AN: Again, I feel the need to reiterate that this story will not be cannon to the BtVS series. I'm trying to make the characters recognizable (i.e. their behaviors and speech should make sense), but this is still MY version of the Buffyverse. So, if Joss says that vampires are made from either 1) a vampire sharing a certain amount of his/her blood, or 2) a vampire draining its victim and the fledgling rising from their grave, I see no harm in adding a third means to the same end. Honestly, Willow and others did spells galore. Drusilla's lived how much longer than any of them?
Okay, sorry for that rant. But one more thing…
This story is rated M for a reason. I have a feeling this particular "reason" is the one most of you were waiting for… ;)
Angelus looked at his options. Having drained both of the women he'd lured out of public, he contemplated which of their outfits he should bring back to Buffy. The natural blonde was wearing a lacy purple tank top with lots of shiny stuff on it. Her peroxide friend was wearing a black halter top that emphasized her fake breasts. He decided on the black top, and roughly pulled the garment from… Darci, was it? Whatever.
He'd had his fill of blood. Now, it was time to head back to his vice.
Inside The Bronze, Willow and Oz approached the bar, looking around to see if there was anything or anyone else that might clue them in to Buffy's whereabouts. The bartender looked a little haggard, running drinks back and forth. A sudden realization came upon Oz, and he whispered it into his girlfriend's ear. She smiled and nodded, before leaning over the bar to present herself as a customer.
The bartender took notice of the redhead, as well as the black X that covered the back of her right hand. Having a small lull in business, he approached her.
"Soda or water?" he asked.
"Neither, thank you. I was just wondering if you remember me and my boyfriend from last night. We were with a few friends…" Here, Willow paused to point out Xander and Cordelia, dancing rather awkwardly on the dance floor. "And there was another girl with us, she's blonde. Her name's Buffy. She was wearing a black top and a green skirt last night."
"Yeah, I think I remember her," the man shrugged. "It was busy last night. But I think I remember your friend. I'm pretty sure it's her stuff that was left here last night." He busied himself with cleaning the countertops near the couple, not noticing the frightened look in the young woman's eyes.
"What stuff?"
"Uh…her coat, keys, wallet, and a cell phone," he replied, nonchalantly. "I can't just give that stuff to you, sorry. She'll have to claim it, herself. Tell her to stop by our coat check, next time she's in."
"Did you happen to notice her leave?"
At the continued questioning, the bartender started feeling uncomfortable. Crap….what happened to the poor girl?
"No, I didn't." He looked genuinely regretful at not being any more help. "I'm sorry, I really am. I heard about a girl that had passed out in her boyfriend's arms, from a couple of the patrons, but I don't know if it was your friend."
Willow looked to Oz, who tried to pass on a reassuring smile.
"Anything else that you noticed that was out of the ordinary last night?" Willow asked quietly. The bartender asked her to repeat herself, not hearing her question over the music blaring. She repeated herself, louder, then added: "We haven't seen her since last night, and we're worried."
Anything else I can tell this poor kid? Hmm… the vial… nah, that was weird, but there's no proof it was connected. And no way am I admitting to….well, anything that might be…
"No, I'm sorry. That's all I know. I wish I could help…" He shot them both a sympathetic look, then turned to face a sea of new customers. Before long, the strange conversation was no longer at the forefront of his mind. She'll be okay. He smiled to himself as he prepared a round of B-52 shots. Teenagers. Always such drama.
Outside, Spike was pulling along the body of a college woman. He'd knocked her out, when she'd refused to come of her own accord. He'd stuffed the articles in his coat pocket, and now he made his way back to his beloved.
Drusilla was still sitting, but looked much improved from the last time he'd seen her. He smelled fresh blood in the air, but neither the fledgling Mike nor a body were in sight.
"Where'd the chit go off to, then?"
"Oh, he ran into a friend and then he drained him and I told him to hide the body and that's what he's doing!"
Spike blinked at the amount of information contained in the single, hurried sentence.
"Why didn't he just use the dumpster?"
"I don't know," she said dreamily. Her eyes had landed upon the prey Spike had brought. She smiled dangerously. "Who's this yummy thing?"
The girl began to rouse, letting out a muffled groan, as Spike explained.
"Well, I had a couple strokes of luck, actually. First, I overheard a rather interesting and pertinent conversation. Second, whilst looking for your meal, I stumbled across this beauty."
The girl's eyes fluttered open. She filled her lungs to scream, but Spike spun her up against him, as if she were a rag doll. Her back thudded into his chest, where one arm held her in place, and his other hand flew to her mouth to stifle her sound.
