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Previously: "Oh hes chained to the wall in the basement"

She answered nonchalantly. I sputtered and was about to respond when Buffy started undressing me. I blushed but didn't stop her

"Why did you chain him up? Won't he try to escape?"

"No turning into a minion is a three day process. But minions are known to struggle during the transformation process. So for his safety he's chained up. When he awakens I'll have his first kill ready for him".

"So he will be killing? I thought you said it can be controlled?"

"Yes masters and ancients can control their feeding habits but minions and childer have very little control in the beginning so its almost impossible for them to not kill at first".

"But he's created to obey. Can't you just tell him not to kill? And what about animal blood?"Buffy frowned.

"You only run on instinct during your first kill Bella. You must understand we are not human. During our first kill all we think about is feeding and killing anyone or thing that stands in our way. After a week or so minions and childer are a little bit more like themselves again and less primal once that happens then they can be controlled . As far as animal blood goes". She shuddered and gagged. "I think eating mud would be more appealing. Drinking animal blood is disastrous. Not only is it disgusting, our bodies reject it. And there is some very painful vomiting involved. That trust me, its something you never want to experience." I frowned. I didn't like the idea of killing but how Buffy described it I didn't have any choice during the first week. Buffy notice how tense I became and rubbed my shoulder comfortingly.

"Hey, its going to be okay. Ill be with you every step of the way. And I promise to make sure you only feed from me or criminals. How's that sound?" I turned to her in confusion.

"Really? Why not just let me feed from you?" I asked eagerly. Buffy smiled at me but it was bittersweet.

"It doesn't work that way honey. If I continuously let you feed from me I would weaken. Something I cannot afford while your in transition. I have to be at top strength to protect you from yourself as well as from minions foolish enough to try and take advantage of you". I inclined my head solemnly. I remember reading about minions being used to slaughter countless childer.

Buffy pulled me towards her and kissed me tenderly. Then pulled back looking deeply into my eyes.

"Trust me. Ill do everything in my power to help you thru this". I nodded and Buffy smiled before she began to push my hair away from my shoulder.

"Are you ready" She looked as my questioningly.

"Ready as Ill ever be". I tried to sound more confident then I felt.

"I'm going to bite you now Bella and when I give you my wrist you will need to bite down as hard as you can till you taste blood.". I nodded a bit queasily.

The thought of blood alone made my stomach flip and roll. Buffy gave me a secretive smirk as if she knew what was going on in my head. Instead of commenting I watched as her appearance changed to her vampire form. Golden glowing eyes and extended fangs.

Buffy pulled me towards her slowly. Giving me a chance to pull away. Like I would I thought snidely to myself. I remembered how good her fangs felt inside me and no way was I passing that up. In the next instance I felt Buffy's fangs penetrate my neck. I let out a long moan as pleasure filled me. A few deep pulls later that, had my center pulsing, Buffy's wrist came into view. I grasped it tightly before taking a deep breathe and biting as hard as I could.

Moments later a rich smooth vanilla and white chocolate flavor flooded my mouth. Her blood tasted like eating really expensive chocolate. Smooth in texture and so full of a flavor that had you wanting more and more. I moaned from the duel sensations filling me. Feeding and being feed upon. With each pull of her blood however something else registered. I could feel Buffy's hunger again as well as arousal. I moaned again and sucked more aggressively on her wrist. My free hand wrapped around her waist pulling her to lay on top of me.

I don't know how long we stayed locked together like this but all too soon my vision darkened. I felt my body weaken and tried to call out to Buffy, but I was lost in darkness.

That's when the dreams began.

At first the dream was pleasant. I was walking thru a forest. The sun beaming down on me thru the tree tops. The wind gently rustling my hair. As the forest began to thin I heard a child's laughter and felt myself being pulled to its sound. As broke thru the tree line I saw young girl who couldn't have been anymore then six years running down an open plane sword fighting and giggling as she fought her imaginary foes. Her golden locks were coming out of her braid and I didn't understand how she could see with her hair blocking her face. But it didn't seem to stop her. She continued laughing and playing all the while. I watched as the young girl would sing and dance with her older sister as she did her chores . I watched with much amusement as the child tried to learn how to cook and ended up making a mess of the meal.

The little girls mother would laugh at her efforts and say "Elizabeth if you put as much care into cooking as you did fighting you would be a master cook." When the little girl rolled her eyes I was reminded of the familiarity that action brought me. I stepped closer to the table as the little girl laughed and giggled with her mother. Her emerald eyes bright with happiness. My eyes widened as I realized the girl was

"Buffy". As soon as the name escaped my lips the girl looked up at me. The girls eyes widened and she smiled running straight to me.

"Papa!"

Then she vanished before my eyes. I looked around me and no longer was I in the kitchen area of Buffy's home. I now stood on the shoreline a few feet away from Buffy. Her appearance had changed and now she looked to be thirteen. Before her stood a man. She clung to his hand pleadingly tears shimmering in her eyes that she seemed to refuse to let fall.

"Papa let me go with you please. I can help". The man sighed shaking his braided blond locks.

"Your place is with your mother and sister. Not on long boats or the battlefield." He spoke sternly and it sounded as if it something he often told her.

"But please Father I don't belong here. I belong by your side. I want to help. I can fight. I know how to use a sword now. Please father." The man shook his head. He turned to the boat that banked on the shore and pulled something long and wrapped in cloth from its seat. He handed it to Buffy who quickly unraveled it to reveal the most beautiful long sword I had ever seen. Buffy seemed to struggle to hold it up.

"I was going to give you this when you reached your fifteenth year but in case I don't make it back in time. Use this and train. Protect our lands if you wish to help me." Buffy's eyes shimmered with tears of joy.

"I will not fail you father."

In the next moment my dream changed. I watched as Buffy cried over the bodies of her mother father and sister. Buffy was holding her sister closely as she rocked mumbling things I couldn't understand. All around us homes were on fire. Countless bodies laid crumpled to the ground as rival clans began dragging survivors of the battle from their homes. Chained up and beaten their bloodied forms were dragged to the longboats that docked on the shore. I wanted to scream at Buffy to run but she was lost in her grief. She didn't even fight as she was chained and dragged away with the rest of her people.

I grieved for Buffy. In that moment her pain became mine


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