Tainted Love (4/?)
Faith threw back her head and laughed. Standing, she looked down at the slumbering vampire on the floor, the bed having been wrecked some time earlier. Whether it was the fact he was stronger than a human or the Sire-Childe link, Faith didn’t know but the sex, once she’d got through teaching him the basics, had been the best ever. She’d never been a girl for soft, gentle, sex. She liked it to match her personality, hot and heavy, and last night had certainly been that.
But now, it was time to get up. She smiled cruelly. As a human all she’d ever known was misery and pain but now it was Buffy’s turn to suffer. “Childe,” she purred. “Rise and shine.”
Her childe muttered but didn’t shift. Impatient, she raised her voice and repeated her command. “Fuck off,” Xander muttered, his eyes not opening.
Her own eyes narrowing to slits, she drove a foot into her childe’s groin. Instantly the newly made vampire let out a strangled scream. Before he had time to move, she had her hand around his throat, with a flick of her wrist, she flung him to the far wall. In an instant, she was by his crumpled body, crouching over him even as she held his testicles in a steel hard grip. “Understand this Alex,” she purred. “You exist because I say. You have certain,” she twisted the vampire’s balls.
“Ah shit!” the vampire screamed, his eyes bulging in agony.
Faith continued undeterred. “Skills and knowledge I need. As well as some attributes I find pleasing. Last night was fun wasn’t it?” When the vampire didn’t reply, she twisted again. “Wasn’t it?”
“Y…yes,” the vampire wheezed, his face morphed into its demonic visage.
Faith beamed. “And I enjoyed it too.” Her point made, she released her testicular grip to cup her childe’s face. “We could have thousands of nights like that, or,” Faith kissed him on the forehead. “I could make your existence hell; it all depends on you understanding whose boss. You obey every order without question. Five by five?”
“I understand,” Xander nodded.
“Good boy,” Faith beamed. The decision had never been in doubt, after all what man was going to turn down her charms in favour of a life of agony and humiliation? “Now go run me a bath, and,” she winked as she stood. “If you’re quick about it, I might let you join me.” Faith chuckled as the man limped out, oh training him was going to be wicked fun. After they’d bathed she’d take him into the basement and start training him to fight, with his improved co-ordination, reflexes, and balance, it should be easy.
* * *
Travers stormed into the Council Assembly room, his blood near boiling point. He couldn’t bloody believe it. That cheap tramp Faith was out of her coma, but the great almighty Rupert Giles had loftily decided that he didn’t need to inform the Council, that it was none of their business. If his hospital contact hadn’t informed him they wouldn’t have had a bloody clue.
Well it stopped now; it was time for the Council to take charge of the situation again. “Ladies, gentleman,” he nodded towards the six other Watchers who made up The Ruling Board. “I bring you grave news. It appears,” he paused for a moment. “That Faith has awoken from her coma.”
“WHAT!” squawked Emily Constable, a short fat woman in her late fifties. “We were assured that the little bitch would eventually die!”
Travers hid a smile, he knew he could rely on Constable’s support. He was sure the stupid old crone was jealous of all the potentials and especially, the best of the best, the Slayers for having an attractiveness and athletic ability that she had never, not even in her youth, possessed. She would be easiest to sway to his way of thinking. “Yes, I am far from happy with the situation,” he said smoothly, his eyes giving no hint to the hatred he felt for the trailer trash who’d disgraced her Calling. It was bad enough an American was called, but a cheap slut like Faith. “I think that it’s time we had Faith executed.”
”I feel given the circumstances surrounding her fall, that Faith should be given
a second chance,” commented another Watcher, a liberal by the name of Theodore
Harlan.
“A nurse was murdered in her escape from the hospital,” he added. Given the report he’d received on the murder it was highly unlikely that Faith had indeed killed her, but the Board didn’t need to know that.
Theo’s long face dropped. “I withdraw my objection.”
Travers nodded in satisfaction. “Any further objections?” he looked around the room. When there was no reaction, he smiled thinly. “In that case I’ll contact our wet team.”
“What if Summers interferes?”
Travers hid a smile. If his theory was correct, the Summers girl was an irrelevance, the Slayer line ran through Faith, Summers living or dying meant less than nothing. “Then we’ll have to deal with her too.”
“An innocent?” pressed Theo.
