Author Note

This chapter was written by Takao-kun

Slayer Gothic 2

UC Sunnydale
Night

Mia Garcia hurried across the campus of UC Sunnydale, silently cursing her "friends" for keeping her from returning to her room on campus earlier in the evening while the sun was still up. She walked quickly, not quite running, but her pace was fast as she glance around and behind her as her shoes repeated slapped the stone paved, and until now sufficiently lit paths of the campus.

She knew why they had wanted her to stay in their dorm, ever since finding out about her religious beliefs and that she went to church ever Sunday they had been tempting her to loosen up and enjoy freedom of college life. She knew Isabella and Samantha were sexual active with the guys each of them kept around, and they had introduced her to Anthony in an attempt to get her to join in.

However she'd resisted their offers and the enticement of Anthony's flesh, even if his naked torso could be consider a work of art of masculine sculpturing. She would say additional prayers for all of them tonight before bed, she hoped that Isabella and Samantha would stop before they made permanent life altering mistakes.

Up ahead of her she saw three scrawny guys huddle under one the campus lamp posts, and she slowed her frantic pace. Glancing around and seeing no one else around or behind her, she slid her hand into her book bag to tightly grab her protection from the fiends of the night. As she approached she could make they were either the shortest guys on campus or they were from the local high school.

They attempted what they probably thought as being subtle glances at her, but it only made it all the more obvious that they were watching her. They quickly glanced back and forth between her and something else as they were observing her.

"Look! It is responding from sensing her, she's perfect for the ritual!" the one on the left exclaim in an attempt at a harsh whisper.

"Best result we've had all night and for once she's alone instead of surround by friends or guys that could kick our asses." the one on the right expressed with a sigh of relief.

"Come on, let's take her down and get out of here." the apparent leader of the group told the other two.

They spreaded out to block her path having finished with their "secret planning" Then they stepped forward in attempt to surround her. Mia withdrew her protection from her purse and held it out in front of her to ward them off. It was a silver cross bathed in holy water and blessed by the Father of the church she regularly attended.

"In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost I order you to begone!" she recited with conviction, while waving the cross between the three of them.

She expected them rear back in pain, revealing their true forms while cursing her and the Lord's name. Instead they stared at her blankly, they were totally unmoved by her holy cross and faith. Slowly they blinked and looked at one another.

"She thinks we're vampires." the one on the left slowly responded, seemingly dumbfounded by her accusing them of being vampires and attempting to repel them with her cross.

"Well it is night time, we are acting shady and suspicious, and went after her alone. It isn't that much of conclusion to come to in Sunnydale." the one on the right explained.

She slowly lowered the cross given that it would be ineffective against the evils of men.

"Enough, just use the Chloroform already so we can get out of here before the real vampires show up" their leader ordered and the one on the left pulled out a bottle and rag.

She couldn't believe the incompetence of them as one of the boys actually opened up the bottle and soaked the rag. Dropping her cross to the ground she pulled from her purse the protection she had been given against men that wouldn't take no for an answer.

As one of the boys stepped forward and raised up the rag to her face she pulled out a can of mace and sprayed him in the face. The high school student fell down screaming in pain while clutching at his face. The one on the right moved to grab her, while their leader raised up his right arm to aim some gadget on his wrist at her.

She pulled the one that had just attempted to grab her into her path just as the wrist device fired, there was a poof of air and the one she had a hold of stilled for a moment before falling to the ground as dead weight.

The leader attempted to reload the device on his wrist to shoot at her again but he was not quick enough to stop her from stepping forward and sending her foot right up between his legs. With a quiet squeak he collapsed on the ground clutching his privates as she proceeded to get in a few more kicks in on her would be attackers.

"Pinche Idiota! Bastardo! Hijo de Puta! Pendejo! Verga!" she cursed them in her native tongue as she delivered each kick to them.

Finally secure in the knowledge that they wouldn't be getting back up anytime soon. She grab her can of mace that the tranqued one had taken with him as he passed out and stuffed it into her purse, and then proceeded to retrieve her cross from where she dropped it as loud foot steps echoed across the paved path toward her.

She stuffed the cross into her purse before grabbing her can of mace and swiftly aimed it in the direction of who ever approached.

"Whoa!" a male voice cried out while skidding to a stop and raising his hands to shield his face "Don't spray me! I saw them surrounding you and came running as fast as I could!" his hands were shaking as he huffed and puffed telling her for sure that he wasn't one of undead, and giving some truth to his statement.

Mia slight lowered the can of mace as her would be rescuer peeked at her from behind his hands. He actually looked old enough to be a student on campus, unlike her attempted kidnappers, though she knew he wasn't one of her classmates, still it was a big campus.

"Thanks for coming, but as you can see." she stated while gesturing to the moaning, knocked out, and curled in fetal position trio of attackers. "I can take care of myself."

She then placed her can of mace back into her purse.

"What are you going to do with them now? The Police and Campus Security aren't going to come out here after dark, and if we leave the vamps are sure to get them." he asked while nudging their bodies with his foot.

