He hit her and she flew back like nothing. She couldn't believe he got the upper hand. Ever felt weak, helpless, powerless? Violated?
Like he was in her blood, head, everywhere!
Like he was singing to her...? "We are connected so, I know what you want to do. You want to leave here, find your own way..."
"But, we share a bond right now. Not as 'sire' and 'childe' yet. Just as companions until we complete the ritual and you'll be mine... Tonight!" He laughed at her!
She was raped. Not claimed. A claim was like marriage. A rape was a forced claim. She was raped. Also abused by his female Vampires. Spat on and bit. Breasts were nearly ripped off by fangs. Those sharp little incisors.
Then, he commanded her through a voice in her brain. She fell right into step.
10 days. 10 sexual abuse. Beatings later:
She was dirty. She smelled. And never given a bath. Until now. The Vamp females were nice to her and brought her things. Like a White dress and matching sandals. They would enter and check on her. Then, leave when told.
He did that little thrall spell and she was automatically at his feet, working his pants.
Internally, she was disgusted. She couldn't fight her body!
Next, they were screwing each other.
He jammed his cock inside of her, ripping and bruising not for any enjoyment for the person beneath him wriggling like a worm.
Buffy was dreaming. She was back in Sunnydale, but she was alone. In a desert.
Isolated in a desert.
There was sand beneath her feet and the hole in the ground. A light was emitting from it.
A scream tore through her throat!
***
Violently, she shook, but the goblet was placed against her bottom lip.
James smoothed out her hair and kissed her temple, picking up the English dagger and then, slicing a jagged line on his neck.
He brought her to it and held her tightly. She traced the scar, mouthing before slowly swallowing. "Your title earns you my childe," he whispered into her ear.
The blood wasn't bitter. Wasn't coppery. But sweet.
'Strange for blood,' she thought but it was just the final phase of her turning.
How long? It had been 2 months stuck as a Vampire. 2 months hiding out in South Alabama. Gone from her friends for almost half a year.
Gorging on blood of a burglar, hanging out with occasional souled demons that passed her by. Still slaying, not by choice.
Almost killing a human. Willingly. With soul. A burglar, but not just the 'slurping but not killing kind.' More like driving for his throat and eating him wildly!
It didn't matter. She almost killed a man. And she felt empty.
Guilt should be beating on her chest, but nothing was there. Only a sting. That was it, nothing! No guilt. No feeling about it. Just wondering. Curious to what he tasted like.
It should hurt like Hell!
Only, it was blank.