"Did you know Mike has a girlfriend?" Spike's eyes were absolutely glistening with delight. "She was looking all over the club for him, furious that he'd been a no-show at her place last night."
Dru squealed at the irony, clasping her hands. "What a naughty boy! What could possibly keep him from his lovely princess?" She stared into the eyes of the human woman, whose fear was almost palpable.
"Of course," Spike pulled her face to face his, using the hand still over her mouth. "I came to the rescue and told her where she could find her Prince Charming. She believed me, at first, but seemed a bit reluctant once we were outside."
Dru stood and turned away, facing into the dark alley, as Mike ran back toward them. He called out as he approached.
"Done. I just ended up setting fire to his car, that should work out well enough. So, what's next? Are we-"
As his eyes met Sarah's, her expression changed to a mixture of hopefulness and concern. Spike released her, and she almost fell down at the unexpected gesture. She ran toward Mike, who caught her in an embrace. His mouth twitched in need. He hesitated, looking over her shoulder at the other two vampires. They'd already morphed.
"Wait…" he whispered.
Spike smiled and spoke tauntingly to the woman. "Told you, didn't I punkin? Mike's been here all along. Waiting for you."
Drusilla seemed ready to lunge at any second.
"Sarah," Mike started.
Sarah interrupted before he could continue. "Oh, I was so scared! I was wondering where you went last night! You said you'd meet me at my place, after a couple of hours with your friends. I was so mad you never came! And I called you all day! Where's your phone? So, I came here, thinking you might come back again tonight, but none of your brothers were here, so I was about to leave when I ran into…"
Her voice trailed off, and she pulled out of her boyfriend's embrace to face her attacker. Finding Spike in his demon visage, she started to scream, but Mike quickly covered her mouth.
"How could you do this?" he asked. The fury he felt, the betrayal, resonated within his voice, but he showed no intention of challenging them.
"Oh, Mikey, Mikey, Mikey. You should thank Spike. He gave you your princess." Dru stepped closer to her childe, taking his hand in a romantic gesture. Spike smirked, pleased. "Now, let Mommy have a nip. She's awfully thirsty, and you already had a friend for dinner."
If it was possible, Mike paled even further. He knew there was no changing the inevitable. "What do I have to do?"
The brunette demon sauntered toward her prey, locking eyes with Sarah and putting her into a state of thrall. Mike pulled away, but stayed close. Drusilla gently embraced the fragile creature, using one of her hands to brush the hair away from her victim's neck. Before biting down, she looked over to Mike.
"Just look into her eyes, and everything tell her everything will be okay, because you love her."
Spike pulled Mike to a position where he could stare into Sarah's still foggy eyes. Mike looked unsure, but the bloodlust within him rose up, as well. Excitement for what was to come boiled under his cold skin.
"Tell her," Spike gritted out, between his fanged teeth.
Dru bit. Sarah's eyes returned to normal, and she looked pleadingly at Mike. The fledgling smelled the blood and his eyes closed momentarily. When he opened them, his face changed. He looked at his dying girlfriend with eagerness and satisfaction.
"You'll be okay, Sarah. Because I love you. And now you'll be mine, forever."
Drusilla did not give him the option to change her, as her thirst was too powerful. She drained Sarah completely.
When it was over, and all three of them sported their human masks, Mike gently picked Sarah up into a cradling hold.
"What now?" he asked. "Will she wake up tomorrow night, like me?"
Spike looked to his sire, who shook her head with almost mocking sadness.
"No, Mikey, she needs to wake up on her own."
Mike looked confused, so Spike continued.
"Let her family bury her, and wait by her grave. She'll be as you were, confused and dreadfully hungry. Show her how to feed." Mike nodded, pensively looking at Sarah's lifeless form. "Trust me, mate, you should be glad about all this. You're lucky we were there to help you, and that you'll have her."
Spike grabbed Drusilla's waist and pulled her to him, kissing the top of her head as she stared at them.
Mike started to walk away, when Spike called out to him.
"Oi! One more thing, mate." Mike turned back toward the blonde vampire and his companion. "You and your girly are part of our little family, now. The man who turned you made Dru, as well. Dru made me, and now your precious Sarah. We don't often have get-togethers, but we may look for you in the future. Until then," he smirked, "try to avoid sunlight and any pointy wooden objects. The rest you'll figure out on your own."
Mike nodded respectfully, then trudged away into the night with his eternal love in his arms.
The older vampires watched him leave, as they held each other. Drusilla twitched in Spike's arm, which caused him to look down into her mischievous eyes.
