Chapter 25

The club's bass heavy music made the air throb, the darkness between the sweeping lights allowing everyone to blend together in a mob of lascivious bumping and grinding. Buffy, clad in a quickly acquired and dangerously short black dress, had her arms above her, playing with Clark's neck. His arms wrapped around her slender waist, pressing her back onto his front. He didn't know he could dance like this, but with Buffy leading him it felt natural.

She turned in his arms, her unrestrained breasts bouncing underneath the thin material. He couldn't help but stare at her body as she moved, the slope of her hips and ass as they gyrated against him threatened to undo him.

Buffy placed a finger under his chin to bring his eyes to hers, "We are still working, focus."

Clark groaned softly at the reminder, she even said the words like liquid sex, "Do you have to say it like that, or be so good at undercover work? Seriously."

She laughed at him, taking only the briefest of turns in the darkness to palm his erection through his slacks and press her body against him, "Oh, don't worry. We'll take care of this later. But for now, let's be playful with the vampire couple over there. Vampires like inappropriate displays of sexual aggression, it turns them on. Put on your bad boy face and let's get picked up," she winked at him.

Buffy nodded her head slightly towards the two vampires practically having sex on the floor. They continued dancing, slowly moving more closely to the couple. When they were only a few feet away, and as the music intensified when the beat changed, they started a new dance.

Clark leaned down to Buffy's ear, "Bad boy face, eh? I don't think you can handle it."

The look in his eye when he pulled away surprised Buffy, it looked predatory and dangerous. He remembered his times under the influence of red Kryptonite well enough to do what Buffy was asking. He tilted his head down and to the side, his cheekbones pronounced and his lips bent in the slightest of grins. Spinning Buffy's hips around quickly, he held her waist to his front pressing his hardened, clothed dick against her ass. His other hand gripped her outer thigh and slid up her body, hiking her dress up on his way up to her neck. Upon reaching her neck, Clark wrapped his hand around it, applying slight pressure. Not enough to cut off her oxygen, but enough to make her heart rate speed up.

Once again, he pressed his lips to her ear, "They get off on fear too, isn't that right?"

Buffy just nodded, her body completely betraying her desire with her weak knees and soaking wet panties. Clark slowly started kissing her ear lobe and moved down her neck. The hand on Buffy's waist slipped lower still, slipping his hand up her dress in full view of the vampire couple, who had already glanced over at them. He continued to grind himself into Buffy's ass as he slipped two fingers under the elastic of her panties, moving them aside and letting her drip onto his fingers.

Buffy was panting, head thrown back against Clark, pinned to him. He removed his fingers from under her dress and brought them to his lips, tasting her. She was stunned, who knew Clark Kent had such a naughty side? Must explore later, not on a mission, and not in public. Well, maybe in public. Gah, he just tasted me, I can't.

She was nearly sliding down his body in a desire coma, when the male vampire approached them and began dancing in front of her. The female vampire danced behind Clark, leaning up to his ear and whispering, "Come with us, we have a private party that we think you two would die for."

Unfortunately accurate choice of words, Clark thought and nodded. He held Buffy to him as they walked toward the entrance and out into the night.

Even though Buffy was drunk on Clark's bad boy act, she was playing it up quite a bit to make them look more helpless. She struggled down the uneven wooden planks to the guarded door, but straightened when they were admitted. It was much darker in there than the club, the music louder, it was disorienting. There were still around 20 people dancing in an uncoordinated mass of limbs.

Their two vampire hosts disappeared, leaving Buffy and Clark to wander through the people. Some of them were bitten, blood slowly dripping down their necks or wrists. Others' eyes were just glazed over. It was difficult to tell whether they were drugged or under some kind of thrall, either way, these people were definitely being corralled for slaughter.

Clark kept tightly holding Buffy's hand as they worked through the crowd. He could see another guarded door at the back of the room, beyond which were the lockers filled with people. He nodded towards the door when it opened and several vampires came through, flipping on the lights. The room flooded with bright fluorescent lighting, blinding everyone. Quickly Buffy pressed her wrist to another dazed human, spreading their blood on her, Clark followed suit. She wanted the vampires to think they had also been bitten and were under their control.

The vampires encircled the enthralled humans, shepherding them through the door at the back and filing them into the lockers without protest. Buffy and Clark were placed in the same locker and when the door closed again, leaving them alone to assess the damage to the prisoners, they were shocked. The newly added 20 or 30 humans sat uninterested in their surroundings, some dozing off to a sleep and others staring off into nothing. The others though, they were in various stages of life and death.

A few were emaciated beyond recognition, their bodies riddled with bite marks and caved in from blood loss. Others still were barely alive, hooked up to intravenous lines to replenish their blood and keep them sedated. A network of intravenous blood lines also weaved across all the lockers, the captives' blood running continuously to some other room in the building. Cage after cage of people who were never supposed to see the light of day again.

Wordlessly, Buffy looked at Clark and they both moved to the door. He used his laser vision to silently cut the bolted lock and Buffy opened the door. She tried not to look back, just wanting to get to the door at the end of the corridor so she could kill the motherfucker who would do this and get these people to safety. Easily, they slipped through the door and found themselves in one of the laboratory rooms with the gene sequencing and blood synthesis machines Chloe had mentioned. No lab workers were present, just quietly whirring machinery. Clark listened carefully and heard a male vampire a few rooms removed laughing and talking about this crazy hot couple at the club that he brought back. He squeezed Buffy's hand and pointed to his ear for her to listen too. The vampires were talking about them, in detail. Buffy was disgusted, but it had been part of her plan after all.

Clark's x-ray vision showed four vampires standing around a door in a lab swapping stories about their scores for the night. Behind the heavily reinforced door they guarded were another two vampires, one sitting and another standing near the inside of the door. Clark put four fingers up and then another two to indicate to Buffy what they were coming up against. She nodded and mouthed "Follow my lead."

They barged into the room with the four vampires, laughing and falling all over one another. Buffy pushed Clark against the inside of the door, kissing him sloppily and fully on the mouth. The startled vampires quickly forgot to consider how these two got out of their cages, caught up in the display. Clark lifted Buffy off the ground and pushed her against the door, continuing to kiss her and press himself against her. It wasn't until their captor spoke up confidently, "See, I told you they were fucking hot for a couple of humans."

Buffy stopped kissing Clark and looked up before hiding her face in his neck, "Oh my God! There's people in here!"

Clark turned, "So there are. Sorry guys, we'll be moving along."

"Not so fast. There's no hurry. Besides, you two were fine putting on your little show at the club, why not for a private audience?" He bit his lip and motioned his hand towards the couch.

Clark let Buffy slip down and she was shaking her head, "No, I want to leave. Cool party though."

Moving toward the door, the vampire came forward and grabbed Buffy's wrist, to which Clark's eyes flared red and his hand snapped up to the vampire's neck, "The lady said no."

Clark ripped the vampire's head clean off, dust exploding in his hand. Buffy sped to the three other vampires and ripped their heads off in quick succession. She patted the vampire dust off her dress quietly as Clark approached her, kissing her firmly. Then they faced the door and knocked.

"What?!" An irritated voice boomed through the metal door.

Clark spoke up first in a fake baritone voice, "I've got a couple humans here to put on a show for the master if he wants."

The door unlocked and Buffy grabbed the vampire just inside, throwing him to Clark before stepping over the threshold. Dispatching the vampire quickly, Clark moved behind Buffy and they both stared into the eyes of the vampire master of Metropolis.