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 Mansion...


Angelus heard them coming up the mansion sidewalk and was able to gag Spike’s mouth before he could alert either of them of his presence. Then he knocked Spike out and went upstairs to watch the show. After Faith knocked Buffy out the smell of her sweet blood saturated every other scent even his own and he knew if he was careful Faith would never even know he was there. He watched her drag the slayers body unceremoniously across the cold marble floor to a pair of shackles hanging from the wall. He remembered when they had been used on Buffy’s feet before, but unfortunately they had not been locked. Faith looked around in a weapons chest that Angel had left there in his hasty departure until she found a set of thick unbreakable shackles, which she cuffed the blonde’s feet with.

He stared at Buffy lying on the floor, bleeding down her front, looking dead and destroyed. She would wake up shortly... and she would not be happy. He sunk further back into the shadows, he knew Faith was too preoccupied to notice him but it would be just like Buffy to spoil his fun.

Faith got out an old familiar torture kit. She glanced over at the fire place contemplating whether to light it or not but she decided against it this time and even closed the thick drapes bathing the room in a thicker darkness and adding a haunting touch he was sure Buffy would appreciate. Faith pulled a recliner in from the other room and sat it a few yards from her victim to watch her intently until she woke.

It seemed like hours but it was only a half an hour by his watch before she began to stir. “Hey Buff,” Faith said with a laugh, “I figured we’d try this one again, only your outfit works much better this time.”

He smiled. It was true. Buffy did have that whole bondage thing going with her tight black leather pants and black lace spaghetti strap shirt. Of course she had nothing on his girl in her short leather mini with a silver pyramid studded belt and tight low cut thin white ribbed tank. The knee-high lace up black leather boots he had acquired her in New York completed the ensemble.

“I trusted you,” Buffy said blankly.

“I know!” Faith said getting out of her chair and getting on her hands and knees just shy of Buffy’s feet, “and it was so perfect Buff! I never felt so excepted… or so goddamn repulsed.”

“I should’ve known,” Buffy said lightly, more to herself but Faith didn’t care either way.

“You can’t blame yourself baby, I put on a much better show then the last time, and besides you’re all pathetic now and you needed a friend.”

Faith ran a hand inside Buffy’s pant leg and she jerked her legs hastily away. “What do you want?” she asked, dreading the answer.

“Well I’m glad that you asked cause there’s a lot I want from you tonight, but I forgot the timelines and pie graphs so I figure you’ll just see as we go along hmm?”

“The anticipation is killing me,” Buffy said dryly.

“No, but I will.” Faith stood and walked over to the small table where she had set up her torture tools. She picked up a small scalpel and looked over at Buffy. Suddenly it was whizzing through the air. It hit Buff’s arm with a soft thud and the blonde Slayer let out a quickly stifled cry. Just as quickly Buffy lifted her heavily cuffed feet up to her arm and used her feet to whip the knife back at Faith. The handle side hit her directly in the heart and clattered to the floor. “Now we’re having fun!” she screamed looking again to the torture kit, already getting high on the smell of sweet slayer’s blood. She ran her hands lightly over each instrument taking her time and care to pick the best one, the one to use first, the one that would make them savor each moment, each scream, each red tear. Her fingers wrapped around a small delicate knife that looked more like a needle. It was so thin and had a point but no sharp edge. She lifted it and glanced over at Buffy. “When was the last time you were properly tortured sweet cheeks?” she cooed.

Buffy didn’t reply just kept her eyes on Faith and away from the weapon that she was bringing steadily closer. When Faith was within reach Buffy kicked her feet up to the dark haired enemy with anger and speed, and managed to knock her backwards a little. “I like a little fight baby… but I also like to cut bitches legs off,” Faith rasped, righting herself and grabbing both Buffy’s feet in one hand, still clutching the knife in the other. She ran the knife lightly up one of Buffy’s leather legs to her thigh. Angelus could hear Buffy’s sharp pain-filled intake of breath as Faith pushed the sharp needle tip through the leather and Buffy’s skin into the tight muscle of her thigh. Buffy didn’t breath at all as Faith slowly began to pull the knife down her thigh. “It’s horrible to ruin such a beautiful pair of pants, but I really would rather them not be here,” Faith noted lightly as she tortured the pure canvas of Buffy’s powerful leg.

The blood was like a drug to both vampires, and even the smell could make them both yearn to inhale every last drop. Faith took a moment to take in the pained look on Buffy’s face, though she remained silent, before moving to the next leg. She had been squeezing Buffy’s ankles with such force that she wasn’t even sure if Buffy had jerked her leg away at all so she remembered to feel intently for such a reaction on the second leg.

“How does it feel?” Faith asked. Buffy surprised her by looking intently and carefully into her eyes for her meaning while Faith still dragged the thin knife point down her leg at a grueling pace. “How does it feel to be the object of obsession for so many powerful creatures all over the world, throughout other dimensions? How does it feel to be the all-powerful Slayer?”

“Don’t you wish you knew?” Buffy asked lightly. Faith jabbed the knife in further scraping across her victim’s shinbone and finally earning herself a moan, but even that came through gritted teeth tightly closed with fury.

