RE-VAMPED: The NEW BUFFY the VAMPIRE SLAYER

[papillon24]

Darla

I grabbed the shirt from off the bed and threw it on quickly and hurried after Angel.

"I din't mean for this to happen, well......... kinda I did, but your here now and that is what counts. Please don't go. I need help from both of you."

He just stood there, his soul shining in his eyes, the awful thing. I linked my arm in his and lead him back inside.

"It's time to get back inside. the clouds are breaking up and I don't want you floating off in dust form. Especially since I just found you"

 

[Neale]

Spike

Spike, hauled bodily back into his lair, glared at Angel's departing backside, and said "Right, soul-boy! You just keep that shit up, and we'll see who the Big Bad is, in Sunnydale!"

Darla covered herself, hastily, and rushed after Angel, saying that she needed both their help. Spike simply laughed, "Oh, come on, luv... what's the matter? Dru too much for you? She always was hard to handle. No, I know... you got so hungry for a real man, being dead and all, you want both of us to take you, right? You can count me right out of whatever stupid scheme you've got, luv. You and Mr. Happy here can knock yourselves out. I've got a sweet deal going on here, in lovely downtown Sunnydale, and I'm not going to have you two barging in, and fucking it up! Why don't you just collect the pansy, and take off?"

Spike lit another cigarette and glared at the both of them.

 

[Triple J]

Angel

I was more confused than I had been in a long time. I knew that these feelings for Darla were going to cloud my judgement, but she was right, damn her - the clouds didn't look reliable enough to risk the sun. Although I knew Spike too well to assume there was no other way out of his lair...

Cursing my emotions I allowed Darla to lead me back inside, and prayed to whatever gods would listen for a fight to break out amongst the three of us - violence always clears my head nicely. It's so simple. Leaning up against the wall I inhaled deeply, tasting the musty air in the back of my throat. I was as ready as I'd ever be to hear Darla out, and perhaps the information would prove useful if I could keep my mind sufficiently detatched from her.

As I waited for her to talk I gazed through the smoke which thickened the air from Spike's ciggarette; looking for a tell-tale crack in the dusty stone floor that might indicate an exit.

[Edited by Triple J on 04-16-2001 at 07:47 PM]

 

[Kasha]

Buffy

"Hi Dawnie, you need to hang out here with Giles and the scoobs.... STAY HERE!!! I hope you understand me...Clearly. I have to go and talk to Spike. You keep Xander company for me k...look after his bruised...ego.." I smile over at Xander and give Dawn the 'I'm the big sister, and you had better listen to me look'.
"Giles, I think you should look into some of your 'all knowing' books and see if you can come up with a reason for this weird weather andfind out if there are any Big Meanines that are due to be showing up around this time. I need to go over to Spike's and get all th info outta him that I can..." With that I head back to the dressing room and grab my my long, rose-pink suede jacket, throw it on flip my hair about, and check myself out in the mirror. ~Looking my best can't hurt, although he's dead... I'm sure most of his vital parts work properly...~ I check the plunging neckline of my 'Daisy Duke-ish" shirt'. Long lean neck followed by a good amount of flushed cleavage...very nice.

I briskly walk to my car jump in and head over to Spike's pad. I park a little ways a way, that way as I walk over I can clear my head and let my aggression build. Thoughts of Angel being here have me a bit concerned... I have come to the realization that, well I must be a glutton fr punishment. ~What the hell is wrong with you, why must I fall in love with and be only attracted to the one thing I am genetically made to kil? What a cruel trick for fate to play on me...~ While my turbulent thoughts roll around in my head and spill off my tongue, I see Spike exiting his lair....

I stop across from him, hands on my hips, head cocked to the side..."Hey, it's little early for you to be out harassing th neighbors, Where you off to with such a quickness?"

 

[Dawn2]

Dawn

"Very funny Xander"

walks in and punches him in the shoulder
turns as buffy walks in, when she tells me i have to stay i give her my "little sister, pretty please" look

"Buuufffy, why do i have to stay here?"

