alley as if she were walking on air. It was a strange feeling to be mobile again but she was quickly readjusting. She inhaled deeply through her nose no longer hindered by her own confined scent, she could easily pick up both the scent of her mate and her obsession. She smiled before following it onto the street and in the direction of the Mansion. She would surprise them, but what would they be doing when she did? And who would she find herself drawn to? Angelus was her mate, and they were marked for eternity together. They had grown closer since she had been made and she couldn’t believe the way he had made blatantly obvious his interest in only her. But she couldn’t deny she had been drawl to Buffy since they had returned to Sunnydale and she couldn’t deny that her interest in the slayer went back even further but she had always figured it as a healthy interest in a mortal enemy even after- hell especially after their intimate torture session and it‘s abrupt interruption. Besides, going with the Slayer would really piss Angelus off like he had done to her countless times. Only time could tell who she would side with, because she hadn’t the faintest idea. She knew one thing for certain, she was dying to find out.

Willow sat up and wiped at the blood running down her bare neck and chest. Then she muttered a quick incantation to make the blood and the wound disappear without the slightest scar. She stared at the door knowing she had been wrong to let Faith escape. She knew whatever happened, Faith was going to die. She didn’t want to be the one to do it, and she didn’t know why Buffy had asked her to do it, but she found out she couldn’t. When she had entered that room and seen Faith lying still on the floor, trapped because of her, a previously powerful figure, immobilized just as Buffy had been she knew she wouldn’t- she couldn’t harm Faith anymore then she already had and would.

She frowned to herself, she knew why Buffy had asked her to do it, because once the second plan came into action Buffy wouldn’t be too emotionally ready to take on a distraught and vindictive evil vampire. Buffy had assumed that staking the frozen defenseless vampire would be easy for Willow to do before returning Angel’s soul and she had been wrong.

Willow picked up her discarded clothing and began to quickly dress herself. She had to gather together the ingredients for the spell. The Orb of Thesula wasn’t easy to come by but the last time Angelus had come into the picture she had found one to take to New York with them. That situation hadn’t turned out as expected, things rarely did, and she still had the orb around somewhere for safekeeping or perhaps memories.

She straightened her dress and composed herself before going out into the main room to try and wake up Xander to help her. The spell wasn’t so hard to perform by herself anymore now that she was a lot more powerful and experienced but she still would need his help gathering the ingredients in time for the spell and performing a few of the actions while she chanted. As he started to rouse she remembered his utter contempt for the idea of ensouling Angel and vaguely wondered if he would help her voluntarily or if she would have to make him. She didn’t really embody everything that was soul-up-Angel either but this time there was definitely a reason to want him on their side over dead, because of the coming battle, because of The First, and because of Faith.




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