“Hardly,” he countered. “She knows better than any of us what Faith is capable of. The will of the Council cannot be thwarted in this matter.” After a second Theo nodded. “Excellent, then I’ll have the team sent in immediately.”
“Remind me,” Constable broke in. “What is the composition of out team?”
“Jones is a former SAS major, Thompson and Lewis former Royal Marines, Morte, a GIGN operative, Heinz, a GSG-9 sergeant, and Kalzov, a former Spentaz corporal.” Travers intoned, six battle-scarred veterans, one little girl, even one with Faith’s abilities, wouldn’t have a chance.
* * *
“Who the fuck is it!” Tony Harris roared at the knocking on the door. If that stupid bitch he’d married had forgotten her key again, he’d knock her into the middle of next week.
“It’s me dad!” came the nervous reply. Tony scowled, oh fucking wonderful the brat. “I’d like you to meet my new girl-friend, Faith.”
Tony smiled slowly. Oh things were looking up after all. His son, whatever his other faults, always managed to hang with some major honeys – that red-haired yid was a nice piece for an ethnic, the blonde girl she was a piece, and that Cordelia, that rich bitch must have thought she was slumming it with his boy. “Well what are you waiting for boy?” he bellowed, his mouth drying with anticipation of seeing some major tail. “Bring her in.”
“Thanks dad.”
A few seconds later, the lounge door opened and the sexiest piece of skirt he’d ever seen sauntered in. She was maybe 5’6 at the most, with oval-shaped coal-black eyes and glossy raven-dark hair that contrasted violently with the paleness of her milky-white skin. The cupid-shaped lips, man the things he’d like to shove between them, he felt himself go hard at the thought.
But the body was where it was at. Tits
like a Playboy centrefold, a tiny waist that a guy could fit his hands round, a
perfectly tight ass you could bounce a quarter off, and long slender legs that
any man would love having wrapped round him, she was a porn director’s dream and
all cased in figure-hugging, too tight to breathe, leather. Man, he knew what
her son saw in her, she practically had ‘Easy’ tattooed on her forehead. “Hi
Mr. Harris.”
Tony jolted at the girl’s husky tones and grinned. Man, that voice was just the cherry on top. “So,” he winked. “What’s a pretty girl like you doing with a wuss like my son,” he leered. “Shouldn’t you be out partying with a real man?” Like him.
The girl fluttered her long eyelashes and swayed her slender hips rhythmically. “Oh X has his good points,” the knockout winked. “Believe me.”
“Oh yeah,” he leered. “He learnt from
the master, but,” he placed a meaty hand on the babe’s shoulder, “I didn’t teach
him everything I know.”
The bombshell raised an eyebrow, “that right?”
“Hi dad,” his son walked into the room and grinned. “You getting aquatinted?” the little shit chuckled. “Show your cool trick Faith.”
“Sure hon,” his mouth dropped open as his boy’s bitch’s stunning looks disappeared to be replaced by a monster’s face. “Hi pops.”
“What the -!”
His bellow turned to a croak as his son raised the revolver he kept upstairs and smiled at him. “Bye dad.”
* * *
Faith smiled as the revolver fired, its retort deafening to her vampiric hearing and the stench of blood and gunsmoke filling the air. But best of all was the stunned look on Xander’s father’s face a half-second before the side of his head exploded in a red mist. She stared avidly at the crumpled body, drinking in the sight of the blood pooling out of the wound and onto the carpet.
“I don’t see why we couldn’t torture him
for a while,” Xander growled.
“Because honey,” cupping the vamp’s face in her hands, she explained patiently. “It’s gotta to look like you brought Anya round to meet your father, he made the moves on her, you grabbed his gun and shot him, and ran. Now put the pocket from her blouse in his hand, make it look like the bastard tore it from poor Anya.”
Her childe obeyed. “Police won’t fall
for that.”
“In any city other than Sunnydale probably not, but here… Besides we only need B and her cronies to be fooled into thinking this for a few days. Now, brace yourself.” She grabbed the corpse, dragged it to his feet, made a fist with the body’s right hand, and slammed the fist into her childe’s jaw, splattering blood onto the mirror. A smirk on her face, she dropped the body. “Time to go. We’ve got someone else to visit.” She giggled, this was the best night ever.
