Lilac Wine (Part 3)
Jennifer
Part Three: Riley
I move my head slowly as I hear the door to the cellar open once more.
She dances towards me as if she's walking on water. She's an unusual demon. She dances around as if she's a ballerina one moment and then within seconds, she's morphed into vampire mode ready to pounce. She's been rather gentle with me herself but has two henchmen, also vampires, who pound me into unconscious oblivion at her slightest whim.
She stops before me, her human face soft and luminous. "We're going to write a letter." She coos cryptically. "Now I want you to be a good boy for Mummy."
Her hands are on me, gliding ever so slowly and quite gently over my bare chest. Soft fingers ascending gracefully until they rest firmly on my shoulder. I'm not entirely sure what she's planning to do but I decide then that I won't make it that easy for her. I struggle under her grasp rattling the chains above me. The chains strike the wall behind me creating a horrendous racket.
She pulls back suddenly holding her hands to her ears. "No, no, no!" She screams.
I stop fighting with the shackles and watch her face contort as if she's in pain. She moans and starts to sing softly. She moves to me again, still singing. She morphs quickly then and I feel her teeth at my neck. I struggle underneath her grasp again but she's strong. She's so damned strong and I'm weakened from days of hunger, thirst, and physical abuse.
Pain shoots through me as she sinks her teeth into my flesh. I try to yell but my voice leaves me. And she takes from me. I begin to see my life flash before me. I know that it's coming. The end, doom, and gloom. I think of everything undone. The Initiative, Buffy... Buffy. My mind screams her name and I want to scream it out loud but I fear for her. Slayer or not, I fear for what the night holds for her.
And then suddenly, surprisingly, the vampire has stopped. I feel the smooth warm liquid ooze it's way down my neck and onto my chest. I look at her, dizzy and almost euphoric. I can see my blood on her lips as she backs away from me slowly. She moves to the table and picks up a quill pen. She slithers back to me and dips the pen in my blood. I understand. A letter. What my mind can't comprehend is to whom.
She composes her letter slowly, her attention focussed completely upon the task. When she is finished, she hands if off to one of her henchman and tells him sharply, "Just make sure she gets it. And an extra bonus if you can return." She then turns to me and smiles devilishly. She comes before me again. I look to the ceiling as I feel her tongue on my skin tracing the trail of my blood up to the open and still slightly oozing wound at my neck...
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