"Spike… didn't you have something else to tell me?"
"Ah, yes. Speaking of family…"
Outside, Spike related to his sire everything he'd learned. Simultaneously, inside the club, Willow had just finished filling everyone in on the conversation that had transpired between the bartender and herself. One by one, each member of the group let the concern show on their faces. All but one.
"So, she left her stuff. So what? I've done that before, too. Maybe she finally met some dude who didn't mind that she was kind of freaky. If I were her, I'd drop everything, too. It's not like she's great at telling us everything that's going on her life. That girl is all drama, sometimes…"
"Cordelia," Giles pinched his nose to restrain his tone. "Shut up. And go home. You're obviously of no constructive use to us. Please leave."
Cordelia had the sense, for once, to remain silent. She looked to her boyfriend, incredulous at what the school's librarian had dared to say to her. He looked at her with a hard expression and shook his head. Anger rose within her, and she stormed off before anyone could see the tears that followed.
The remaining five stood off to the side of the rowdy club, unsure what to do next. Giles and Ms. Calendar felt that the lead about the diazepam was their best bet. Willow suggested going to L.A. Oz and Xander seemed to lack any direction.
It was finally decided that the kids would go home, to the safety of their beds and continue their lives as normal, seeing as they had parents to report to. The three teens looked pissed, but Willow seemed to perk up when Giles mentioned her using her scholarly investigative skills to dig more articles up that might fill in more missing pieces.
The adults were going to the veterinarian office to do a little investigating of their own. Both parties would communicate anything of interest to the others.
Having agreed upon this strategy, the two teachers left the club to go straight to the veterinary office. The other three promised to leave after enjoying the rest of their night out.
After the adults had gone, Willow pulled Oz and Xander further into the recesses of the club. Away from the loud music, Willow spoke to the two of them candidly.
"We're going to L.A."
"WHAT?" they yelled at the same time.
"You heard me. We're going tonight. That's it. We have to. I have a feeling that's where Buffy is, and if I'm wrong, then fine. But we're definitely going. Oz, you're driving."
Oz countered, "But, Willow, babe… Giles…"
"Giles and Ms. Calendar are doing their own thing. Come on!"
"Will," Xander chimed in. "Why are you so sure we should be doing this?"
"How about the fact that the articles, MY articles that you so callously threw in the trash, are no longer there?" She was still steamed that he had done that.
"Maybe it was emptied?"
"It wasn't. The same garbage that was there when you threw them in is still there. Someone took them."
Oz and Xander looked at each other and let out a sigh in unison. They both new her well enough to know that there would be no changing her mind. Oz took his keys out of his pocket and Willow smiled.
"Alright, let's go. Uh, you do know where in L.A. we're going? We can't just drive around." Oz wasn't looking for a reason to back out, he just genuinely wanted an idea of where in the (sometimes dangerous) city they'd be headed.
"I know where to start. Now come ON!"
The trio left the club, just as it began to peak for the night. Unbeknownst to them, a certain vampire couple was already well ahead of them, speeding toward the brightly-lit City of Angels with the missing articles in hand.
Angelus was blind to the knowledge that two vehicles were making their way toward him with very familiar passengers. He arrived to the front door of the apartment and paused before entering.
Honey, I'm home.
He smirked at the sitcom greeting that had passed through his mind. He took off his leather jacket and set it on one of the counters. Checking the cooler, he saw that all of the ice had completely melted. Not that I'll need to get more. We're almost done, here.
He strolled casually into the room that held the Slayer and froze at the doorway.
She was laying on her back, on the mattress, asleep. Her lips were slightly parted as air passed back and forth through them. One arm lay on the mattress above her head, while the other crossed over her skirt. Her bared breasts rose evenly, with her breathing.
Clearly, she hadn't heard him enter. And it was still pitch black in the apartment. He'd expected to find her cowering in a corner, not relaxed enough to sleep. Maybe it was exhaustion from the torment she'd received. Yes, that had to be it. Surely.
He moved toward her soundlessly. When he reached her bedside, he carefully laid the black shirt he'd brought her on the floor. Then he knelt over her and breathed in her scent.
As if reacting to a dream, she began to moan and writhe on the mattress. The hand on her skirt clutched at the material, bunching it up further up to reveal even more of what Angelus suddenly wanted to see. Her back arched, then relaxed back down.
He was flabbergasted. What on earth was he supposed to do, now? He thought about their exchange earlier…
"I just thought I'd satisfy one hunger before the other, if you know what I mean, Buff." He winked suggestively, then reached toward her breast. Her hand met his halfway, effectively stopping his pursuit.
