Taken By the Night
Parts Six and Seven

“Now that we are alone…lets talk”

Buffy sat at the edge of the large marble tableau in the center of the room. It was dimly lighted and more than annoyingly silent. The floor was cold to the touch of her bare feet and the marble was harsh on the skin of her bare ass beneath the leather coat.

“Your wish is my command…what do you want to talk about, Angelus?” Growing up into a woman had been a fast process to our heroine. She was now aware of the subtle differences between girls and women…

Women had wisdom, mystic, and beauty. Girls had only the beauty.

“Your conversion.”

Two words that made Buffy cross her arms in the universal sign of being worried and holding back her thoughts.

“I…” She swallowed hard before speaking again. “When is it gonna happen and what should I do to prepare myself…for it?” She was serious, calmed in appearance and cold to the point of shivers, but not afraid.

“This weekend, and preparation is a simple three-step routine.” He smiled suddenly and opened his coat and shirt to warm up against the fire. Angelus had never feared the fire—he actually liked it. Its lovely color, its warm sensation, its cleansing power, its brightness, and above all, he loved the blue fire. It reminded him of Buffy, a flame of the purest passion…of the love that shone bright and calm in her eyes as she deliberately accepted her destiny.

“Then name me the steps please…I’d like to get on with it right away.”

He chuckled at her vehemence and turned his back on her. The look of pure affection on her face was clear when he changed his visage into the vampire’s one.

“First you learn to do exactly as I say. When I say ‘exactly’ I mean specifically what I say, nothing less and nothing more…come here, slave”

She frowned and stiffened, but did not bulge.

“You are not going to ask me to do something against my principles, are you?” Her eyes grew darker as he walked towards her, picking up a small box from the chair as he walked.

“Well…obedience is the one from a childe that includes an absence of protest, Slayer. You do as I say, period. You are not stupid, although blonde and pretty, so you must understand what I mean. Giles must have spoken at least once of the nature of the childe-sire relations, right?” He opened the box before reaching her and pulled a blindfold out of it.

“I don’t like being blinded.”

Tough! said Angelus through their link. He didn’t like her to be insecure. Hadn’t I shown you I mean you no harm? If I wanted to kill you, I would have done it already.

“Do as I said and you’ll be alright.” he was reasoning with her, trying without punishment to make her understand the dynamics of childe-sire relationship.

“We need a failsafe.”

There’s none, Buff. You follow the steps and that’s it. He fastened the blind around her head and tossed her upon his shoulder as he carried her into another room, even more silent than the first.

She was smart enough not to try and take it off, but she was still weary of the outcome of this particular exercise.

“Be quiet now, slut!” He wasn’t sweet or tender. He was simple and straight. He wanted her compliance and he wanted it without doubts.

“What did you just called me?” She tried to turn on his shoulder to face him, but it was too late. He had her now immobilized with handcuffs as he slapped her soundly and repeatedly on the ass.

She winced several times, but did not cry in pain. She was too proud to cry on a simple beating. And it was not even a painful one for that matter, just meant for show.

“Stand up.”

She thought he was talking to her, but in truth he wasn’t. She tried to make it out of his arms, but he placed her quickly on somebody else’s arms. She noticed the warmness and strength of the holder and frowned startled at something.

There was nothing human in her holder. The smell, feel or size wasn’t familiar to her. As a matter of fact there was six arms holding her.

“Are you going to sacrifice me?”

The holder pushed a slimy tentacle into her mouth, effectively silencing her and grossing her at the same time.

“Now, now. Lets start with the chair.”

The octopus demon moved and after a safe ten seconds dropped her on top of a barstool, or what it felt like it to Buffy. It was cool and harsh as marble beneath her nakedness…until it moved.

“Angelus! Let me off”

Then there came a gag. One so big, she had to breath through her nose and hold her jaws so open that they were numbed instantly. She feared she was going swallow her tongue.

Precisely my point, slut. Now be still or you’ll fall and burn, said Angelus. Buffy noticed something warm near her, something that smelled like smoke, and something that was trying his way towards her. Something familiar and yet alien at the same time.

