Blood Tears 15 - Shocks & Revelations
"Darla."
The blonde clapped her hands together in delight. "You remembered me!"
"I'd hardly forget the bitch who played slice and dice with my legs." Xander's voice shook with fear and sweat began to run down his face. As well as the female demon in front of him he could sense several other figures closing on him.
Darla pouted at his reply. "Now don't be like that," the blonde pulled at the skirt of her gingham dress and giggled. "After all we both know you like vampiresses, I've heard you and Faith together," a speculative gleam entered the demon's ocean blue eyes. "You must be quite the man."
"That's it, I'm taking out an ad," Xander coloured. His momentary embarrassment was quickly replaced by the return of icy terror when a quartet of vampires stepped out from the shadows and formed the corners of a square around him. Xander groaned. "I don't suppose a quick kiss would you get you off my back?"
The vampiress giggled. "You're quite the charmer aren't you?" She tilted her head for a second, almost as if considering his offer, before shaking it regretfully. "I'm tempted; I really am but Angelus so wants to see you again." The blonde looked at the four vampires surrounding him. "Take him."
Xander moved a split-second before the first vampire. Stepping back, he drove an elbow into the face of the vampire to his right, staggering him. Spinning to his left, he ducked beneath a lunge from a coarse-featured Oriental vampire before plunging his stake into its heart.
Spluttering slightly from the resulting dust, Xander took a second to assess his options. They were limited. Running was pointless; they'd be on him before he got fifty feet. His chances in a fight were just about zero, even if by some miracle he beat the three remaining minions there was still Darla.
Darla. Suddenly he felt a surge of fury unlike anything he'd ever experienced since the night he'd been forced to slay Jesse. Lunging forward, he shouldered the vampire in front of him in the side, knocking him off balance, before slamming his stake deep into the creature's chest.
Leaping through the exploding his dust, he charged at Darla, his stake held ready for the killing strike, if he was going to die, he was taking that bitch with him. Instead he ran straight into a right hook that exploded against his head, sending him crashing to the ground and plummeting into unconsciousness.
* * * The blonde looked at her two remaining minions in disgust, they were pathetic. "Go get the car," she ordered dismissively.
Once they had disappeared into the shadows, she crouched down by the youth's unconscious body and eyed him curiously. Only Angelus himself had scared her more than Faith in the old days and yet this child had somehow managed to catch the tramp's heart. Darla stroked the boy's hair. "Just what is it about you boy?" He was a reasonable looking boy, doubtless a tasty morsel, but she'd been with and killed far better without a second thought. As had the whore herself.
And then there was the way he had taken out two of her helpers. Faith had trained him well. They had been little more than fledglings true, but there were few humans who could take even one of her kind in an one on one fight. He had potential to become a real power in the vampire community in the unlikely event of him surviving his battle with Faith. And, she slid her hand inside his shirt, smiling in delight at the feel of his warm flesh, a newborn like him would be much easier to manipulate than Angelus.
She withdrew her hand and stood at the sound of the car returning. She waited until her two accomplices out of the car before barking out her orders. "Josh, get the trunk open! Tim, take his cross off and wake him."
Once the boy had been slapped into glassy-eyed wakefulness, she crouched down before him, savouring the waves of terror she felt coming off him. "Hello Xander," she cooed playfully. "Two vampires all on your own, you're quite the little firebrand aren't you?"
"Go to hell."
She clapped her hands together in delight. "Captured and still defiant, such spirit. I'm starting to see what Faith likes about you. It's going to be such fun breaking you." She laughed as the boy's eyes widened. "Don't worry; once you're trained we'll have such fun together, my special boy. In fact," the vampiress came to a decision. It had been decades since she'd been with a mortal who knew what she was. The heady mixture of fear and desire they gave off was quite intoxicating. "How long is it back to base?"
"Thirty minutes mistress."
"Take some detours boys," she instructed. "I want at least a hour." She quickly unfastened her dress, allowing it to fall to the ground. Revelling in the hungry stares from her two minions but knowing they didn't dare do anything but look, she lifted the youth's head and ran a finger down his reddening cheek. "Blushing boy? A month fucking the whore and you're still modest?"
"Fuck you bitch!"
