Chapter 6
In the abandoned shop near the Bronze, the weirdness continued for Xander Harris. For the last five minutes he had been listening to Drusilla talking about her love for him in her own deranged way. To be honest, Xander found some of the things she talked about doing to him intriguing, if anatomically a bit hard to imagine.
In her human face Drusilla was not exactly uneasy on the eyes. Xander had to keep reminding himself that this was a vampire, a soul-less creature that would soon as tear out his throat as look at him. As frightened as he was, Xander commanded himself to keep calm and wait for the right situation to try and make his escape.
"I knew as soon as I saw you tonight that you were my eternal love" said Drusilla softly.
"Don't you feel it too?" she asked Xander.
"Ah , yeah I do" answered Xander, just to keep Drusilla calm.
"I want you Xander. Fill me with your love" Drusilla whispered intimately in Xander's ear.
. Thoughts were going through Xander's head at a million miles per hour, but the way to get out of this was not one of them.
Before he could think of what to do, Xander found himself being slowly undressed by Drusilla. I'm about to have freaky vampire sex! Stop it - must find a way to escape. Drusilla was on top of Xander now, unbuttoning his shirt and caressing his chest with her other hand.
"Xander, how do you feel about eternal life?" asked Drusilla, having finished undoing his shirt.
"Look this is going very quickly. Couldn't we start with dinner and a movie?" said Xander, trying to keep his tone light-hearted and avoid panicking.
"I want us to be together, forever" continued Dru, as though she hadn't heard Xander speak at all.
Xander quickly realised that this was going downhill fast, and not at all in the way he expected. Before he could think to scream, Drusilla inclined her head and fangs bared, bit into the side of Xander's neck.
It wasn't anything like what he had expected. It was wildly erotic and overwhelmingly terrifying at the same time. The breath had escaped from his lungs and he couldn't yell, couldn't call out. Xander's arms began flailing wildly, his legs kicking; and slowly Drusilla drained him.
Feeling her lover's heart slow beneath her, Drusilla pulled back and used the nail on her index finger to cut herself just under her neck. She pulled Xander so he was sitting upright and held his mouth to the fresh trickle of blood escaping from the open wound.
Xander felt himself being raised, which added to the feeling of light- headedness he was experiencing. His first instinct was to try and draw breath, and in so doing ingested some of the blood from the small incision Drusilla had made moments earlier.
Drusilla felt Xander's mouth up against her chest and knew that he had swallowed enough of her blood to be turned. Realising there was nothing more she could do for her lover but wait, she set Xander down on the bed and waited for the process to begin.
Xander's heart was working furiously to pump what blood was left in his body to the places that needed it. Circulation to the arms and legs ceased as the heart directed blood flow to the brain so the body could stay alive. It was ultimately futile. Not two minutes later, Xander's heart beat for the last time - then stuttered and stopped completely.
Drusilla could always sense the moment of death, and this case was no different. But once she felt the heart slow then stop altogether it was like a veil being lifted from her eyes, and she wondered what she was doing here, in this room, with a friend of the Slayer's. Drusilla tried to recall what had brought her here and couldn't, tried to remember what had happened, and failed. She remembered leaving the factory, and heading off to spy on the Slayer, but after that it was like a mist had descended on her brain and she couldn't make anything out.
After gathering her thoughts for a few moments Drusilla saw something shiny and silver protruding slightly from Xander's trouser pocket. Xander had kept the chain because he intended to try and sell it back to the jeweller that he bought it from, but ultimately couldn't bring himself to do it.
Leaning over, Dru pulled it out and screamed with delight when she found that it was her necklace that had been lost in the church. Forgetting the mystery of what had happened and where she was, Drusilla put it around her neck and headed out to find her way back to the factory.
Several hours later and Xander's body had cooled to room temperature. This was the catalyst to rise and become one of the undead. Xander sat up and surveyed his surroundings. He noticed that he was in a room with an east facing window, and decided it was time to find somewhere more suitable to bed down. Looking at his watch he saw there were about 2 hours left till sunrise. thought Xander. As he strode out of the building he uttered one word, "Cordelia".
