I can hear her heartbeat speeding up, faster and faster as I approach. My steps stay at the same steady soddin' pace, because I'm not bloody trying to mask my presence to her. She's the buggery Slayer, she'd be able to tell I was 'round anyway.
Well now, her footsteps are certainly getting chipper, but for once, she isn't running towards me. Bet the stupid chit is missing when I was her bloody rock now. Right, then, that's not about to happen.
There's nobody to call (nobody left, I made sure of that) so scream all you like, run for the phone if you must, only corpses will answer you. And I always did love a good chase.
And what's this, didn't even get 'round to pulling out the sashes and garlic and deinviting me? Bullocks. Luv, this is getting right pathetic, too easy of a battle. Oh, that's right, your little Wicca's are dead to the world now, used them didn't you, never even bothered to learn a deinvite spell? Tsk, tsk, luv.
Ah well, that's all right now… don't cry. Wouldn't've stopped me anyway, you would've had to come out sometime. I've been waiting for this moment for a long time now, luv, so let me see your face.
Hiding in that damn bedroom you never let me in, wasn't good enough to come in here, was I? Well, I'm good enough (or is that bad enough?) now.
What's a matter, luv, why are you crying? Can't be over ole Spikey now, can it? No, of course not, right then, crying over your little under appreciated and overworked friends, you are.
You should cry, pet, it is all your fault after all, isn't it. You're good at guilt games, you know this one, killed them by association, just like with Angelus. You sleep with the vamp, selfishly; vamp goes bloody bonkers and kills a couple of your friends. Guess you're the one to blame then.
Right, on with the show then. See, pet, Buffy, luv, it's no fun being someone's whore. I wouldn't bet you could imagine, but I'll give you a little taste. It's degrading, and it hurts, and afterwards you hate yourself and them but you don't have a choice so it happens again.
Starting to sound familiar, is it, now? But isn't it just your lucky day, luv, because we're not talking metaphorical pain or emotional chains, no, no, this is a real life demo, pet.
Let's start with the fucking, shall we, because you're all broken up inside, nothing left to live for, and I've got the world at my feet. So, I'd bloody well think I'm a tad stronger than you anymore. Ta, Slayer, that's right, the Big Bad's got you in his clutches. Isn't this what you always feared?
Seems right ironic if you ask me, poetic justice, this is what you always were afraid would happen, but you made it. Never would have hurt you, luv, but now… well, I'll still make you scream at least.
You wanted rough sex, wanted me to fuck you instead of loving you? I can do that right well, but then you'll get to see. You can't even imagine, but you will, my poor, sweet, naive, little slayer. Time to bring you into the darkness with me, let you see the red we all talk about.
Hurts, doesn't it, here, let me soothe your tears, lick them away, only a little bite. Do you see the red now, Buffy, leaking out, always knew it was inside you if I could just find the spot… ooh, there it is, feel it now?
That's right now, cry, scream, threaten, and beg… what I wouldn't give to hear the Almighty Slayer begging me to stop. Not that I will stop, or that I'll have to really give all that much, done with that I am, it's your turn to do all the giving.
So soft and pliant in all the right places, always knew it would be like this… what, you're not getting off on the pain anymore, oh well, guess it's just me then.
Now, I think it's about time you gave me a blowjob. Never have, not properly, and that needs to change. Oh, don't be nervous, pet, you don't have to look away, I'll show you everything. All you need to do is suck and use that lovely little tongue of yours (maybe I'll keep it as a memento) and I'll do all the work.
And after this, we're going to do it all over again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. Until you know what it feels like to be used and hurt and it's engraved in your pretty little skull, (hmm, that's an idea…)