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DRACULA
"You don't have the faintest clue about your background, do you?" Dracula caressed Tuscany's cheek gently.
Tuscany stepped back out of his reach and glared at him, "What ARE you talking about?"
"Your past, your present… your future," Dracula continued in an even voice.
"Well that would suggest I knew nothing," Tuscany pointed out with a roll of her eyes.
"Do you?"
"Do I what?"
"Know anything?" Dracula asked with a smile.
"Ok I'm over this. I'm gonna stake you right now," Tuscany lifted her stake.
Dracula held up his irritating hand, "Can not be killed remember." His accent was lilting and Tuscany realised she had only two choices: Die or listen.
She knew which one she found more attractive and leant against the gravestone, "Talk all you want. I've got all night."
"I want to teach you. Things that you should know but never got the chance. To put it simply I want to be a watcher figure," Dracula put the proposition out there.
"Because you aren't evil?" Tuscany said sarcastically but she was beginning to find his eyes mesmerising.
"How do you know you aren't? Do you know where the power stems from?" He stroked her neck gently. Tuscany repressed a shiver.
"Not from a vampire," She guessed carefully.
"Buffy knows. Buffy saw," He whispered in her ear.
"Then I'll ask Buffy," Tuscany snapped feeling her resolve come flooding back.
"So you can live in your shadow? No slayer can bear that. Look at what happened to Faith," Dracula suggested.
"What do you mean," Tuscany demanded suspiciously.
"I mean she could not stand to be the second slayer. So she went the other way to achieve her own glory. You don't want to end up like Faith do you?"
"What can I do?" But Tuscany's voice lacked any real bite now.
"You have something else, my darling. Magic," Dracula paused dramatically.
"Giles told me that," Tuscany said.
"But can Giles tell you everything Tuscana?"
"That witch died in an English coven. I was adopted by… by Australians," Tuscany stammered.
"Yes but not till you were one and a half. And I'll wager you probably caused the fire. Instinctive witches are dangerous. They have no control!" Dracula was winning his fight with her.
"You're a vampire!" Tuscany repeated desperately trying to understand why she was under his thrall so simply, "You can't train me for good."
"But I can train you. It is up to you where you direct your force," Dracula cupped her face.
Tuscany stood up defiantly, "This is crazy. You're a vampire!" and she made to stride away but she turned straight into Dracula.
"What about William?" Dracula asked softly.
"What about Spike?"
"Evil. Vampire. Soulless. And yet you feel emotion growing towards him," Dracula's fingers danced sensually along her neck.
"That's not the same," Tuscany breathed.
"Is it not?" Dracula asked. He was now standing behind her and Tuscany compulsively closed her eyes.
"Well not entirely," Tuscany managed.
Dracula's arms extended around her body.
"Just a taste will let you see," He offered, "Then you will have a choice."
His wrist was just in front of her face. Tuscany had lost all her will. She nodded mutely.
Dracula used one of his long nails to slice his wrist and the blood that came forward was thick and red. Tuscany tentatively touched it with her tongue. At the same time Dracula sunk his fangs into her neck.
She gasped but barely noticed as series of images flooded her mind.
The first slayer standing proud and angry. Glaring at her. How dare she let a vampire touch her? But the first slayer didn't understand that Tuscany was driven by curiosity. What she saw didn't make sense and was certainly not in chronological order. She was also vaguely aware of a pull at her neck.
Dracula broke the embrace first. He was old and could visit the temptation to devour all the slayers blood. He blew soft air onto the wound he had inflicted.
"Now my dear you have been tasted. You have tasted also the stem of your power. I'm offering a chance to discover what it all means," Dracula smiled slowly.
Tuscany couldn't answer though. She was very tempted but the logical side of her brain was demanding she think things over. Morally she should say no but she couldn't outright. Not now. Her head was still reeling.
"Just think about it," He offered sensing her confused state, "I'll be back."
And then he was gone.
Tuscany stood shivering for a while in the graveyard before she realised the sun was peaking over the horizon. How long had she been under his influence?
Tuscany knew that she had been in real danger this evening but she still wouldn't dismiss the idea of having Dracula as a tutor. Angel to a degree had been Buffy's and Spike had certainly taught both of them a thing or two. But Dracula… he was something else. He was proving to be determinedly immortal.
Tuscany sighed. Why couldn't anything in this damn town be easy?
AN: short chappy I know but I'm in a rush and I didn't feel like adding useless bits when I could simply have done that. So should Tuscany accept him? It's not a smart thing to do but hey when are characters in stories always smart. Give me your opinion please.
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