This is a role play between me and two of my friends. It's going to be a bit weird to get used to at first, since it switches from one character's point of view to the other, but I felt like putting this up.

The chapters after this one won't be too long. I'll just end up posting one point of view per character each chapter. Darla, Buffy, Angelus. If more characters end up joining in, then I'll add their posts to each chapter as well.

These chapters are probably going to come out pretty fast for a few days, and they might slow down. It depends on how quickly my friends and I can put out comments.

Let me know what you think of the storyline!

The Torture Chamber

Darla point of view

It was a beautiful night out in Sunnydale as Darla made her way through the streets, searching for her first kill of the night. It had only been a few nights that she had been back in her vampire form, she'd found a willing friend along her journey to help her shed her human form.

His name wasn't important, as she'd never stopped to get it from him before she'd thanked him for making her by killing him in his sleep.

She didn't need any companions, she was free to do as she chose, and right now she was hungry and needed to feed. Darla had come to Sunnydale to get away from Los Angeles for a while, Dru had disappeared a few days ago and Darla hoped to find her here.

Darla smelled the blood rising in waves from every human she passed and it was driving her wild with excitement. Turning down a more secluded street in the not so good part of town she began searching in more earnest for her next victim. That's when she spotted her fighting with another vampire.

She almost turned and went the other way, to just get away from her and the feeling that she was giving her. The slayer, it had been so long ago that Angel had protected Buffy from her, killing Darla in the process.

While Angel and she had worked past that little matter some time ago, Darla had yet to see Buffy, until now, and the thought of evening the score crossed her mind. But first she needed to feed.

Now was not the time for confrontation with her, as she was hungry and needed to build up her strength before she could handle the slayer. Switching over to the other side of the street soundlessly, Darla got close to one of the drug dealers selling his wares on the corner and convinced him to step into the alleyway with her, out of plain sight of everyone else.

As soon as they were alone, Darla wasted no time showing her vampire form and sinking her fangs into his neck and draining him. When she withdrew from him, she used her nails like razors and dug into his chest and ripped out his heart. Bringing the still beating heart to her lips she sucked every last drop of blood from it and flung the heart down on top of the crumpled body on the ground.

Feeling much more like herself, she returned to the street in time to see Buffy stake the vampire she'd been fighting with, and she turned around just as Darla had emerged from the alley. Their eyes locked on one another's and they simply stared at each other.

Buffy point of view

"HA!" Buffy shouted, slamming her foot into the vampire's chest, watching with glee as he staggered backwards, tripping over a grave and falling to the ground. Stupid vampires.

"Weren't you just talking to me about hard landings?" The slayer said, standing over the vampire, a wide smile spread on her lips. She was in a good mood tonight. Dawn had gotten a good report card (which was extremely good), Buffy had gotten a job, things just seemed to be going her way.

That thought was probably going to end up biting her in the butt later, but oh well. Things were good now, she might as well enjoy it while she could.

As the vampire was about to get up, she slammed the stake into its heart. "And I thought you promised me a good fight." Buffy said, shaking her head at the vampire who was turning to dust.

Some vampires just were really too easy to beat. Buffy wanted a fight sometimes. Not that she was asking for her ass to be served to her on a platter, but she wanted a good fight every now and then.

She turned, and began walking out of the graveyard, when she stopped, seeing an all too familiar form walking out of an alleyway.

Darla.

Buffy froze, staring at the figure in front of her. Darla... How... how was Darla here? Hadn't she... died? This was crazy... Not that Buffy was scared. She was just surprised. Right?

No. She was a bit scared. She didn't understand why Darla was here. Her eyes traveled downwards slightly, and she saw blood on Darla's hands and lips. Looks like she had a bit of fun in that alley...

After a few more moments, Buffy cleared her throat, finally finding her voice. "What are you doing here, Darla. Last time I checked, you were dust." She said icily, glaring at the vampire in front of her, gripping her stake tightly.

Darla point of view

Buffy, just looking at the slayer left a bad taste in the vampire's mouth. Darla wanted nothing more than to reach out and grab the girl by the throat and drink of her.

To drain her until she was to the point of dying and then to watch her eyes as the life left them for all eternity. Killing her would make Darla happy, perhaps happier than anything else in the world. To finally be rid of Buffy.

How Darla hated her.

Yet killing the slayer seemed too good for her, to just take her out of this world would be a waste. Why do that when Darla could torture her first, make her suffer in ways that would bring the slayer to her knees. That sounded like much more fun than one brief moment of victory.

The more Darla thought about it, standing there glaring at the petite little blond in front of her, the more she liked the idea. To take apart Buffy's life piece by piece, bit by bit, to watch her suffer day after day. The thoughts made a Darla smile, a slow smirk played across her beautiful face as Buffy's voice broke the silence between them.

"What are you doing here, Darla. Last time I checked, you were dust."

Licking her lips to wipe the last trace of blood from her pale skin, Darla took a step closer to Buffy. She wasn't going to underestimate the girl, she knew the slayer had power, but so did she. Darla hadn't survived for centuries on her good looks alone, she was a cunning and powerful vampire.

Contemplating Buffy's question, a low laugh emerged from within Darla. "Looks like you're slipping in you game slayer. I think it's time you checked again." Darla spread her hands out from her body and turned her body around in a small, quick circle. "Don't you just love how things can change?" Darla purred at the slayer, she was enjoying the look on the slayer's face. God, this was going to be fun.

Buffy point of view

Buffy stared at the undead figure in front of her, an involuntary cold chill running through her body. The last time she had an encounter with Darla, she had almost killed her mother, and almost had Angel kill her.

Not to mention, Darla had been working for the Master. The person Buffy hated the most.

