Summary: Angelus and Buffy take their new hostage back to the factory. With
the help of her handcuffs and her new found fangs, the newly-awakened virgin
is ready for whatever her vampire lover wants to throw at her. Craziness,
death, new Slayers, and a lotta sex ensues.
"You're right," Giles told her. "But how can we find out more about them?"
"I know," Willow announced, remembering her and Xander's trip to the
vampires' home.
Xander was tied up to a chair in the middle of the room. Drusilla was
kneeling before him, making stabbing motions with her hands. Spike was
leaning against a wall, looking bored. Angel was sitting in a chair, reading
some kind of ancient book with spells in it. Buffy was nowhere to be seen.
Xander happened to glance up, and saw them all. His eyes widened in hope,
then in fear. He knew Buffy would kill them if she found them there.
When they were in sophomore year, Willow and Xander had learnt sign
language. They still knew most of it, and Willow figured this would be the
best way to communicate with him.
She signed to him 'what have you seen?' The pained look in his eyes made
Willow remember what they'd seen Buffy and Angel doing the last time they
were there, and guessed Xander had seen them doing it again. She pitied her
friend.
At that moment Buffy emerged from another room, an evil gleam in her eyes.
She went over to Angel and leant down, seductively whispering in his ear. A
smile spread across his face, and he reached up, grabbed her from behind,
and pulled her into his lap.
Giving each other weary glances, Spike and Drusilla left the room.
"Oh god," Willow whispered, knowing what was coming.
Buffy was facing Angel, sitting on his torso, her legs stretched out on
either side of the back of the chair.
Angel kissed her passionately, with the need of a thousand men. She started
rocking her hips back and forth, rubbing up against him seductively. He
arched his back, struggling to keep from screaming. His hands were buried in
her hair, but he ran them down her shoulders to her bust, fondling what he
knew was her most sensitive spot. She pushed herself deeper into his hands,
needing him, now.
Giles was shocked. This was Buffy, and he couldn't believe what she was
doing. He'd only known her for a year before she was changed, and he'd never
known she had this kind of intense need. The way she was arching into
Angel's hands...he had to turn away.
Willow knew it must have been making Xander crazy. He loved Buffy, and
watching her make passionate love to her boyfriend was probably something he
could do without. Willow couldn't believe Buffy. She could remember Buffy
telling her about the need, but she didn't know it was this strong.
As Buffy and Angel started screaming with passion, Giles took the girls by
the arms and quickly led them out.
Once back out in the night air, they turned to each other. Cordelia was
babbling, absolutely shocked.
"I think I may need therapy," she muttered.
None of them had ever seen anyone doing anything like that before.
"Since when did Buffy get a tattoo?" Giles asked.
The girls shrugged.
None of them spoke again, but they all knew they had to save Xander.
"Hey! Buffy!" he called.
She turned to him. "Bait doesn't talk," she hissed.
"Well, I just wanted to say, I don't care if you're an animal. I still love
you." She'll never have any idea how hard it is for me to say this to a
demon.
Angel growled in anger. No one told Buffy that but him.
"Hey, okay, settle down," Xander assured Angel. "I mean, I do know her
better than you, but still..." his voice trailed off, angering both the
vampires.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Angel snapped.
Buffy rubbed against Angel's torso, soft at first, then harder and faster.
"Angel knows every inch of my body," she whispered seductively, trying to
hurt Xander even more.
"Yeah, sure," Xander snapped. "I bet everything you know about her, I know
too!"
"Oh, you think, huh?" Angel sneered. "Well, okay, do you know that she loves
to be called 'baby'?"
Buffy stroked his crotch dreamily at the sound of the word.
"Well, no, I didn't," Xander admitted. "But I'm still not convinced." He
hoped he was making them mad.
"And I bet you didn't know that there is nothing in the world that satisfies
her more than this?" He grabbed Buffy's breasts through the thin material of
her tube top, squeezing them, hard, as she writhed in pleasure.
Xander had to turn away as they displayed their affection.
"Okay, what else?" he knew vampires hated to be pushed.
"Well, there is actually one thing that satisfies me more," Buffy said
teasingly.
"Oh? What?" Xander asked.
Buffy and Angel locked eyes. He knew what she meant.
She lifted her arms and he pulled off her shirt, exposing her from the waist
up. He took her left breast in his mouth, sucking and biting, burying his
fangs in her soft flesh, while he caressed and pinched the other one with
his hand. Buffy was exploding with pleasure.
The agonizing look on Xander's face was priceless to the two vampires. Angel
stood behind Buffy, who was still topless, and he was caressing her with his
hands, careful not to let Xander see anything.
"Okay, so, you gonna kill me now?" Xander asked, hoping for a 'yes'.
Angel raised an eyebrow. "If you weren't bait, kid, you'd be dog meat!"
And he and Buffy turned and strode up the stairs, her slipping back into her
top as she did so.
"Look, I just want to see if they're here," Willow said. "We might be able
to speak to them about Xander."
They entered the club, and right away saw Buffy and Angel on the dance
floor, dressed in black and kissing as they danced. Buffy looked like a
trashy whore again, exactly the way Angel liked her. Her hair was tousled
from savage kissing.
Their bodies were moving together seductively, passion rising.
"I need you, now!" Buffy whispered softly into his ear. He took her hand and
started leading her away.
They were almost to the door when Willow ran into them. Giles and Cordelia
were behind her.
