Chapter Four: Young Lust
Giles picks up his ringing telephone. He had almost ignored it. He had one last task he needed to do for Buffy. Something only he could do for her now and he didn't want any distractions to cloud his mind at the moment.
Only something in the back of his head kept nagging him, urging him, relentlessly insisting that he pick up the phone right this moment. "Hello," he growls into the reciever.
"Giles," Jenny's voice gushes out of the ear piece. "Thank God I got a hold of you," she rushes on.
"I really don't have time right now," Giles informs her flatly. "Tomorrow we'll be..."
"Buffy's a vampire," she cuts in.
"...able to. What the bloody hell did you just say?"
"She was just here," Jenny informs him sounding far calmer then she felt.
Giles draws a deep breath. It was worse then he had feared, "she didn't hurt you did she?"
"I was going to invite her in, but she stopped me. God Rupert you should have seen her," she breathes out in a shakey voice.
"I'll be right over," he assures her.
"No!" She barks out, "inside the only one you have to worry about is Angelus and Buffy told me about a deinvitation spell that'll lock him back out."
"She's a vampire now Jenny," he stammers loudly. "You can't trust a thing that she says."
"Giles she could have taken me. Even after I knew what she was..." She stops calming her breathing, "if she wants any of she could take us and there isn't a damn thing we could do to stop her. She doesn't want to hurt us and that's the only thing keeping her from turning us."
"Then it's even more imperative that I find her..."
"She has a plan. I can't talk about it now, but once its daylight outside we need to get together," she says the strain clearly showing in her voice.
Giles gives a slight nod, "I'll be there at first light," he assures.
"I love you," she says before quickly hanging up. It was something she just had to tell him but she couldn't bare not to hear him return he sentiment.
"I love you," Giles answers into the dial tone.
"That peroxide British son of a bitch ever shows his face around here again," Angelus rages as he picks up one of the large wooden chairs smashing it over the long table. He seethes for a moment as he stares at the impromptue wooden stake in his hand, "he's going to spend the next hundred years wishing I staked him tonight."
"Ummm," Drusilla whines slightly. "Spike's gone off and been a naughty boy he has," she informs Angelus. Going through Buffy's clothes that had been dumped on the table she picks up the open make-up kit.
Angelus watches Drusilla noticing the red leather pants he had packed Buffy's duffle bag are missing. He frowns as ponders aloud, "why would Spike take her clothes? Why dress the body at all?" Drusilla runs her hands through the short hair of the golden labador retriever. "That's right this is Spike... Like he needs a reason for anything he does," he stops talking as he hears the sound of wheels rolling down the ramp just above the sound of Spike whistling cheerfully as he comes closer.
"Our naughty boy has come home," Drusilla growls.
"I'll be a walking corpse if that boy doesn't have the biggest set of brass balls I've ever seen," he snarls as Spike comes closer.
"He's brought gifts, lots of pretty little baubles to try and appease the kings mighty wraith."
"I don't care if he's brought back the U.S. mint," he hisses as Spike finally rolls into view still whistling the happy little tune an amused expression spread over his lips. There were several bags of various colors with stylized writings over their colored shells sitting in his lap. "you've got big ones," Angelus growls as he stalks towards Spike.
Spike smirks, "and its only taken you a hundred and twenty years to figure this out. You not as slow as everyone said you were," he replies mocking the master vampire.
Angelus stops in front of him a viscious smirk of his own plastered on his lips, "if you tell me what you've done with them I promise not to hurt you. Much," he adds after a small beat.
"You the bloody hell are you going on about you sodding wanker?"
Angelus growls grabbing hold of Spike's collar, "where have you put them Spike. They need to go in the ground..."
"Bloody hell," Spike growls as Angelus hauls him out of his chair.
"Bloody right," he mocks the younger vampire slamming him into the wall. "I'm gonna give this once chance Spike," he grins rancorously, "for old times sake."
"All right mate, I'll play along. Exactly what is I'm suppose to have done?"
