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She awakes, startled by a loud cracking sound, which is followed shortly afterward by a muffled thud. She initially panics. Eaters! she thinks.
A second later, Buffy comes to her senses. No, probably not the Eaters; there are few if any left these days. She has not seen any of them in a long time, or any other living human being, for that matter. How long has it been? she wonders. Months? Years? She has no idea what the date is; she lost track of time long ago. For all I know, I may be the last living person on Earth.
She realizes that the cracking sound and thud were likely due to yet another tree having finally fallen over in the nearby forest. This is not an unusual occurrence nowadays, not since most (all?) of the trees have been dead for a long time (even longer than when she last knew the date), along with the other wildlife.
Unzipping her sleeping bag, she stands up and looks around. She is camped out next to a pool at the bottom of a waterfall which produces a very relaxing sound; this sound helped lull her to sleep the night before.
She squints at the sky. She thinks it is probably morning, but there is no way to tell with any certainty. Every time of the day looks the same with the thick gray clouds which cover the sky, and the ash which still floats on the air. The sun only breaks through the clouds on very rare occasion (and even then only momentarily); it has been this way since this apocalypse began, before everything went wrong.
Before all the wildlife became virtually extinct.
Before many of the humans formed tribes (the ones which eventually became known by many as the Eaters) which roamed (or still roam? she wonders) the ravaged landscape, hunting other humans to recompense the food shortage.
Before her friends started dying one by one.
Resting next to her sleeping bag is the shopping cart which she has pushed around for months now; she had to replace the last one when one of its wheels finally gave out. It contains her extra clothes and her dwindling food supplies, which consist of several cans of food and a large bag of rice (she remembers hearing once that rice could last for decades if stored properly).
She eats meager meals these days so that the food will last until she can find more; she shudders at the thought of having to turn to that other food source that she has had to rely on many times before.
She will boil a small serving of rice over a fire later for breakfast, but for now, it's time for a swim. Stripping off her clothes, she ties her blonde hair back into a ponytail and begins to walk up to a higher point alongside the waterfall.
On the way up, she yelps when she feels a sharp pain under her left foot. She lifts it up, and immediately sees blood spilling onto the sharp rock which she has just trod on. She bends her leg inward and props above her right knee so she can look at the injury more closely.
She cringes; the sole of her foot has a very sizable gash in it. Before the warlock's curse, she would have required immediate medical attention, but the warlock (the same one who had caused this apocalypse) made sure that injuries such as this would never be a big problem for her ever again.
Death for all, the warlock had said. But not for you, Slayer.
After she has stood on her right leg for a moment, she finally sees the gash in her foot slowly close up; there is no more pain, but blood still remains where the gash was. Sighing, she sets her foot back down (carefully avoiding the sharp rock this time) and continues her climb.
When she has reached a cliff next to the waterfall, she looks down. She cannot see the bottom of the pool, of course; the ash and dust have made it too murky. She estimates that she is about fifty feet up. She will have to be careful to avoid the rocks below. Not that she'll die if she hits them, of course, but it would take a while (possibly hours) to heal all her wounds and broken bones, and it would be an extremely painful experience. After pondering this, she considers her path and leaps into the pool below.
Even though she anticipates the shock of the cold water hitting her body, it still takes a moment before she gets used to the temperature. The water tastes sulfuric, but she has been acclimated to this for a long time now.
After swimming around for a few minutes, she finally floats on her back on the surface of the water, arms and longs spread out. She is very relaxed.
Then her mind goes back to the warlock's words.
Death for all, the warlock had said, laughing with his dying breath. But not for you, Slayer. No, you will live to see all die. Your friends. Your family. All life. And just when you think you could not possibly suffer anymore than you already have...you will keep on living yet. Living until the end of the world and perhaps until the end of time itself.
Her memories are interrupted by a disturbance in the water, which warns her about the other one's presence.
She knows who it is, of course, and because of this, does not give much resistance when the cold hands embrace her. The right arm reaches across her shoulders from behind and pulls her up into a standing position. The left hand runs down over her abdomen as the right gently squeezes her left breast. She begins to moan, but then feels two sharp points on her right shoulder.
This jolts her back to reality. Turning around, she shoves the other woman away from her, causing her to fall back in the water.
"Hey! What the fuck are you doing!" she screams.