Xander made his way in quick time to the more affluent area of Sunnydale where Cordelia lived. He recalled the one time quite recently when Cordelia's parents were away and he had come back to her house to make out. Xander made his way round to the side of the house where Cordelia's bedroom was, picked up a small pebble and lobbed it gently at the window.
There was a loud 'crack' as the stone hit the glass, and Xander was clearly surprised by his own strength. He was about to try again when he heard the window being lifted and the familiar face of Cordelia appeared.
"Xander! Are you a lunatic? You'll wake my parents. What are you doing?" whispered Cordelia, just loud enough for Xander to hear her. He could feel the venom in her voice and inwardly smiled before he replied.
"Cordy, I'm sorry. I've been attacked. I need to get help, quickly" said Xander, and lifted his head so Cordelia could see the blood stains still on his shirt.
"Oh God Xander. Wait right there, I'll come down" said Cordelia, obviously concerned.
A few seconds later there was the metallic click of a lock being opened, and Cordelia stepped out on to the porch in her white Calvin Klein robe. She took one look at Xander and saw the blood on his shirt, but no injuries that were obvious. It was early in the morning, and Cordelia had just woken up. Her brain was not in full gear.
"Xander, all that blood!" said Cordelia quite shocked. "Are you sure you're ok?"
"I am now" said Xander, and took two quick steps towards Cordelia and covered her mouth with his hand so she couldn't call for help.
"I would prefer to hear you scream" said Xander evilly, "but I'm not in a mood for company right now."
"I'd just like to thank you for dumping me on Valentine's Day. It's nice that we can enjoy this one last dinner together" said Xander, and warped his face into it's vampire form.
Cordelia's eyes went wide with surprise and fear as she finally realised the full extent of her situation. Her last thought before Xander sang his fangs into her neck was of making out with Xander in the broom closet at school, and then everything went dark.
In the abandoned shop near the Bronze, the weirdness continued for Xander Harris. For the last five minutes he had been listening to Drusilla talking about her love for him in her own deranged way. To be honest, Xander found some of the things she talked about doing to him intriguing, if anatomically a bit hard to imagine.
In her human face Drusilla was not exactly uneasy on the eyes. Xander had to keep reminding himself that this was a vampire, a soul-less creature that would soon as tear out his throat as look at him. As frightened as he was, Xander commanded himself to keep calm and wait for the right situation to try and make his escape.
"I knew as soon as I saw you tonight that you were my eternal love" said Drusilla softly.
"Don't you feel it too?" she asked Xander.
"Ah , yeah I do" answered Xander, just to keep Drusilla calm.
"I want you Xander. Fill me with your love" Drusilla whispered intimately in Xander's ear.
. Thoughts were going through Xander's head at a million miles per hour, but the way to get out of this was not one of them.
Before he could think of what to do, Xander found himself being slowly undressed by Drusilla. I'm about to have freaky vampire sex! Stop it - must find a way to escape. Drusilla was on top of Xander now, unbuttoning his shirt and caressing his chest with her other hand.
"Xander, how do you feel about eternal life?" asked Drusilla, having finished undoing his shirt.
"Look this is going very quickly. Couldn't we start with dinner and a movie?" said Xander, trying to keep his tone light-hearted and avoid panicking.
"I want us to be together, forever" continued Dru, as though she hadn't heard Xander speak at all.
Xander quickly realised that this was going downhill fast, and not at all in the way he expected. Before he could think to scream, Drusilla inclined her head and fangs bared, bit into the side of Xander's neck.
It wasn't anything like what he had expected. It was wildly erotic and overwhelmingly terrifying at the same time. The breath had escaped from his lungs and he couldn't yell, couldn't call out. Xander's arms began flailing wildly, his legs kicking; and slowly Drusilla drained him.
