Title: Pain and Pleasure
Author: Dana
Content: Mentions of torture, femme play and blood play, violence
Rating: R
Spoilers: Season 6
Pairings: Willow/Drusilla
Description: Part ten of Willow Mine. In which the scoobies learn details and Dawn learns her place.
Setting: Post Grave
Feedback: dana@celticmuse.net
Distribution: Ask first please.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of BtVS so please do
not sue me I am only a poor rabid tech.
There was a cloud that surrounded you the moment you stepped into the boundaries of the city. The sickly sweet scent of death permeated the very air, often making one uncomfortable. Adults knew the smell of fear; they could recognize it yet couldn't understand where it came from. So they hurried along the streets, scurrying like mice going about their business. Children and teenagers weren't old enough to realize that fear. They hadn't lived enough to really know it. A few observant ones would shiver and continue on their way wondering for a brief moment why the hairs on the back of their necks stood up. It was due to these blind creatures that threw themselves into life with a vengeance that the creatures of the night survived.
Vampires, demons and other creatures were drawn to the Hellmouth. The evil radiated from the very ground and they were at home. Feasting upon the choice flesh of those brave enough to face the shadows of the night. They laughed at the very blindness of humans, beings who simply chose not to see what they didn't want to, ignoring the very real proof of evil, living in their fantasies.
There was also another creature drawn to the evil of the Hellmouth. Something sprung from the darkness of the night, at home only where demons were. The Slayer fought against the demons and fought against the darkness in herself. Most of them didn't survive long enough to discover that darkness within them, and the one who did still couldn't come to grips with it.
Sighing softly to himself, Rupert Giles, ex-Watcher took off his glasses and cleaned them quickly. Replacing them, he turned his wearied eyes upon the house of the longest lived Slayer in history. He never had children of his own flesh and blood but he considered the few he had taught as his own, that small group of three teenagers who bravely battled the darkness outside only to find darkness within themselves. Shaking his head, he picked up his bags and made his way to the house. He had some bad news to break and battle plans to make.
*************
The dark vampire paused in mid movement, lifting her head she tilted it slightly as if listening to something only she could hear. Soft laughter fell from her ruby lips as the stars sang to her. The watcher was here and now all the blood play could start. Giggling to herself, she got off the bloodied body of her blonde haired childe. Cooing softly, she kissed his forehead. "Stay here Spikey, mummy has to go tell her weeping tree something and then she'll be back to play some more." Setting aside the knife she had been using, she went off to find Willow to give her the good news. Everything was falling into place.
*************
Three stunned faces stared back at Giles, eyes filled with mutual horror and pain. Raking a hand through his hair he took a deep breath. "She's been turned and I don't know where she is. Generally, a newly made vampire kills those it loved most in its human life. It's possible she could be heading here."
"Or she could already be here."
"Yes Buffy, she could already be here." Suppressing a surge of anger, he rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Have you noticed anything different around here? Any sign that she and her sire could be in town?"
Buffy winced as Dawn and Xander shot her mutual glares. Okay, so she had been distracted lately, it wasn't her fault. She kept seeing Tara all over the place, taunting her. The witch was in her dreams, following her around her work, laughing at her as she went and patrolled. She was afraid she was losing her mind. "There haven't been that many demons around that I've seen. It's like they all dropped off the end of the earth."
"Except for rumors of a new big bad." Dawn pushed the hair out of her face and tried not to smirk. "Buffy's been distracted lately. There've been rumors around the net about a new big bad around here. Someone going by the name of the Titan."
Giles blinked at Dawn in surprise. That was a rather interesting revelation, the younger girl having that much information. Skipping over his shock, he processed the rest of the sentence. His Slayer being distracted wasn't good information. He gave the blonde a concerned look. Deciding to forgo the possible fight, he shook his head. They needed at least a night to grieve before they made any plans. "We can't do anything right now. I suggest we all get some sleep."
Xander took a ragged breath and looked at the ex-watcher. "Oh, is it that easy? My best friend is dead so I should go to sleep and that will make it all better?"
"That's not what I said, Xander."
"It sure sounds like you said that. When did we decide to stop caring?"
Rage surged to the surface and the older man launched himself out of the chair. Grabbing Xander, he slammed him against the wall. In a very soft Ripper-like voice he ground out the words. "Willow was like a child to me. I taught her everything I could and I loved her deeply. Do not presume to tell me I don't care, Alexander Harris, because you won't like the results." Backing off, he let the younger man go. "She's not Willow anymore. In case you weren't paying attention a few years ago, she will become something worse than her doppelganger. Our Willow has magic and much more experience on her side." He watched flickers of fear ride across their faces. "She knows us all; our deepest secrets, the ways we fight, our weaknesses. That is a demon wearing our friend's face and it will do everything it can to kill us."