* * *
Joyce sighed as she looked around her kitchen. The house seemed so quiet after Buffy had left for college, she was pleased her daughter had made the decision to embrace the college lifestyle, but she had hoped she would see more of her daughter, she was still in the same small town after all.
But no, her and Willow never deigned to visit. Xander came round every few days and Giles shared a Sunday roast with her, alternating between her place and his. But her daughter….
Her depressed reverie was interrupted by a rattle on the window. Her mouth parting in a smile she looked up at her daughter- to see instead Faith waving at her, an insane smile on her face. “Hi Joyce, miss me?”
Mouth drying, she turned and rushed into the hallway, her stomach churning at the thought of Faith getting her hands on her. She had to get to the phone and ring Buffy for help. Suddenly there was a pounding on the door. “Joyce! Let me in!”
“Oh god! Xander!”
Flinging the door open, she was confronted by her surrogate son looking over his shoulder, his expression terrified. “Faith’s out here -.”
“Get inside!” she snapped, grabbing the
youth’s arm she pulled him inside. “We’ll have to hide in the basement.”
“Joyce.”
Her blood chilled at the hard note in the youth’s voice and looked up. She stumbled backwards when she realised the youth had morphed out into a vampire’s face. “Oh god Xander,” she felt bile rise up in her throat choking her. And she’d invited him. “How?”
“That would be me Joyce.” Turning she saw a grinning Faith stood in the doorway, her usually beautiful face morphed out into something demonic. “William the Bloody turned me,” Joyce noticed the brunette’s beaming smile displayed her fangs in all their horrifying glory. “And I turned Xander. Xander?”
She felt a pair of hands grab her head from behind. “It won’t hurt.”
* * *
“Much,” her childe completed before twisting Joyce’s head, snapping her neck.
Faith felt a visceral thrill as her childe released the corpse allowing the body to drop onto the carpet. Instantly the magical barrier surrounding the house was removed. Laughing slightly she walked in. “So B never comes round to see her mom uh? Well let’s organise,” she pulled a pair of hacksaws out of her bag and threw one to her childe. “A homecoming for B to remember.”
Xander grinned. “A body part in each room?” She nodded. Thirty minutes later they’d finished. “What next?” her childe asked.
She smiled before grabbing the phone. “What’s B’s number?” Xander recited the number. Faith nodded before dialling. Her lip curled up in disdain when she heard nemesis’ voice before screaming wordlessly and dropping the phone back in the hook. Two seconds later it began to ring back. Faith grinned. B had taken the bait. “Let’s motor baby.”
* * *
Faith groaned as she felt Xander enter her, his huge head slamming into her moist slit with an almighty shove as he thrust his entire length home. “Oh fuck!” she screamed as his thick cock tunnelled into her. “Come on X,” she taunted to the man above her. “I’m the bitch who threw you out after tearing your virginity from you, tried to kill you. You can do better than that.”
The vampire’s eyes gleamed red before pulling out, grabbing her breasts and squeezing the soft flesh before propelling himself back inside her with even greater force, the male grunting with the effort. “Oh shit!” She felt she was being ripped apart as his cock ploughed into her soft, moist depths. Her pussy pulsed around Xander as he thrust in and out of her, their movements in sync with one another. Her childe pulled out until only the tip cock remained within her, before ramming it back in until she thought she would scream from the ecstasy of it.
Faith grinned. Oh yeah X had it going on, gripping him with her inner muscles she contracted around him with every stroke and matched him thrust for thrust, her body colliding with his. Reaching behind the vampire, she grabbed his butt to guide his motion, give him even greater momentum. “Oh fuck!” she screamed as Xander slammed into her with greater force than any one before, her ass pounding into the floor. As they continued to grind their bodies together, Faith could feel heat building up in her pussy and spread through her body. One last push triggered Xander’s orgasm setting off a chain-reaction through her body as his hot load hit home, spurt after spurt.
“Oh yes X, that hit the spot,” she praised before shoving the youth off to lie beside her. After a few seconds luxuriating in the after-glow, she rolled over to face her sweat-streaked childe. “Do you understand the lesson?”
“Lesson?”