"Buffy," Giles managed to say through his fear. "We were hoping to find you
here."
"Mmmm," Buffy mumbled.
"Where's Xander?" Cordelia asked, stepping in front of Giles. She eyed
Buffy's skanky outfit and raised an eyebrow.
"Well, I think you know," Angel said.
They were confused. "How would we know?"
"What do you bloodbags take us for?" Buffy snapped. "You think we didn't
know you were hiding up on the balcony earlier on?"
They appeared taken aback.
"Yes, we knew you were up there," Angel said in a singsong voice.
"Hope you enjoyed the show," Buffy breathed.
Willow was staring at Buffy in disbelief. "You trashy slut!" she cried at
Buffy.
Her words didn't affect Buffy in the least. She reached behind her and
wrapped an arm around Angel's neck as he nuzzled her chest.
"You sure seem to like that, Buffy," Cordelia stated in an expressionless
voice.
Buffy bristled, sending off death looks as she arched towards Angel.
"Look, can the two of you keep your hands off each other for a few minutes
so we can discuss Xander, please?" Giles said exhaustedly.
"Okay," Angel murmured into Buffy's cleavage, but he didn't move. "Well,
it's a simple trade, really. We want your Vampyr book, so you give us that,
we give you him."<[>
Giles thought about this. His Vampyr book had all sorts of demons and
rituals in it, he could understand why they wanted it. "Okay," he finally
said. "We'll bring it by at the stroke of midnight tomorrow, on one
condition. Xander must be totally unharmed when we get him back."
"Deal," Buffy said.
Right now they were nowhere to be seen, but he's seen them go into their
bedroom earlier on, so he figured they'd still be in there.
He was right. They were lying on the bed, fingers intertwined, waiting for
Giles and the book.
"You have big hands," Buffy murmured softly as she curled her fingers around
them.
Angel laughed. "Why are you complaining?" he teased. "You seem to like what
they do."
"Actually," Buffy began, rolling on top of him, her back to his chest. "How
about a demonstration?"
Angel laughed again, happy to oblige.
Buffy was rocking her hips back and forth again, an action she knew drove
him crazy, while he ran his hands up and down her arms. He slipped them
under her arms to her chest, pinching and squeezing her, making her buck her
hips back and forth and sending him into agonizing pleasure. He ran his
hands down her stomach as she squeezed him between the legs, and he felt her
grip on him tighten as he slipped his hands inside her skirt. Buffy
squirmed, trying to force herself closer to him as he gently played with
her, sending her soaring. He ripped off her skirt, throwing it somewhere in
the room, as she flipped over and kissed him needily. He unbuttoned her top,
raising an eyebrow at her when he saw she had no bra on. She lifted his
shirt over his head. He buried his fangs in her breast as she pulled off his
sweatpants. She lay flat on top of him, letting her supple chest drive him
crazy.
Finally the need became to great and he flipped her onto her back and
straddled her.
Her eyes widened at his sudden movements, and she grinned.
"Ride it, cowboy," she purred, as they lost themselves in each other.
"Have you got the book?" Spike asked.
"Y - yes," Giles said, petrified.
"Go get the high-and-mighties, pet," Spike said in a sarcastic voice to
Drusilla. She scampered away.
Spike stared at them in total silence, waiting for Drusilla to return. He
blocked their path to Xander, so they couldn't go over to him and see if he
was all right.
They all turned at the sound of heels tapping loudly on the concrete floor
as someone approached.
Angel and Buffy followed Drusilla into the room.
The fangs marks on top of Buffy's bust were clearly visible, tiny droplets
of red blood on them. Willow raised an eyebrow.
Buffy walked up to them.
"Where's the book?" she asked in a steel voice.
Wordlessly Giles held it up, but Buffy didn't take it yet. She turned
swiftly and wandered back over to Angel.
"So how've you been?" she breathed in a singsong voice.
Giles sighed. He knew this was going to take a while. "Is Xander hurt?" he
asked.
"No, I don't think so," Angel shrugged nonchalantly.
"Not physically," Buffy added. "Maybe mentally though." She ran her hands
over Angel's chest.
Spike let out a sharp breath. "Anyone who spends more than a day around
these two are mentally damaged," he muttered.
Buffy hissed at him angrily.
"Well, can we take him now?" Giles asked.
"No, no, I really don't see that happening," Buffy murmured. She raised an
eyebrow at her minions, giving them the signal to lock the heavy door. The
three humans didn't notice.
"So Buffy," Cordelia asked, trying not to babble but finding it impossible.
"New tattoo, huh?"
Buffy glanced at her tattoo. "So you noticed," she snapped.
As Buffy turned her neck to meet Angel's lips, they all caught sight of
another pair of bite marks on Buffy's neck.
"What?" Buffy snapped.
"Oh, um, just . . . you have bite marks all over you," Willow told her.
"So I do," Buffy said in an expressionless voice. "What can I say? He can't
control himself."
Angel glanced at them and grinned.
"'At the height of passion'," Giles murmured, quoting Jenny. "Xander really
will be mentally damaged."
Buffy and Angel bared their fangs and hissed menacingly.
As Buffy turned to go over to Xander, Cordelia saw another tattoo, this one
on her hip. It was a tiny angel, with a heart around it.
