Chapter Two
It makes me fuckin'sick knowin'I fed a monster. Until I remember that monster is Buffy. Then it doesn't make me sick so much as ya know...annoyed. Maybe because it kinda turned me on a lil bit. The thing is, it ain't happenin'again. I look down at the still healing wound on my arm and sigh. After awhile she wouldn't stop, I had ta use a cross on her.
Oh well. An arm for an arm or somethin'right? "How's that burn feelin'B?" I don't get too close to the cage in case she feels grabby. Buffy is sitting in the corner just staring at her hands. Flexing 'em and rubbing her thumbs over her knuckles like she's never seen her own hands before.
"It'd heal faster if you let me out to hunt." Ha. Funny. She and I both know she's not gettin'out of this cage anytime soon. Once she's out she's in the wind and I'll have a bitch of a time trackin'her. "You could of course just feed me yourself. That was..." I shiver at the look on her face when she finally does look up at me.
I've only ever seen someone look at me like that once before. And it was the last time I let him touch me. I shake my head tryin'not to let her get ta me. "I brought ya a snack instead." This gets her attention like I thought it might.
"I don't smell blood." She wouldn't 'cause I was careful not to break skin. "But I hear a heartbeat that's not yours. Oh Faith...I think I could love a girl like you." Yeah right. I reach behind some big blue fifty gallon drums an'drag the body of a man out. The second he sees the cage he starts tryin'ta scream past the gag.
"Thought ya might like 'im. Sorry about the smell." He smells like a fuckin'brewery. 'Cause he works in one. Buffy's pale arms reach from between the bars of the cage. Her fingers practically wrigglin' in anticipation. She's hungrier than most newbies that's for damn sure. I'm not sure if I like what that could mean.
She gives me a considering look when I don't hand over her grub just yet. "Why the livestock?" See? I knew my girl was in there somewhere. She's not just blind for the blood. Almost. But she's still thinkin'.
"He's got information I want. He gives it to me I'll be nice. He doesn't...you get ta eat him." All I really want is for her to be scary like a motherfucker. Buffy hisses like a cat and flashes fangs at me in anger.
"Bitch. Why are you taunting me? You were always like this before. Just dangling these temptations in front of me. Flaunting them..." She's startin'ta zone out on me here. Then I realize where she's lookin'. Figures. Buffy likes boobs. I snap my fingers at her impatiently.
"Hey. Eyes on the prize B." I grab the back of his jacket an'haul him up easily to dangle in front of her eyes. How's that for a tempting? "Now. Talk." I pull the gag out of his mouth but he just shakes his head.
"I can't. They'll kill me." They? Buffy gives a bored sigh knowin'that he's just bein'lame.
"Not to put too fine a point on your situation here buddy but if you don't tell her what she wants...I'm going to kill you. Which reminds me that I'm on your side. So. Good job guy!" God, I wanna laugh so bad.
"You don't know what they'd do to me! Please!" Please. I've heard that word a lot. Always just before I do somethin'bad. I just sigh an'push him over to a table that has my breakfast plate and mug still on it.
"You just don't get it do ya? Lemme make it real fuckin'clear what's gonna happen here." I sweep the dishes off the table an' bring his bound hands up, forcin'the fingers flat before bringin'out my knife. "You have information I want." Hello baby. I give my knife a loving look before I put the cold, sharp edge against the skin of his pinky. "And you're gonna tell me everythin'you know." I don't give him an option to keep the finger.
I just push down, lettin'my girl sever the tendons and crush the bone. He screams an'something crashes hard against the bars in the cage. I look back at Buffy who's just smilin'at me. I toss her the finger. "Ooh appetizers." Well. I did say I wanted her ta be scary.
"Now. Talk." He twists away from the sight of Buffy suckin'the blood out of his finger. I don't blame him it's kinda nasty.
"I was just supposed to make a call when they showed up! I swear I don't know anything else." Yeah right. He's just makin'a call to the wind? I call bullshit. I glance at Buffy who doesn't seem ta be payin'attention but I know she is. I want her ta know everything I know. I want her to see how it all went down. Maybe it'll help me understand why she gave up.
"Who did ya call?" His breath is comin'out in short pants. He keeps it up he's gonna hyperventilate and then it won't matter what I threaten him with. He'll be passed the fuck out and won't care. Hrm. "Breathe asshole. You pass out I'm just gonna toss ya in the cage an'let her gnaw on ya like she did me."