Feeling her lover's heart slow beneath her, Drusilla pulled back and used the nail on her index finger to cut herself just under her neck. She pulled Xander so he was sitting upright and held his mouth to the fresh trickle of blood escaping from the open wound.
Xander felt himself being raised, which added to the feeling of light- headedness he was experiencing. His first instinct was to try and draw breath, and in so doing ingested some of the blood from the small incision Drusilla had made moments earlier.
Drusilla felt Xander's mouth up against her chest and knew that he had swallowed enough of her blood to be turned. Realising there was nothing more she could do for her lover but wait, she set Xander down on the bed and waited for the process to begin.
Xander's heart was working furiously to pump what blood was left in his body to the places that needed it. Circulation to the arms and legs ceased as the heart directed blood flow to the brain so the body could stay alive. It was ultimately futile. Not two minutes later, Xander's heart beat for the last time - then stuttered and stopped completely.
Drusilla could always sense the moment of death, and this case was no different. But once she felt the heart slow then stop altogether it was like a veil being lifted from her eyes, and she wondered what she was doing here, in this room, with a friend of the Slayer's. Drusilla tried to recall what had brought her here and couldn't, tried to remember what had happened, and failed. She remembered leaving the factory, and heading off to spy on the Slayer, but after that it was like a mist had descended on her brain and she couldn't make anything out.
After gathering her thoughts for a few moments Drusilla saw something shiny and silver protruding slightly from Xander's trouser pocket. Xander had kept the chain because he intended to try and sell it back to the jeweller that he bought it from, but ultimately couldn't bring himself to do it.
Leaning over, Dru pulled it out and screamed with delight when she found that it was her necklace that had been lost in the church. Forgetting the mystery of what had happened and where she was, Drusilla put it around her neck and headed out to find her way back to the factory.
Several hours later and Xander's body had cooled to room temperature. This was the catalyst to rise and become one of the undead. Xander sat up and surveyed his surroundings. He noticed that he was in a room with an east facing window, and decided it was time to find somewhere more suitable to bed down. Looking at his watch he saw there were about 2 hours left till sunrise. thought Xander. As he strode out of the building he uttered one word, "Cordelia".
Xander made his way in quick time to the more affluent area of Sunnydale where Cordelia lived. He recalled the one time quite recently when Cordelia's parents were away and he had come back to her house to make out. Xander made his way round to the side of the house where Cordelia's bedroom was, picked up a small pebble and lobbed it gently at the window.
There was a loud 'crack' as the stone hit the glass, and Xander was clearly surprised by his own strength. He was about to try again when he heard the window being lifted and the familiar face of Cordelia appeared.
"Xander! Are you a lunatic? You'll wake my parents. What are you doing?" whispered Cordelia, just loud enough for Xander to hear her. He could feel the venom in her voice and inwardly smiled before he replied.
"Cordy, I'm sorry. I've been attacked. I need to get help, quickly" said Xander, and lifted his head so Cordelia could see the blood stains still on his shirt.
"Oh God Xander. Wait right there, I'll come down" said Cordelia, obviously concerned.
A few seconds later there was the metallic click of a lock being opened, and Cordelia stepped out on to the porch in her white Calvin Klein robe. She took one look at Xander and saw the blood on his shirt, but no injuries that were obvious. It was early in the morning, and Cordelia had just woken up. Her brain was not in full gear.
"Xander, all that blood!" said Cordelia quite shocked. "Are you sure you're ok?"
"I am now" said Xander, and took two quick steps towards Cordelia and covered her mouth with his hand so she couldn't call for help.
"I would prefer to hear you scream" said Xander evilly, "but I'm not in a mood for company right now."
"I'd just like to thank you for dumping me on Valentine's Day. It's nice that we can enjoy this one last dinner together" said Xander, and warped his face into it's vampire form.
Cordelia's eyes went wide with surprise and fear as she finally realised the full extent of her situation. Her last thought before Xander sang his fangs into her neck was of making out with Xander in the broom closet at school, and then everything went dark.