Buffy had followed Cordy's gaze, and she hurriedly pulled up the waistband
of her skirt to cover it. Only Angel knew about that tattoo, it was their
special one.
Buffy slashed Xander's ropes with her vampire nails, and threw him onto the
humans, sending them all crashing to the floor. When they got up, they
realised Angel and Buffy were advancing on them, not planning to let them go
any time soon.
"Remember your deal," Giles said to them. "You can't hurt Xander."
"I know," Buffy said, a seductive, evil gleam in her eyes. She raised her
long nails and , with a flick of her wrist, she scratched Cordelia's face,
leaving huge long lines across it that would definitely scar.
Cordy raised both her hands to her face and screamed in agony.
"But I can hurt Cordelia," Buffy continued. Cordy's screaming was getting on
her nerves. "Shut up, bitch!" she screamed at her. "You think that's bad,
what till you see what 'catfight' means around here."
Cordelia's screaming instantly stopped.
Giles glanced at Willow, and she nodded slightly. She opened her mouth and
began chanting, performing the ritual to drive away vampires.
The vampires screeched and covered their ears, hissing and spitting. Giles
pulled the Slayerettes to the huge door, only to find it locked. In her
surprise, Willow stopped chanting.
The vampires were back onto them, game faces in full view. Each of them
chose one of the humans and followed them around the room like wild animals
stalking prey.
Spike had Cordelia boxed into a corner. The blood coming from the cuts Buffy
made on her face were driving him crazy.
Cordy had no weapon. She only batted her hands at him pitifully as he
advanced. She had no chance.
Buffy saw as Spike killed Cordelia, and she smiled happily. One down, three
to go.
Xander was quick. She had to give him that. But he was weak. He was all
talk.
"You are one screwed up chick, you know that?" he sneered at her. "You and
him, both of you are sick freaks!"
His words only exhilarated Buffy. He didn't know that harsh words only gave
her more strength.
"I loved you, Buffy," he continued. "But I never got anything back. Always
Angel, Angel, Angel!"
"Silence!" Buffy hissed.
"And then I come here and witness you and Angel going at it like there was
no tomorrow day after day, and I'm thinking to myself, 'what did I ever see
in this girl?' I really don't know."
Buffy was getting pissed off. Xander had no idea why he was saying all this,
it was just a death trap. Buffy bared her fangs and grabbed him around the
neck. She was just about to sink her teeth in when a voice called her.
"Baby?" it was Angel, standing a few feet away. He'd gotten bored with
Willow quickly, plus she kept chanting, so he'd just knocked her out and
thrown her into a corner.
Buffy dropped Xander to the ground and walked over to her loved one. Xander
watched in disbelief, so happy to be alive.
Buffy wrapped her arms around Angel's neck and kissed him passionately.
Still in game face, she lowered her teeth to his neck. As his blood filled
her mouth, she stroked him dreamily between the legs, putting on a show for
anyone watching. His eyes widened, then closed in ecstasy, as she squeezed
him harder. He gave back what she gave him, squeezing what he knew was her
most sensitive part.
Spike walked over to Drusilla. "What the hell are they doing?" he asked in
disbelief. She shook her head, clueless. "Hey!" Spike called to them. "Guys!
It's time to kill people, pronto!"
The two vampires ignored him. Buffy jumped up into Angel's arms and wrapped
her legs around his torso, bucking her hips back and forth and sending him
into spasms. He took hold of her behind and moved his hands with her as she
thrust her hips back and forth. With Buffy secured around his waist, Angel
revealed his fangs and sunk them into her breasts.
Spike and Drusilla sighed and tuned back to their victims.
They were gone.
"Why were they doing that?" Xander demanded. "They just totally ignored us."
"I have no idea why," Giles said. He looked around. "Damn! I left the book
in there. They got it after all."
"Hey, where's Cordelia?" Xander asked. He'd been so busy trying to fend off
Buffy he hadn't seen her.
Giles looked at him sadly. "I'm sorry, Xander," he said. "Spike was too
strong for her."
Tears filled Xander's eyes, and he raised his head to the sky and screamed
loudly, sobbing at the same time.
"I think they wanted to let us get away," Giles suddenly realised. "Oh,
Xander, of course! They're killing us one at a time. Buffy saw that Spike
had killed Cordelia, and doing that to Angel was just an excuse to let us
get away."
"So they'll kill another one of us later, then another, then another?"
Xander asked.
"Probably," Giles mused. "We are going to have to be so careful. We know
nothing about Buffy and Angel's patterns, and we have no way of knowing when
they'll show up next."
"My-my name is Jenny Calender," she managed to say.
"Oh, of course, you're Yanna!" the man said. "You're uncle told me all about
you. I'm very sorry to hear about your loss."
"Thank you," Jenny said. Her uncle had recently been murdered at the hand of
a vampire. No prizes for guessing which ones.
"What can I do for you?" he asked.
"Well, I'm looking for an Orb of Thessulah," she told him.
"Orb of Thessulah?" he repeated. "Yes, yes, we have plenty of them." He took
out a box from under the counter and opened it to reveal the Orb. "This one
just came in today. Brand new."
"Thank you, that will be perfect," Jenny said.
"If you don't mind my asking, ma'am, what exactly do you need that for?" he
asked. "Your uncle told me you weren't exactly into Gypsy magicks anymore."
"He's right," Jenny said. She raised the Orb in front of her face. "I'm <
trying to translate the Romanian texts to English, and use this to give a
present to some friends of mine."