"No," she ran her hand down the young man's body until she reached his groin. Oh, he wanted her no matter what his mouth said. "I think I'm going to fuck you." She turned to her two subordinates. "Throw him in the trunk, I'm going to join him," she smiled at the boy's stricken expression. "It'll be cramped but I'm going to find out what Faith finds so alluring about our new friend."
* * *
"About time!" Angelus boomed. He'd begun to worry that his plan had been discovered, that Faith and the Slayers had somehow managed to foil another scheme. A smile flickered across his handsome features as a familiar smell reached his nose. "And how was the boy?"
Darla dropped her gaze to the warehouse floor. "Fine, sire."
The smile still firmly in place, he strode over to the boy's slumped body, grabbed a handful of hair and lifted the boy's head. Angelus chuckled as he took in the boy's battered and semi-conscious condition, he carefully ran his finger across a gash on the youth's face and licked off the blood. Ah, a fine vintage. Releasing his grip he stepped back, leaving the youth to the two vampires holding him upright. "I hope you weren't too rough with him, didn't snap his mind."
"No-."
Darla's denial was cut off by Angelus' back-hander, knocking her to the floor. He laughed manically as he repeatedly smashed his foot into the blonde's slender body before picking the screaming woman up by her hair and throwing her to Spike's feet. "I told you not to hurt him any more than needed, but you wouldn't listen."
"Sire, I'm -."
"Shut up!" he thundered, his eyes glittering golden in fury. "Spike, take that wilful slut downstairs and teach her some discipline." He glanced at the two vampires supporting the limp youth. "Did she allow you to join in the fun?" One of the vampires dared to shake his head. "You can now, enjoy her all she has to offer, do whatever you want. She won't resist. And Spike?"
"Yeah boss?"
"Make sure I can hear her screams."
* * *
"Ah, you're awake." Angelus beamed down at his sat captive. "My apologies about Darla's roughness, she's a delightful girl but can be a little enthusiastic in her advances. But don't worry, as I'm sure you can hear she's being punished."
"Well if all this is a mistake maybe I can go now?" "Hope springs eternal," the Master vampire laughed coldly. "So you're intimate with Faith."
"That's none of your damn business!"
"You think she loves you?" the Master vampire laughed. "Faith has known the favours of the rich, the famous and the powerful. You're just the most recent in a long line."
"I know she does!"
Angelus hid a smile; he sensed the boy had doubts. Maybe not of Faith but of himself and his own worthiness. Time to have some fun. "You know what she was before I turned her?"
"I know," the boy glanced down at his feet.
"She was a whore for over two years. Can you imagine how many men she must have slept with," the vampire chuckled. "Although slept with is a relative term."
"I don't give a damn about that!"
The master vampire ignored the boy's outburst. "And then there was the two hundred years we spent together. Ah, the things we did. Why would she fall for a child when she could have somebody with the stamina to match her?"
"The fact I have a personality might be a clue!"
"Spirit, I like that, makes the breaking all sweeter. Do you know what she did between getting her soul back and coming to Sunnydale?" Seeing the boy's look of confusion, he smiled cruelly. "Obviously not. She went back to the trade she knows best. After all a girl's gotta earn a living and aside from torturing and maiming, whoring is the only thing she knows." He laughed at the boy's stricken expression. "A whole century on her back servicing man, woman and demon, and she picks you? I wonder why?" The stunned youth remained silent, so he crouched down before the boy and inspected his battered face before standing. "I think I know, you're the very spit of Bucky Adams."
"W..Who?"
"What, you don't know the tragic tale of Bucky Adams? The young boy who eagerly welcomed his returning big sis and her lover into the Georgia backwoods cabin where he lived. Who died screaming at the end of six hours of torture, sobbing, pleading with the sister he adored not to hurt him anymore. That he'd be a good boy, he promised." For a second the vampire savoured the shell-shocked look on the boy's pain before speaking, false sympathy dripping from every syllable. "I'm sorry Xander but she's with you out of guilt for a boy she killed three hundred years ago."
"Liar!" The boy surged up out of the chair, his face contorted with rage. Angelus smoothly sidestepped the headlong rush before sweeping the boy's legs beneath him, sending him crashing to the floor.
"No I'm not." Angelus placed his foot on the boy's neck, effortlessly pinning him to the concrete floor. "But that's not important. What is important is what's going to happen next. For the next three days I'm going to torture you and then I'm going to turn you. And then I'm going to send you to kill Faith. And either you'll succeed or she'll kill you and your friends will turn against her. Either way I win."
