Kralik stared at the poor girl. She was a mess. Straggly blond hair now in tangles, her overalls unbuttoned. She was face down in the pool of her own blood. He made her tortuously wet after raping her for hours, releasing only to feed and then, coming back to stare or do it all over again.
Kralik began to hum, not even noticing someone sobbing on the other side. He instead focussed on the broken girl's mother, who was bound and gagged at the opposite side of the room.
The person sobbing was Spike. He had heard the commotion from within this boarding house and after discovering her in this condition, he began to mourn her broken body. She was his worst little pistol, his fireball, his energy, his undead life, his ashes.
But that was all meaningless with her body face down like that. The vicious vampire Kralik had showed her no honour by deflowering her before killing her.
Kralik took several pictures. An angry Angel banged on the door, demanding to be let in having smelled Spike all the way here! And something pungent. Coppery. Delicious. He banged harder! "BUFFY!" He screamed at the locked door to no response.
He barrelled through the door and saw Spike and grabbed him!
Vampire Buffy began to wake up, stretching like a cat. She became aware of all senses. Noises.
The smell of sex and death.
She suddenly smiled darkly at her sire. "Did you turn me?" She asked almost giddily. Angel watched horrified. She turned to him, recoiling from his petrified gaze.
"I have a soul, you idiot!" She yelled, as if to answer the million questions running through his head. "But I plan on rectifying that very soon." Her anger turned to delight as she gazed first towards Kralik, and then Spike.
Meanwhile, Spike was enchanted and entranced at what he saw before him. All ridged like that. A simply intoxicating, divine, and a lithe little creature.
Angel looked on, terribly confused. Wait… She wants to be evil?
Buffy perked up as she saw him. "Spike." She beamed at his accommodating face.
"What do you want baby?" he walked up to her, boots clicking.
"You….. and blood," she said.
Once again, he was amazed. "Well, let's get you fed then," he took her hand and winked. She winked back. "Angel, are you coming...?"
There was laughter now as Angel vamped before them and revealed himself as Angelus.
"Oh, this is too good. Release me lover." He said, a maniacal grin painted across his vampire face.
Their attention returned to the bound and gagged Joyce as Buffy quickly untied her. Joyce was bloodied and bruised, but not nearly fatally.
Buffy kneeled down. "I'm going to fix you..."
"Wait- what?" Mrs. Summers croaked.
"It's no fun torturing you if you're going to act like that...!" Buffy said innocently before slapping her.
"Now mom... I have something to I need to tell you." She whispered some words into her mother's ear before landing the first blow to her temple.
Vampire Buffy had fun that night, devouring her only relative and dancing at The Bronze with Spike, her new partner-in-crime.
After a frenzied night, they returned to the mausoleum that Spike and Angelus called home.
"Baby, let me try your railroad spikes," she whispered into his neck.
"I've always wanted new experiences...'"
Spike sighed and kissed her harshly, brutalizing her lips and working his hands toward her jeans.
Angel looked on, perched atop a coffin in the corner.
"This isn't you, Buffy."
The two vampire blondes groaned in unison.
"What do you want...!?" Spike asked
"I do have a soul Angel. I know what I'm doing..." Buffy said.