"Really?" he asked, interested. "And if you do manage to conjure up the
texts, what are you going to give them?"
Jenny gazed into the Orb. "Their souls," she said simply.
She spun on her heel and left.
Drusilla was flipping through it when she suddenly cried out and lolled her
head back.
"Drusilla? What is it?" Spike asked.
"Someone's . . . hurting us," she murmured. "Someone's trying to destroy our
happy home."
Angel and Buffy stood up then, and stalked over.
"Who, precious?" Spike asked.
"It's . . . it's dark," Drusilla stammered. "Dark, dark, dark hair. Dark
eyes. She has a dark heart. A dark soul."
Buffy glanced at her in confusion. "How is she gonna hurt us?" she asked.
"She - wants to give you a gift. A nasty gift." Drusilla tugged on Spike's
arm. "Don't let her, Spike. We don't want the gift. Buffy and Angel don't
want the gift."
"She's giving Buffy and Angel a gift?" Spike asked. "What kind of gift?"
Drusilla hissed quietly. "The gift of goodness. Good deeds. Terribly horrid.
She must be stopped." Her voice faded to a whisper.
The other three vampires were left in confusion.
"Goodness, and good deeds," Spike murmured. "Dark hair, dark eyes. Do you
guys know anyone like that?"
"Oh, yes, there's - oh, no, we killed her," Buffy said.
"How about - no, she's dead too," Angel muttered.
"Oh, oh, I know!" Buffy cried. "Jenny! That little technopagen bitch Jenny!"
"She's gonna give us a gift?" Angel asked.
"I think it's time to go visit some old friends," Buffy whispered in a
deadly voice.
The guy whimpered in shock. "She-she bought an Orb," he stammered. "For a
friend. She gonna give them their, um, souls or something."
Drusilla hissed in anger. "Bitch!" she screeched. She turned, about to go
out the door.
The terrified shop owner let out a sigh of relief when he saw that she was
leaving. But just before she reached the door, Drusilla whipped around and
slashed his throat open with a fingernail.
"Don't talk to strangers," she whispered to his corpse.
She saved it onto a little yellow disc and left it on the computer desk. As
she waited for it to print, for some reason she raised her line of vision
for a moment, and gasped in shock. She stumbled backwards.
Angel was sitting in one of the student's desks, with Buffy sitting sideways on his lap. Both dressed entirely in black, they just stared at her,
watching, waiting.
Jenny's breath came in shaky gasps as she almost froze from the fear.
They're going to kill me, was her only thought.
Slowly Buffy got up and started walking, shedding her shiny leather jacket
as she did so. Angel followed.
"How did you get in?" she asked, terrified.
"We were invited," Buffy said innocently. "The sign out the front of the
school? Formatia trans sicere educatorum."
Jenny gasped. " 'Enter, all ye who seek knowledge'."
Angel laughed. "What can we say?" he teased. "We're knowledge seekers!"
"I don't think that sign counts for vampires," Jenny snapped.
There was the strangest little smile on Buffy's face as she wandered over to
where the Orb of Thessulah sat on the desk.
"Uh, Buffy, Angel, there's something I have to tell you," Jenny stammered,
trying to move very slowly towards the nearest door.<[>
"Oh, we already know," Buffy told her. "You went shopping at the local
boogedy-boogedy store, huh?"
Angel stepped up to the Orb. "Oh, yeah, I know what this does," he muttered.
He turned his attention to Jenny, clutching the Orb in his hand. "You know
the bad bit about these?" he asked in a friendly voice. Then he viciously
threw the Orb against the blackboard. It shattered dangerously close to
Jenny's head. "They're so bloody fragile."
Jenny whimpered, trying to find the doorknob behind her back.
Buffy wandered over to the computer.
"Baby?" She asked. "Is this what I think it is?"
Angel joined her. " 'The Ritual of Restoration'," he read aloud. "Brings
back memories, hey, Yanna?!" He snapped his head towards Jenny, who was
sobbing in fear.
"Oh, so you were gonna give us our souls back, huh?" Buffy asked cheerfully.
"Make me one of you again, so I can go back to being the big bad Slayer,
huh? Like that'll happen."
"No, Buffy, you don't understand, we need you!" Jenny cried. "You were the
best Slayer we'd ever had, the - "
"Shut up!" Buffy snapped. "You think I find pride in the fact that I once
Jenny's hand grasped the doorknob, and she twisted.
Locked.
Buffy savagely whipped out with her hand, smashing the computer to the
floor. It crashed and burst into flames.
Angel's attention was grasped by the papers on the printer. He walked over
to them and lifted them off.
"Our cures," he whispered dangerously. Slowly he wandered over to the
flaming computer and dropped the papers onto the fire.
"Oh, Jenny, Jenny, Jenny," Buffy hissed. "You really need to stop sticking
your nose in other people's business, doll. It'll get you in such awful
trouble."
Angel snapped his jaws playfully.
Jenny started to inch along the wall to the other door, opposite the two
vampires.
Angel and Buffy made a show of morphing into game face, then slowly
advancing on Jenny.
"Poor little Gypsy girl," Angel whispered. "So scared. So alone."
"I'd watch him, Jen," Buffy said with a smile. "He's got a thing about Gypsy
girls."
"Oh, really?" Jenny muttered, stalling.