 

[Neale]

Spike

ohshit, Spike thought to himself. He had just walked out on Darla and Angel, and was trying to get away from that bad scene... and now, the object of his extremely frustrated desires was walking up, probably to beat information out of him, as usual.

"Uh, Slayer! So nice of you to drop by the lair, and all, but I was just, uh, headed out to shoot some billiards! Right, and pick up some smokes. So, if you are feeling some Slayer urge to beat up a vampire, how about getting on with it! I've got places to go, people to see..."

She looked so incredibly sexy and full of life... Spike had a very hard time maintaining his usual front of callous asshole vampire to her face. She was setting off hunger signals on all levels, and he'd been wanting this meal for a very long time now, one way or another.

 

[Fly_On_Wall]

Xander pats the table 3 times. "Come on Dawn. I'll tell you my story of triumph over 5 count them 5 vampires." seeing a look of disbeliefe in her eyes he slumps down. "Okay fine the one triped on my stake and the others disapeared... but i did win." jumps to his feet. "Me Xander..." pounds his chest "destroy vamps, protect you Jane.. er.. Dawn"

"JANE!" Anya yells at Xander "are you seeing another girl?"

"No" he says slumping back down on the chair and table "I was being tarzan" he says rolling his eyes.

"Oh! you mean that guy in the jungle that yells with the monkey?" Anya drifts off dreaming "Can you be him tonight?"

Xander gives her a stair and points to Dawn with his eyes "Anya!"

 

[papillon24]

Darla

"Angel I need both you and spike remember the wonderful times we all had together, I kinda miss that. I'll be right back."

I walked outside to catch up with Spike and I did indeed catch up. Him and the slayer standing there talking. I don't get it. both turn as I tried to dodge out of view from them to avoid a fight, but too late.They came. I had to return back to the lair. I ran up to my Angelus.

"Angelus hold me like you used to" pressing myself into his arms. With that I pressed my lips to his in apassionate kiss.

[Edited by papillon24 on 04-17-2001 at 11:59 AM]

 

[Triple J]

Angel

As I stood reflecting on the situation in the shadows of the crypt I wondered how things were in LA. Did Cordie and Wes miss me? I hoped they were enjoying a relaxing, demonless break in their routine...just as long as they don't get too used to it. The thought of Wes's quitting speech on my return made me smile. Never gonna happen.

I glanced up as Spike, seemingly tired of the tense atmosphere that was starting to become increasingly stifeling, relieved the pressure by exiting his lair. I didn't try to stop him.

Darla seemed about to speak, but then walked hurriedly out after Spike, presumably to catch up with him. I sighed. Perhaps I should be leaving after all - this excersion was getting me nowhere - but Darla rushed back inside and threw herself at me. We kissed, and I tasted the metallic tang of her last meal on my tounge...Again my mind flashed back to our shared past; but only briefly for at that moment I heard approaching footsteps. Two people. One had to be Spike, I recognized the sound of his boots on the turf outside and the arrogance in his tread easily. The other...She was wearing a new pair of shoes - sounded expensive - but that was unmistakably the light, confident padding of Buffy's feet.

I throw Darla off me and leap for the door, closing it quickly. I wonder why Spike is *with* Buffy; why he's not fighting or fleeing...Unless Spike wants Buffy to find Darla and I in here. That would make things very difficult for all three of us, he'd no doubt feel it made his day worthwhile. But possibly Spike is doing his best to keep Buffy *away* from us: if Darla was spotted, Buffy would naturally follow her (if indeed she thought she recognised her of course), and perhaps Spike wasn't ready for the Slayer to learn of his current hideout just yet, or of Darla's presence in Sunnydale.

I have no idea what's going on in Spike's mind, or Buffy's for that matter; but the footsteps draw nearer to the closed door. All I can do is wait.