This confused her though. How was it that Darla was brought back? Sure, Angel was brought back, but he had been sucked straight out of hell. He was extremely screwed up for quite a long time. Wouldn't Darla be the same way?

Had she come back differently than Angel?

Buffy had no clue, but she couldn't keep standing here, contemplating why Darla was back. She had to do something about it herself.

"I guess you're right. I must be slipping." Buffy said, agreeing with the vampire. She should have heard from someone that Darla was back! Had Angel known? If he had, why didn't he say something?

"Change can be good sometimes..." Buffy started, eyeing Darla hatefully. "Then again, sometimes not." When Darla took a step towards Buffy, Buffy in turn took a step towards her. She wouldn't show Darla that she was afraid. That just fueled whatever sickness vampires had.

"You'll just die again, Darla. If not by me, then by someone else. You aren't supposed to be here. Your existence will be ended just as before." Buffy said, taking a second step closer to the vampire. "If I were you, I'd watch my step."

Darla point of view

Buffy's little bravado act was quite cute to Darla, the little slayer acting as unafraid as she could, while on the inside she was trembling. Darla could smell the fear and uneasiness coming off the slayer and it only heightened the moment for her.

"If I were you, I'd watch my step."

Buffy's last little act of trying to be brave had just been her deadliest mistake, she'd stepped too close to Darla and let her emotions get the best of her. Darla had intended on waiting to bring Buffy real physical pain, but in the moment Buffy got too close an idea jumped into the vampire's mind.

Darla had wanted to bring Angelus back a little gift, after all she had taken his vehicle and skipped town without telling him. What better way to say she was sorry than bringing him a little treat, and not just any little treat, but his favorite little play toy other than her, Buffy.

Making her decision, Darla reached out and grabbed Buffy by the throat with one hand, while Buffy struggled and tried to fight back, it was no use. Darla's grip on her throat didn't lessen and she applied just enough pressure in the right spot to make the slayer pass out from lack of oxygen. When the slayer went limp in her grasp, Darla laid her down on the ground and easily hefted the slayer's body into her arms.

Walking swiftly through the streets, Darla headed back to the spot she'd parked the car and tossed Buffy's body into the back seat. Opening the trunk, she found some rope and returned to tie the slayer's hands and feet together, she bound Buffy up tight enough that even if she did wake up before they returned to L.A, there was no way she was getting loose.

With a smile of satisfaction adorning her pale face, Darla got behind the wheel of the car and headed back to Los Angeles. Visions of just what she was going to do to Buffy danced through her mind, this was going to be more fun than either Darla or Angelus had had in a long time.

Finally after all these years, Darla was going to get the payback on Buffy she'd desired. Good things really do come to those who wait she thought as she drove on into the night.

Buffy point of view

Buffy saw Darla's expression darken when she threatened the vampire. Her eyes narrowed slightly, but she smiled at Darla, as if inviting her to do her worst. Probably not a good idea, as Darla decided to oblige. Before Buffy could blink, Darla was in front of her, her hand clasped around Buffy's throat.

It really wasn't fair that vampires didn't need to breathe... Not fair at all.

Buffy gasped, her eyes widening, and grasped Darla's hand with hers, trying to pry her fingers off. But Darla's experienced fingers knew just where to press. She moved them and pushed down on different places on Buffy's neck.

A moment later, everything began to get dimmer, the sides of Buffy's vision growing dark. Before Buffy could do anything, her eyes closed, falling limp in Darla's grip, unconscious.

Darla point of view

Darla reached in the car and snatched Buffy out of the back by her hair, dragging the slayer inside the small building. It wasn't much, but it would have to do until Darla could find Angelus and they could move the slayer to a better spot with which to play with her.

For years Darla had an unsettled score with Buffy, the stupid little blonde cheerleader's stunt of coming between her and Angel had left Darla with a taste for revenge. While she had thought it would be nice to torture the slayer's friends and family first before her, the opportunity to take Buffy had just been too good to pass up.

Now it was going to be Buffy's turn to see what it was like when the shoe was on the other foot. Her precious Angel was gone, there would be no hero to come and save her today. Instead it would be Angelus who stood by Darla's side, joining in on the fun and torturing. The slayer was about to see which one of them really was more powerful, it was time for their final confrontation.

The building Darla dragged Buffy into was a little hideaway of hers, she sometimes brought her victims here to play with them before finally killing them. Only one other being even knew the place existed, and Buffy would be quite secluded away here while Darla went to find Angelus.

Chaining the slayer up to the wall, Darla made sure she was secure enough to not escape while she was gone. After checking things over three times, Darla was satisfied the slayer wasn't going anywhere and she left the unconscious blonde hanging on the wall and went to find her lover.

Buffy point of view

-A while later-

Slowly, she started to become aware of her surroundings once again. The cold air pressing against her skin, something hard around her wrists... Her head pounded, and her neck ached. What had happened? Buffy's eyes slowly cracked open, and she gazed around the small room, her vision beginning to clear.

A... a bare room...

It took a minute for Buffy's mind to process that she was chained, and to get her thoughts together to remember what had happened. Once her mind was clear again, she straightened, yanking at the chains that held her prisoner. Her eyes narrowed, and she glared around the room, searching for Darla. Oh she would pay... She would stake her without hesitation when she saw her. To her dismay, there was no one in the room. She was alone, chained to the wall. Was she even in Sunnydale anymore?

What did Darla want with Buffy anyway?

Well, chains normally connected to prisoner... Someone held prisoner by a sadomasochist vampire would normally be...

This wasn't good.

Okay, there's the first chapter. I know it's pretty weird, the formatting of it, but it's a role play! A good role play. So, I felt like sharing. I'm not going to change it from it's role play form, because that would take forever. So, if you don't want to read it, then okay.

If you did read it, and you liked it, please let me know!