The vampire smiled when he saw her walking outside Buckingham palace. There she was, right there, when he had finally stopped looking for her. Tonight the warriors of the clan would gain another capable fighter.
She was crying when she felt the cool arms slip around her. She hadn't found one clue to the whereabouts of the Council and she knew that her temperature had risen a lot in the last 2 hours. "Spike, save me, please" she sighed and eased back into the embrace her fevered brain told her was her lover's. She never felt the fangs pierce her jugular, only her orgasm and her final release of her life.
Darkness and warmth.
Silk sheets and no clothes.
And a hunger that went to her very core.
Buffy slowly opened her eyes to all these sensations. She was alone in the huge bed. It had a canapé and the curtains were drawn. She heard somebody walk into the room and swiftly closed her eyes hoping to learn more about where she was before she had to interact with her surroundings. She felt a tugging at her heart. But that was quickly set aside when she realized she wasn't breathing and had no inclination to do so either. She tried finding her pulse and felt nothing except her extremely cold body temperature. She knew without a doubt. She had been turned.
She thought about the soul but was interrupted by a male voice. "You do know I do not believe you to be asleep." She had not heard the curtains being drawn but that would mean he knew of her deception without seeing her. She felt the tugging again. It was as though she could pinpoint were the man stood through her feelings. "I have left you clean clothes and a maid will be up to help you dress shortly. I would like to see you downstairs for supper when you are ready. I guess you have a lot of questions you will want answered."
Buffy decided not to answer and he left without another word.
She got out from under the covers and peek out of the curtain at the end of the bed. She saw a gorgeous room in purple colors.
A chaise long, a vanity table and matching dresser with a stool, the bed with its heavy drapes, a table with a basin and a matching can. It was an amazing room.
On the chaise long laid a long dress in blue colors. Next to it was what she thought was a corset and long knickers with frills in rows up the pants.
She stared at the corset and dress with its endless row of the tiniest buttons she had ever seen. How am I ever going to get those on?? she put the pants on and was just contemplating the joys of going braless in this period of time when she sensed something just outside of her room. It was like a buzz and pound just at the inside of her ear. There was a knock at the door and a young girl entered her room. "My name is Marie, ma'am. I'm here to help you dress and do your hair." The girl crossed the room and started to open the corset up for her to step into. The buzzing and pounding had gotten louder when she had entered but when Buffy stood next to her it became a cacophony. She realized it was Marie's blood flowing through her body when the girl pulled the corset up around her waist unknowingly bringing her neckline next to Buffy's mouth.
Buffy had know that the pulse point at the base of a human's neck was alluring to a vampire, when you've been the lover of two of them, you have seen them salivating just looking at it. It was her favorite kind of torture.
But she had no idea what Angel must have gone through every time she lay in the circle of his arms with his face in her neck. She saw Marie's pulse just beneath the surface of her skin, a deep cerulean blue under an ivory white. She heard her heart drum the beat of her life and heard her blood sing the song of its rush.
She was jostled out of her reverie by the sudden pull and push of the corset being constricted around her breasts. Marie walked around her back and Buffy felt a foot being placed at the small of her back. She opened her mouth to protest when she felt wind being knocked out her lungs. Marie quietly tied her corset and went to get the dress. Buffy started to view her brassiers in a whole new light.
The dress came on without much trouble and because of the serious lack of reflection, Marie did her hair and make up. The make up was so unfamiliar to her that she was glad for the unknowing lesson that Marie was giving her.
When the finishing touches were through, Marie gave her instructions on finding the dining room and left. The quiet was enormous. She left to find the dining room and felt the same tugging at her heart from earlier when she came to the correct door.
"Come in." The warm male voice said from the other side of the door.
Inside the room Buffy found an elegantly dressed man with long hair and a long dress jacket of an elaborate fabric. Something was familiar about this man. With amazement Buffy noticed that she knew he was a vampire without her tinglies. She just knew without a shadow of a doubt.
"Ahh, you look very beautiful, my dear." He spoke in a well cultivated English accent. A Victorian Gilesvamp. Buffy thought internally smiling.
"Are you the vampire who sired me??"
Charles was not surprised that she knew the term or even that she knew she was a vampire now. She had fought him blow for blow in the docks and she was never surprised or frightened by his true face. That was one of the reasons he had wanted her.
"Yes dear, I am your sire. Now come in, I know you must be hungry." Looking over the diner table Buffy noticed the lack of food on it. She could not help but laugh. "Of course we don't eat normal food so why display it for the fledgling, right."
He was amused by her reaction she could see it in the twinkling of his eye. "Crudely stated but correct none the less."
Then Buffy was hit by a sudden chill. Was she going to have to hunt? The idea of sinking her fangs into something living sounded thrilling to her. The idea of killing someone on the other hand was revolting and underneath all that there was an almost unquenchable hunger and the tugging at her heart.
At that thought the man across from her opened up his arms and waved his hands inviting her to come to him. Without a second thought Buffy fled to him and sat down in his lap.
She let her head fall on his shoulder and buried her face in the crock of his neck. Then out of nowhere she started to sob. Every breath of her tears escaped her with a contraction of all the muscles in her body. When she had cried every drip, she stared to relax and just lay there in the soothing comfort of this stranger's arms.
"Do you want to tell me what all that crying was for?" The tone of the question was not sarcastic but truly interested in her.
"Well, I don't even know where to start." She started counting on her fingers like a little girl. "My mother's death. My calling that killed me. My friends that I know tried their best to help me but messed up my life. My disastrous choices of lovers. My father figures who all decide that leaving me is a good thing to do. My being a vampire in Victorian London sitting in the lap of a man I met only 5 minutes ago."[I want to give this more umpfh but right now I want to get on with the story]
"Well my lovely, let's start at the end. My name is Charles du Pinot and I am your sire. Which means that even though we are apart I will always be with you. Right here in fact." And he placed his hand right on her heart. That was when Buffy noticed that the tugging feeling was gone. "That feeling is how you know where I am and that I'm thinking of you and viceversa."
"Before we discuss your transition from a mortal life to an immortal one, first you must feed. You can't handle the hunt right now. You are exhausted both fisically and mentally." He rang a bell standing on the table in front of them.
The maid came in with 2 ceramic goblets. She handed one to each of them. "Let's toast my dear. To an unlife filled with accomplishments and pleasures."
She realized the steaming cup she held contained blood. When she had fed Spike in Giles' Bathroom the mugs had always quirked her in the deep pit of her stomach. This however smelled like a warmed wine with sweet herbs. She simple craved it.
Charles watched the play of emotions in her face. After years of turning humans he had come to recognize the order of them. From disgust to amazement to wanting He also knew this was a critical time. If she refused the blood she would stay a fledgling and slowly degenerate and he would have to stake her now.
"Go ahead my dear, Take your first sip of life."
Buffy took a small sip and it rolled over her tongue, dark and full like honey but tasted of roses and a deep dark sweet copper. When it hit her stomach it made a growl and soon she was swallowing the goblet in big gallops. She needed much more to quench the hunger. Luckily the well trained maid returned with a pitcher refilling her cup to the brim until she felt practically aglow with the stolen warmth.
Charles was pleased to see this beauty was eager to drink and thought her even more beautiful with her cheeks all pink from the new found blood.
Buffy felt relaxed and content. So relaxed that she yawned. She wasn't tired actually she was very aware of her surroundings and how she felt. She had not felt this way after she came back or even before the whole Glory mess. Suddenly she had words for why she felt so content where there were no words before. No obligation. No responsibility. No pain. No emptiness and somebody that would stay with her forever.