"And gorgeous petite blondes with large chests," Angel added, wrapping his
arms around Buffy and making a cut along the top of her cleavage with his
fingernail. Blood trickled down, disappearing below the neckline of her
dress.
Buffy giggled.
Jenny reached out for the doorknob, and twisted it sharply.
Also locked.
"S-so that's it, is it?" Jenny asked. "This is how you want to spend the
rest of eternity? Just killing off the human population?"
Angel and Buffy pretended to think. "Yep, that's pretty much it."
Jenny struggled to unlock the door with the paperclip in her hand. "And what
about all of us?" she asked. "What are you gonna do to us?"
"Oh, y'know, just kill you off, one by one," Buffy said. She lowered her
voice to a scary psycho-killer level. "Just like in the movies."
"And right now, it's your turn," Angel told her. "Are you excited?"
"Yeah, whatever," Jenny muttered.
The vampires hissed, eyes glaring yellow. They jumped for Jenny, but at that
moment the door became unlocked, sending all three of them sprawling onto
the floor outside.
Jenny got up and ran.
Angel and Buffy exchanged glances and took off after her.
She rushed down the corridor, skidding on her heels, and turned to go down
the left wing. She spotted a janitor's cart and pushed it onto her
attackers, sending them flipping onto the ground.
Soon after they were back up and hot on her tail.
She ran through a set of double doors and slammed them shut after her. They
jammed, and Angel and Buffy couldn't get them open. Finally they just jumped
through the top half, which was made of glass.
Jenny had quite a lead on them now, and was utterly surprised when she
turned to look back and bumped into someone so hard she was winded. She
glanced up at the man.
Angel.
Panicked, Jenny turned to run, but was blocked by Buffy. She spun around,
staring at the vampires in fear. She was trapped.
Angel took her hair in his hand and pulled it viciously.
Game faces on, they sank their fangs into her neck.
"Hey!" screamed a voice. "Get the Hell away from her!"
Buffy and Angel turned, pissed by whoever interrupted them.
Giles, Xander and Willow stood a few feet away, laden with crosses and
stakes.
Buffy and Angel hissed, dropping Jenny to the floor.
" 'The ants go marching one by one'," Buffy snapped at them in a creepy
voice.
The vampires turned and ran.
Giles hurried to Jenny's side, cradling her head in his hands.
"Jenny? Jenny, talk to me."
Jenny groaned softly and moved her head.
"Giles? Is she okay?" Willow asked in a worried voice.
"She's lost too much blood, Willow," Giles said carefully.
"The . . . disc," Jenny choked out. "Yellow . . . disc."
Those were her last words.
"Ohhh..." Xander said.
"But there is no trace of the cure at all?" Spike asked.
"Not at all," Buffy said. "We burnt it."
"Good," Drusilla breathed. "We wouldn't want anyone else to find it."
None of them noticed the black-haired girl creeping about on the balcony,
listening to their conversation.
"I'm hungry, Spike," Drusilla whispered. "Take me out?"
"Sure, baby," he said. "You guys want to come?" He turned to Angel and
Buffy.
"No, thanks," Buffy said. "We just ate."
They laughed, and Spike and Drusilla disappeared out the door.
The girl with the black hair watched them go, but she didn't leave. She had
a lot to learn about the other two.
The blonde vampiress was walking over to the little table and picking up a
heavy book. She flipped it open and started to read something on the page.
The other vampire, the male, wasn't moving.
"This is perfect," the vampiress suddenly said. "Honey, we need to wake this
demon." She showed the other vampire the page she was reading. Even with her
heightened vision, the girl couldn't read the words from where she was
hiding.
The male vampire was standing behind the girl, and he started gently blowing
her hair away from her neck and kissing her. The girl turned so her lips met
his, and they stood there kissing.
The black-haired girl on the balcony was obviously surprised. Vampires
hardly ever had a lover. As she watched, Angel scooped Buffy up and carried
her into the bedroom, still kissing her.
And the girl turned and left.
"Angelus and Buffy," Faith murmured aloud. "Angelus, born in Ireland, 242
years old, sired by Darla, otherwise known as the Scourge of Europe. And
Buffy, born in California, 17 years old . . ." Faith trailed off. "Oh my
god. She was a Slayer! 'Sired by Angelus'." Faith set down the book, deep in
thought. She opened up another book, this one on Slayers. She flipped
through it until she found a Slayer named Buffy Summers.
"Buffy Summers, born 15th January, 1982, died 15th January, 1999. Became a
vampire at the hands of Angelus. Watcher, Rupert Giles."
Faith slammed the book shut. She had a lot of questions.
Oz sat on the table, swinging his feet, looking confused.
"I don't get it," he said. "Buffy would have had to willingly suck the other
vampire's blood, right? But she hated vampires. With the exception of Angel.
She would never do that."
"Yes, but Buffy was changed while she and Angel were . . . joined . . . if
you know what I mean," Xander told him. "She really didn't think about it
much."
Everyone jumped as a girl burst through the library doors and walked
straight up to Giles. "Are you Rupert Giles?" she asked.
"Yes, that's me."
"Do you know Buffy Summers?"
Silence fell over the library.
"Well, we - we did," Giles told her. "That is, before she was changed."
"She was a Slayer, right?" Faith asked. "And now she's a vampire?"
"Yes, that's right. How do you know?" Giles asked.
"I'm Faith. The new Slayer."