Angelus watched his dark angel torture the symbolic light with intrigue. It was jealousy that fueled his girl, of course. He understood why she had been jealous when she was human, but now Buffy represented all the things that vampires detested. So why was Faith still jealous? Was it lingering from her human feelings or was there another reason?

“Not really,” Faith commented. She had finally reached the bottom of the second leg and successfully ripped the pants off of her victim. “I’m quite content where I am.”

Between the naked legs of a helpless slayer with a torture kit at arms length, who wouldn’t be? Angelus thought with a smile.

“This is a nice shirt,” Faith said with a smile, “matches the panties, I got a set like this…” she ripped it off leaving the blonde slayer bare-chested, “pity.”

She looked intently over the blank canvas before her, then finally deep into the cold eyes of her unwilling quarry. “So B? What method do you prefer, I’m sure you’ve had a lot of experience with them all so where do you think we should start?”

Buffy stared back, her hazel eyes flashing with anger but she didn’t reply.

She ran her fingers along the edge of a blade she removed from the case as she spoke. “Well, you surely remember I fancy a nice big shiny knife in the gut every now and then so let’s go there.” She finished the threat by stabbing Buffy in the gut, earning her the first guttural liquid scream. She craned her neck not removing the blade as Buffy’s body instinctively tried to spasm away from it. “That was beautiful.”

She pulled the knife out and ran her tongue down it, her eyes flashed yellow, “Whoa B,” she said after a moment, “that’s some lethal stuff you got in there.”

She ran the knife tip over Buffy’s lips. “One way conversations aren’t really my thing doll,” she said but Buffy only stared back for a moment and when Faith cut her lips open with the blade tip she pulled her head away. “I want to hear you, I wanna know you’re in this with me.” Faith smiled evilly and leaned in to steal a bloody kiss from the slayer, earning her a hard bite on the tongue.

She smiled at the fear in Buffy’s eyes, and she smiled at the source. “Back to business,” she said lightly lifting a different tool from her kit. She dug the corkscrew slowly into Buffy’s thigh until she screamed, “This is fucking fun!” she screamed with a giggle.

“I’m a little nervous,” Xander said, “I mean, where did they go? And shouldn’t they be back by now?” he asked looking at his watch, “and-?”

“-If we don’t know where they’ve gone then how should we know whether they should be back by now or not?” Willow asked.

“I’m just worried?” Xander said, “I mean what if Angelus comes here to finish what he started while the slayer’s are gone?”

“Are you kidding me?” Willow asked. “That’s like sidetracking steak and lobster tails for peanut butter and jelly.” She smiled. “Besides, if he comes here, I freeze his ass and we can point and laugh until Buffy comes back to stake his ass.”

“Yeah, or we could skip the laughing and just stake him ourselves before something goes wrong,” Xander said pacing the floor and glancing cautiously over to the windows and doorways fully expecting Angelus to be standing there long before Buffy or Faith. “Seems to me they both got a little soft spot for the bloodsucker maybe he has them captive somewhere and we should go save them?”

Willow gaped. At first the idea seemed ridiculous but then she thought more about it and realized Xander had a strong point for once. She could easily take down Angelus and had no problem at all in doing so, but Buffy was a different story. She still loved Angel despite herself, and Faith was even worse, Angel was the only person who ever gave two shits about her in her whole life.

“Maybe you're right,” Willow said standing.

Xander looked slightly shocked but recovered quickly, “You’re damn right I’m right!”

Angelus watched as Faith’s brutal torture of the slayer slowly turned provocative. It had been hours before she finally got tired of bloodying the blonde’s body and wanted to move onto a more pleasing and mentally devastating form of torture. She had learned well, he observed.

He moved a little closer to get an even better view which meant he was in danger of eventually being noticed but he didn’t care and he figured either his mate would be too caught up in her present work to notice him or she already knew he was there and was putting on a show for him. Either way he wanted the show to go on.

The golden slayer was covered only by her tiny panties and her own blood, some of which was fresh and shiny, the rest had had time to dry and scab. It didn’t take long for the desire to cause Faith to rip the remaining dignity from Buffy’s body. Angelus followed the shred of fabric to the tip of his left boot where it conveniently landed. He silently bent to pick up the blood covered panties and lift them to his noise where he inhaled the strong smell of blood and the extremely faint old smell of reluctant lust.

“How long has it been baby?” Faith asked lightly leaning in to run her tongue down Buffy’s bloody cheek. “Too too long? Too long to hold back for me?”

Buffy just pulled her head away as best she could and didn’t answer. “You know you try to condition a bitch but it just doesn’t work. You don’t answer I hurt you, you don’t cooperate I hurt you, you piss me off I fucking hurt you! This process has repeated how many times tonight? You think you would’ve picked it up by now sweetheart.”

Faith smiled and ran her hands down Buffy’s chest and stomach, “It’s okay baby, I don’t wanna hurt you anymore, not too much anyway.” Her hands ran in-between Buffy’s tightly clenched thighs. “You can try and fight it B,” Faith said with a smile as she licked her lips and began to run her fingers over Buffy’s clit, “but it’s no use baby.”