Buffy's soft voice interrupted his tirade. "I don't know if I can kill her, Giles."
Sadly he regarded his Slayer. "She knows that."
Xander rubbed his neck and straightened his clothes. Nothing seemed real to him anymore. Too much had happened in too little time, and now his best friend was dead. Probably stalking somewhere thinking of ways to kill them painfully. Cutting off a sudden sob, he closed his eyes. "So what do we do now?"
Sighing softly, Giles sank down on the couch. "Now we sleep, and then we prepare. Hopefully, we'll be able to find a way to keep from killing her."
Sudden hope filled Xander's eyes. "The curse, couldn't we do the curse?"
"Honestly, I don't know if it would work. She's so soaked in magic she could just repel it."
Dawn watched the proceedings from a corner of the room. Her chocolate eyes taking in all the details so she could relay them to her mistress later. She had done what Willow had wanted her to do. Laid doubt in everyone's mind about Buffy and let them know of the existence of the supposed big bad. Of course, they didn't know that Willow and the Titan were one in the same but soon they would. Piping up softly from the corner of the room, her morbid sense of humor kicked in. "So we're all screwed."
All eyes turned to her and all she could do was shrug helplessly. It was true, they were screwed.
*************
Willow sat sprawled out in her chair one leg draped over the arm the other tapping softly against the stone floor of the crypt. Impatience warred within her. Her demon stalked beneath her skin, demanding to know how things went at the Summers' house. It also demanded that she go find something to eat, but tonight wasn't the smartest night to go hunting now that the group knew she was a vampire. She was pulled from her thoughts at the sound of the heavy wooden door opening. Ah, the brat was here with news. A wicked smile curved over her face as she watched Dawn come into the room. "Have any news for me, Dawnie?"
Irritation flowed through the brown haired girl. She knew that Willow was her mistress' lover and that annoyed her. She wanted all of Drusilla's attention but couldn't get it with the red head around. Not to mention there was all that stuff the witch had done to her in life. With a bit of a sneer, she regarded the vampire before her. "I have news for my mistress."
"She's a bit busy at the moment."
As if on cue a scream echoed throughout the crypt. Curiosity and fear sprang up in Dawn's body. She couldn't stop the fear; it was a normal reaction to such a pain-filled scream. However, the curiosity was something that was new to her. A side affect of the bond she supposed, if she cared enough to think any deeper about it she'd probably figure it out. She didn't really care though. Unbidden, her body moved towards the back of the room, gliding into the shadows to see what had screamed. Her eyes widened at the sight of Drusilla straddling a bleeding Spike. She hadn't known that the blonde vampire was back in town. She let out a soft squeak as she felt fingertips running down her neck. Whipping around, she glared at Willow who just let out a laugh. "That's not funny."
"Little mouse!"
With a brilliant smile, Dawn turned her attention back to her mistress. Moving swiftly into the room, she avoided slipping in the blood and dropped down to her knees next to the brunette vampire. "I bring news, mistress." At Drusilla's nod of ascent, she proceeded to tell them of how the meeting went.
Willow almost laughed with delight. "So they're all sad and upset that I'm dead. Poor little Willow." Happily she clapped her hands together. "Everything is working out perfectly!"
Jealousy flared up in the young girl as she watched Willow kiss her mistress deeply. Sneering, she glared at the red headed vampire. "Until something goes wrong of course." Suddenly she found herself being held off the ground by her neck. Fear lance through her as she grabbed at the hands holding her up. Gasping for air, she looked down to see amber eyes glaring at her menacingly.
"Never forget what I am." Running her tongue over her lips, Willow gave Dawn an evil smile. "I can and will hurt you if you treat me with disrespect."
In the next moment, she slumped to the ground coughing as the vampiress dropped her. Anger boiled up in her but she suppressed it, not wanting another demonstration of Willow's strength. With loathing, she looked down at the ground and choked out an answer. "Of course."
The Titan clicked her tongue as she shook her head. Stalking around the girl on the floor, she smiled at a sudden idea. Turning towards Drusilla, she gave her a lust filled look before giving Dawn her attention. "Perhaps it's time you have a lesson befitting your position. After all, you do belong to Dru and if you're good she might turn you." Leaning down she put a finger under the girl's chin and tilted her head up. "Now pay very close attention."
Dawn watched with wide eyes as Willow disrobed Drusilla and then picked up a knife. Her eyes took in the brunette's gleaming flesh, beautifully pale in the flickering candlelight. Sudden heat pooled between her thighs and she whimpered as she watched the red head make a shallow cut on one of her mistress' thighs. Drusilla's answering moan echoed throughout the room, and Willow gave Dawn a satisfied smile.
"Lesson one: there is a thin line between pain and pleasure."