"Destroyed our new family," Drusilla hisses gliding over to the two vampires. "You didn't want Rose and Kitten for playmates."
"Bugger," Spike groans almost laughing, "you think I." He stops again laughing a little harder. "Right," he says calming down as Angel shakes him. "Tell me, just how am I suppose to have managed that."
"Then where are they?" Angelus growls slamming Spike back into the wall.
Spike grins knowing he's playing a dangerous game, "Slayer's bringing the whelp in."
"The slayer's dead," Angelus responds emphasizing his point with another bonejarring slam.
"You caught that part did ya'?"
Angalus slams into the wall again as he rages, "since I'm the one that killed her. Yeah, you could say that I caught that part."
Drusilla picks the bags up off the floor bringing them over to the table as Spike comments, "Slayer decided she was hungry."
"She didn't decide anything," Angelus replies slamming him into the wall one more time. "She's dead."
"Undead," Spike corrects him enjoying himself immensly despite the pain Angelus is inflicting on him.
"Spike's got a little secrete he's not sharing," Drusilla sings drawing the eye of both vampires to her as she reaches into one of the bags pulling out a pair of pink lacey lingere.
Angelus turns back to Spike with an amused smirk on his lips as he remarks, "something you've been meaning to tell us about yourself William my boy?"
Spike matches Angelus' grin with a smirk of his own as he arches his eyebrow at him, "do you think they go with my eyes?"
Angelus pulls back his fist, his snarl almost loud enough to drawn out Drusilla's sharp gasp. "Angel," Buffy's soft musical voice calls out warningly from the top of the ramp.
"Rose has come back to us," Drusilla sings out gleefully. "Isn't she the most exquisite creature. Power shines from her."
Angel cocks his head around to see Buffy standing above them, Xander's corpse draped over one shoulder, and the body of a young thin girl cradle in the other arm. "Did I forget to mention Slayer's awake and fully enjoying her new undead status?" Spike gloats placing a cigarette inbetween his lips.
"That's impossible," Angelus murmurs. "Nobody rises after only a few hours," he states disbelievingly.
"I've been doing the impossible my entire life," Buffy states walking down the ramp. "First to do this, first to do that. First slayer to fall in love with a vampire. First to break his curse by screwing him into a moment of true happiness," she says the last part proudly. "So why can't I be the first vampre to rise after only three hours?"
Angel shakes his head. Even now she sounded just like Buffy. Reaching the lower floor she walks over to the large table where she dumps Xander's body and that off the young girl. Buffy brushes the wooden debris from the table as she says, "plannning on staking someone tonight Angel?"
"If he had harmed you he would've been dust before dawn," he answers Buffy.
"As you can see," she says raising her arms over her head. She spins around, "I'm still well and undead," she assures them stopping in Angel's direction. "Why don't you put Spike back in his chair lover, nice and gentle like. He's had a busy night, what with the killing and the feeding and taking me shopping."
"So you took pity on our boy here, hunted him down a few human meals?" He asks looking at the girls body. He could feel the changes taking place within her, "making yourself a little plaything already?"
Buffy smirks, "hardly. Spike got a little sloopy with his food," she says with a shrug. "She managed to get a few mouthfu... Oh isn't he precious," She cries out seeing the small golden lab. She squats down whistling for the puppy to come over to her which she does. Buffy grabs hold of her by the scruff of the picking her up as she stands, "is this for me?" She asks sounding for all the world like a spoiled little girl, "I've never ever had a puppy before. Can I keep her? Pretty, pretty, pretty please? I promise nobody will have to look to take care of her for me," she pleads using the full force of her innocent little girl charm.
Angelus groans softly as he gazes at Buffy. He hadn't been expecting anything like this when he turned her. She was even more like herself then what she had been when she was alive. "Fine. Keep the damn thing, but I'm warning you now. The first time it annoys me, whines in the middle of the night, craps on the floor. I'm snapping its neck like a dry twig."