Then came a mad chanting and Angelus pulled her down unto something liquid. Blood, she noticed for the coppery smell. She bit her tongue before speaking as she sensed a myriad of hands caressing her, probing her intimately even.

At some point she began to relax and managed a few seconds of pure bliss, but an orgasm was out of question.

What is going on? She tried the link and he sent her off softly.

Patience and you’ll see for yourself. She waited and slowly the smell of burning sandalwood invaded her. It was intoxicating. The spicy essence came from oil that fell on her, head first, then hair, face, neck and collarbone later.

Slow working rivulets were warming their way through her body. When she felt familiar hands grip her thighs apart she shuddered.

“Please!” She didn’t now exactly was she was begging for, but she desperately wanted the blind off so she could see the reality surrounding her.

The chants began again, sounding like a maraud of crazy monks to her, but crazy monks didn’t turn her on her stomach before the proceeding to eat her alive.

Lick by lick they lavished her until she felt like pool of oil. One strong lick grazed her neck and she felt her heart skip a beat. Another one sank between her shoulder blades and she contorted in pleasure. A mouth drove her thumb into warmness and another started licking the palm of her hands. Soon enough she tossing and turning in a million directions as sensations overwhelmed her. She was a human bowl of milk and the cats were feeding ferociously.

Then it all stopped.

Just when I was about to come, she said into the link.

Not yet. I haven’t given you permission.

Little paws, like those of spiders walked along her back, going down on it towards her rear. Buffy arched her back to prevent them from reaching her destination and that gained her a sound slap in the left cheek.

You forced me into rushing this. His voice even in the link had been harsh, implacable, and dangerous.

Suddenly hands were pushing her on all fours. The little paws had morphed into a hand. Angelus’ hand made a south oriented travel on her body, starting in her neck and ending on her rear.

Suddenly all the noise stopped and Buffy swallowed hard. She was at the center of a cult and something was about to happen.

“You are about to be immolated.” He said it out loud to broadcast to both his mate and their audience, and then without preamble he pulled her hair backwards and bit her neck. But he didn’t feed on her. He made a murderous gash in both sides of her larynx and let the blood drip slowly into something.

Buffy tried to scream.

But the sound never came.

The silence was deafening.

Buffy’s heart was stuttering.

And Angelus chose that moment to massage her clit as he penetrated her.

First lightly and then profoundly.

Inch by inch he worked his way into her body.

Until some of the blood traveled south and gathered in her genitals and around his dick.

And she came, wave after wave of powerful orgasm.

Le petit mort and le grand mort joining hands.

He thrust in and out so slowly that he counted her contractions around him, seven, nine, ten, and finally eleven, and then it was time to count the jerks as she collapsed in the pool and remained chained by a thousand hands.

Buffy lost control of her legs and unexpectedly the blindfold was off and he was holding her. She noticed he was covered in gold powder and blood and smiled as the last flash of memory went away.

“I love you.” Angelus didn’t wait any longer and pressed his mouth to the hideous gash and drank, while simultaneously pressing her head to his heart. When she was blinded he had cut a long line above his heart. She fed from it.

The chants had begun again, and the people Buffy noticed were all dressed like monks. Their eyes were marked horribly in the absence of orbs with a ‘x’. Their mouths were sewn and their skin was pale and wrinkled, like corpses. They smelled foul like death and corruption and other horrible things.

There were things with tentacles and werewolves and small midgets looking like a cross-bread of spiders and humans, and they had all gathered around her.

“My mate,” Buffy heard Angelus whisper as he elevated her above his head to offer his prize to the demons and then placed her on a sarcophagus at his left.

He was careful in placing her, naked and covered in gold dust. She opened her eyes and felt the angst and pain in his face.

He was afraid.

He was afraid to lose her.

He was worried of the possibility of her not waking up.

He was tired.

He was horny.

And above all things he was madly in love with her.

Buffy let realization hit her and her eyes drifted off onto emptiness. Her soul abandoning reason and memory. Her body falling endlessly into the nothing, and then into the absence of all, even of the pain.