The temptation to leave them where they were was very strong, it would be nothing less than what they deserved, but the verse of the Lord's Prayer came to the for front of her mind "And forgive us our trespasses, As we forgive them that trespass against us." she whispered under her breath.

"Help me drag them inside, we cant leave them out here. No one deserves the be left to the demons." she asked while leaning over the grab the arms of her unconscious attacker, feeling safest moving him first.

"That is really merciful of you." He said as he leaned over to grab the one she had maced, "Don't think anyone else I know would have done the same." Her muscles strained from the effort of dragging the unconscious body a few feet, she really needed to visit the gym more often.

Strong arms suddenly wrapped around her neck and shoved a soaked rag over her face. "That makes you one of the dumbest bitches I have ever known." He whispered into her ear as her vision swayed and her muscles loss their strength. As she gasped from the shock of betrayal he lowered her to ground as she blacked out.

Tucker then delivered a kick to the leader of his younger brother's loser friends.

"God, you losers suck. You had her outnumberd, each of you had a different way to knock her out, and she still kicked your asses" Tucker said "and she would have gotten away if I hadn't come along."

Warren let out a weak squeak whether from the kick or an attempt to defend themselves.

Tucker rolled his eyes at how pathetic they were before opened up the girl's purse, pulling out the cross and can of mace. He dropped both items on Warren the cross managing to nail him in his groin, electing another groan of pain from him.

"Here use this protect yourself and the other loser until I get back from putting sleeping beauty and my brother into the truck." He ordered while picking up the girl in a bridal hold and letting the mace blinded Andrew hold on to his shirt as he lead him back to his truck.

Warren clutched the holy cross tightly while curled up in a fetal position from the pain. His face was burning from the humiliation and embarrassment of their defeat. He vowed that once they turned the girl into a Succubus he would have his revenge on her. She would become his personal sex slave.

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Warren's Basement
Hours Later

"How much longer is this going to take Andrew?" Warren complained from his position of lounging on his bed with an icepack in his boxers held against his aching balls.

He was watching as Andrew for the hundredth time once again went over the summoning circle that he had actually carved into the concrete floor of the basement.

Andrew turned and glared at Warren with his bloodshot eyes that still hadn't fully recovered from being maced earlier. Even with Tucker washing off his eyes and face with a water bottle as soon as they reached the truck and the shower when they reach Warren's house. His eyes were still tearing up and would have preferred to get a full night sleep before attempting this ritual. At best he had manage to convince Warren to wait until Jonathan woke up from being tranqued so he could double check the work.

Warren having the magical aptitude of a brick, didn't understand how dangerous the ritual was much less understand the importance of having the proper components they needed for it. As Jonathan and him had repeatedly warned Warren. "No we cant use sidewalk chalk, it is water soluble. These scented candles are worthless, they have no magical potential. No we cant hurry up with carving the summoning circle, one mistake and we have to start all over or risk summoning a Grue."

Honestly, Andrew wanted Tucker to check it over, but he had refused telling him that this was his test of being a real summoner. He glanced over to where Tucker sat in a chair closest to the stairs that lead out of the basement, beside him slept the girl they had kidnapped from the Sunnydale UC since taking any of the girls from the school would be too obvious.

There was a sudden groan from Warren's couch as Jonathan slowly stirred from his heavily sedated nap.

"Oh Hell . . . . my head . . . . what happened?" he asked while slowly raising himself up from where they had dropped him on the couch after they had arrived back at the basement.

He took a moment to survey his surrounding: Andrew was crouched over the summoning circle, Warren was on the bed, stripped down to T-shirt and boxers with an icepack pressed against his balls, Andrew's older brother Tucker in the corner with an unknown girl asleep at his feet.

"Oh damn it, not this dream again." he complained before laying back down on the couch.

Tucker gave Andrew a look, the same damn look he had been getting repeatedly since introducing his brother to his friends.

"Jonathan." Andrew called out to him, "Warren shot you with his wrist launcher, the one he based off Boba Fett's, when we tried to grab the girl. She uh . . . kicked all of our asses, if it hadn't been for Tucker we would have been left out cold for the vampires to find."

Jonathan groaned and covered his face while attempting to burrow deeper into the couch.

"Once your head is clear could you help me do the final check and prepare her for the ritual." Andrew question as Jonathan massaged his head, and in response raised a thumbs up.

Tucker began stripping the girl of her clothes and underwear before moving her into the summoning circle. Knowing that his brother and his friends would have taken forever to get a single article of clothing off much less would have been completely stumped by attempting to remove a bra. Being the only member of the group to have ever had a girlfriend previously.

"Okay your turn to get to work." Tucker mentioned as he stood up from setting her down.

He turned to find all three of the young nerds blatantly staring at the naked chick in their presence. He let out a sigh at how easily distracted they were. He slapped upside the head the one that would prepare her for their ritual.

"Huh? Oh yeah." Jonathan came to his senses from the blow.