Buffy's smile brightens her entire face as she scratches the puppy behind her ear, "you hear that princess. I get to keep," she beams as Angelus places Spike back in his chair, smoothing down the lepals of the younger vampires duster. "And just so we're clear Spike did his own hunting tonight."
"Really?" Angelus responds with a cruel smirk as he glances down at Spike. "What you do, take hime through the critical care unit?"
"You of all wankers should remember there's more then one way to hunt," Spike tells his elder. "Unless senility has finally robbed what little wits you had left."
Buffy walks over to Drusilla letting Angel and Spike settle things. She was paying attention just in case things got out of hand. "Dru," she says softly unsure how to treat the insane vampiress.
Drusilla solves that problem as she reaches out to cup the side of Buffy's face with her cold hand. For the first time that she can remember she feels a deep unbidden, unadulterated love for her from another creature. Its a love that wants nothing in return. It simply is because she exist. It doesn't come from her mother or her friends, but from this creature of darkness standing before her.
Running her nail along the side of Buffy's cheek Drusilla slices open the soft flesh making a shallow cut in the newly risen vampire's skin drawing a tiny bead of blood to well up. Buffy hisses slightly at the gentle pain. Drusilla leans forward, slowly running her cool tounge along the thin blood line causing an unexpected jolt to run through Buffy. She thrills at the sensation of Drusilla tasting her blood. Closing her eyes she revels in the pure love she feels from the older vampiress.
After a moment she opens her eyes as she feels Drusilla take her hand and raise it to the side of her cheek next to her right eye. Pressing Buffy's dull nail into her flesh she slowly drags her nail down the side of her face to her jaw causing a line of blood to bead up on her flesh. Buffy could feel her undead heart practical thrashing in her chest as she leans forward to slowly run her own soft tongue along Drusilla's cheek tasting vampire blood for the very first time since having Angelus force his blood down her throat hours ago.
This was different on so many different levels. Then she had been fighting for her life, fighting for her death actually. Now it was almost like creating a bound of sorts. A sharing of something personel, something deep and intense. She felt a sudden insight into Drusilla, almost as if the older vampiress was showing Buffy her innerself. She felt a tear slide down her cheek as she realized just how deep of a connection Drusilla was making with her. She could still feel the scard little girl that Angelus had tortured for years, driving her insane before he turning her.
"Angel's new daughter wants to keep her friends safe from daddy's vengfull wraith," Drusilla whispers. A bare movement of her lips so minuet Buffy almost can't feel the wind from her breath on her ear. "Wants to keep both her families protected from the other's hatred. Ssshh, musn't tell... It's a secrete, shared between sisters, shared between blood. Can't tell, no mustn't tell. Not a single soul."
Bufffy smiles up at her realizing that they've gained an audience. "Look at them," Spike comments with a smirk, "acting like they've been sisters for years already."
Angelus frowns slightly, "why do I get the feeling we're in trouble?" He doesn't ask anyone in paticular.
"Thier women, we're men," Spike replies sagely from his chair.
"Geez, thanks for the news flash wheels," he sneers. "I think I might have missed that one."
"You probably did at that," Spike responds as he rolls himself away a few feet before stopping and spinning back around. "That's why we're in trouble. The simple fact that we're men means everything is our fault. If you stopped living back in the seventeen hundreds maybe you'd see that."
Buffy leans forward to whisper into Drusilla's ear, "I got you a present Dru, something for you and Angel to share," she grins slightly, "something you'll be able to sink your teeth into. Kind of a thank you for turning me, and Xander," she adds after what would have been a slow beat of her heart. "Spike helped me pick them out, so you guys should love it."
Drusilla beams happily as she says, "you got me and Daddy a present," a moment before throwing her arms around Buffy and squeezing her tightly.
She had moved so fast Buffy had barely been able to move Prinicess out of the way before Drusilla crashed into her. Wrapping her free arm around the older vampiress Buffy hugs her back. "It's still up in the car so you'll have to go up and get them."