 

[Kasha]

Buffy

"Spike, as crazy as it seems I thought better of you, what the FUCK is DARLA doing in your lair....better question, why THE FUCK am I standing here debating it with you and not kicking the shit out of that bitch", I say this surpisingly calmly. I am seeing nothing but blood red. I feel my heart pumping, the adrenaline flowing thru my veins, almost like fire. I know I must kill and do it now, swiftly, but not swiftly enough with this one.... Oh no she and I have a past and I am about to put it away.... forever.


I walk quickly, almost sprinting over to the entrance of Spike's lair, my hate for Darla, keeps my rage going, but also the thought of her with yet someone else...although no one but me knows it...someone elsee that I have strange and mixed feelings for...well, I can't take it. I always fought against the imageof Darla in my head while Angel and I were together... always wondering, did he truly love me or was I just a replacement or the woman he had been with for ages. It was so frustrating, trying to keep up with a ghost...or in this instance... a vampire. I feel my pulse quicken as I start to ready my body for the fight....

I grab the handle of Spike's door, I jerk it open and I wait a split second for my sight to adjust. I get a grip on the surroundings of Spike's very unlavish abode. I look toward the living room area and I gasp...

I feel my heart, it feels like lead. I want to scream and I want to be a regular girl.. right now. You know the scene, the girl walks in and sees her true love with someone new....or old. She turns and flees only for him to catch up to her and swing her into his arms and tell her it's all a mistake... that he loves her....and only her. Forever.

Not in this life.. I am not that "normal girl", and I never ever will be. I am the SLAYER. So, although I can't live out that particular fantasy... I can do what I can, I can fuck up this chick who I have had isues with for too long a time...so hey that might be a little healthier. I have to let my emotions take a back seat as I ready myself for battle.

"Angel, things never seem to change, do they. Don't try and stop me... I will kill you too if I have to. Say your good byes to her now." In the blink of an eye I am right next to Darla, and I flash her my brightest smile, hoping she understands the sarcasm in that simple gesture. "Darla, I told you once if I saw you again I would kill you, you must really have a death wish." To punctuate my meaning, my hand slams into Darla's turning face. Before she can completely change I pick her up and toss her across the room..she lands with a thud... Of course, she wit be no worsee for it, "Come on Darla, let's play, Angel, Spike, I know how you boys love a catfight."

 

[papillon24]

Darla

" I didn't come for a fight, slayer. I still mad at the fact that you and angel killed me but I'm back for him. I made him. With out me you would have never had the chance to fall in love with him. You owe me" I screamed at her.
I knew I fight with her would be illogical so I stayed in my human form. She just seemed to stand there, surprised. I started to pace around her
"Slayer, I came back from the dead as a human."

I got behind her still talking things out, not mentioning my my other form, and grabbed her by the hair, changed to vamp form and sunk my teeth into her neck.

"Decisions decisions, should I kill her or turn her. I'll turn her for the fun of it"

God, she tasted so good, Spike had been right those many hundreds of years ago when he killed his first slayer. Their blood was the sweetest.

 

[sex-maniac69]

hey kasha remember me?

 

[Neale]

Spike

Things were happening too fast for the Brit vampire to follow... First Darla, then Angel, then Buffy... Spike's brain was in a whirl of confusion, so he just stood there, stunned, as Buffy attacked Darla... and lost. Darla sunk her fangs into Buffy's neck, and Spike saw the life flee her body, with preternatural quickness.

"Buffy!" Galvanized into action, Spike leaped forward, terror giving him strength beyond any he'd ever known before. Snarling, he kicked Darla right in the face, breaking at least one fang off with his boot, throwing her against Angel, who also seemed stunned by the turn events had taken.

Spike scooped Buffy up into his arms, and fled into the twilight. Neither of the other vampires knew the graveyard like he did, so he was easily able to take a path that he knew they'd never be able to follow.

He could feel the life slipping away from the amazingly frail form in his arms. "C'mon, Slayer!" He growled at her, "I'm supposed to be the one that kills you, remember? You can't let that jumped up tart finish you off! Where's that famous Slayer spirit you lot are always going on about?"