"Ohhh..." Giles said.
"I was hiding on the balcony in the factory and I saw her and this other
vampire-"
"Angel?" Willow asked.
"You mean Angelus? Is that Angel?" Faith asked.
"Yes, yes, that's him," Giles said.
"Anyway, I got a bit suspicious about the amount of humanity the have in
them, you know? They share love and affection, something very rarely seen in
vampires."
"Yes, I know," Giles said. "They were together before Buffy was changed.
Angel had his soul restored, making him a good guy. They were in love, and
while they were sleeping together one night Buffy was changed, and Angel
lost his soul again, making them both very evil and very dangerous."
Faith appeared very worried. "So you were Buffy's Watcher?" she asked.
Giles nodded. "Who is your Watcher?"
"Well, it was George Savalas, but he was recently killed, so now I have no
Watcher."
"You want to hang with us?" Willow asked her. "We were Buffy's friends, and
we knew about her identity. Now she's trying to kill us."
"Well, yes, I suppose I probably should stick with you," Faith said.
"So what are we going to do now?" Oz asked. "They can come in here now
because of the sign out the front, so we really aren't safe here."
"And Buffy can go in her house, because Joyce invited her," Giles said. "Who
else invited Angel into their house?"
"I did," Willow said. "I was helping him with that Billy Fordham thing."
"Yes, well, that presents a bit of a problem," Giles said. "Angel can now
enter your house, and once he's in, he can invite Buffy in and they'll both
have an all-access pass to your house."
"We can go to my place," Faith said. "I haven't invited them in."
"Good," Giles said. He moved to look out the window. The moon rose high in
the sky. "Then we must hurry. They may be out hunting as we speak."
Before long, they'd both fed on a couple of unsuspecting teenagers out the
back.
On the way back to the factory, they paused in front of the graveyard and
started kissing passionately.
A passing cop wandered over to them carefully.
"Hi, folks," he said in false cheerfulness. "Are you two drunk?"
They turned to him, angry at being interrupted.
"Do you have ways of transport to get home?" he asked them, speaking slowly
and clearly.
"I'm sure I'll be riding something before the night is over," Buffy
breathed, meaning anything but transportation.
The cop gave her a confused look, and Buffy put on her game face. She
knocked off the cop's hat and buried her fangs in his neck. Angel waited as
she dropped his limp body to the ground, then knelt down next to him. She
pushed one side of his jacket aside, searching for something.
"Baby, come on!" Angel called, getting all hot and bothered.
"In a sec!" Buffy replied, still searching. Angel sighed and started walking
towards her.
"Okay, got it!" Buffy announced.
"Got what?" Angel asked.
Wordlessly Buffy held up the object in her hand.
"Well, Buffy's killing us off, one by one," Willow told her. "She's already
killed a Slayer, our friend Cordelia, and Jenny Calender. They do have
affection for each other. We don't know why, though."
"Do they have any, like, birthmarks, or tattoos, something no other vampire
has?" Faith asked.
"Yeah, didn't Buffy once tell us Angel has a tattoo behind his right
shoulder?" Xander asked. "A bird or something."
"And Buffy has a tattoo on the top of her cleavage, a heart, with vines
woven around it, and a dagger piercing it," Willow added. "Why do you need
to know this?"
"In case they leave the country," Faith said. "Other countries must know how
to identify them."
"They're not leaving anytime soon," Giles said. "Buffy has her heart set on
killing each one of us, and now that you're here too, Faith, you are also in
danger."
She straddled Angel and kissed him ravenously. She pulled away and ripped
his shirt off.
"Baby, why am I handcuffed?" he asked in annoyance.
"Shhh," she held a finger to his lips. "I wanna make you squirm, baby."
She kissed down his chest, to his stomach, and she reached his waistband.
She tugged his pants down a little, but suddenly rolled off him and stood
next to the bed.
"What are you doing?" Angel asked. She climbed back onto the bed ad stood
over him. "Buffy, come on, baby!"
"Don't beg me now, Angel," her voice was low and sultry. "I promise you'll
beg me later."
She sat down on his torso again, rolling her hips back and forth and
watching his face in pure ecstasy. She could feel him pressing into her
thighs but she didn't release him. Not yet.
She ran her hands through his hair teasingly, loving the fact that she was
driving him crazy.
She turned over so her back was pressing against his chest.
"Buffy, please!" he cried.
She slipped her hands behind her back and started stroking his crotch
gently.
"Uh uh uh," she scolded playfully. "You gotta let me have my fun."
He groaned, desperate for her, but didn't say anything else.
She didn't let go, just kept squeezing him, harder and harder. He was going
into spasms.
Finally Buffy rolled over again and sat on his chest, pining him to the bed, as she pulled off her shirt. He watched, breathing hard, bucking back and
forth, as she leant down so her chest was right in front of his face. He
raised his head a little and kissed her there, hoping she'd feel pity and
release him. He put on his game face, biting her, as she writhed in
pleasure.
But again she pulled away, sliding backwards so she made him a little
crazier. She pulled off his shoes, then her own, and straddled him again. By
the way she felt him pressing into her, she knew what he was going through.
She finished undressing herself, then finally started undoing his pants. She
slid them down as slow as possible, loving her effect on him. However, she
refused to take off the handcuffs. She ran her tongue over his whole body,
showing no mercy.