“If you’re a good boy, you get more of what you just had and in ways you’ve never dreamed,” she hid a grin at the eager look in her childe’s eyes. “But,” the man gasped as she took hold of his dick. “If you’re naughty you get this morning’s treatment and worse. Understand?” she smiled at Xander’s nod. “Good boy. Now on your back, it’s my turn on top.”
* * *
Buffy charged through the front door, her heart racing after the garbled phone call. “Mom! Mom!” her eyes widened as she saw the severed head on the bottom of the stairs. “NOOOO!”
Tainted Love (5/?)
“Where to first Sir?”
Jones glanced at Heinz, a thick-set man in his late thirties with a bullet head and dead, grey eyes. For a few seconds he considered the query. The briefing they’d been given on all the main players – Summers, Giles, and Faith amongst others had been thorough, but there was a lack of recent information. They needed up-to-date facts and according to their briefing, there was one place to get it. “Willy’s,” he growled.
“Why not the Watcher?” enquired Lewis, a six foot six beanpole.
“Him second. He might try and conceal
stuff, if we’re already up-to-date, we only need him to confirm. Let’s go.”
* * *
Det. Stein looked around the living room. It seemed an open and shut case, Tony Harris had a record of having harassment complaints being made against him – he’d been fired for it twice, throw in the blouse pocket they’d found in his hand, and it was pretty obvious what had happened. Somebody, probably Harris’ son, although they’d need his fingerprints to confirm it, had brought a girl home, his dad had assaulted the girl, hit the boy, he bet there’d been a fight, the kid had grabbed the gun and shot his dad. Stein sighed, he’d never liked the ‘Scooby gang’ as they’d dubbed themselves, if nothing else by killing the Mayor, they’d cost him a lot of money. But that Harris kid, he had serious balls, and to do hard time for killing a piece of shit like Tony Harris, he shook his head, didn’t seem right. “Put out an APB on Alexander Harris.” He glanced at the sobbing woman who’d rung them. If she’d been more of a parent to Harris, stood up to the boy’s drunken bully of a father, maybe this wouldn’t have happened at all.
“What a fucking night.”
He turned at the comment seeing the weary face of the head of the Homicide Division. “Problem Livesy?”
Livesy shook his head. “Living here I’ve seen some shit, but what I saw tonight just about beat it all.” Stein raised an eyebrow, encouraging his subordinate to continue. “I’ve just finished a call at the Summers place.”
Stein felt his hackles rise at just the mention of the biggest pain in his ass. “Oh yeah, what’s she done now?”
“Wasn’t her this time,” Livesy said, his voice heavy. “It was her mother, some psycho had broken into her home, chopped her into little bits and deposited a body-part in each room.” The other cop shook his head. “The girl’s catatonic and I had twenty year veterans running into the garden throwing up. The counsellor’s going to be working over-time that’s for damn sure,” Livesy shuddered. “I might go see her myself.”
* * *
Willy’s heart dropped as the six men entered his club, normally humans were nothing more than food or entertainment but these men were different. Bristling with weapons and filled with grim purpose, all his clientele backed off from the thugs. The leader stared at him, his eyes glaring through him. “In the back now,” he growled. Willy looked around, seeing none of the demons willing to intercede, he nodded numbly. This was going to be rough.
The group’s leader shoved him into his office chair. Willy looked around him, noting how the men had encircled him, cutting off any possibility of escape. “Who are you –oww!”
He rubbed at his neck where one of the men had punched him. “I ask the questions,” the group’s leader intoned. Willy’s blood chilled when the man pulled out a K-Bar knife. “And you answer them, understand?” Willy gulped but didn’t speak. His hesitation resulted in a right to his nose, shattering it. “Understand?” He nodded, blood dripping onto the dusty floor. “First off, now Wilkins is dead which demon runs this town?”
“I don’t know,” Willy wheezed. Seeing the man draw back his fist, he screamed, panic heightening his voice several octaves. “I don’t! It was William the Bloody,” the men exchanged glances. “But he’s been gone almost a week now!”
“Okay, that’s better, more co-operative.” The man pursed his lips. “And it’s correct the vampire Angelus has left town?”
“Yeah,” he nodded.
“Summers still patrol?”
“Yeah.”
“Heard any rumours as to where that Faith bint’s gone?”