Angelus and the priests of the First chanted on and on around Buffy and the last sight she held was of their heads bent in prayer.

But what were they praying for? That was my concern.

Part VII lawyers at best

“Well done, Sire. She will be magnificent!”

What else could you expect? Look at her dormant. She is beautiful in nothing, preferably beneath me, but the sky blue is her color, like her flame, to contained for red, to sweet for orange, too sunny for yellow… Look at me!! She has made me a poof, a simpering besotted fool of her.

“Bring me the first course. I’d like to sample it before her” It has to be the best, sweet virginal blood for her. Not a male, not a ripe female, certainly not bottled, and not spoiled…I see her lunging for her throat and sinking those pointy fangs into the vein. Spilling a few drops on the voracious hunger of the young ones, and then offering her neck to me, to her mate, begging me to take her roughly, to hurt her and then to make it all go away in a wave of ecstasy, because I would do nothing less.

“Master, the girl is here.” He eyed her up and down, something was awfully familiar about her. Maybe the blue sweater, or the white panty house on sports shoes, or the essence of werewolf hovering around her…and the red hair. Dear lord, they brought me red! Willow…wonderful, well she fits the criteria, and she is also on my list for the future. I guess she will be Buffy’s playmate one way…or the other.

“Approach, slave.” The minion knelt Willow at his feet and removed the gag for him.

“We know you have Buffy. We are gonna do something to stop you. We will not let you convert her!”

Let her talk a while. That way she’ll tell me everything she knows. She is bound to go loose and start spilling her beans rather quickly. And then will sample her…I should have the guards prepared to hunt a mad werewolf after I have my way with her.

“What will you do to stop that?” I will gag her again, tie her to the lovely dungeon in the fourth floor, have the hounds bathe her like they did to Buffy. Though not blindfolded. She likes dogs, wait until she sees the hounds sniffing and licking her. Then I’ll soothe her grossed-out manner with a bath in the blood pool and a session of clit molestations…until she comes, then I’ll take her in the ass…

“We’ll put a stake through your nonexistent heart, and then sweep you under the rug of the Councils office, and then we’ll send Buffy to therapy for falling in love with you and betraying her friends and family! Hell, we’ll make a spell so she falls out of love with you! And Miss Calendar will give you your soul back so you can suffer in pain as she says NO again and again to you!”

Miss Calendar is next on my list then. Thank you, Red. You’ve made my day.

“Slave, take the girl to the dungeon on the fourth floor.” ‘Now, now, my dear Buff. We will wait for dusk in the Ivory chamber, but first I’ll see to make Red done with her running tongue…permanently.’

Come on, Willow, it’s not so bad. It’s only a little cock, on your little cunt. It can’t be that painful! You came, it has to feel nice to be filled…coming to think of the last virgin I took, she didn’t scream or cower like you. But then again it wasn’t me, gosh! I forgot you are just human. It must be hurting a little. Fine. I’ll be done with it…I wasn’t enjoying it much anyway…I’m afraid to say there’s nothing quite like Buffy out there…dawn is coming now.

Quietness. Exactly what I needed, now lets sleep.

“You’ll regret doing this!”

The last threat of a victimized woman. I missed those! Though coming from the girl in shackles it certainly lacks a punch. “I have no conscience, therefore I have no regrets. But it’s all pointless, you see… Buffy will kill you in about six hours and then I would have regretted sending you to hell still a virgin. So you should thank me…I was very generous with you, I could have fed your body to the hounds, but I didn’t, did I?”

I could have done you a hundred times worse, but out of respect for your friendship and loyalty with my mate, I had pity…dear hell! How Buffy has changed me. I’m capable of pity after all these years of senseless anger and hatred! Now let’s…

A rapid change in the air made him stop his internal monologue, suddenly the manor smelled like sunshine and sea, and he noticed an uproar in the base floor…

Buffy! Something is wrong with her!

Buffy had awakened.

Buffy had walked out of her sarcophagus and out of the house…into daylight.

