{This is based on Bram Stoker's Dracula, some of the characters have needed some of their personalities fixed slightly, but they should be all relatively similar. I own nothing. Thankyou so much for the positive reviews! I hope this continues to live up to any expectations!}
Chapter 3
"…William…?"
"Buffy!? Buffy! Oh thank god, your awake, we were about to call the emergencey services"
Buffy slowly opened her eyes, and saw the concerned faces of Willow, Tara and Anya "Who's William?" Anya asked
"She probably just meant Willow…but it came out funny" Tara said gently
"Ugh, my heads funny" Buffy pouted, trying to get up
"Did you drink anything? Take anything"
"Willow, what kind of a wino do you think I am?"
"She's been as sober as pregnant lady; don't worry" Anya said, swigging from a bottle, Willow gave her an irritated look and took the bottle away from her "Hey!"
"What happened Buffy?" Tara asked
"I…dunno, I was just sitting there…and then I passed out." Without meaning to she blocked out the person whispering her name, and the mention of William. Buffy had absolutely no idea who William was, but for some bizarre reason she felt an overwhelming sense of…familiarity.
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Angel couldn't sleep. Every time he closed his eyes and slept, he would dream the same thing. Lord Rayne, drinking the blood of a child. He shuddered, and got out of bed, maybe a walk would help. He doubted it, this place was more like some freakish prison than anything else, but it would give him something to do.
Getting out of the four posted bed that threatened to eat whoever rolled around in it enough, Angel picked up the torch he'd been keeping under the bed, and got into a pair of jeans, and a jumper. Leaving his shoes, to be quieter, he walked out of the room, along to the dark landing and down the first flight of stairs. Now in the main landing, he turned off his torch, the candles still being lit in the hallway. Softly, he descended the carpeted staircase, surprised that not a single stair creaked at his tread. Turning the torch back on, he went through a different side door to the study, and found himself in a homely passage with bundles of herbs hanging from the rafters, and wooden panels, oak he assumed, by the colour. He walked along, and found another door, quietly; he opened that, to reveal an identical corridor, ending in a wooden spiral staircase, which went down into the basement or cellars. Angel looked around, disliking the complete, unnatural silence, and then descended the stairs.
He found himself next to a door frame, a heavy velvet curtain acting as a door. With no more than a whisper from the fabric, Angel moved it aside. He found himself in a dark red room. The floor was sunken in the middle, with a raised walkway around the age made of polished wood. Light, silk curtains covered the walls and scented candles burnt in an intoxicating manner, making any visitors to the room feel hypnotised and relaxed. Angel turned off the torch and found himself stepping into the sunken area, which was spongy, suggesting a large mattress or cushion covered the floor, the red velvet felt very enticing to his bare feet, and he found himself wishing to lie down.
As if in a trance or bizarre dream, Angel lay down, and realised that rose petals were scattered across the floor. He wasn't sure if you call it floor, floors were hard but this was soft, like a feather bed. His eyes fluttered shut, after what seemed like blissful hours, but were only a few seconds, he opened them again. As if she had materialised out of the floor, there was a woman lying next to him on her side, smiling like a siren. Her hair was blonde like Caribbean sand and her eyes were a pale blue, her skin was white and she continued to smile. In some part of his mind, Angel recognised her, she was one of the women who came to the mansion, he recalled Lord Rayne calling her Darla or a name of that manner. Angel didn't note that she was naked from the waist up as she leaned into the flick her tongue across his lips, unconsciously, he returned the kiss. Then he felt a cool hand running up and down his torso, somehow his jumper had been removed, he broke the kiss to see who this other person was, another one of the women who visited, she had long dark brown hair, Cordelia he remembered briefly before she went in to kiss him as well. Before he could really analyse the situation at all, another woman came to join them, she had long wavy light brown hair, Winifred he believed.
Time moved around the people in that room as they kissed, touched and stroked one another. While in the middle of a heavy kiss with Winifred, Angel remembered one word "Buffy!" He called out, the three women withdrew, looked at each other then continued their advances, Angel tried to push them away but his limbs felt heavy, for the first time he noticed the odd smell that the candles attempted to hide, the metallic tang of blood. He tried to crawl away; his hand went in something dry and flaking, dried blood. He shuddered, feeling scared. He noted the cuts on his torso; they had been attempting to drink his blood.
Adrenaline, panic and drowsiness coursed through his blood, he had to get out of there, but he didn't know if he could. A sharp snap grabbed his attention, and he whipped his head around to see Lord Rayne standing there with a sinister smile twisting his features. In his hand, he held a young child who was apparently hypnotised or sedated, Angel felt revulsion and fear at the hungry, playful smiles that lit up the faces of the three women they half crawled, half walked over to Lord Rayne, begging like dogs for some meat from their master. Lord Rayne's smile widened and he handed the child to Darla who giggled, the three formed a tight circle, and Angel passed out before he could hear the ripping of flesh and the screaming.