Willy’s brow furrowed, Faith who was Faith? His mouth dropped open as he remembered the sultry brunette had exploded into Sunnydale, eighteen months ago, blowing away Summers with her charisma, sexuality, and personality. His mouth dried as he remembered a couple of ‘discussions’ they’d had after she’d gone bad. He looked up and almost sniggered, these guys were fixing to go up against her. Good luck. “Sorry, I didn’t even know she was awake,” he apologised with a bucketful of false sincerity.
The man nodded, questioned him for a few minutes before smiling. “Thank you for your co-operation. Now,” Willy’s blood chilled as the man put his knife down on the office desk and pulled a small baton out of his pocket, “I’m going to have to punish you for betraying your race and working with this scum.”
“Hey,” Willy gasped, even he could smell his own fear. “Guy’s gotta make a -, oow!”
His world exploded in agony as the man’s baton collided with his shoulder, knocking him to the floor, the landing driving the air from his body. Instantly the other men began kicking him everywhere – ribs, limbs, back, and face.
After what seemed an eternity the group’s leader let out a growl. “Enough!” Willy screamed wordlessly as the man grabbed a handful of hair and yanked his head up. “Listen,” the man snarled, “I find out you’ve hidden anything from me and we’ll be back. Only next time,” his assailant nodded at one of the men behind him. Willy screamed again when one of the men drove a steel-toed boot into his groin. “We won’t be gentle.”
The man released his hold, allowing Willy’s head to bounce off the floor. “Out boys.”
* * *
Det. Stein forced his stomach to unclench as he made his way to his squad car. He’d just seen the crime scene photos of the Summers house. “Oh god,” he whispered, forcing down the bile rising in his throat. “No one deserves that.” Summers might be a pain in the ass but her mom, that was a lady a guy could respect – smart, spirited and loyal.
“Det. Stein, oh please help me officer,” a frightened, yet somehow mocking voice came out of the shadows. “I’ve been a naughty girl and need punishing.”
His mouth dried with fear when the brunette Slayer stepped out of the shadows in front of him, her hands held above her head, and cupid-bowed lips parted in a crooked grin. “Do you want to get kinky Det. Stein?” she purred, her long eye-lashes fluttering. “Put on the cuffs, throw me in the back of your patrol car, and discipline the bad girl.”
Stein pushed aside his jacket and reached for his gun, sweat beads forming on his forehead. He’d never actually seen the girl in action but remembered how the boss’ vampires had been terrified of her and that was enough for him. “Assume the position please,” he noted how much his voice trembled.
The brunette’s eyes widened. “Oh Officer Stein,” the east coast native’s tongue ran over her full lips. “You want to frisk me. Sounds wicked fun. But,” she sighed. “My boyfriend won’t like that.”
“Boy-.”
* * *
“Yeah,” Faith nodded sadly as Xander glided out of the shadows behind the pig, grabbed his head, and twisted it, snapping his neck. “Sorry Detective, but he’s the jealous type.” She beamed at her childe. “Oh lover, you do good work.”
“Do I get a reward?”
She giggled. “Later sweet-stuff, we’ve got one more stop to make before we go home,” she grinned as another idea occurred. “I know what we can do with that body.”
* * *
Glen Stevens padded his well-proportioned stomach and sighed. Scuttlebutt on the streets was it was hell tonight, even worse than usual. Stevens grinned, made him glad he was desk-bound these days. Reaching down, he grabbed at his sandwich.
And dived for the floor when the security window exploded. Drawing his gun he rolled to his knees, hitting the panic button as he did so. After a half-second he risked a look over his desk edge. “Oh crap,” the gun dropped from his suddenly limp hand as he stared at Det. Stein’s severed head resting on his desk, his counterpart’s lifeless eyes staring back at him.
* * *
Giles sighed wearily as he rose at the knocking at his door, passing the mirror he noticed the youthful looks he’d always prided himself had completely disappeared. Instead he now looked some ten years older than his forty-five. But then, it wasn’t every day your surrogate son was accused of murder and your surrogate daughter’s mother murdered. When they found the demon who’d done it…
He bit back a groan as he opened his door to reveal the Watcher Special Operations team. Oh Faith, they had to be here about her. Normally he’d tell them to bugger off, but right now, he had to prioritise his children.
* * *
Parker Ahams groaned at the knock on his dorm room door. If it was the stupid Summers bitch again. “Coming,” he growled gruffly. Not bothering to grab his dressing gown he hurried to the door and yanked it open. “Yea-.”