Dear lord, she is suicidal!

But she wasn’t, she was scared and confused and her body felt very different, but she was still herself, full of doubts and pain.

“She is not burning, how come?” Se stared at her dumbfounded. She was staring at the cliffs and her hair was shinning in the sunlight, so bright it looked as if was made of gold.

Slowly she rubbed her arms and belly. It all hurt, like a thousand knives pushing through the skin. A thought assaulted her in the mist of the pain. She wasn’t burning but she couldn’t hear her heart either.

What on earth am I then?

Angelus caught her distress on their link, and the wave of suffering was so great he doubled down and grunted. Come inside now! he barked in her head.

Wait, there’s something here… Rapid wind came and whirled her camisole around her, enfolding her, she shook and let the on coming wind enter her with driving force.

She choked and stumbled to her knees.

And the pebbles beneath her bare legs dug her skin. The weight of the wind inside her was tremendous. Blood seeped through her nose and her eyes closed at the pain that gripped her lower belly like a fist.

Seconds after, four hounds were tugging her insistently by the camisole. They were sent by angelus to retrieve her, since he could not risk that kind of sunlight.

“You said…three steps. What about two and three? What were those?”

Shush. It’s all going to pass. You are…I don’t now what or how you are, but you are still my mate. Relax. I’ll watch you.

She breathed deeply and the wind settled in her back. There it spread, warming her skin and soothing her mind. The chaos suddenly took form and a wave of consciousness overwhelmed her. She was seeing herself through Angelus’ eyes. She felt and saw him and her as one single being, finally fused entirely.

“Make love to me.”

It’s so sultry, that voice. I need to do as she says. I must…love her. Angelus fought the thought like the insulting notion it was, but the instinct was stronger than him. He had to have her, period.

A kiss upon her warm skin fills my senses. Her essence…it’s so divine, like jasmines and vanilla. Her taste is sweet and tangy. Her skin is so soft—it’s almost silky. The white of her spread thighs…it’s the sight I can’t walk away from.

The blue canopies of the bed were swirling beneath the current of air that came from the window. The forms on top of the ancient bed were mingled in tight embrace. He was buried between her legs. His head of shiny dark hair was being caressed by her hand, as he moved slowly sideways between the long graceful members of her.

The muscles of his back shone perfectly visible, his shoulder blades rotating to fit the weight of his body in his elbows. His tattoo looked like it was about to soar through the skin.

His hands kept her spread-eagle beneath him, captured in the embrace. Her other hand was grasping the bed top for leverage. Her toes were curling and her moans were so loud it sounded like he was about to kill her.

She started shuddering and jerking and a bead of blood colored sweat gathered between her eyes. He was too wrapped up to notice the uncanny event, but he felt then how she fought for control. Wait just one more second and I’ll be inside you.

He went up and noticed the silver eyes staring passionately at him. Her golden hair was spilled on the satin black pillows. Her little fangs shone through her partially open mouth. There were no ridges on her forehead and her cheeks were positively flushed.

On his way up, he paused to suck and nibble her right nipple. It was dusky and erect, like its twin mate. She writhed and sighed as he sucked the skin into his mouth, grazing it against his fangs without breaking the skin.

Suddenly, he took the entire breast into his mouth and sunk his fangs into it. She screamed but managed to hold the orgasm again.

Too caught up to care in delaying any more, he slowly massaged her crevice sideways, careful not to touch the clit. After it was thoroughly moist in her honey, he surged painstakingly slow into her.

She arched her back and offered her neck in submission.

Halfway in, he stopped again and withdrew. Only to come in again even more slowly than the first time. She was tumbling now on the very verge of a colossal ride.

You can come now, love.

All of the air drew out of her as she wrapped her legs around his waist and secured him as deep as his manhood would go into her. He withdrew once, twice, and in the third time she jerked up and convulsed around him, so strongly she lifted both of their bodies off the bed several times in the arches of her back as the best orgasm of her life overrode her.