Spike stopped in a hidden part of the graveyard. The hospital was just too far away... The Magic Box was just too far away... The only help for Buffy was right here, and he was it. His vampiric senses told him, only too plainly, that she was dying. "Dammit, Buffy! It's not supposed to be like this! Don't you fucking dare die on me! What the hell am I going to do without you?"

Spike knew that there was only way he could help her, the only 'assistance' a vampire could give a human. Taking a pocketknife out, he opened it. The shining metal blade flashed in the moonlight, then descended to slash open his wrist. His blood flowed freely, and he moved his wrist to Buffy's mouth. "C'mon, darlin', drink up... Spike's got a tasty treat for you..."

 

[papillon24]

Darla

"Damnit" Crying out in pain. I always did hate it when this happened. It would come back though,eventually.

Getting up off the floor I realized that Spike and My pray were gone. at least my Angelus haden't left me. I made my way over to him and colapsed in his arms.

I wiped some of the blood from my mouth and reached it up to his lips. I just knew he wanted a taste. "Angelus, a the taste of a slayer for you." touching the blood to his lips.

The touch of his tounge to my fingers was exhilarating. I moved up and placed gentle kisses upon his neck. a reminder of the old times

Damn, I wanted him so bad, even with that soul of his. It mad him more intriguing than he already was

 

[Fly_On_Wall]

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In here room lite with only candle light in her under garments Tera stood next to Willow stareing deep into her eyes.
"What if this isn't the end?" she asked pulling back the waist of her panties. "What if it is just the begining to something bigger? Something i can't controle?" Willow took Tera's hands and pulled her closer. "I lover you and you know it" Willow said kissing her on the top lip. "No matter what happens nothing will change that. Do you understand."
"But Will..." Tera said pushing herself away and turning around. "What if my family was right? What if my Deamon side really is uncontroleable." turning around fast gazeing at willow. "My mother died when i was young. I don't know why, for what reason she did. Mabey it was casue of the Deamon blood."

"Do you remeber when i read Romeo and Juliet to you?" Willow asked Tera. The two now Stood in the middle of a cemitary in old robes Willow dressed as Romeo and Tera as Juliet "Remeber you said it was so romantic their Lover went beond all boundries? Well so can Ours." Willow lifted a flask of poison and prepared to drink it, as Romeo did when he Found Juliet in her death-like sleep.
"NO!" Tera screamed as she jetted forth to prevent her lover from killing herself. It wasn't till seconds after the dagger she held went deep into Willows chest, that she realised she was holding it the whole time.
"Terra?" Willow said lookig to the dagger "you've killed me? You Bitch you ARE a monster. Why did i ever love a beast like you?
Terra knelt besider her love and looked at the blood on her hands as it engulfed her arms turning them scaly like a dragons and claw like nails formed on her fingers.
"Embrase your true self." a voice came from behind her. "see what you realy are." the voice was that of Oz as he crawled up her back. "You can't even controle yourself. you killed her. In all the time i was with Willow" Oz said turning to wolf form "I never harmed her. That is why she still loves me. But why Stop with just her?"
Tera now in the form of a demon stood in the Middle of a dark room with all her friends around her. Buffy, Xander, Dawn, Geils, Anya and a shadowy figure she could not make out.
"KILL 'EM ALL" Oz rang out to her. and with one swift move of her masive claw she gutted them all, but did not stop there she began to feast on their flesh. The shadow walked up To her and asked "is the really you? or just your worst fear? You will find out in the near future.
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"WILLOW!" Tera screamed awakeing from her dream not realising as of yet what happened. rubeing her arms over her head and down her sholders and chest to make sure she was still human her hand made their way over her whole body till she realised that bulge was still there. "Was it just a dream?" she asked herself and looked up towards the door she had left open and seen a figure standing there she couldn't make out and it walked away. she remebered the last words of her dream from the shadowy figure "you will find our in the near future." and ran off to fallow it but could not find where it was. "I must find Willow" she said and headed off to where she was sure she could be found. The Magic Box.