His voice trailed off as he noted the raven-haired goddess leaning against his doorway. She was short, maybe 5 foot six, but very curvy. Her biker’s leather pants that clung to every inch of her heavenly legs and sinfully rounded ass, and her lacy black midriff top that revealed the sexiest belly button he’d ever seen, slender yet muscular arms, and gravity-defying tits with nipples poking through the material that a guy could suck on for hours.
The face was spectacular too, the silkiest, black hair rested on the girl’s slender shoulders and framed a high-boned face containing liquid brown eyes a guy could drown in and a pair of inviting ruby-red lips a guy could spend a lifetime kissing. “You’re Parker Ahams right?” the girl husked, her voice sending electric shocks up his back.
After a second he found his voice. “Yeah,” he confirmed with a nod.
“You know B right?”
”B?” he asked dazedly.
The girl’s lips parted in a grin. “Sorry, that’s what I call her,” the smoky-voiced goddess apologised. “I meant Buffy Summers.”
“Oh,” Parker tensed. Getting this babe on her back could be trickier than he figured. “You friends?”
The brunette shrugged. “Used to, not so much now,” the girl grinned. “Just saw her with this stud and I got to thinking Ms. Vanilla doesn’t deserve such a hunk of manhood. So,” the babe peered into his room. “You inviting me?”
Parker grinned. Contrary to what he’d been thinking this was his easiest yet. “Sure.”
* * *
Xander smiled as his sire swayed her way out of Parker’s room, the boy’s screams still ringing in his enhanced ears. “Why did you need him?”
Faith grinned at him. “He hurt B, we can’t have that,” the Slayer-Vampire explained. “Only we can do that so,” Xander laughed as Faith lifted up a body-part from her victim, blood dripping on the carpet. “That sweet-talking bastard had to be taught a lesson. Home lover.”
FIC: Tainted Love (6/?)
“We’ve got a problem.”
“Yeah,” Faith agreed, looking up from the bed where she lay naked to her fully clothed childe. He was stood in the doorway of the apartment belonging to the swingers who’d foolishly invited them for a party the previous night. Faith chuckled. The middle-aged couple had hardly been able to contain their excitement, the pot-bellied man drooling at the thought of getting his wrinkly hands on her grade A body and the grey-haired harridan practically cumming on the spot at the thought of what Xan was going to do to her. Man, had they been surprised. “Problem is, you’re stood in the doorway, fully clothed, not knelt between my legs, making me scream.”
“Faith, this is important -.”
“Tell me when you’re doing me childe,” she added a note of firmness to the last word. “Never business before pleasure, remember that.”
Xander nodded before moving into the centre of the room, quickly undressing, and sliding into position between her spread legs. She whimpered when Xander grabbed her legs at her slender ankles and placed them on his shoulders. She moaned as he slammed his entire length inside her in a single vicious motion, the execution almost enough to split her two. “Oh yes Xman,” she groaned. “That’s how I like it, hard.” She waited until her childe had built up a pounding rhythm before speaking. “What’s your news baby?”
“I was in Willy’s-.”
“Nobody recognised you did they?” Faith asked. Damn if he’d broken their cover…..
“Don’t worry,” she shuddered with delight when Xander leaned over her and, still continuing with his thrusting, bit her left nipple. “With my new crew-cut, dark glasses, ear-ring, and all new fashion look, my own dad wouldn’t recognise me – if he was still alive.”
Faith laughed, oh she did enjoy Xan’s sense of humour. “Harder,” she instructed. She grunted as her childe complied, the force of his greater momentum stretching her ever further. “Oh yeah, that’s good baby.” Her eyes rolled back as a familiar pleasant warmth built up in her pussy. “What’s the news on B?”
“She’s not been seen patrolling since we offed Joyce,” Xander grinned as he pinched her clit making her gasp with the thrill of his touch. “Word is she’s a sedative junkie.”
“That’s good isn’t it?” She arched up as her and her childe came together – him pumping his load into her, and her walls contracting powerfully around him. “Oh yes Xander!”
“Faith! Faith! Oh Fuck!” Her childe slumped forward, she grabbed his head and plunged her tongue into his mouth, crushing her lips to his. Finally satisfied, she released her hold on his head. “But there’s bad news too.”