"Darla."
The blonde clapped her hands together in delight. "You remembered me!"
"I'd hardly forget the bitch who played slice and dice with my legs." Xander's voice shook with fear and sweat began to run down his face. As well as the female demon in front of him he could sense several other figures closing on him.
Darla pouted at his reply. "Now don't be like that," the blonde pulled at the skirt of her gingham dress and giggled. "After all we both know you like vampiresses, I've heard you and Faith together," a speculative gleam entered the demon's ocean blue eyes. "You must be quite the man."
"That's it, I'm taking out an ad," Xander coloured. His momentary embarrassment was quickly replaced by the return of icy terror when a quartet of vampires stepped out from the shadows and formed the corners of a square around him. Xander groaned. "I don't suppose a quick kiss would you get you off my back?"
The vampiress giggled. "You're quite the charmer aren't you?" She tilted her head for a second, almost as if considering his offer, before shaking it regretfully. "I'm tempted; I really am but Angelus so wants to see you again." The blonde looked at the four vampires surrounding him. "Take him."
Xander moved a split-second before the first vampire. Stepping back, he drove an elbow into the face of the vampire to his right, staggering him. Spinning to his left, he ducked beneath a lunge from a coarse-featured Oriental vampire before plunging his stake into its heart.
Spluttering slightly from the resulting dust, Xander took a second to assess his options. They were limited. Running was pointless; they'd be on him before he got fifty feet. His chances in a fight were just about zero, even if by some miracle he beat the three remaining minions there was still Darla.
Darla. Suddenly he felt a surge of fury unlike anything he'd ever experienced since the night he'd been forced to slay Jesse. Lunging forward, he shouldered the vampire in front of him in the side, knocking him off balance, before slamming his stake deep into the creature's chest.
Leaping through the exploding his dust, he charged at Darla, his stake held ready for the killing strike, if he was going to die, he was taking that bitch with him. Instead he ran straight into a right hook that exploded against his head, sending him crashing to the ground and plummeting into unconsciousness.
* * * The blonde looked at her two remaining minions in disgust, they were pathetic. "Go get the car," she ordered dismissively.
Once they had disappeared into the shadows, she crouched down by the youth's unconscious body and eyed him curiously. Only Angelus himself had scared her more than Faith in the old days and yet this child had somehow managed to catch the tramp's heart. Darla stroked the boy's hair. "Just what is it about you boy?" He was a reasonable looking boy, doubtless a tasty morsel, but she'd been with and killed far better without a second thought. As had the whore herself.
And then there was the way he had taken out two of her helpers. Faith had trained him well. They had been little more than fledglings true, but there were few humans who could take even one of her kind in an one on one fight. He had potential to become a real power in the vampire community in the unlikely event of him surviving his battle with Faith. And, she slid her hand inside his shirt, smiling in delight at the feel of his warm flesh, a newborn like him would be much easier to manipulate than Angelus.
She withdrew her hand and stood at the sound of the car returning. She waited until her two accomplices out of the car before barking out her orders. "Josh, get the trunk open! Tim, take his cross off and wake him."
Once the boy had been slapped into glassy-eyed wakefulness, she crouched down before him, savouring the waves of terror she felt coming off him. "Hello Xander," she cooed playfully. "Two vampires all on your own, you're quite the little firebrand aren't you?"
"Go to hell."
She clapped her hands together in delight. "Captured and still defiant, such spirit. I'm starting to see what Faith likes about you. It's going to be such fun breaking you." She laughed as the boy's eyes widened. "Don't worry; once you're trained we'll have such fun together, my special boy. In fact," the vampiress came to a decision. It had been decades since she'd been with a mortal who knew what she was. The heady mixture of fear and desire they gave off was quite intoxicating. "How long is it back to base?"
"Thirty minutes mistress."
"Take some detours boys," she instructed. "I want at least a hour." She quickly unfastened her dress, allowing it to fall to the ground. Revelling in the hungry stares from her two minions but knowing they didn't dare do anything but look, she lifted the youth's head and ran a finger down his reddening cheek. "Blushing boy? A month fucking the whore and you're still modest?"
"Fuck you bitch!"
"No," she ran her hand down the young man's body until she reached his groin. Oh, he wanted her no matter what his mouth said. "I think I'm going to fuck you." She turned to her two subordinates. "Throw him in the trunk, I'm going to join him," she smiled at the boy's stricken expression. "It'll be cramped but I'm going to find out what Faith finds so alluring about our new friend."