"Do you want this, baby? Do you want me?" she breathed. "Is this what you
want?"
"Yes! Yes! Buffy, please!" Angel begged.
Then finally she kissed him again and allowed him to have his own way.
She bucked as she felt him pounding into her. She'd never felt anything like
this before. He'd never been like this before.
Everything else fled from their minds as they were lost in passion.
"What was that?" Xander asked.
"Omi Sau," Faith murmured. "Oh, no, they wouldn't dare..."
"What?' Willow asked.
"The vampires are raising a demon known as Omi Sau, and he cannot be killed.
He sends off blue lasers which go throughout the entire world, causing
everyone it touches to commit suicide the fastest way possible," Faith said.
"Well, what are we going to do?" Oz asked.
"Okay," Faith thought aloud. "I'm going to go find out where the demon is
right now, Giles, I need you to read up on him and find out if there is any
way to stop him. You guys," she motioned to Willow, Oz, and Xander, "can go
find Buffy and Angel and try to kill them before they can give the demon
orders. Do you know of any weaknesses they may have?"
Xander and Oz shrugged, but Willow had an idea.
"Each other," she said. "They are their own greatest weakness. If you catch
Angel, Buffy will be eating out of your hand in order to get him back. And
vice versa."
"Good, try that," Faith said. "Don't forget to take as many stakes and
crosses as possible. And some holy water."
They all left the apartment and went their own separate ways.
"Soon, Spike," Angel called impatiently. "We woke him, so he'll come
straight to us for orders. Maybe he stopped for burgers or something."
Buffy giggled seductively.
She kissed Angel lightly, and got up. "So," she said. "What do you guys
wanna do after we destroy the world?"
Drusilla hissed happily.
Buffy wandered back over to Angel. She sat down in his lap again, grinning
as his arms snaked around her from behind and began caressing her.
"I'm hungry," she whispered in his ear.
Immediately he offered his neck to her, and she put on her game face and
buried her fangs in his flesh. Angel's blood was definitely better than
anyone else's.
Clutching Angel's hand, she got up again, pulling him with her.
"We're going for a walk," she said, walking towards the door. "I wanna try
and find that stupid demon. He's probably lost."
They left the factory, and headed down the street. Holding hands, they
walked in silence for a while.
"Are you okay, baby?" Angel asked.
"I'm fine, why?"
"You're walking kinda weird."
Buffy giggled. She wrapped an arm around his neck and laid a hand on his
chest. "That's your fault, precious," she told him.
"My fault?" he asked. "Why is it my fault?"
"Oh, baby," she grinned. "You can't help it." Her lips went all pouty,
making her even sexier. She lowered her voice to a sultry whisper. "You're
just so big." She ran her tongue over his jawline. "Makes me sore."
Angel raised an eyebrow at her, grinning.
"And then I can't walk right," she continued. Moaning softly, she ran a hand
over her stomach. "I want you in there now." She took his hand and placed it
on her stomach. "It's where you belong. I don't feel complete without you
there too, pounding into me."
Angel moaned and lowered his hand below the waistband of her skirt. "I'll be
back in there soon, baby," he told her.
"Yesss," she whispered, tensing. "And I'll be complete. Sore." She stroked
his crotch. "Bruised. Squeezed. All yours."
Angel groaned. He wanted to be in her, now. But he knew he couldn't. "You
like feeling like that, don't you?" he managed to choke out.
"Oh, yes," she whimpered. "It brands me. I'm all yours, Angel. No other guy
could fill me like you do. No other guy could make me feel so sore." She
smiled sexily. "The pain reminds me that I'm yours. And only yours. It tells
me to get back to you so you can go back where you belong."
Her words were driving Angel crazy. "You're sore," he murmured. "I'll have
to help my lady."
"Your lady," she breathed. "Only yours."
"I love to see you like that," he murmured. "Branded as mine."
She moaned, leaning into him.
They moved on, continued down the street.
Either of them noticed the three teenagers, hidden in the bushes.
Willow, Xander, and Oz.
They'd heard every word.
"They're sick," Oz agreed. "Well, really, it's kind of sweet, seeing two
people so in love..." he caught sight of Willow's disapproving glare. "No,
it's just sick."
"What were they doing out here?" Willow murmured. "Omi Sau was supposed to
come to them!"
"Well, if they don't have him yet, maybe Faith still has a chance of killing
him," Xander said. "That is, if Giles finds a way he can be killed."
Willow sighed. "I really miss the old Buffy," she said. "Not this new,
crazed, sex-kitten Buffy. Hey, remember that time she'd just found out Angel
was a vampire? She was so upset then. It was sad."
"I wish we'd never even met her," Xander confessed. "Then we wouldn't have
to kill her."
"We do have to, though," Oz said. "She's killed three people close to us.
She's kidnapped you, Xander. She's a slutty whore and even though she used
to be our friend, we still have to kill her."
"You know, I really don't appreciate it when you call my girlfriend that," a
bone-chilling voice said behind them.
Fearfully, they turned around.
Angel was standing there, with Buffy a few feet behind him. Buffy was
staring at Oz.
"New kid, huh?" she rasped. "You're gonna get yourself killed."
"I'll take my chances," he said.
"You have no chance," Buffy said. "But, y'know, I think it may be fun to
have a few guinea pigs for when Omi Sau gets here, don't you think, honey?"
she turned to Angel.
"Oh, that'll be great," he agreed.