“Oh yeah,” she traced her fingernail down her childe’s chest. “What’s that?”
“Six man council wet team hit Willy’s looking for you couple of nights ago.”
“Oh yeah?” Faith giggled. “Wicked!”
Xander looked down at her, his face confused. ”You’re not angry?”
“Angry?” Faith raked her fingers down Xander’s chest, gaining a pained hiss in response. “I’m fucking buzzed! It’s past time the Council paid for all the shit they put me through. Now,” she used her greater strength to push the former Scooby off her. “Shall we go down and feed on our hosts?” She smiled as she thought of the couple chained to a radiator in the basement. Hubby had offered her 5 k if she let just him go. Humans they were so pathetic.
“Well as they invited us in it would be rude not to make full use of their facilities.”
“My thoughts ‘xactly.”
* * *
“Fuck!” Jones heard Thompson’s hoarse whisper in his ear. “She’s bloody gorgeous. Do we get to play?”
“Bien dieu,” agreed Morte. “Elle je un deesse! Je dois posséder elle!”
“Aye,” muttered Lewis. “Wouldn’t mind filling me boots with her!”
Jones inwardly agreed with his men, but their target, even with her elfin-like looks, was the most dangerous target they’d ever faced. “This isn’t Amsterdam and we aren’t on R&R people. We’re in Sunnydale and she is the single most powerful being in the wor-,” his voice trailed off. “Where has she gone?”
“You forgot to mention my improvements,” a husky voice commented from behind. “And I wasn’t even talking about those implants I was considering.”
* * *
The moment the men started to turn, Xander burst into action, anxious to impress his sire. Grabbing hold of the wrist of the nearest thug, he twisted it back, snapping the bone and making its owner scream. “Oh shut up,” Xander growled before pulling the man’s machine gun out of his limp hand and emptying the clip into the man’s chest, tearing his bulletproof vest to shreds at such a close range.
Sensing another Council trooper closing on him, Xander pulled the man’s falling body between him and his attacker, blocking his adversary’s line of fire, before flinging the torn corpse into his rival, knocking the man to the ground. Even as the trooper pushed the body off, Xander leapt on top of him, trapping his gun-wrist under his foot before grabbing the man’s head in his hands and, after taking a second to savour the fear he saw in his rival’s eyes, twisted, snapping his neck.
Eager for more kills he looked up only to see his sire staring down at him, her eyes approving and her clothes covered in blood. “Not bad lover,” she pulled him to his feet before pulling him into a long kiss that no human couple could emulate.
“Wow, that was just awesome.”
Xander turned away to see a curvy blonde with thick, pouty lips and ocean blue eyes standing beside a tomb. “Harmony Kendall.”
“Wow, Xander Harris if I knew you’d had such potential I’d have turned you myself. And dig the new look,” the blonde vampire turned to Xander’s sire. “I just bet you’re responsible for it aren’t you?”
“Who the hell are you?” Faith demanded, her tone impatient.
“She’s Harmony Kendall, I went to school with her, she got turned at graduation.”
Faith nodded at his explanation, he’d told her about the massacre that had ended the Mayor’s ascension. “You looking for a new boss Harm?”
“Oh yeah, now blondie bear’s disappeared, I’m looking to trade up.”
Faith looked at him. “Blondie bear?” he shrugged, that sounded like the least fearsome vampire ever.
“Spike,” Harmony explained.
“Ah,” Faith circled the blonde, stopping behind her and stepping in close, her hands travelling Harmony’s curves. “I can see certain advantages, but first you have to pass the initiation. Xan,” Faith glanced towards him. “Lift her up, put her up on that tomb, and fuck her.”
Snarling eagerly, he grabbed the laughing blonde and flung her down on the tomb. With one violent pull, he tore her leather mini off and flung it to the ground. Grabbing her ankles and pulling them apart, he looked down into the vampire’s eager eyes and grinned, oh this was going to be fun. “Wait.” Xander looked at his Sire. “I got sire’s rights, X. Me first.”
Xander considered protesting then remembered the up side of watching two babes get down and dirty and found himself hardening. “Sure.”