[Edited by Fly_On_Wall on 04-19-2001 at 08:19 AM]

 

[Triple J]

Angel

My mind was dancing, an insane ballet; a firework on the fourth of July inside my skull.

Buffy had burst into the room and seeing her and Darla together...I broke down inside. The two girls I had loved most in all my life - my long life - it was like I couldn't imagine them co-existing in the same reality. A strange music filled my ears: violins, pipes and penny whistles...the old country. I saw Buffy dressed as a serving wench in a tavern, cavorting with the men-folk and doleing out drinks and kisses. Then dancing, a smile still playing on her face, whirling about the room like the angel she is...But it was a violent dance. A dance full of kicks and swipes, punches and chops; leaping gracefully up into the smoky air and crashing thunderously down on the already trembling wooden tables; shattering their flimsy frames...And she came closer to me - so beautiful, so happy - and to Darla; and the dance increased in its intensity, the fiddle sped up to a screech of strings, and Buffy kicked and punched and beat Darla, my love, about the face and arms...

I shook my head. I must have blacked out - what was happening to me? - awaking in time to see Buffy's prostrate form in Spike's arms fleeing from the crypt. I had to follow her, I had to know she was alright; what was Spike going to do? But there was Darla...

In my mind I saw my heart ripped in two, each fleshy ventricle battling the other; the victorous segment pumping in my chest stronger than the whole had ever done.

Darla filled my senses and I tasted blood on my lips, warm and fresh...it had been so long; and it was Buffy, and it was Darla. Imagine a man who has not tasted anything but water for twenty years of his life being awoken suddenly from a dream and given a sip the finest vintage Champagne. The blood from Darla's tooth mixed with the blood of the Slayer and I felt alive. Weakened, confused, perhaps insane...but so very awake, aware...aware of my Vampyric nature. My true self. The eternal beast I had imprisoned within me was freed at last. My conscience had lost the battle; my sole was laying unconscious; dormant in a bed of its inherent weakness.

I embrace Darla and kiss her feircly, my tongue senseing the taste of powerful liquid encorcelled by my lust that still clung to hers; the last drops of her blood on her re-growing fang little tastes of nocturnal supremacy. I feel my cock hardening in my constrictive modern garb and am overcome by a wave of desire for her. Clasping her body to mine I rip at her clothing; desperate to feel her flesh against mine. I have to be inside her...have to fuck her like I had on the night I first woke in my new body; soul-less and free, and burning with a passion for the pleasures of life one can only feel when one gives up their own.

One I've stripped her, I gaze at her body. Such beautiful pale skin. She shivers slightly in the cool air; but she smiles sinfully and advances towards me...

 

[papillon24]

Darla

"Ah, my boy. you have come back to me. this is the Angelus I created"

I move closer and feel a draft but the cold doen't bother me. Leaning aginst him, we both drop to our knees to the hard concreate floor.

"Remember the night I turned you" running a fang along his neck, " you were filled with so much rage and passion that night. I remember the way you felt in my arms when I first started to drink. " With this I removed his jacket and shirt.

"It was just us the night you awoke and emerged from your burial, and our celebration was in that large crypt among the rest of the dead" I strattled over his lap and started to grind against his hardness.

He wanted me, I could see it in his eyes. How could I resist. I wanted to bring out the darkness I knew was there. I wanted him to want me like no other.

 

[Triple J]

Angel

She was right, this did feel like our first time together had. She called me Angelus. I know I'm not Angelus...but she's brought him out from wherever I buried him. It's his lust for her blood; his lust for her sex that I feel now. I know it's not a good idea, but at least I'm not hurting anyone. The wolf inside needs to run free for a while, and who better than Darla for it to run with? I won't mourn her loss if I fuck her to death.