"Well, stop it! I think I've been through enough already!" she snapped.
"Yes, well, torture comes in all types of forms, sweetheart. What fun would it be to stick to just one tactic?"
Yes, that would justify what he was about to let himself do. It was pleasurable for him, torture for her. That still worked into his plan.
Starting at her ankle, he slowly moved further north, caressing her warm skin. He didn't want her to stir, just yet. The Slayer did not move.
Angelus bent over her, smelling her again. He could tell she was aroused. And he could smell her arousal on her hand, as well…strange…
He dipped down to lightly flick a nipple. It hardened almost instantly, at the attention.
"Mmmm…. Oh, Angelus…"
He stopped and sat up, removing his hand from her thigh. What did she just say? She said my name. Again.
Buffy's eyes momentarily fluttered open. Seeing that it was still dark in the room, she listened for the vampire. Hearing nothing but her own heart beating, she lifted up her skirt and began to pleasure herself. As her soft fingers stroked her labia, she let out a contented sigh.
The vampire watched silently, longing to pounce on the little vixen, but uncertain of what that might cause…or mean.
His eyes watched her, and she moaned and cried out.
"Angelus, please… yes…" She continued to stroke herself, but she closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip.
At that, Angelus could no longer be a spectator.
A strong, cold hand suddenly appeared on the Slayer's thigh, then rose to cover her own hand. She gasped at the sensation, and shakily called out "Angelus?" The fear in her eyes did something more to the vampire. He decided he liked this. Her fearing him. The idea of her full submission was incredibly sexy. What he would do to her after… he'd figure that out later.
He grabbed the hand at her entrance and moved it to the other, which still lay on the mattress above her head. Grabbing both wrists in his other hand, he held her firmly but not painfully. The first hand went back down to her nether regions to continue the game she'd started.
He stared into eyes that searched the darkness for him, and felt another surge of arousal at this helplessness. As he slid his fingers into her wet spot, she bit her lip and bucked her body in time to the tempo he'd set. Her eyes were watering with disbelief…and pleasure.
Angelus growled, then claimed her lips to take a forceful kiss. She was caught off-guard, but the passion that she had once felt for him surged upward, until she was competing with him in the kiss. She struggled to free her wrists, as they hungrily tasted each other again. He did not relinquish his hold.
He finally pulled away, still holding her wrists, still pleasuring her wet folds.
"If I let go, will you be good, Buff?" He looked her in the eyes, as her own hooded orbs struggled to find the owner of the voice in the dark.
She continued to buck against him, arching her back. Controlling herself for one brief moment, she nodded.
He let go of her wrists and she left them over her head. Angelus moved to rip away her skirt, but he was dismayed to have the Slayer thwart her efforts by stilling his hands. He growled again.
"No, please…I want to wear this again. Let me take it off? Please, Angelus?"
The demon inside of him seemed assuaged by her simply using his name in such a state. He acquiesced. She slowly unzipped the side of her skirt, then tantalizingly worked it down her legs, her hips swaying in an attractive manner.
Angelus' mouth watered.
Despite the room being pitch black, he could see her completely naked form perfectly. He had seen her unrobed beauty before, but that was when Angel had control. The demon inside had been forced to watch, as through a window, as the Slayer had given herself to his soulful self. Now, there was no barrier to taking his own pleasure with her.
His patience had waned, having already made her even more ready for him.
She started it…now I'll finish it, before I finish her.
He freed the only part of his body that was necessary to complete the action of fornication between the sworn enemies. As he thrust into her, his satisfaction was made sweeter by her cry of surprise.
His anger merged with his passion, driving into her soft flesh with unbridled lust. Unfinished thoughts bounced around in his head, ideas that were, at times, nonsensical.
I could devour every inch of her body…She is mine…Meant to be with me forever…I'll stop at nothing…
Pulling out of her momentarily, he took advantage of her sex-dazed state to flip her onto her stomach. He grabbed her hips and pulled them up to his own, then masterfully entered her from behind. When he heard a small growl rumble in her chest, he smiled. He continued to take her, while grabbing her throat and pulling her back flush against his chest. The Slayer sought to loosen his tight grip, gasping for air in between his thrusts.
Angelus came as he choked her, finding more enjoyment than he had thought possible from her mewled cries of pleasure laced with pain. He collapsed on top of her, his larger body continuing to impair her normal breathing.
And then came the moment of truth…
Shit…I can't kill her.