Author's Notes: Here it is at last guys, chapter nine. I haven't updated in a few weeks, so please forgive me, I might be a little rusty when it comes to this story. If there's any corrections that need to be made, please let me know. The plot is only beginning to thicken a bit more. The girl I added to this chapter and the previous one, she's a bit hyper, so I hope you don't mind, as I intended for her to be that way, though I'm starting to be a bit fond of her already, ha! Anyways, enjoy! Next chapter will be posted soon.
With a porcelain mug held tightly in both hands, Buffy almost felt tempted to let it scatter on the floor. She felt her heart constricting, as if it were being squeezed by a vice to an unbearable level.
For a moment, she lost all thought, all composure, her mind scrambling to accept the girl's answer. She took a quick intake of breath, mouth opening in order to continue questioning her. "Are you sure it was Angel? Not someone who looks like him?"
The girl nodded without hesitation, her chin firmed. "Yeah, I'm absolutely positive that it was him. I've lived here for so long, there's not that many men who look good as much as Angel did, so he stood out. Why? Is something wrong?"
Buffy shook her head, flashing a tiny smile. "No, no, everything's fine. So what happened after the dance?"
"Well, after when we were finished, he invited me to come over to his house, saying that he was throwing a party to celebrate his new job position or something. I wanted to go with him at first, but him being someone I barely knew, I turned down his invitation. For a minute I thought he looked angry, but I think that was just my imagination; I was probably seeing things. I had a couple of drinks that night, even though I'm underage, so I wasn't entirely sober and completely sure about what I saw. He offered to walk me home, but I refused, so I politely turned him down.
I grabbed my purse, thanked him for the dance, and headed on home. I was some blocks away when I felt someone following me, but I couldn't be sure at first, as I wasn't the only one venturing the sidewalks. A few couples strolling with their dogs were there too, even though it was late. Anyways, I turned around to see who might had been following me, but it was too dark to see anything. There's not a lot of streetlights working properly in the part of town I was walking through, so I was a bit worried that something was gonna happen to me."
The girl winced in thought, hesitating before continuing. "I was about a few blocks away from my house when I heard these heavy footsteps just a few feet behind me. I knew right away that it was a man. I turned my head around and saw this tall, skinny guy dressed entirely in black, wearing a black cap; I couldn't see his face at first, it was mostly covered in shadow."
Buffy encouraged her to go on, pouring warm milk and chocolate mix into the mug, stirring the concoction. "Was this the guy who attacked you?"
The girl lowered her head. "Yes. When he tried to grab me, I finally saw his face, and it wasn't a normal human face. He had these fangs; they were really sharp, almost passing his chin, and he was growling, like an animal. He had this hungry look in his eyes, and I could tell that he wanted to hurt me. He was so strong, I couldn't even defend myself against him. I had some mace spray in my purse, but I couldn't reach for it. He had both of his hands on my arms, squeezing so tight that I felt that they were gonna go numb."
Placing the mug gingerly on the table, Buffy pulled up a chair and sat in front of the girl, eyes focusing. "So tell me, do you have any idea what this man looks like?"
The girl pondered in thought. "I sure do. He looked pretty old, like he was in his forties. Chiseled cheekbones, pretty scrawny frame, bleached blond hair slicked back, strong nose. He had a British accent."
Buffy nodded at this, Slayer senses already prickling, sending signals throughout her body at the familiar description. "He didn't give you a name or anything?"
"He said his name was William. Now that you mentioned it, he also mentioned about taking me to a place where other girls were staying at, and locking us up until we were all ready. I have no idea what he meant by that."
Goosebumps developed on the Slayer's skin. She knew she was about to discover something huge in the horizon. "You mean, like he was seriously plotting a kidnapping, that sort of thing?"
"I think so. He muttered something about a basement in some mansion outside Sunnydale where there's forty or fifty girls being locked up for some important event. I thought he was on drugs, you know, hallucinating or getting high on them, but I could tell he was deadly serious. He mentioned something about a blood feast, whatever the hell that is, and that some Master of his wanted to gather all the young women in Sunnydale and put them in some room to find the one who might be pregnant with his kid because apparently, he can't find her, which is really disturbing if you ask me, considering that whoever this Master guy is, he tried to impregnate me, but he didn't ejaculate, said I wasn't the one who deserved to be his queen or have his kid, some bull like that. Who the hell would wanna do such a crazy thing anyway? I mean, I get it that there's been some really weird things going on lately, but this takes the cake to the ultra extreme." The girl shuddered.
For a moment, Buffy was speechless, recalling the memory is which she was laid against Willy's Bar, pants dragged to her knees. Oh boy, we got a problem on our hands. Could it be this Master is looking for me?…..Could I be the one carrying his unborn baby? I went through this already, didn't I? Okay, for one thing, I'm still too damn young to be a mom, hello. Second, why the hell would he want me? To be this apparent queen? Third, my brain is screaming that this Master is Angel. Things are starting to add up, even if I don't want them to. Why did I have to like him? This denial thing, it sucks. And to think, he doesn't even know who I am, or that I'm the Slayer.
"Did this William say anything else?" Buffy questioned, opening the first aid kit, applying a gauge and ointment to the girl's neck and thighs, cleaning the wounds.
"He said that if he didn't find the knocked up girl in time, he and his Master were planning on killing and draining the girls that were trapped in the basement, and that they're planning on giving the leftovers to their friends. If I hadn't known any better, I'd say he and his buddies are vampires." The girl's eyes widened in fear, mouth agape.
Buffy couldn't decide whether or not to inform the girl of the truth about the town they resided in. She sighed, conflicted about her decision. "For one thing, you're lucky you even survived. Second, you're right; weird things have been happening in this town for a long time, only the people, the police, and pretty much everyone else keeps denying it. They keep blaming the street gangs for it all. Third, you were right, they are vampires."
Buffy stopped, accessing the girl's facial movements. "You mean, it's true? Vampires do exist?"
"Yeah. And it's my duty to stop them. I'm a vampire Slayer, I slay vampires. And tonight, I saved you from the fate of you becoming one of them."