Faith winked at him before stepping into his previous position. “Oh the fun we’re going to have,” she purred, “me, Xan, and you.” Suddenly her hands lunged down to rip open Harmony’s blouse. “Just one problem,” Faith’s stake plunged into the blonde’s heart. “I don’t like vampires.”
“What the-!” eyes widening in shock, Xander stepped towards Faith only to stop when his sire’s cold eyes flashed towards him.
“You see Xander it’s a funny thing, I’m a vampire yeah, but the Slayer mojo is still inside me, I still want to kill every vampire I see.” He swallowed. “Except,” he moaned as Faith was suddenly by his side, her stake against his chest, “my childe. For some reason the sire-childe bond’s more important. As long as you keep me happy. But don’t worry X, once we get out of this two bit town, I’m going to be making plenty of childes, only the best though and as first childe you’ll get first pick who you want, after me of -, ” suddenly Faith looked away, a grin parting her sensual lips. “Ah, I smell the blood of a Scooby. Let’s party.”
* * *
Willow hurried through Sunnydale’s darkened streets, wondering at the stupidity that had her out so late. Normally she’d never be out this late alone, always she’d have the comforting blanket of Buffy with her but with her friend being practically comatose right now….
Her thoughts were interrupted when a shape stepped out in front of her. Heart racing, she reached for her cross. “Hey Red.”
Blood drained from her face. This wasn’t a vampire, it was something, someone, far worse. “F…Faith.”
The shank Slayer beamed at her and
waved. “Long time no see! What’s been happening with you?”
“Broke up with Oz,” Willow started to back away even though she knew that in a foot-race she was doomed to come off second best to the east coast bitch.
“Ah bad news,” Faith nodded. “Although Wolfie, not the most fun at a party.” Willow’s eyes widened as the Slayer reached into her jacket and pulled out a switchblade. “You can run now if you want. Maybe you’ll even get to -.”
Turning, she raced away from the Slayer, the brunette trollop’s mocking laughter echoing in her ears. Swinging round a corner, she crashed headfirst into a thick chest and fell to the ground. Looking up she saw… “Xander, but,” Willow shook her head, explanations later. “Run! Faith’s after me!”
“I know,” she opened her mouth to scream
but only a croak came out when Faith stepped out from behind him and the pair
morphed into vampires, “I’m with her.”
“Hey Willow,” Faith beamed, “looks like
there’s been a few changes round here.”
* * *
Faith grinned as the red-head turned to run, lunging forward she grabbed the Wicca’s swinging hair and yanked, sending the uppity bitch crashing back to the ground. “Hold her arms Xman,” she instructed. Once her childe had obeyed, she straddled the Wicca’s stomach. “Knee across the throat X,” she ordered, “don’t want anyone to hear her screams.”
She grinned as her childe did as he was told. This was gonna be good. “You
know Red,” she slapped Xander’s childhood friend across the face, the blow
drawing blood, “I really think I’m going to enjoy this.” She giggled at the
stench of fear coming over B’s number one crony. Still chuckling, she ripped
open Willow’s blouse and tore her bra off, sticking it in her mouth. After
motioning to Xander to move his knee, she took a second to examine her captive’s
breasts. “Not bad Red. A little small, a guy likes a handful, that right Xman?”
”Oh yeah.”
“Still, gotta work with what you got.” Lowering her switchblade she started to carve a symbol into Willow’s right breast, enjoying the sight of the Wicca’s tears and hearing her muffled whimpers. “X,” she stopped with the red-head’s pained thrashings got too much, “hold her still.” She smiled when Xander took a firmer grip. “Better.” She continued with her artwork. “When I’ve finished with these babies, no man will even notice any size issues.” After finishing the right, she made the symbol on the left. “What ya think X?”
“Really pretty,” Xander approved.
”Oh thanks,” she beamed at her childe’s praise before leaning towards and
kissing him. “He’s so sweet. No wonder you crushed on him for years Red, he’s
a wicked boyfriend. A real stud under the sheets too, you missed out there.
Little Xander ain’t so little if you get my drift. Now where we?” She
chuckled. “Oh yeah.” She thrust the knife all the way through Willow’s creamy
white throat to the ground below and watched with fascination as the blood
pumped out onto the grass and the life fled Willow’s body before looking up at
her boyfriend. “Let’s find some fresh meat to defile and eat!”
“Virgins?”
Faith beamed. “Works for me lover.”