* * *
"About time!" Angelus boomed. He'd begun to worry that his plan had been discovered, that Faith and the Slayers had somehow managed to foil another scheme. A smile flickered across his handsome features as a familiar smell reached his nose. "And how was the boy?"
Darla dropped her gaze to the warehouse floor. "Fine, sire."
The smile still firmly in place, he strode over to the boy's slumped body, grabbed a handful of hair and lifted the boy's head. Angelus chuckled as he took in the boy's battered and semi-conscious condition, he carefully ran his finger across a gash on the youth's face and licked off the blood. Ah, a fine vintage. Releasing his grip he stepped back, leaving the youth to the two vampires holding him upright. "I hope you weren't too rough with him, didn't snap his mind."
"No-."
Darla's denial was cut off by Angelus' back-hander, knocking her to the floor. He laughed manically as he repeatedly smashed his foot into the blonde's slender body before picking the screaming woman up by her hair and throwing her to Spike's feet. "I told you not to hurt him any more than needed, but you wouldn't listen."
"Sire, I'm -."
"Shut up!" he thundered, his eyes glittering golden in fury. "Spike, take that wilful slut downstairs and teach her some discipline." He glanced at the two vampires supporting the limp youth. "Did she allow you to join in the fun?" One of the vampires dared to shake his head. "You can now, enjoy her all she has to offer, do whatever you want. She won't resist. And Spike?"
"Yeah boss?"
"Make sure I can hear her screams."
* * *
"Ah, you're awake." Angelus beamed down at his sat captive. "My apologies about Darla's roughness, she's a delightful girl but can be a little enthusiastic in her advances. But don't worry, as I'm sure you can hear she's being punished."
"Well if all this is a mistake maybe I can go now?" "Hope springs eternal," the Master vampire laughed coldly. "So you're intimate with Faith."
"That's none of your damn business!"
"You think she loves you?" the Master vampire laughed. "Faith has known the favours of the rich, the famous and the powerful. You're just the most recent in a long line."
"I know she does!"
Angelus hid a smile; he sensed the boy had doubts. Maybe not of Faith but of himself and his own worthiness. Time to have some fun. "You know what she was before I turned her?"
"I know," the boy glanced down at his feet.
"She was a whore for over two years. Can you imagine how many men she must have slept with," the vampire chuckled. "Although slept with is a relative term."
"I don't give a damn about that!"
The master vampire ignored the boy's outburst. "And then there was the two hundred years we spent together. Ah, the things we did. Why would she fall for a child when she could have somebody with the stamina to match her?"
"The fact I have a personality might be a clue!"
"Spirit, I like that, makes the breaking all sweeter. Do you know what she did between getting her soul back and coming to Sunnydale?" Seeing the boy's look of confusion, he smiled cruelly. "Obviously not. She went back to the trade she knows best. After all a girl's gotta earn a living and aside from torturing and maiming, whoring is the only thing she knows." He laughed at the boy's stricken expression. "A whole century on her back servicing man, woman and demon, and she picks you? I wonder why?" The stunned youth remained silent, so he crouched down before the boy and inspected his battered face before standing. "I think I know, you're the very spit of Bucky Adams."
"W..Who?"
"What, you don't know the tragic tale of Bucky Adams? The young boy who eagerly welcomed his returning big sis and her lover into the Georgia backwoods cabin where he lived. Who died screaming at the end of six hours of torture, sobbing, pleading with the sister he adored not to hurt him anymore. That he'd be a good boy, he promised." For a second the vampire savoured the shell-shocked look on the boy's pain before speaking, false sympathy dripping from every syllable. "I'm sorry Xander but she's with you out of guilt for a boy she killed three hundred years ago."
"Liar!" The boy surged up out of the chair, his face contorted with rage. Angelus smoothly sidestepped the headlong rush before sweeping the boy's legs beneath him, sending him crashing to the floor.
"No I'm not." Angelus placed his foot on the boy's neck, effortlessly pinning him to the concrete floor. "But that's not important. What is important is what's going to happen next. For the next three days I'm going to torture you and then I'm going to turn you. And then I'm going to send you to kill Faith. And either you'll succeed or she'll kill you and your friends will turn against her. Either way I win."