"Buffy got me a present," Drussilla sighs happily to angel and Spike. Clapping her hands several times she repeats her previous statement, "Buffy got me a present," before she glides up the ramp.
"Don't eat the old guy tied up there," Buffy calls out after her. "He's Xander first meal."
"You got Xander his first meal?" Angelus questions her slightly annoyed. A vampire should have to hunt for his first taste of human blood not have it delivered to him like it was a domino's pizza.
"He was always talking about his uncle Rory. So I figure Xander would like to see him, maybe even talk to him one last time," she says with a small shrug as she runs her hands down the length of the puppy's small body. "It's going to be nice, having at least one of my friends with me for eternity," she whispers softly.
Angelus walks up behind her rubbing his hands soothingly over her arms. "If you want your friends with you Buff, you can always turn them," he suggest as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Buffy shudders at the thought, "you shivered Buff. Are you cold?"
"Room tempature, or so I've been told," She jokes lightly causing Angelus to chuckle. She bends down letting Princess go. Straighting back up she turns around in his cold hard embrace. She reaches up with her right hand, running her fingers through his through his dark hair. Tugging gently she pulls his mouth down to hers, devouring him with her soft satin lips.
He can feel his passion slowly building. His burning desire to possess this bright, vibreant now undead slip of girl. She had become his obsession when he had a soul, that feeling had still been there even after his pathetic soul had fled. His one desire had still been there burning as brightly as ever. Make Buffy his for all time.
Time seemed to stand still as thier lust filled kiss stretch into forever. Angelus stands completely still as Buffy pulls back slowly drawing the end of their kiss out as she none to gently nips and tugs at his bottom lip with her blunt teeth. "Thank you," she moans softly as she finally pulls all the way back. "I've never felt so alive, so free. No constraints, nothing holding me back from doing what I want, and you gave that to me. I don't think I can ever say thank you enough."
"Oh I'm pretty sure we can figure something out," Angelus disagrees huskily as his desire lidden eyes roam over Buffy's sensous form.
"Did you enjoy?" She inquires sweetly looking like nothing else but innocent little schoolgirl.
"Very much so," he breathes heavily as he moves back in.
Her hand on his chest stops him cold. "Hope you have a long memory then," she says pushing him away from her. "Because that's the last time you're ever going to touch me that way again."
Angelus comes to a stop a few feet back, "I don't think so," He growls savagely as he lunges for her.
"Oh come on," She says lightly as she easily avoids him. "You killed me for gods sake. What did you think I'd forget that little detail?" She asks avoiding his second lunge. "Think that we'd hop in the sack and celebrate my untimely demise with hours of wild, passionate, uncensored, animalistic like sex?" She taunts him as once again he misses her, "let me just make this crystal clear. The only time you had a shot fucking mine brains out was while I was an umoving, unfeeling corpse."
Angelus Spins around enraged at her remarks, backhanding her before she can react. She doesn't even flinch with the blow. Instead she casually backhands him, her open hand slap snapping his head back. Angelus glares at her. There was no way possible that a newly risen vampire should have that kind of raw strength. "I am your sire," he growls at her. "You're will is what I let you have child of mine."
Buffy stares at him cuirosly for a moment before laughingly responding, "oh please. Get real, then get over yourself because you are so not all that."
Angelus gawks open mouth. "Tis isn't possible. My will should have overwhelmed yours."
Spike chuckles deep in his chest from his vantage point where he's overwatched the entire incident. He had to admire Buffy, she was a rare creature. "Probaly something you should have looked into. Must be losing your virilaty there. Hear it's one of the first signs of dementia setting in."
"You'd do well to mind your own buisness boy," Angelus warns the younger vampire in a low dangerous voice.
"Hey," Buffy responds drawing the elder's eyes back to her. "Don't go threatening Spike, or at least wait until he can defend himself properly."
