Riley looked down at Buffy sprawled across the floor in front of him. It was nice to be the stronger one. Nice to be a true man again. The flush in her cheeks was incredibly appealing. He rubbed his cock in anticipation. She was so fucking pretty like this, terrified and weak. He had always hated her easy assurance in battle, her complete confidence in her own abilities. He stepped closer to her and saw the revulsion in her eyes. It would take time to overcome that, but he could be patient. Hell, he could enjoy breaking her a little bit at a time.
Buffy suddenly swung both legs so quickly they blurred. He tried to track her movements, but she was too fast for him. There was more of a challenge in her than he had realized. He felt her hit his back like a humvee. She giggled tauntingly as he landed face first on the floor.
Rage exploded and he flipped over and managed to get a hand on her leg. He swung her body out and flung her into the wood paneled wall. She slid down and he saw her wipe a trickle of blood from her mouth with some satisfaction.
"I am the man, Buffy." he waved a finger at her. "It's time you understand the true meaning of that. I'm not some mushy old English dude or whimpy little friend you can push around. I am not a dead thing, clinging to your life. I am important. You will pay attention to me."
"You are so just another bit of been there done that for me, Riley. And you sound like a two year old throwing a fit." Buffy smiled sweetly at him as she moved sideways forcing him to turn. "It has been so nice not having to stroke your delicate ego everyday. The problem wasn't in your stars or your genetics. The problem was always you. You never measured up for anyone but Walsh and even she wanted to modify you. Dear Mother, how you must miss her."
"I wasn't the one still in love with a god damned leech," he growled and shook his head. "Making a real man beg for the crumbs left by a corpse. I deserved better."
"Angel isn't a leech. Damned, okay, I'll give you that one, but he fights it everyday. He is strong. Strong enough to accept me and not feel threatened." She tilted her head and narrowed her gaze on him. "I wasn't in love with him when I was with you. I love him. Part of me always will, but I stopped being in love with him a long time before I met you. Most of my attachment to him was guilt driven by the time you showed up. The truth is I just never loved you. It was nice to be wanted, especially after Angel and Parker, but that's about all we ever had."
"You'd rather let a dead thing crawl between your legs than have a real man in your life." he sneered. "Is it because you're so frigid? Just gotta have that cool, dead body. Necrophiliac."
"When you are nothing more than a dripping pile of goo, a real man will be taking me to bed, so I'll finally know what that feels like." She smiled sweetly and blew him a kiss.
"You bitch, you will learn your place," he ground out, charged and knocked her back against the wall, screaming as rage swamped him. Buffy slammed against the wall with his shoulder rammed into her abdomen. He smiled as her breath whooshed past his ear.
She kicked out with her one free leg and crushed his manhood with her foot. He fell back and saw her smile as she pulled a short sword out from over her shoulder. The smile was disturbing. He could see why so many HST's had feared even the mention of her name, but he was made of sterner stuff.
"You are an abomination," she said as she placed her foot on his chest. She looked like a goddess as she stared down at him with a frosty glare. "You have made yourself into the worst type of monster. I'm sorry."
"Buffy, please," he pleaded. Riley looked up at her. He was confused about how it had come to this. The plan had been perfect. All he had ever wanted was to serve his country and love this woman. She was his, his reward for service, his reward for a life well lived. "How can you do this to me?"
She hesitated for a moment, and he kicked out at her legs forcing her to retreat. He sprang up and charged her. She swirled out of his reach and grabbed the floor lamp to hold him off. He could see her tiring. Soon, she would be beneath him as he thrust into her, willing or not. She would be his.
"We are going to have a wonderful family and rule the world." Riley watched her lip curl in distaste and rage flared through him again. He grabbed the lamp and shivered as electricity arced through his body. Even a Taser wouldn't stop him. He knew she had discovered some weapon that could kill him, had seen her use it on his brother warriors. "I am not some simple monster. I am the future. I will be the one, and there will be peace. I am the perfect balance of man and sub terrestrial. What are you?"
Buffy slammed the other end of the lamp with all her strength and sent him flying. He hit the wall and slid down it. He felt pain in his abdomen and looked down to see the lamp emerging blood soaked from his stomach. He tried to pull the lamp free, but it was rammed deeply into the wood paneling behind him. His hands slipped on the bronze pole as he watched her assess the situation. She was before him in a flash.
"I am the slayer." She brought the sword down in a smooth arc. Her sad, remote gaze was the last thing he saw as the world faded away.