Author: Dana
Content: Mentions of torture, femme play and blood play, violence
Rating: R
Spoilers: Season 6
Pairings: Willow/Drusilla
Description: Part ten of Willow Mine. In which the scoobies learn details and Dawn learns her place.
Setting: Post Grave
Feedback: dana@celticmuse.net
Distribution: Ask first please.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of BtVS so please do
not sue me I am only a poor rabid tech.
There was a cloud that surrounded you the moment you stepped into the boundaries of the city. The sickly sweet scent of death permeated the very air, often making one uncomfortable. Adults knew the smell of fear; they could recognize it yet couldn't understand where it came from. So they hurried along the streets, scurrying like mice going about their business. Children and teenagers weren't old enough to realize that fear. They hadn't lived enough to really know it. A few observant ones would shiver and continue on their way wondering for a brief moment why the hairs on the back of their necks stood up. It was due to these blind creatures that threw themselves into life with a vengeance that the creatures of the night survived.
Vampires, demons and other creatures were drawn to the Hellmouth. The evil radiated from the very ground and they were at home. Feasting upon the choice flesh of those brave enough to face the shadows of the night. They laughed at the very blindness of humans, beings who simply chose not to see what they didn't want to, ignoring the very real proof of evil, living in their fantasies.
There was also another creature drawn to the evil of the Hellmouth. Something sprung from the darkness of the night, at home only where demons were. The Slayer fought against the demons and fought against the darkness in herself. Most of them didn't survive long enough to discover that darkness within them, and the one who did still couldn't come to grips with it.
Sighing softly to himself, Rupert Giles, ex-Watcher took off his glasses and cleaned them quickly. Replacing them, he turned his wearied eyes upon the house of the longest lived Slayer in history. He never had children of his own flesh and blood but he considered the few he had taught as his own, that small group of three teenagers who bravely battled the darkness outside only to find darkness within themselves. Shaking his head, he picked up his bags and made his way to the house. He had some bad news to break and battle plans to make.
*************
The dark vampire paused in mid movement, lifting her head she tilted it slightly as if listening to something only she could hear. Soft laughter fell from her ruby lips as the stars sang to her. The watcher was here and now all the blood play could start. Giggling to herself, she got off the bloodied body of her blonde haired childe. Cooing softly, she kissed his forehead. "Stay here Spikey, mummy has to go tell her weeping tree something and then she'll be back to play some more." Setting aside the knife she had been using, she went off to find Willow to give her the good news. Everything was falling into place.
*************
Three stunned faces stared back at Giles, eyes filled with mutual horror and pain. Raking a hand through his hair he took a deep breath. "She's been turned and I don't know where she is. Generally, a newly made vampire kills those it loved most in its human life. It's possible she could be heading here."
"Or she could already be here."
"Yes Buffy, she could already be here." Suppressing a surge of anger, he rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Have you noticed anything different around here? Any sign that she and her sire could be in town?"
Buffy winced as Dawn and Xander shot her mutual glares. Okay, so she had been distracted lately, it wasn't her fault. She kept seeing Tara all over the place, taunting her. The witch was in her dreams, following her around her work, laughing at her as she went and patrolled. She was afraid she was losing her mind. "There haven't been that many demons around that I've seen. It's like they all dropped off the end of the earth."
"Except for rumors of a new big bad." Dawn pushed the hair out of her face and tried not to smirk. "Buffy's been distracted lately. There've been rumors around the net about a new big bad around here. Someone going by the name of the Titan."
Giles blinked at Dawn in surprise. That was a rather interesting revelation, the younger girl having that much information. Skipping over his shock, he processed the rest of the sentence. His Slayer being distracted wasn't good information. He gave the blonde a concerned look. Deciding to forgo the possible fight, he shook his head. They needed at least a night to grieve before they made any plans. "We can't do anything right now. I suggest we all get some sleep."
Xander took a ragged breath and looked at the ex-watcher. "Oh, is it that easy? My best friend is dead so I should go to sleep and that will make it all better?"
"That's not what I said, Xander."
"It sure sounds like you said that. When did we decide to stop caring?"
Rage surged to the surface and the older man launched himself out of the chair. Grabbing Xander, he slammed him against the wall. In a very soft Ripper-like voice he ground out the words. "Willow was like a child to me. I taught her everything I could and I loved her deeply. Do not presume to tell me I don't care, Alexander Harris, because you won't like the results." Backing off, he let the younger man go. "She's not Willow anymore. In case you weren't paying attention a few years ago, she will become something worse than her doppelganger. Our Willow has magic and much more experience on her side." He watched flickers of fear ride across their faces. "She knows us all; our deepest secrets, the ways we fight, our weaknesses. That is a demon wearing our friend's face and it will do everything it can to kill us."