"Uuummm," Drusilla whines as she descends the ramp. In the crook of each arm she holds a auburn hair toddler whose features are nearly identicle to each other despite one being a boy and the other a young girl. "Discord threatens to unweave our family," she sings as she comes to the foot of the ramp.
"Nonsense pet," Spike assures her, "the two love birds here was just trying to determine who the leader of our little clan is going to be."
"No we're not," Buffy replies easily sitting down on the edge of the table. "Angel's the eldest. He's our leader. I'm just asserting my own indepedence," she says giving Angel a sweet smile reminding him he had no power over her.
"See that, no problem then, Luv."
Drusilla beams seemingly forgetting about the disturbence to the tranquility to her new family from instant to the next. "See what your sweet new girl brought home for us to enjoy. Aren't they just so adorable, makes you want to eat them all up. Yes it does," she purrs happily caressing their tender flesh as if they were her lover's instead of her next meal.
"Remember Dru, one of them's for Angel," Buffy reminds her sister.
Drusilla pouts as she looks at Buffy, "I don't get to eat both of them?" She questions a playful little whine in her voice. She looks up at Angelus with wide eyes, "which one does Daddy want? Little Timmy or Tiny Andrain. Both of them all sweet and scrumptious."
Angelus feels his hunger build as the twins fear becomes more prominent. They might only be children, but children sometimes understood things they couldn't concieve far better then their elders. "Take the one you want Princess. I'll be more then happy with whatever's left over," he tells her graciously.
She sways slightly as she glides to Angelus humming a cheerful song from nearly a century and a half before. She holds the tearful boy out for a moment, only to pull him back as Angelus reaches out for him. "Tch. Tch. Tch. Tch. You didn't say the magic words," she informs him with a giddy little giggle.
Angelus smiles at her, "give me one before you make me angry Dru."
"Daddy knows me so well," she laughs leaning forward to flick her tongue out across Angelus' lips as she presses the little girl into his waiting arms. Spinning away from Angelus she looks across the room Spike, "does my dark knight want to share. Taste my sweet little piece of candy?"
Spike looks back hugrily as he sucks in several unnedded breathes. Sharing a meal with Drusilla was very nearly a religious experience by itself. Spike nods his head, the movement is almost imperceptable. Drusilla smiles at him as she saunters over to him.
Buffy could almost feel the blood rushing to her head as she watches Drusilla settle the little boy down on Spike's lap facing away from the bleached blonde vampire. His cheeks were still wet from the tears he had shed eailerand he whimpered softly. Tiny look croaks that she found soothing to listen to. The roaring becomes almost defeaning as Spike's vampire face slips on over his human mask.
"Would you like a surprise?" Drusilla asks the boy sweetly as she sits down in front of the young child. His eyes brighten visibly as nods his slightly still unable to speak. "Close your eyes sweetling," she says pressing her body against his sensously. His eyes slam shut immediately, "when I count to three there will be a nice big surprise waiting for you. Are they shut up all nice and tight?"
"Yes," the boy finally manages to croak out.
"No peeking now," Drusilla warns, "we wouldn't want to go and ruin the surprise."
Buffy can feel the boys excitment rise. Just like she can feel the desire build, intensify in the other three vampires. Just like she can feel it building in herself as Drusilla draws the moment out. She wishes she had brought a meal for herself, not that it would have satified her long with the way Drusilla was playing.
She can Imagine the surprise Drusilla has in store for the young boy as he opens his eyes which suddenly go wide as his fear skyrockets a split second before Drusilla and Spike descend on the young boy sinking their fangs into his soft flesh before he even has a chance to scream out his terror. Buffy can feel child's death appraoch slowly as the century long lover's take their time enjoying their meal. She looks over at the girl Angelus is holding in his strong hands forcing her to watch her brother's death.
Angelus' true face was on. For the first time she realizes her own was on as well. Angelus holds his hand out ot his childe. He had been watching her as she had watched William and Drusilla play and feed. Watching as her hunger and desire climbed to a feverish pitch.