"Ooh, mummy is mad at me," replies the naked, pale brunette in her sing-song voice as she regains her footing and comes back out of the water. They are both waist deep in the pool.
The brunette is still wearing her vampire face.
"You know the rule," replies Buffy. "What's the rule again?"
"But I'm hungry," pouts the brunette vampire.
"What's the rule? Say it, Dru."
Drusilla sighs and crosses her arms under her breasts. "I always ask before I eat."
Buffy nods. "That's right, you always ask before you eat, and don't get mad at me, either. If it weren't for me, you'd be a walking skeleton by now."
"Fine," replies Drusilla. "May I eat now, mummy?"
The slayer hates it when the vampire calls her mummy, finding it weird and creepy (given their relationship), but lets it go, since she seems to insist on it. That's what you get for helping her get healthy again instead of staking her, she thinks to herself.
"Yes, you may eat." She tilts her head to one side to offer herself to the vampire.
Drusilla shifts her face back into vampire form, steps forward, and hugs the slayer's naked body to her own. Then she bites into the exposed shoulder.
Buffy gasps as Drusilla's fangs tear into her flesh (she has to bite deep to prevent the wounds from closing up too quickly), and the blood begins to flow. After the initial bite, Drusilla begins to drink, and the slayer moans; it feels so painful, yet so good at the same time.
A moment later, the vampire steps back, shifts back to her human face, and wipes Buffy's blood from her mouth. Another moment later, the fang marks on the slayer's shoulder close up again like they always do.
"I want to play now, mummy!" says Drusilla, clapping her hands. "Can we play now, please?"
Buffy nods. "Okay, let's play." At this, the vampire claps again and gives a squeal of delight.
Drusilla now leans in closely and briefly touches her lips to Buffy's, but the slayer pulls back and puts her finger's over the vampire's mouth to stop her.
"You missed a step, Dru. You know you can't kiss me until you're...not you anymore."
Drusilla pouts again, disappointed, but finally nods when Buffy only stares at her. Then she points her right index and middle fingers at the blonde slayer's eyes. "Look at my eyes." She points at her own eyes, then back at the slayer's. "Be in me." Then she runs her right hand over the slayer's eyes.
Buffy is now no longer looking at Drusilla, but at Angel who, like her, also stands naked in the water. So this is who Drusilla chose to be this time.
"Buffy," says Angel, smiling.
Buffy smiles back. "Angel! You're alive." She knows it's a lie, of course, but she doesn't care.
Angel leans in and kisses Buffy deeply; this time Buffy accepts the kiss. She knows that it is really Drusilla's lips and not Angel's that she tastes, but she doesn't care.
He steps back and smiles again. Then he kneels down below the surface of the water so that Buffy can't see him anymore.
A second later, the slayer giggles when she feels the cold hands run up her legs, over her backside, up to the small of her back. Then the strong arms lift her up onto the vampire's shoulders so that his (her) face is now between Buffy's thighs. The slayer crosses her ankles behind the vampire's back. It is fortunate that vampires do not need to breathe, since Angel (Drusilla) is still underwater.
Buffy knows that it is really Drusilla and not Angel that she feels kissing and licking her down there, still holding the slayer in place on his (her) shoulders. But she doesn't care.
"Yes, Angel, like that!" she shrieks. She places her hands on the vampire's shoulders. Then she shudders as she climaxes and digs her nails into the cold flesh.
A moment later, the vampire comes back up out of the water. Drusilla has ended the hypnosis, and now resembles herself again. She smiles at the slayer, then leans forward and gives her a quick kiss on the lips; the slayer is startled, but says nothing. Then the vampire turns around, showing the scratches the slayer left on her shoulders.
"Sorry," says Buffy weakly. "Guess I got a little rough, huh?"
"Mummy hurt me. Just like Angel and Spike used to hurt me." She smiles again. "I love it when they hurt me." Then she swims away and gets out of the pool.
Buffy decides to float on her back again for a while, and goes back to trying to remember.
Death for all. But not for you, Slayer.
Author's Note
This was inspired by the film The Road, based on the novel by Cormac McCarthy. While this fic does not necessarily take place in the same universe, it is intended to resemble it.
If I continue this, I plan for the next few chapters to involve flashbacks showing how the apocalypse started, how the Scoobies all died, how Buffy and Drusilla met up and became involved with each other, etc.
As always, leave feedback; it might just help determine what direction I go with this story!