5

Am I going to die tonight? I wondered, as Buffy drove me and Dawn through the dark early evening, away from our new apartment, headed toward Anya's home. Tonight, some vampire guy would be "doing whatever he wants" to my bare breasted body. He might lose self control, ignore the terms of the Truce and "accidentally" kill me. Buffy said she'd be keeping an eye out for me, but something might happen anyway.

Until tonight, the only guy who I'd ever let do anything he wanted to my naked body was Adam; and what he did was fk me in a 'gentlemanly way', that left me very satisfied, with no hickeys or bruises. Would a hungry vampire be that considerate?

I'd now been here in Vampire Town for a week, and the only vampire I'd met so far was my cousin Buffy, the "Slayer-Vampire", who seemed to have everything, including her own bloodlust, under control. But Buffy was an extraordinary woman. I was sure that the vamp who'd be biting my neck, wouldn't have any more self control than any sadistic guy when he's getting rough with a woman.

I've prayed to the Lord, I thought. I've asked Him to do something to stop me from taking part in this, but He hasn't. That's no surprise. I've wanted the approval of my cousins and my classmates, more than the approval of God, so what should I expect? If I get killed and revive with a pair of fangs in my mouth, it's my fault.

We reached Anya's house in a little more than 10 minutes. She greeted us at the front door, and escorted us downstairs to a finished basement, where two bare chested girls who attended Sunnydale High, were seated on a plush sofa, each making out with two bare chested guys, who were also classmates. One of the girls was Cordelia who was seated on the sofa, in Xander's lap. They were kissing hot and wet, so was the other girl and her guy.

Four bare chested, Sunnydale High guys were standing in the room, holding cocktail glasses containing some kind of drink. Other half emptied cocktail glasses stood on a coffee table in front of the sofa. A strong smell of alcohol filled the room.

Anya called out, "Everybody's here now! It's time to start.

When the four guys saw Anya, Buffy, Dawn and me enter the room bare breasted, they all grinned and put down their drinks. Cordelia and Xander got up off the sofa, so did the other couple who were making out.

Anya walked up to one of the four guys without girls. They put their arms around one another, held each other tight, and kissed heavily. Buffy walked up to another guy, and did the same, as did Dawn with a different guy. Cordelia went into the arms of the guy who'd been making out with the other girl on the sofa.

At the same time, Xander, who'd said more than once that he'd like to fk me, grinned at me and walked toward me. I walked up to him. He took me in his arms. I put mine around him, and we began kissing heavily.

If he wants to fk me, I thought, I'll let him.

That's what he wanted, and that's what I did. That's what every one of us did in Anya's finished basement that night.

We'd been going at it for about an hour and a half. By then every one of us was naked, drunk and laid.

That was when Buffy called out, "Okay everyone! Time to begin the fang-bang!"

We all stood up, and separated from our partners. Buffy had extended her fangs. She walked over to Xander. They went into each other's arms. Buffy put her mouth against his neck, and bit her fangs in, causing his blood to flow. She put her mouth against the wounds, began to suck his blood out, and gulp it down.

At that same moment, everyone began to count. "One-thousand-one! One-thousand-two! One-thousand-three! One-thousand-four…", and on until they reached, "One-thousand-ten!"

Buffy quickly pulled back from him, with a satisfied smile on her lips. Xander looked woozy, trying to keep his balance. He quickly sat down on the sofa, with a hand against the wound in his neck. There was a large pack of bandages and a large bottle of ointment on the coffee table. Buffy quickly applied both to his neck.

Then she gave him a quick kiss on the lips and said, "Thank you stud."

Then the guy who Buffy had been making out with, displayed his own vampire fangs. He went over to Cordelia, who took him in her arms, and accepted his bite and gulps while everyone counted up to "One-thousand-ten!" Then he helped apply the medication and bandage to her neck.

Now Dawn told me, "He's 'Mr. Goodbite'. He's the only vamp guy here. He's gonna bite all of us live girls. Buffy's gonna bite all the live guys. By the time it's over, they'll both be fully nourished and we'll all still be alive."

Dawn walked up to him, and let him have her neck; while Buffy walked up to another guy and gave him a bite.

That's what happened with all of us girls and guys at the fang-bang. Mr. Goodbite took me in his arms, and stabbed his fangs into my neck. The bite wasn't too deep, but it hurt real good. Then I felt his cold mouth against my neck, and his cold tongue licking up my blood, while people standing beside us counted.

"One-thousand-one! One-thousand-two! One-thousand-three! One-thous…"

I was beginning to weaken.

I prayed silently, Forgive me Lord. Please keep me from dying. Keep me from dying. Keep me from…

I was aware of nothing.

I opened my eyes, and found myself seated on the sofa, while Buffy, Dawn and Mr. Goodbite hovered around me. I felt Buffy patting a bandage over the wounds in my neck.

I looked at Mr. Goodbite. "Did you kill me?" I asked nervously. "Am I dead? Am I a vampire? Am I getting my fangs on now?"

"None of those things cousin Joanie." Buffy grinned, "You just fainted. Happens to a lot of girls their first time. You are now an officially initiated Hellmouth Gal."

Around midnight, Buffy drove Dawn and me home. She dropped me off at the apartment. Then my slayer-vampire cousin drove Dawn back to the Summers' house, and herself back to her Sunnydale U dorm.

I went inside the apartment house, and entered our apartment. I'd put my skirt back on, and made sure my hair was combed neatly again, and my make-up re-applied, but I couldn't remove the very big grin from my face. My mother was waiting up for me, still sitting on the living room couch.

She asked me uneasily, "So how did things go at the party? Did you have a good time?"

I couldn't help chuckling.

"I'm going to enjoy being a Sunnydale High student Mom," I couldn't help laughing, "a lot more than I did at Arcadia!"