He had toyed with the idea of feeding on the girl leaving nothing for Buffy. Leaving her in the highly aroused state she was now in as punishment for her defying his will earlier. Had toyed with the idea and discarded it. He still wanted her, more so now then ever before. Now that she had shown how strong she was.
He knew the playing petty games of revenge and vindictiveness that he and Darla had perfected with each other would never work with Buffy. She was almost identicle to how she had been when she was alive. Only now there was nothing restraining her passionate personality. There was that same lust for life burning inside her that had burned inside William the Bloody a hundred and twenty years ago.
It was going to be amazing watching her set the world ablaze. He would want a front row seat to watch the seat from. In order to accomplish that he would need to gain her love, trust, and loyalty. He had the last, blood bound them. Trust would come over time as he stood by her side no matter what. Love would come in time as well, just as it had before. It was something he was going to start laying the foundation for right now.
"Join me?" He request politely.
She reaches out her hand hesitatingly, almost shyly. Even with her vampire features in the fore she looks so much like the sweet innocent girl she has always been. It simply makes her that much more intoxicating to him. "Slowly," he instructs her softly as he kneels down behind the girl.
Buffy follows his lead sliding down the front of the slightly chubby little girl. "Shh," she hushes the child placing a finger over the girls lips as she whimpers quietly.
"Take your time," Angelus tells her. "Savor the moment."
"Are you afraid?" Buffy asks her softly, "its okay if you are. We are going to eat you after all. Its all right to be afraid of death," she consoles the young child before her. "Just close your eyes and in a little while you'll be with you family again."
The girl does as Buffy told her squeezing her eyes shut tightly as she trembles in the vampires embrace. Buffy leans forward placing a soft kiss on the girls forehead, "your cold," she says softly.
"I'm dead," Buffy explains moving her mouth down to the girls neck.
"Am I going to be like you?"
"No, dearheart, you're just going to be dead," She says sinking her fangs into her silken flesh. "Umm," Buffy moans as the first taste of blood touches her tongue. "Sweet, like carmel covered apples," she sigh as she gently suckles from her neck. Closing her eyes she savors the taste, the texture, the very essence of the child as the girl's blood slides down her throat.
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Young Lust - Aerosmith
Young Lust, happy just to be in lust
Never have to eat no dust
Everybody's talkin' 'bout
Young Lust, you're dying and you're screamin' inside
Oh, you're guilty way before you've been tried
And it's crazy but you're diggin' it
Ooohh
Young Lust, you feel it in the summertime blues
Oh, it's easy when there's nothing to lose
An' baby, you be missin' out
Young Lust, sometimes you need it so bad
It's enough to drive a young girl mad
And so what you gonna do about it
Yeah, yeah, a little bit of nasty
Ya look a little sleazy
But don't get any on you
Young Lust, better keep your daughter inside
Or she's gonna get a dose of my pride
Ya, everybody's talks about it
Young Lust, once you had it you can never go back
Don't ya ever let 'em give you no slack
When you're streaking down the alley way
Yeah, yeah, Checkin' out the ladies who didnt bring their boyfriends
Who love to get in trouble
I got to say, I'll se you later
Meet me in the elevator
Always gettin' stronger
Never gettin' weaker
My love is gettin' longer
I'll keep it in my sneaker
Never keep a secret
Never feelin' guilty
Oh, never gettin' lonely
Never gettin' no peace
Hidin' from the police
Sneakin' out the back way
Sneakin' down the alley way
Gotta do it my way
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Do it in the sunshine
Hangin' from the clothes line
Find another tree to climb
Young Lust, there's no time for lovin'
Young Lust, uh, don't need on in the oven
Young Lust, I'm a pushin' and a shovin' it
Yeah
Young Lust, c'mon now I just can't wait
Are ya fishin' or you gonna cut bait
Everybody body's doin' it
Yeah
Young Lust, honey now ain't it a bitch
Sometimes you gotta scratch that itch
So wacha gonna do about it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.....