Before Willow or Oz could move, Buffy and Angel had them around the necks
and were dragging them away.
"Don't worry about Xander," Buffy said loudly. "We've already caught him
once, he's too boring."
And all Xander could do was sit there and stare while his friends were
dragged away. Then he turned and ran for the library.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Okay, we need a new plan," Willow decided, after Cordelia's plan to get
another rocket launcher was passed by.
"I can't believe they took him," Cordelia whispered. "We need to find out
more about them, then kill them. It's our only hope."
*
Cautiously, Giles, Willow, and Cordelia crept onto the balcony and peered
down at the vampires.
*
Angel and Buffy were just about to leave to go feed. Xander couldn't bear to
be stuck in here any longer, so he decided to use his mouth to get him out
of this. He would rather die than be used as bait to kill Willow, Giles, and
Cordelia.
Xander sighed in frustration.
*
Willow, Cordelia, and Giles headed towards the Bronze.
"So, Willow, why are we coming here again?" Giles asked.
Angel hissed. Buffy smiled evilly.
*
It was midnight. The vampires were waiting in their home. Xander hadn't
eaten in over two days, and he had lost a lot of weight. He'd seen Angel and
Buffy consumate their love for each other so many times he felt like the
images were permanently printed into his brain.
*
Giles, Willow, and Cordelia slowly entered the vampires' lair. They could
see Xander in the middle of the room, tied up. Spike and Drusilla stood next
to him.
"Bite me," Willow whispered sarcastically. She'd forgotten about Buffy and
Angel advanced hearing, not expecting them to hear. But they did.
*
Panting, Giles and Xander collapsed onto the ground outside the factory.
Giles carefully laid down the unconscious Willow. They'd gotten out the
balcony exit while the vampires attention was . . . diverted.
*
The bells above the door clanged as Jenny Calender entered the tiny shop on
Horrace Street, her arm still in a sling from when Buffy broke it. An
eccentric-looking shop owner entered from the back room. His eyes washed
over the room freakishly, and his gaze rested on Jenny.
*
Angel and Buffy had Giles Vampyr book, and were spending a lot of time
learning the incantations and spells to conjure up demons in it.
*
The little bell in the shop clanged again, this time announcing Drusilla's
arrival. The unsuspecting shop owner came out, then reeled in surprise when
he saw the vampiress standing in the doorway.
"I hear you had a customer today," Drusilla breathed, running her tongue
over her fangs. "She came for a present." She lashed out with her
fingernails. "What did the mean lady want?"
*
The computer cast a creepy glow over Jenny's face as she stared at the
screen. Her good arm clutched the mouse as she tried to decipher the
Romanian texts.
Finally the words on the screen appeared in English.
Yes! Jenny thought as she printed them out. Oh, Buffy, you're so gonna love
me for this!
killed my own kind? Hunted down my friends with pointy sticks? Constantly
hearing that I couldn't be with Angel because it 'wasn't safe'?"
*
Tears welled in Giles' eyes as Jenny died in his arms. He forced them back.
He knew he had to be strong. For Willow and Xander's sakes, at least.
Willow was crying softly, and Xander was comforting her.
" 'The ants go marching one by one'," he murmured. "What the Hell?"
"Oh, Xander," Giles sighed. "She means that she's going to kill us one by
one. We're the ants, marching to our death."
*
Spike and Drusilla hung onto every word of Buffy and Angel's story of how
they'd killed the teacher trying to retain their souls. They were
fascinated.
When they got to the part about how they were interrupted by Giles, Spike
and Drusilla's eyes flashed in anger.
*
Faith, the black haired girl, was back in her flat, reading a huge, heavy
book. She was very intrigued by the two vampires in the factory, and wanted
to find out who they were.
It didn't take her long to find what she was looking for. There were photos
of the two vampires in the book, no mistaking them.
*
Giles, Willow, Xander, and Oz were all sitting around in the library trying
to figure out what to do next. Willow had warned Oz of the danger involved
in being in Buffy and Angel's path, but he said he didn't care, he wanted to
help.
*
Angel and Buffy noiselessly prowled the streets of Sunnydale. They were
hungry, not only for blood, but for each other. They wanted to get the hunt
over and done with quickly.
They rounded a corner and the Bronze loomed in front of them. Glancing
sideways at each other, they entered the Bronze.
Handcuffs.
*
Faith shut the door after them as she led them into her apartment.
"Okay, so we need some information on Buffy and Angel's patterns," Faith
said. "What can you tell me about them?"
*
Buffy snapped the handcuffs around Angel's hands, chaining him to the
bedpost. She'd locked the door, and Spike and Drusilla weren't home. No one
to interrupt her plans.
*
Candles lit up every spare surface, giving the room a ghostly glow as Angel,
Buffy, Spike, and Drusilla began the ritual to raise the demon known as Omi
Sau. Omi Sau had originated from Japan, and was almost indestructible.
The earth shook as they finished the ritual. Omi Sau was back in town.
*
Faith, Giles, Willow, Xander, and Oz all felt the rumble as the earth shook.
Struggling to keep from falling over, they grabbed onto anything stable and
waited it out.
*
Buffy flopped down in Angel's lap, bored.
"When's he coming?" Spike complained.
*
"Oh, Jesus Christ!" Xander swore. "What Angel's like in bed is a little more
than I needed to know."
End Part 2