She opened her eyes again and watched Buffy’s intently. She could feel in the tiny body beneath her, see in the bright broken green eyes before her that Buffy was using the last of her reserves to try and ward off the coming lust, to try not to fall victim to the avalanche of sexual need that was building up in the pit of her stomach swirling around like vomit, fighting for a quick escape, a quick release.

“You know all those times in prison,” Faith let out the words as if they were a struggle. She sped up her ministrations because she felt Buffy’s legs beginning to lightly shake and weaken around her. “All those times those lonely little lesbians sought out strong legs to climb between in exchange for a pack of Kools… when their dirty little heads bobbed between my legs and I puffed my new smokes… I thought of you.”Buffy could barely focus on the slow rhythmic words Faith’s mouth was releasing because she was using every reserve in her body to ward off the inevitable orgasm as long as she could. But those words managed to weave their toxic way into her mind with all their implications and she knew right then and there that Faith was going to kill her, and there was nothing she could do to stop her. Savior of the world and she couldn’t even save herself. She was completely helpless. It wasn’t something she felt very often but when she did, it was devastating, and it had been overwhelming her more and more lately.

“I know it sounds crazy,” Faith said lowering her lips again to Buffy’s cheeks but this time the slayer just clenched her eyes closed and was unable to move away. “I mean, I don’t even go for blondes, but I just couldn’t get you out of my mind. At first I thought it was the whole dominatrix thing… you know, you’re my enemy, I wanna hurt you, I’m turned on by it, a whole association thing. But that wasn’t it Buff, I just wanted to make you happy for once.”

Faith pulled her hand from between the slayer’s legs and the slayer let out a long sigh. Faith led her wet fingers to her lips and sucked away the juices. “Happy?” she breathed.

Buffy just stared blankly, her body already beginning to forget it’s past heat and adapt to the cold environment of the shadowed mansion with it’s cool concrete shell by shaking and shuddering violently. She was sick, and her body felt near shutdown mode.

Faith smiled, “Not to worry sweetheart, I’ll warm you up real good.”

Angelus watched as the lips, the mouth, the tongue, that was so devastatingly successful at pleasing him lowered to please another. Aside from being intensely attracted he was extremely jealous and he embraced it. Faith would pay for giving what only he deserved to another, even if it was Buffy. Buffy would pay for just being Buffy, and for being the unwilling receiver of what only he deserved from Faith and only he could really give her. Faith would make her moan he was sure, but he would make her scream out into the cold night that bore him like no one else could.

He wanted desperately to go down and see what Spike’s reaction to this assault would be but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sensual torturous sight before him. Buffy didn’t dare close her eyes for fear of intensifying the unwanted pleasure. She stared up at the distant black ceiling tears of embarrassment beginning to build in her eyes. Pain became her like leather and anger became Faith. The blush forming all over her battered body, the fists clenched above her head poised against defeat, the slight quiver in her full lips that always accompanied the building tears. Everything about her was beautiful in pain and fear.

Faith’s hands curled around the inside of Buffy’s bruised thighs, which were barely open enough for Faith to get inside. Her fingers arched and Buffy’s legs pulled open easily to escape the intrusion of the threatening black fingernails. She quickly let out a small weak moan as Faith’s tongue dived in further. Angelus looked down at the bulging crotch of his pants, oh yeah, someone was gonna pay for this tonight.

He looked back over at the show. Buffy’s eyes were now clenched tightly closed and Faith’s hands were roaming gently up her victims bloody body to her breasts where her finger tips traced light circles around her taunt nipples. She was being softer in her torture now, which made it all the more destructive. She was slowly licking her way into the slayer’s body and mind. His eyes were locked on where the two body’s met and he didn’t care about anything else in the world at that moment. The moment when the victims legs began to shiver and shake, when her lips opened to release a light cry and the tears in the corner of her eyes finally began to trace their salty way down to her lips. Faith took her for as long as her body could go. It seemed like forever until Buffy’s body began to jerk away, no longer able to take the intensity of the orgasm her enemy provided. Faith pulled slowly away, a sly smile on her lips, her face glistening with the reward of her efforts.

It was perfect, it was sensual, it was breathtaking, maybe that was why none of them heard the two intruders approach until it was too late. Faith didn’t get a chance to look back in surprise but he did. Willow and Xander stood a few feet away with shocked and fearful expressions on their face at what they saw before them. He looked at Faith. Who was frozen on her knees before the slayer gazing emptily at her enemies. Willow and Xander just stared dumbly until Buffy’s sweet sobs broke the silence. Then they flew into action quickly grabbing her clothing to cover up her indecency. Willow stared unsurely at the frozen form of Faith. Angelus smiled. She looked like she had no idea how long she would be that way.

Xander found the key for the shackles and unlocked Buffy. Then he lifted her into his arms and turned to Willow. “Kill her,” he said impatiently.

Willow looked unsurely, “I…”

“Don’t,” Buffy said light, staring into the empty space before her with far off glazed eyes, “Bring her.”

Angelus smiled as he walked back down stairs with the Buffy’s panties in one hand. Faith would be back to the warehouse before daybreak to help him with Spike.