Buffy's soft voice interrupted his tirade. "I don't know if I can kill her, Giles."
Sadly he regarded his Slayer. "She knows that."
Xander rubbed his neck and straightened his clothes. Nothing seemed real to him anymore. Too much had happened in too little time, and now his best friend was dead. Probably stalking somewhere thinking of ways to kill them painfully. Cutting off a sudden sob, he closed his eyes. "So what do we do now?"
Sighing softly, Giles sank down on the couch. "Now we sleep, and then we prepare. Hopefully, we'll be able to find a way to keep from killing her."
Sudden hope filled Xander's eyes. "The curse, couldn't we do the curse?"
"Honestly, I don't know if it would work. She's so soaked in magic she could just repel it."
Dawn watched the proceedings from a corner of the room. Her chocolate eyes taking in all the details so she could relay them to her mistress later. She had done what Willow had wanted her to do. Laid doubt in everyone's mind about Buffy and let them know of the existence of the supposed big bad. Of course, they didn't know that Willow and the Titan were one in the same but soon they would. Piping up softly from the corner of the room, her morbid sense of humor kicked in. "So we're all screwed."
All eyes turned to her and all she could do was shrug helplessly. It was true, they were screwed.
*************
Willow sat sprawled out in her chair one leg draped over the arm the other tapping softly against the stone floor of the crypt. Impatience warred within her. Her demon stalked beneath her skin, demanding to know how things went at the Summers' house. It also demanded that she go find something to eat, but tonight wasn't the smartest night to go hunting now that the group knew she was a vampire. She was pulled from her thoughts at the sound of the heavy wooden door opening. Ah, the brat was here with news. A wicked smile curved over her face as she watched Dawn come into the room. "Have any news for me, Dawnie?"
Irritation flowed through the brown haired girl. She knew that Willow was her mistress' lover and that annoyed her. She wanted all of Drusilla's attention but couldn't get it with the red head around. Not to mention there was all that stuff the witch had done to her in life. With a bit of a sneer, she regarded the vampire before her. "I have news for my mistress."
"She's a bit busy at the moment."
As if on cue a scream echoed throughout the crypt. Curiosity and fear sprang up in Dawn's body. She couldn't stop the fear; it was a normal reaction to such a pain-filled scream. However, the curiosity was something that was new to her. A side affect of the bond she supposed, if she cared enough to think any deeper about it she'd probably figure it out. She didn't really care though. Unbidden, her body moved towards the back of the room, gliding into the shadows to see what had screamed. Her eyes widened at the sight of Drusilla straddling a bleeding Spike. She hadn't known that the blonde vampire was back in town. She let out a soft squeak as she felt fingertips running down her neck. Whipping around, she glared at Willow who just let out a laugh. "That's not funny."
"Little mouse!"
With a brilliant smile, Dawn turned her attention back to her mistress. Moving swiftly into the room, she avoided slipping in the blood and dropped down to her knees next to the brunette vampire. "I bring news, mistress." At Drusilla's nod of ascent, she proceeded to tell them of how the meeting went.
Willow almost laughed with delight. "So they're all sad and upset that I'm dead. Poor little Willow." Happily she clapped her hands together. "Everything is working out perfectly!"
Jealousy flared up in the young girl as she watched Willow kiss her mistress deeply. Sneering, she glared at the red headed vampire. "Until something goes wrong of course." Suddenly she found herself being held off the ground by her neck. Fear lance through her as she grabbed at the hands holding her up. Gasping for air, she looked down to see amber eyes glaring at her menacingly.
"Never forget what I am." Running her tongue over her lips, Willow gave Dawn an evil smile. "I can and will hurt you if you treat me with disrespect."
In the next moment, she slumped to the ground coughing as the vampiress dropped her. Anger boiled up in her but she suppressed it, not wanting another demonstration of Willow's strength. With loathing, she looked down at the ground and choked out an answer. "Of course."
The Titan clicked her tongue as she shook her head. Stalking around the girl on the floor, she smiled at a sudden idea. Turning towards Drusilla, she gave her a lust filled look before giving Dawn her attention. "Perhaps it's time you have a lesson befitting your position. After all, you do belong to Dru and if you're good she might turn you." Leaning down she put a finger under the girl's chin and tilted her head up. "Now pay very close attention."
Dawn watched with wide eyes as Willow disrobed Drusilla and then picked up a knife. Her eyes took in the brunette's gleaming flesh, beautifully pale in the flickering candlelight. Sudden heat pooled between her thighs and she whimpered as she watched the red head make a shallow cut on one of her mistress' thighs. Drusilla's answering moan echoed throughout the room, and Willow gave Dawn a satisfied smile.
"Lesson one: there is a thin line between pain and pleasure."