So as she sits in my lap grinding her flesh against my crotch, and running her fang over my skin I grasp her buttocks and pull her higher up my body. My tongue flicks over her nipples and darts up towards her throat. She leans back, her hair spilling down her back and falling against my hands; and it's my turn to bear my teeth. I nibble at her neck and tenderly taste her blood - it seems to boil in my mouth. As the cut heals beneath my tongue I reach a hand up behind her head and pull her into a rough kiss...

 

[Kasha]

Buffy

Spinning, falling, flying, dying. I feel as if I am in a dream, not able to wake but knowing, just knowing that I am caught in a dream or nightmare. I see lights, more brilliant than I have ever seen in my waking life. I feel a cool breeze that turns colder, I feel the cold seep into me, into my bones, my blood, my soul. I feel my eyes try to open only to be shut. I feel the falling sensation again and then suddenly I hear some type of music, beautifully harmonic, mesmerrizing. I begin to feel a bit at ease, the floating takes place of the falling. I begin to relax, then a pain like none other I have ever experienced forces its way through me. I feel heat, so hot I must be dying in the burning fires of hell. I feel the uncomfortableness of my skin, tightening, constricting me. I cannot take this, wake up, wake up, wake up. I finally begin to get a grip on reality, or some sembalence of it.

Before I open my eyes, a flash of everything that had happened goes through my brain. Darla, yes that's what happened, Darla. I was fighting with her, goading her, then something happened, something that shouldn't have. She bit me..she bit me hard. With that realization came a rage, rage and a feeling of betrayal coursing thru my veins with a mind all their own. I feel like killing, killing her, killing something, anything.

I open my eyes and the first thing I see is Spike. The next thing I notice is his scent. I know Spike's choice of cologne, and this was it, but something more. I smell him...his essence, the maleness of him, I can smell his fear but also the lust pouring out of him. I can almost read his mind just through his scent... WHY?

"GET away Spike, now, I am honestly not in any mood to toy with you right now!", I slowly sit up, realizing now tahtwe are no longer in Spike's "lair" but out amoung my patrol grounds..."Why do you have me out here, did you come up with this little scheme with Darla, Why didn't you do it Spike, Why didn't you bite me!, Why let that bitch have all the fun!, all the fun, I just know you've been dreaming about!" I try to stand up, but not very gracefully. I feel a bit groggy, like my body isn't my own, what the hell is going on.."Spike, what the FUCK did YOU do to ME!!!!!!!"

[Edited by Kasha on 04-19-2001 at 11:24 PM]

 

[Neale]

Spike

Spike watched as Buffy reflexively drank from his slashed wrist, softly at first. Then, as the power of his blood began to wash through her like a tidal wave, she gripped his arm, and began to suck at his wound hungrily. "There you go, luv... drink deep, and get all better. Okay, Slayer. Okay! That's bloody enough, dammit!" He wrenched his arm away from her, and stood back, watching as she became aware of her surroundings, and started to curse at him.

Spike looked at her as her body attempted to adjust to the changes even now coursing through her. He cradled his slashed arm as it dripped in great, red spots on the ground.

"Great, some thanks I get. I saved your life, you stupid bint! Well, sort of, anyway. Yeah, Darla bit the big, bad Slayer, but I didn't have a damn thing to do with it! Look, Buffy, you know damn well that this fucking chip in my head wouldn't let me suck your precious Slayer blood out, no matter how much I wanted to. "

Buffy stood slowly, but looked about ready to collapse at any second.

"I grabbed you up, and ran with you. I wasn't about to let that bitch have the satisfaction of watching you die. You were fading fast, and I couldn't get you to a hospital or your friends fast enough, so I did the only thing I could think of: I let you drink my blood. Welcome to my world, Slayer... you've been turned."

Spike could sense the changes multiplying in her even while they spoke. In all his years, he'd never heard of a Slayer being turned. No one had ever been crazy enough to try! Obviously, her transformation wasn't going through the normal process, since she was already conscious and standing. When he had been turned, so long ago, he'd been dead to the world until at least the next night.