He didn’t wait. He came right along with her. The sensations of her body felt as if they had been his. It had been so powerful, he was tired and spent after sex…for the first time of his un-life, but something was missing.

Take my blood, Buffy.

He offered his neck as he sank his fangs into her neck. He sucked vigorously and Buffy shook as the last wave of the second orgasm rode its way out of her.

Then she pierced, ever so delicately, his skin, exactly above the vein, two small pinpricks that bled very little. She sucked on them for a few seconds and wrapped herself around him as she fell into slumber.

He wasn’t shocked. She had awakened too early, but the reality of her state was still a mystery to him.

Sleep now, darling. Tomorrow we’ll make inquires about this. A little nagging feeling was in his heart, a sensation achingly close to worry. He couldn’t stop remembering her standing in the sunlight.

It would kill me to admit it, but I do have feelings for her. Too strong feelings to tell anybody about them though.

He was quiet then for a few minutes until slumber gripped him too and he spooned Buffy’s body. His back pressed to hers, his head resting in the hollow of her shoulder, his cock semi-erect poking the back of her thighs, his legs and feet tangled up with hers, his left hand twined with hers above her chest, his right arm beneath her head, supporting it.

In the faint gleam of the dark room, two claddaughs shone together in the twined fingers of the lovers, symbolizing something stronger than society and custom. Something new and old at the same time, something capable of everything. The picture they made was so heartbreakingly tender that a simple observer would have said husband and wife, lover and beloved or mates at lowest. Both bodies were so fused they seemed one, impossible to tear apart now, not even by death.

“I love you,” he whispered to his sleeping mate. She didn’t listen but felt the embrace that got bear hug tight and smiled on her sleep whispering, You know I love you too, back in his head.

Wolfram and Heart, L.A. California

“Nice to meet you, Mistress O’Quinn. Or should I say mistress, Angelus?”

“Call me Buffy, if you will Mr. Manners, or Slayer.” Holland manners extended his right hand but she did not take it. Her right hand was holding the hand of her mate, to let go would have been murderous.

“How should I call her then?” ‘Have I told you how nice your breast look in that corset, Slayer?’ He let his gaze go down and marveled at the size of her bosom.

“Mistress O’Quinn sounds fine—lets talk business, Holland. I have a thorn in my side. Her name is Calendar, a gypsy, female, brunette, currently fucking my wife’s ex-watcher.”

When did we got married, Sire? Hey, I’m getting kind of hungry.

Angelus brought the hand of his mate to his lips and kissed it before letting it go down, separated from hers then.

“Well, Angelus, it’s quid pro quo. We make you one, you make us one. Right, Mistress O’Quinn?”

She snarled at Holland for saying it like that.

“I owe you nothing Mr. Manners—other than death. Can I eat him, Sire?” Buffy disliked the man instantly and Angelus laughed at the display.

“Look her, Holland. Just a minute of acquaintance and she already knows you. Darling, we mustn’t haste. After all, Holland is bound for other matters. Why don’t you gaze upon the window for a second. I have matters to discuss with the dead man.”

She smiled to her mate but then gazed murderously upon Holland’s neck and salivated deliberately, with a cold menacing look worse than Angelus had ever seen in her.

“Of course, Sire. Your wish is my command.” She walked towards the panoramic window. She decided that it was beautiful indeed. Los Angeles, the city where she had been born…and reborn too.

“We will kill her if you kill Faith. She has teamed up with the council and managed to stop a minor apocalypse. She is stirring problems…send her, send your mate, provided she has no soul.”

Angelus could not prove that or anything else about his mate.

“I will see that Miss Faith stops getting in your way. Now I must discuss something with you about prophecies and my mate.”

He walked into another room and left Buffy alone. Abruptly a deep pain assaulted her. Angelus had severed the link and the pain was so great she had to grip the balustrade. Buffy then understood what binded and bonded meant in essence.

“Speak quickly. My head feels like it’s going to burst.” Angelus had to sit down to accept the private conversation without killing Holland and returning to his mate.