He gathered up his supplies of ritual inks to paint runes onto her to her body. Taking a deep breath he dipped his brush into ink and slowly drew the first rune onto her body.

He started with drawing the rune on her forehead, followed by the one on her chin, and slowly descended down her body. His hands shook slightly as he drew the rune in the areas above, below, and in between her boobs. His eyes lingered on her boobs and his mouth went dry as he mentally compared them to the size girls he had seen around school, they were disappointingly smaller.

Until now he had thought that the shy girls that wore heavy concealing clothes did so because they were trying to hide having massive knockers. That's what the movies and comics had taught. At least until they gained more confidence to show off their body. Jonathan pulled back his brush as his hands shaking became worse and his pants uncomfortably tight.

"If you need to relieve some pressure you could always use the bathroom-" Warren started to joke, but Jonathan was up, and in the bathroom with the slamming of the door behind him before Warren finished.

"I wouldn't joke about it Warren, if Jonathan get one of the runes wrong we might end up with any manner of female monsters, and more than a few of them are man eaters." Andrew warned from the couch where he rested after so long looking over the summoning circle.

It was too complex and they were trying to force it to operate in a manner counter intuitive to its purpose. Summoning Circle were used to summon beings from other plans of existence, but the spell they had put together would summon the essence of a Succubus and channel it into the girl transforming her from human into Succubus. While wiping her mind of all her memories, instincts, and manners of her previous life.

"I just want to finish this already and have a slave to order around and have sex anytime I want." Warren demand from where he reclined on his bed.

"You mean sex anytime we want it." Andrew reminded him, having become increasingly annoyed with Warren's demands and arrogance over the course of the project and his minimal contributions to it.

Yes, he had come up with the original plan, they were using his basement to conceal their efforts, and they would have to keep the Succubus at Warren's home to hide her. However he had been absolutely useless in the spell creation, preparation, providing supplies, and even now he was laid up on his bed like some Sultan awaiting his next harem girl to be brought before him. While the two of them had done most of the work. Even his brother Tucker had done more hard work on the project and he didn't even want anything to in return.

The bathroom door creaked open and Jonathan came out. His skin flushed but he appeared less tense than he had go in. He ambled over to the summoning circle and picked up his brush to start on the next rune.

After finishing the circling rune around her belly button, Jonathan paused with his brush hovering over the last location.

"Um . . . I need to put the last rune here, but all the hair is in the way and . . ." He gestured at the last location at a loss of words and embarrassment to explain what he need done.

Tucker released a growl of aggravation and stomped off to the bathroom, making a racket as he dug through it in search of supplies. He returned shortly with a cup of water, a can shaving cream, razor, and a towel thrown over his shoulder.

Kneeling down beside the girl he soaked the hair on her groin with water, applied shaving cream onto the area, and began shaving the area with one careful stroke of the razor after another. Before wiping the area clean with the towel.

"How the three of you would have ever made it this far without my help, I cant imagine" Tucker mumble at the three that had been all too eager to watch him work.

As Tucker moved to reclaim his chair closest to the stairs, Jonathan slide into the vacated spot and drew the last rune on her body. Then Jonathan gathered up his brush and inks to put away them away. Andrew rose up from the couch and grabbed the spell tome so he could finish the ritual.

Warren moved to the edge of his bed as Andrew began to recite the gibberish that made up the words of the spell. As he spoke the summoning circle began to glow as one by one the runes on girl began to light up. Starting with the lowest one causing her to moan in her sleep. The moaning became louder and more sensational as the runes on her body lit up one after another.

As Andrew became more feverish in his chanting the circle glowed brighter, eventually forcing them to look away from the intensity of the light. With a final yell from Andrew the circle flashed a blinding light that forced all of them to shield their eyes.

After several moments of blinking and rubbing theirs eyes to clear out the spots. They looked at the circle to see the results of their spell . . . . they had succeeded far beyond their expectations.

Resting in the circle laid a purple skinned elven eared woman with boobs the size of their heads, a mane of black hair that went down to her big bubble shape butt, with a tail ending a spade that kept curling up and uncurling, with large bat like wings that twitched in her sleep, and a pair of cute horns sprouting from her forehead.

While the Trio of nerds were mesmerized by the results of their spell. Tucker in the back corner of the room gripped the bag he had brought from his truck as he noticed two very important details that they were completely missing. From each of the Succubus' elven ears dangled a earring that held a pink marble sized orb that glowed with power and in her belly button sat a third marble sized orb that was also glowing.

As he reached for the shotgun he had hidden in his bag Tucker got the feeling that something had gone wrong.

"Hello, boys" someone said.

Tucker let go off the shotgun, leaving it still in the bag, as he looked at the Succubus, which was now standing up. She was having some sort of effect on him, something he was unable to resit.

"This isn't Mareth" the sex demoness realised.

None of the guys in the room knew what Mareth was, but given what they knew about demons they figured it was a hell-dimenson. Not they thought about this too much as they were very focused on the naked creature standing before them.

"Want to have some fun?" she asked the nerds.

They all nodded their heads.