Mine 
by Wren 

My boy was there when I got my bite back. Oh, he thought he was hidin' but I 
could smell 'im. And yes, he was mine, even then. I knew it. Hell... he knew it. 
He was living on borrowed time. Angelus gave 'im to me, it was just taking a 
while to collect. 
And Buffy, hell I have no excuse for my that one. Call it an unlife crisis, 
stupid chip. Then again... I woulda shagged her, given half a chance. Hell, who 
wouldn't. But my boy was there, so I wasn't thinkin' of her. Damn it felt good. 
I knew he was watchin' me. I could smell his arousal when I drained that chit in 
the club. Ahhh... fresh living human blood. So rich, like silk gliding down my 
throat. It was all I could do not to grab him from his hiding place and shag him 
stupid. 
I could feel him watching me as I tested my limits, my endurance of the pain. I 
knew when m'dark princess left I wouldn't see her again. I also knew I wouldn't 
be alone for long. He would come. I could feel it, and I would be ready. 
It didn't take him long, I didn't think it would. When he showed up, I knew what 
he wanted... what he needed. I felt it too. 
Oh, I would never say it, not again. Every time I do something buggers it all to 
hell. So I couldn't let him say it either. But turn him I did, after I fucked 
him good, of course. 
I didn't want him virgin tight forever. And I wanted to feel that heat, to be 
embraced inside that warmth that almost burnt. Vampire sex is full of blood 
play, a mix of pain and pleasure that is as intoxicating as the best liquor and 
much more addictive. 
With my pet, the connection between Sire and childe was almost secondary. I 
hadn't felt any thing that good since I was first turned. Drusilla was good, but 
always compared me to Angelus. And more recently Harmony, gods she was just 
stupid. I can't believe I took up with a minion and she had the balls to shoot 
me with a cross bow. I enjoyed staking her, I did. 
But back to my boy, I started draining him as he came. I was still buried deep 
inside of him. He bit into my arm, to stifle his scream, and started drinking 
deeply. If I had any doubts that he wanted this, they would've been gone at that 
sign. 
I made it good for him, not like it was for me, rushed in an alley, terrified. 
No, my boy was turned with all the love in my unbeating demonic heart. 
He stayed in my crypt for days. I didn't want any run-ins with the slayer. His 
hunger for blood was great. Six kills that first night, I brought him! All we 
did for days after he woke from his death sleep, was feed and fuck. Or if you 
prefer, we ate gourmet and made love. Hell No! We fucked like silly rabbits!! 
I knew he would be missed eventually, the demon bint would want her orgasms. I 
took care of her though! And not surprising, the first kills on Xander's list 
were his parents. I never asked why, don't suppose I really need to though. 
We left town shortly after that. Neither of us wanted to hang around Sunnyhell 
much. Not with so many bad memories. We left Red and the Watcher alone, and 
Buffy? Well I snuck off one night and visited her spoiled ass! 
She didn't know I had my bite back. I walked up, right behind her, leaned in 
real close like. Oh, I could smell her fear, she thought I couldn't bite her, 
but her body reacted instinctively to me. I leaned in and whispered, my lips 
barely there, against her skin at the base of her neck. I whispered... "Slayer, 
I've got my pet and we're leavin' town" I could smell her arousal as my lips 
brushed her skin. She might not admit it out loud but she wanted me " you don't 
follow me and I won't kill you." 
Then I scraped my fangs against her neck, just enough so she would know. Know I 
had my bite back and her life was a gift. Before she could turn around I was 
gone. 
We left the next night, my pet and I. He's been with me ever sense. I can't 
leave him and for once in my unlife I know he won't leave me. I might not say it 
but I do love him. Dru was my dark princess but he is my dark kitten, my pet. 
All the loyalty he showed the Slayer, it's all mine. *HE* is all mine now. Two 
hundred years and I still smile when I think about it. He's mine, and I am his. 
END