William chuckled at the man, he was a fool.
"Take care of him ladies…" He said, before sweeping out of the room, heading through a different door, into a plain room, the floor was sandy and earthy, a large hole was in the floor, and large boxes filled up the space. A few were missing.
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January 30th, 2004
"I think I was sleep walking yesterday" Anya said, while sipping from her large coffee mug in the Espresso Pump, at the round metal table with Buffy and Willow.
"How d'you know?" Buffy asked
"I woke up outside, with scratches all over me" Buffy and Willow both winced "I mean everywhere" Anya continued "Like, even in places down south"
Willow choked on her coffee in her haste to hide her awkwardness, Buffy's eyes widened "Why the scarf? Did you scratch your neck?"
"Oh, no, that's another real weird thing. When I was tidying myself up this morning, I saw these two…like, holes in my neck. All red and…raw, put some antiseptic and a plaster, but still, ew. I don't know how I got that"
"Maybe you cut yourself?" Willow put in
"Yeah, maybe I cut myself while I was scratching my nose with a fork" Anya rolled her eyes "Tell me how that's possible"
"…does have a point" Buffy agreed "Maybe you should see a doctor"
"If it starts weeping I will" Anya said, Willow choked again
"Gross!"
"What? Would you rather I said, I will if blood juice comes streaming out"
"Eww"
"Exactly."
Buffy glanced up at the clock above the counter. 11:45am.
"I'd better be off, stuff to do today"
"You mean, moping, over Angel being an ass"
"…that too"
Willow and Anya laughed, and pulled Buffy in for a hug each. Buffy then picked up her bag, slung it over her shoulder, gave a small wave and left. She strolled purposefully along the street, in the direction of the chemists; she needed to pick up some photos. A slight breeze caught her hair, and pushed it in front of her face, she tossed her head in an attempt to make it go away, and her eyes met with a pair of bright blue ones across the crowded street. A chill went through her.
America was certainly exciting, especially Los Angeles. After flying from England, the crate he'd been in had gotten stuck in customs temporarily, until a man of his known as Charles Gunn got it safely through. He'd then had to travel by road to LA, but it would be worth it. William stood in the crowded street, looking at the passers by, each of them oblivious to him. His eyes raked the scene, he knew, without a doubt that he would find her there…just…when?
Suddenly, a short blonde woman across the street caught his eye. She was walking alone at a brisk pace, wearing a white shirt and light blue jeans. Her hair was just past her shoulders, and fluttered behind her as she moved. William felt like his heart was beating.
See me… he though, directing the small amount of energy he had during daylight hours, towards her. A slight breeze in the opposite direction pushed a lock of her hair in front of her face; she casually tossed her head to make the hair return to its original place, and her hazel eyes locked with his blue ones. She frowned, he sensed her recognition, but she was trying to ignore whatever she felt. She turned her head abruptly and started walking on hurriedly. William smirked, she knew him, that would do…for the time being. With a swish of his leather coat, he turned and began walking in the opposite direction to where she was going. His plan was to come around the backstreets and run into her as she left her destination.
While she collected her photos, Buffy couldn't shake off the feeling that she knew that man, it was too much, those eyes. What's more, she had no clue where she knew him from, she was positive she would have remembered him clearly, that hair, those eyes…that body. She shivered, Bad Buffy. Bad, soon to be married Buffy she mentally scolded herself and paid the woman at the till. She was so wrapped up in her thoughts as she left the shop, that she didn't realise there was a man in front of her until she walked straight into him. Her bag went flying and his hand snatched out to catch it, he grinned and handed it back.
"Distracted pet?"
English… Buffy thought before giving a weak smile "Little, lot on my mind y'know?"
"Yeah, I know the feeling"
"Well, thanks, and sorry, for walking into you"
"Not a problem, I doubt anyone would mind someone like you walking into them"
Buffy smiled, then remembered Angel and frowned "Well, have to go" She moved to get around him, he dodged and stopped her
"Whats your name, love?"
"Buffy" She moved to get around the other side, he blocked her again
"I'm William, Spike to me mates"
"Right, can I get by?"
"Hold up love"
"Stop calling me that…I have a fiancée"
"Good for you pet, just wanna chat, nothing more"
"Oh, okay"
He grinned "Typical woman, think every man's trying to get into your knickers" Buffy gave a small smile "Look, I'm new over here, new in LA for that matter…don't suppose you could show a lost Englishman around do you?"
Surprised at letting the words come out of her mouth before she had time to think them through, and surprised at her boldness, Buffy replied with "…where is it you wanna go?"