His eyes track to my arm an'the chunks of flesh missing an'chewed ta hell. Like I said. B got a lil carried away. His eyes go wide an'start ta roll back in his head so I give him a slap. It brings his focus back to me. I'm waitin'but my patience is wearin'thin. "Cut him again Faith. The fear has got to taste as good as it smells..." Her tongue flicks out along her lip in a slow sexy glide.
The way she's watchin'me work reminds me that she's not who she used ta be. The other Buffy wouldn't be grinding herself against the bars of the cage in anticipation. I look at the blood on my hand and bring it to my lips for a taste. A low deep snarl rumbles out of my chest as a jolt of recognition hits me. I know this taste. This scent. Fear.
Buffy's eyes fade from green to gold with hunger and lust so strong I can feel it against my skin. "Oh god." It's enough to snap the tension between me an'Buffy. I glance at the man I forgot was even here. "Please I'll tell you anything just let me go. Please."
Please please please. There's that word again. "Who?" He swallows hard and glances between me an'Buffy. I understand the gesture. He doesn't know who the biggest threat to him is right now. The monster in the cage or the monster out of it.
"The Bowery Boys. They had me staking the place out for days. I was just supposed to call the bar I swear to God...please please just let me go."
"It's a little to late for that boyo. Sorry." He can scream all he wants but it won't make a difference. No one will hear him but me an'the dead. I don't bother ta look at him as I toss him to the floor and grab a foot so I can drag him to Buffy.
He tries kickin'and scrabblin'away but I don't even take note of it. This is pushin'the line I know but a girl has ta eat right? Plus he's not exactly a shining example of humanity. This fucker caused a lot of death. Slayer death. "You said...please don't let her. No! NOO! NOOOOO!" The rest of the screams are incoherent as I unlock the door the cell.
Buffy and I stare at each other across the empty space while he twists and squeals like a pig in my grip. I tighten my fist to make sure he can't get away and feel the bones of his ankle grind together. Another pleading scream but I don't hear it. I only hear Buffy's hunger clear as a fuckin'bell.
"Walking that line again aren't we Faith?" Yeah we are but I think that's been our deal since the very start. "You're giving a human over to the enemy. Slayers don't do that." No they don't. I drop my gaze from hers because she knows I can't hold it. Fuck it. I toss her the body and leave the cage in the same silence I entered it in. When the door finally clicks shut I shrug on my jacket.
Somethin'is happening to me. That much is sure. I glance at the sticky blood on my hand and clench it in to a fist as Buffy gets down to her grubbin'. My mouth waters and I shake my head. I need to get the fuck out of here before I do anything more questionable than I already have.
I don't understand. This doesn't taste right. I give him another nudge with my toe but all he does is groan. Humans. So fragile. You'd think he'd get over a little nibble faster than that. It's not as if I even took that much from him. Why doesn't he taste right? "Not that I don't have an eternity to wait but I'm just not that patient. So I hope you wake up soon."
He moans again and I sigh. Something that's weird to do when you don't have air in your lungs. I wonder what kinds of neat things I can do with that little ability. Huh. Undead head. I think I might actually get the appeal of that now. His eyes flicker open and I smile. Oh goody. Of course once he notices me watching him he nearly passes out again. "Hey hey hey none of that. I'm here in my space and you're there. See?"
I intentionally left him in the corner opposite of me. I may be a vampire but I do know that you can get more bees with honey. Or is flies? Flies. I look to his and consider the undead head thing. Just to try. "What do you want?" Oh. Right. Business first.
"You taste different. Why?" He gives me a nice confused look. Great. I guess I should ask better questions if I intend to get better answers. "Not that you aren't...tasty. You just don't have the same kick."
"As...as what?" No. Not what. Who. He doesn't taste like Faith. Though I know logically he wouldn't but he's lacking something else. It could be the Slayer blood. God that gave me a kick in the clit. The power of it was enough to make me drunk. Drunk in a way I've never been as a human.
"Her." I flick my eyes up to Faith standing on the catwalk above us. She cleaned up, wherever she went. I don't know how long she's been standing up there but she's been watching for awhile now. Probably wondering why he's still alive. His eyes go up to catch her dark eyed glare. It makes him afraid.
I look up at her then him. He's more afraid of her than me. My lips curl in a smile. God that's sexy. I wonder if she can smell his fear like I can. I know she can taste it. I saw it in her face, behind her eyes when she tasted his blood. "I don't know...because I'm not psycho?" Hrm. Hadn't thought of that.
I stretch out my legs with a little pacing. "That could be it. But I don't think that's entirely right." Her particular brand of crazy is like a spice on the back of my tongue. I can identify it in her blood. But it's not what makes her blood better.