“You lost your mind—if you ever had it. You can’t turn slayers. Whenever they drink a vampire’s blood, they get stronger. And if she died, there would have been a new slayer called. My sources tell me it wasn’t. You must get rid of her. She cannot be stable.”

“Has it ever been done before?”

“Never, ever. It’s suicide. She could stake you in your sleep, or toss you into sunlight, cut your head off and a million of other things that I wouldn’t know about. She is a freak and you are in great danger!”

“Heard enough. I’ll get back to you later on Faith’s matter…and Holland?”

“Yes, Angelus?”

“Happy trip to hell.” Angelus opened the door and Buffy lounged for the man. She took his tie and choked him with it. As he was weakening, she sank her fangs into his neck and sucked until the heart stopped. Then she dropped the corpse unceremoniously into the carpet and finished the performance by smoothing her leather pants of any wrinkle.

“He was bothering me, you know?”

He laughed and offered his left hand and she took it merrily.

She was almost bouncing in the stilettos he had bought for her, a look of pure delight in her face as he kissed a lingering drop that escaped the corner of her mouth.

“How do you feel about redheads, darling?” said Angelus as he opened the door to Lilah Morgan’s office.

“I fancy them, Sire.”

He poked his head into the room and winced at the sunlight. “Next time shut the blinds, Lilah. And…you have been promoted. Welcome to the vice-presidency of Wolfram and Heart.”

“Who’s the president now?”

“Well, why I am Miss Morgan.”

Buffy kissed the side of his neck as she eyed the brunette’s bosom and neck. Well, aren’t we restless? Wait, we must work an appetite first.

“I would never betray you, Angelus” said Lilah. He was still handling the paperwork for the power transition when three warlocks and a minotaur walked in.

“Now would be a good time to probe your loyalty—call security.” He was alone, safe from Buffy and Lilah in that floor and his minions weren’t quick enough for his taste.

“Angelus of Aurelius, you have sinned against mother nature and the Powers That Be. Now you must become dust!” The warlocks closed the room hermetically with a spell and as he roused from the desk, they paralyzed him with yet another spell.

A whirling magical ax found its way to his neck and he shuddered at his impossibility of movement, after all he wasn’t as impervious as he thought. Buffy! He only had to call once.

The almighty Slayer that could walk in sunlight walked out of the twenth-fourth floor window next to the office of the president and swung with an improvised rope, heels first into the room through the stained glass like Superman.

At the first try, she succeeded and entered the room, but so did sunlight.

“Duck!” she took the magic ax in the thin air and slowly managed to turn it so it was pointing the minotaur instead of her mate.

The beast half man, half bull charged against her and managed to push her against the remains of the window.

A sharp glass pierced her back as she fell. She screamed and Angelus’ minions managed very abruptly to come into the window.

The warlocks went silent and disappeared into a cloud of dust and ashes as several of the minions burnt their way to their master.

“We didn’t meant to hurt you, highness. Please forget!” The minotaur kneeled as he spoke and she managed to stop thinking and just cut his head off with the ax, and then it all vanished…into thin air.

Buffy placed a hand to her left side. After a couple of minutes of resting and collecting her mind, it all came back. Her hand was covered in blood. She brought it to her nose. It smelled normal to her, but she had no doubts. It had been that what had stopped them.

“Come. You must get out of this room.” Buffy did as Lilah said, but she stopped in the threshold and looked around for her mate. As she closed her eyes to see through him she knew he was already in a safe place.

Tend to your wounds, Buffy, and then come straight to me…and thank you. You saved my life. He let it hang in the air until she sighed. I could have not done anything else and you’re welcome. I just hope this breach of security doesn’t happen again. It was close, Sire.

Absolutely. By the way, Willow is here with me…she just awakened. Would you like to see her?

Absolutely. I’ll see you now and tend to my wounds later.

I’ll tend to your wounds, mate. Now come, lawyers are already talking me into suing the union of warlocks and witches. They say I could get a six number figure out of this attack. I tell you, lawyers have even less of a heart than vampires, funny don’t you think?

It’s lawyers at their best, mate.

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