Title: Angel of Wicked

So many undeserving lives will be lost, wicked thoughts swam in her head, playing and twisting until she could only gasp!

***

Buffy woke up to bloodlust and anger. It was overpowering; entrancing. She was fascinated on a Red spot on her shirt. A small spill of her own blood. Daybreak was gone and nightfall was at its peak. There was a delicious aroma hanging in the air.
The Vampire looked at her and ran off, a chunk of his wrist torn. A low rumbling started from her stomach to her brain, it was the burning ache of hunger. Torture with a saw and hot poker.
She took one step then two. "Aren't you the Slayer, aren't you supposed to help me," he gulped. "Jonathan," she licked her lips. "I don't help!" There was a mocking grin on her face.

***

Faith took over the group of untrained potentials. Especially since, they just unkindly banished their leader to get them through all of this, thought Spike spitefully.

***

"Such rage," someone whispered. It was the First, changing into Drusilla.

"Lost. With a soul. Yet bitter." It changed again. This time to herself.

Buffy: You want my help? Ending the world?

First: All the merrier. I see your vision though. You want to flip it upside down.

"I want to torture, maim, and destroy yeah...!"

"GO FOR IT!" There was loud laughter.

***

Buffy cuts her hair to Season 2's 'What's My Line' hair and gives it Black streaks, wears leather, and heavy makeup. Also, psychotic manicures.
Black with White tips or pure Red.
A nose Golden stud, also a Golden belly hoop ring.
She walked out of the store in these. Next, to force demons to join her on this mission of c*** destruction.
"Oh Spikey," she said out loud.

"Willy 'REALLY...!" She gave his neck one more bite before dropping him.
"Let this be a warning!"

She smiled a fang full at a group of vicious looking Vamps.
"Stronger than fledglings, but not strong enough to be Masters," she whispered.

***

Vamp 1 laughed and rolled his head back.
"And why should you be BOSS!?" She walked seductively to him. "Don't you want a powerful 'player' on your side?"

She looked around. "We can make this town a Vampire's dream..."

"Remember Venus," Drusilla moaned. She was hugging Miss Edith as if the doll was telling her something.

"A party for me," she gasped!

Jun 13*Flashback:

The noise and light around her made it too much to discern as she could hear the faint sound of something scratching. Something rubbing against something. Rubber? Rope? Her eyelids fluttered, but no, she did not move.
But, she was really hungry. Like this kind of aching hunger where she wouldn't survive without it. The warm tasting of blood.
One of the nerds from Warren's group came into view, making her crawl to him.