He's watching me move. He can't help himself, I would be watching me too. Faith's watching too. She was never able to keep herself from watching me and I knew it. I felt her eyes on me, could practically feel her touching me. Especially when I was dancing. This is kind of like a dance. If I play it right. I kneel down and slink toward whatever his name is. "Uh...what are you...spaces?"
Right. I did promise him his space. I stop short of touching him. "Maybe it's because I've always wanted to fuck her. Lust can change a lot of things." His gaze goes from me to Faith and back again.
"Why are you telling me this?" Why? I don't know. He happens to be here and I like talking things through. I touch his ankle, careful to stay away from the deep bruising.
"Things change when you become a vampire. Some things just aren't as important anymore. Like. Shame. I used to be ashamed to say what I wanted." Pity. I could have had amazing sex if I just learned how to speak up. No matter. I can change that all right now. "And right now I want you."
He starts to breathe much faster, turning a really unhealthy shade of pale. If he passes out I won't get what I want. "I thought you weren't gonna eat me." Eat him? I blink and laugh seductively as I pull his legs closer to me.
"I'm not hungry for blood at the moment. I want something else. Something...hard." I'm surprised that with the blood loss he can even get there but there is definitely a bulge growing in his pants. I cup it and lean in to give him a searing kiss.
I knew she couldn't resist watching this. I wonder how long it will take for her to walk out on me. I give her a slight wink before I work his pants open with a pant of pleasure. "I...we shouldn't...you're..." Oh how sweet. He's saying no.
Too bad I don't understand that word anymore. I give his cock a few firm strokes, cutting off his protests with more kisses. His pulse throbs along the shaft in my hand, making me grip him just a little tighter. Not too tight. No. Just enough to get him to bite his lip and thrust back. Mm. His body is warm against my skin.
I like that. Faith's breath catches and her heartbeat thunders wildly when I lower my head to his cock. She wants to be down here with me. And if she doesn't I'm going to make her wish she did. Huh. No gag reflex. Awesome. I give his head a flick with the tip of my tongue before swallowing him whole again. I'm letting it build up slowly, just barely teasing him with the edge of a fang.
Letting him know I could hurt him so badly. But I won't. Not right now. I lick along his belly contemplating ditching my plan and biting in to the soft flesh there but it won't be nearly as satisfying as torturing Faith a little more. I look up at the catwalk surprised when she's not there.
My frantic search ends when our eyes meet through the bars of the door. Her head tips to the side like a lost puppy and I snap at the air playfully. She doesn't know if she wants to stop me or not and I like that. I like making her feel unbalanced. Turnabout is fair play afterall right?
I lower my head again, keeping my eyes on hers as I suck and tug and tease him to the edge. Her hands grip the bars tightly, making them creak. I smile around him before I decide that no matter what I do to him he'll never be her. Never taste like her. So why bother saving his life?
My fang slices a neat line through the sensitive flesh. Blood fills my mouth and I suck it down greedily. The combination of pain, fear and lust is heady but it's just not enough to get me off. I suck harder before I pull back and wipe my chin with the back of my hand. He'll die soon. I give his twitching body a disinterested look before I crawl to Faith. "You want this?"
I know she does. She knows she does. I laugh when she reaches between the bars and brings my face against them hard. Love taps. But I don't think anyone is more surprised than she is when she licks the blood from my face before pushing me away hard. Oh I'm going to like this game. "Fuck off."
I lick my fingers as I move back to my cot in the corner. "Don't you want to be the one to do that? That's why you came to me in the first place isn't it?"
Faith sits heavily in a folding chair while she contemplates how she's going to answer that. We both know anything else but yes would be a lie. "You're not the one I would have given it up for. So don't even try it."
Oooh. I learned something new. "You loved me didn't you Faith?" Her head drops and she crosses her arms over her chest.
"Old news B. But ya up and died on me so...ya know how it goes. Time ta move on." Really. If she's so moved on why am I here and why does she still want to fuck me? I just smirk and lay down.
"Sun is coming up." She grunts her agreement with that statement. MY eyes drift close almost happily. Despite my momentary confusion of right and wrong I think I'm going to really like being a vampire. It gives me the advantage that Faith has always had over me before.
Want. Take. Have. She's more demon than she ever realized and I'm going to show her that. Then I'm going to make her see that she's always going to belong to me. And then! Well then I'll make her mine. And we can fuck and fight forever. I give myself a happy caress at the thought. Soon. I'll make her mine soon.