"So, do we call you the vampire Vampire Slayer now?" He grinned at her, at least part of him reveling in the sight of her, the scent of her... she was even closer now to the darkness in which he lived, and she was sexier than ever.

 

[Kasha]

Buffy

"Oh God, Spike. What does that mean, I mean is that possible.... Do I look different, because let me tell you, I feel very, very different."

So many things are flowing through my mind. What do I do now, should I go and tell Giles, will I have to die. Is this my destiny, am I dead? I take a deep breathe in, trying to calm myself. Get a grip, focus. As I breathe in deeply I can hear my own pulse, I can hear every thing around me, but it isn't distracting. How very odd. I feel as though my blood is on fire, that I am glowing. The energy I feel like the energy I feel after I work out, or finish slaying, the endorphins kicked up and my adrenaline pumping but this is so much more.

I have dreamt this, this has been one of my longerst standing nightmares. me, the Slayer, being turned into a vampire. Am I doomed to walk the earth souless killing and stalking, while being stalked myself.

I turn to Spike, I can see the concern in his eyes, I also notice he's in a bit of pain. With my newer sense of him, I notice the trickle of blood slowly falling to the ground. The earth has a puddle of blood, fresh, hot, his.
I have the urge to lap it up, like a kitten does a fresh bowl of cream...UGH, stop. Looking down at the blood, I remember now, Spike's blood flowing into my mouth, the warm, coppery taste. Like rich, red velvet. He saved me... saved me from dying..

With eyes full of emotion, I turn my head up to Spike, "Thank you, you could have found a way to kill me, but you saved me, thank you. Oh God, Spike, what do I do? i have no one, no one I can tell, no one that can help me. i don't know if you know this or not but I am not very welcome in your plasma bars. My friends, have I got any now, am i dangerous to them now......Spike, I know you hate me, you do have every right, but please, please help me."

[Edited by Kasha on 04-22-2001 at 12:12 AM]

 

[Neale]

Buffy's words caused parts of Spike's calloused soul to melt... He'd been falling for her for quite a while now, but had always refused to admit to himself, or anyone else... Still, he had an image to maintain, and there was no way she was going to get to him! Right?

"Help you?" Spike laughed a strange laugh, "Oh, right, we're both vamps now, and that's supposed to make us mates? Waitaminnit. Why aren't you fully vamped out? Your soul ought to be gone, Slayer. You fucking died! I ought to be standing here, talking to a truly psychotic, murderous bitch... my kind of gal, really, but you're still whining about your precious friends? What the hell kind of vampire are you, anyway?"

"Ah, it's all ballsed up, anyway. Look, you come with me, and I'll get some blood for you." She looked at him hungrily, but with apprehension plain in her eyes. "Don't worry, Slayer. We're going to get takeout from the plasma bar, alright?"

He noticed she was shivering, and took off his leather jacket, "Here," he said, gruffly, "Put this on, you'll be kinda sensitive to cold for a while."

 

[papillon24]

Darla

Oh, how wonderful it was to have him back again. I had awaited this night for the longest time. It was time to turn him back to evil. He was starting to change anyway. I could see it in his eyes. He wanted blood, fresh human blood.

I embraced the sting of the bite upon my neck and the kiss upon my lips.

I stood up, bringing him with me and lead him over to the bed. I laid dom onmy back, beconning him with my eyes to take me, do what he wished with me.

I wondered if sleeping with the on who sired him would turn him back to Angelus and destroy Angel. Only time would tell.

 

[Triple J]

Angel

I stand still for a second, drinking in the image of Darla's body with my eyes. I can tell she needs this as much as I do; completely stripped she lays writhing, her legs open exposing her glistening sex to me: raising her hips and clutching at the edges of the matrass with her fingers as if to keep them from her crotch...

As much as I enjoy making her wait I can't restrain myself any longer. I undress quickly and stand at the edge of the bed. Her eyes stray below my waist and she smiles; then I reach down and grasp her by the ankles, pulling her to the edge of the bed and holding her legs up against my body. Her ass rubs against my thigh, and letting go of one ankle for a second I ease my cock into her, forcing myself to do it slowly. Once inside her I return my hand to her calf and stand stock still, eyes closed, enjoying the sensation of the grip of her cunt. Then I start to fuck her.

I thrust into her hard: medium-paced, powerful, rhythmic strokes as she gasps in pleasure beneath me; unable to escape my lust even if she wanted to. I run a fang along her right ankle and drink from her; just a small taste to highten my passion with pleasure, and hers with pain. I reach down and slicken my fingers in her juices, then start to massage her clit, rubbing it fast in a circlular motion as I pump my cock inside her.

I release her legs, and she sits up to embrace me, wrapping her legs around my back. I stand up and turn around, then sit down on the bed with Darla straddling my lap. I lick beads of sweat from the nipples of her perfect breasts and then lean up to kiss her, letting her bite down on my lip to give our tongues a sweeter flavour.

She grinds her hips against mine as I clutch at her back and buttocks; pulling her body against mine as she moves to kneel over me. I lay back so that she can take her turn on top...

 

[Kasha]

Willow

I just know something is really strange around here, I wish Tera felt up to coming here. I guess she has had it pretty rough the last few days. I hope she feels better when I get home.... I wonder why I'm so horny now. It can't be because of her new...appendage. I have to be honest with myself, I do miss being with a man, well I don't guess I was ever really with a man...Oz. He was sorta like a man, but I do wonder sometimes what it would be like be with someone else..someone like...maybe Xander. That would never fly. He has snappy Anya now, so I don't guess he really has feelings for me anymore.. Willow, get a clue, get to work, STOP day dreaming...

"Oh, Dawn. Xander, Dawn fell asleep in the window seat will you pick her up and help me take her into Buffy's nap area."

I move over to Dawn as Xander gently picks her up, then takes her and lays her in Buffy's day bed that is in the back office. Xander is so gentle with her...strange. Why didI just have that jealous streak run through me when he layed her down so softly.

I lean down an cover her up, brushing her hair back. i look over at Xander, still puzzled by what weird things are going on in my head. "Hey, Xan, I know you've been in that "huge" brawl today, but I feel like working out, do you want to be my "workout buddy"? i'm gonna go get changed just come in the workout room if you want to okay.."

I wander back into Buffy's shower area. This whole back area was made for her, but she said since we all help to fight against all the weird and evil stuff that seems to congregate in Sunnydale. we should all have the priveledge of getting to workout here at the Magic shop and not some elitest, "hip" sports club. I open up the huge wardrobe, some kinda deal Giles brought over from England...he said something about it reminding him of a book he loved as a youngster...hahaaha...Giles, he's so funy. I look over to my little section of this over grown closet, my selection of clothes is all still pretty new, considering Buffy and Tera made me buy all this workout stuff to keep here..I haven't had a real chance to wear it.. Well no better day than today.

I decide on the all black body suit, it is strechy and spanex, what's cool about it is that is that it zips up one side. Buffy chose this one, she has these in every color, when I tried it on she whistled and hollered "oooohh SEXY". I couldn't stop blushing. I am gonna wear it today, it's just Xander I'll be working out with. I throw on my socks and shoes, then go over to the mirrow and straighten up my ever growing hair. It must be that herbal shampoo that Tera made, this stuff works great, my hair is growing faster than I can keep up. I toss my head over and start pulling up my long, layered hair. I stand straight up and fix the bun/ponytail thing I had created.


I pop in a piece of juicy fruit gum, then I traipse into the other room. I go over to the stereo and hunt for a cd. I like working out to "The Matrix" soundtrack. I fnd it put it in and turn it up....way up. I lay on the floor and start to stretch.....wondering if Xander is gonna come.