Nightmares Do Come
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Author: Alicia Email: [email protected] Rating: NC-17 Timeline: Season One Summary: Buffy starts her life as a vamp... Spoilers: Nightmares... Disclaimer: Do I look like Joss Whedon to you???? Notes: This is my response to Lady Destiny's (Jess) challenge... What if during the episode "Nightmares" Buffy being a vampire could not be reversed simply by Billy being returned to his body. How would things change? What would her friends do? How would Angel react? Most importantly, what would Buffy do? You know from her comments that she did not have, or was going to not have, a soul. Take it from there. Must haves: B/A togetherness...don't care how Buffy talking to the Master Chains Handcuffs A blindfold A gag
"Can we hurry up, please, coz I'm starting to get hungry..." Buffy said as she walked off in the direction of the hospital. Angel sighed in relief from his hiding place in the bushes. He had heard about the place of darkness in the middle of the day and had decided to check it out. He had wondered around until he had spotted her grave. Buffy's grave. Had it been beating, his heart would have stopped. As it was, pain shot through his entire being, not wanting to accept the fact that he was staring at her grave. Angel had hidden when he heard her friends approach, not wanting to be with anyone just then. He had fallen to his knees when he witnessed her rising. Everything in him had shattered at the sight of Buffy as a vampire...just like him. He had seen a Slayer turned before, in fact, he had been her Sire. In the beginning, she still had small parts of her soul. She had still cared about her friends and family, she had still wanted to help save the world. For a while. She began to lose her hold on her soul after her first feeding. Angel could remember her struggle, he hated the thought of having to watch Buffy go through it as well... He hoped that they could reverse this. He hoped that Billy was the key... *~*~*~* Buffy held Billy's hand as they both unmasked the majorly ugly guy. In an instant, the world returned to normal...or so it seemed. Buffy felt her face, the vampire features had disappeared. "How do I look??" she asked her friends... They all smiled at her. Buffy sighed in relief. Thank GOD! Buffy didn't want to be a vampire. She didn't feel the same, though. She was different than before. She shrugged it off, thinking that it was probably just a small side effect of the whole 'I was a blood-sucking demon' thing... Maybe not such a small one, afterall... *~*~*~* The gang started out of the hospital, Buffy trailing behind, slightly. The sun hit her full-force, the burning sensation on her skin causing her to growl and seek out the shaded area... Buffy was confused. She hadn't morphed or anything and she had thought that waking Billy up would help. And it had, for a while. Her friends noticed that she had stopped walking. "What's the matter, Buffy?" Giles asked her. They looked at her expectantly. "Umm...I just need to go ask Billy something. I'll meet you guys back at the library later on." She rushed into the comfort of the enclosed hospital without waiting for their answer. Willow bit her lip. "Do you think she's okay, Giles?" She asked worriedly. Xander dismissed her concerns. "Yeah, she'll be fine, she's Buffy!" he laughed. *~*~*~* Buffy walked around the hospital, trying to ignore the hunger gathering in the pit of her stomach. The stench of blood and death filled her extra-sensitive senses, only serving to add to her need. She was sickened by the whole thing. The very people that she had saved only minutes ago, she wanted to tear limb from limb. Worse yet, she wanted to rip out their throats and sink her fangs into their lovely necks... Fangs...? Buffy didn't have fangs. Nor did she have any other vampire characteristics apart from the reaction to sunlight. She still had a pulse, even though it was a little slower than normal, but it was there. Walking around the hospital, Buffy passed the chapel. She entered slowly, a bad feeling passing over her. She walked up to the large cross hanging on the back wall and walked up to it slowly, a sense of foreboding flowing through her veins. She gingerly reached out a delicate hand to touch the holy symbol. Buffy closed her eyes when her hand rested upon the wooden cross. Her relief was short lived, however, as seconds later, a tingling shot up her arm, steadily increasing until it was painful. She let out a sob when she saw the smoke rising from her hand. Buffy jerked her arm back and held it close to her, still unable to fully believe what her body was telling her. Somehow, she had stayed a vampire... Her head snapped up when she heard the erratic heartbeat behind her. Fear. The person behind her feared her reaction to the holy object in front of her. "Is something the matter, young lady?" asked the holy man. Buffy let out a hysterical sob. "Just peachy," she whispered. "The Sword of God is a demon..." "I...I beg your pardon?" he stuttered. His heart began to pound. She could hear the change. Buffy was excited by it. She was unable to help it. The trembling in his voice, the racing of his heart, the fear flooding his entire being... Buffy felt her fangs descend into her mouth, felt the ridges forming on her face, saw her surroundings sharpen as her eyes yellowed. Her body throbbed with the need to feed...and kill. Still facing the cross, Buffy did a backflip onto the alter behind her, then another, landing directly behind the stunned priest. She grabbed his shoulders and violently ripped into his throat, gulping down the rich blood that her dying body hungered for, that it needed. When Buffy finished draining him, she fell to the floor, her body changing. The blood she had taken began the altering process. Her heart slowed to a stop, her breathing ceased to be a necessity. Her body was no longer her own... It belonged to the demon... *~*~*~* The former Slayer boldly strode into the Master's lair, knowing that, while she would not be welcomed with open arms, she wouldn't be turned away, either. A handful of minions were there and tried to deny her entrance. Buffy easily knocked them out, one by one, the strength of both Slayer and vampire flowing through her veins like a powerful elixir. "Stop!" The Master commanded from his throne. The other vampires immediately held off on her. Or, more likely, they saved her from having to punch her way through them... Buffy smirked at the bewildered minions and continued deeper into the lair. "You!" The Master yelled in accusation. "You got Darla killed! But, that was different. You're different, I can feel it." He sat back in his chair and contemplated her. "I have a task for you...one that I know you will not fail for me," he began. Buffy held up a hand insolently. "I so don't think so. I won't fail you because I won't be working for you, got that? I'm more powerful than you could ever hope to be. You're time has passed!" she laughed. "I'm going to bring vampirism well into the twenty-first century...when it gets here, that is!" "You are nothing, Slayer! I am the Master! You're master! How dare you, a fledgling at best, stand there and tell me that..." Buffy laughed in his face. "I am not one of your flunkies that you can just order around. I can overpower you easily..." The Master stared at her, challenging the truth to her words. "Try me." *~*~*~* Buffy smirked as she took her place on the Master's throne... Or was that her throne? Especially since he was a large pile of bones sitting in a pile in the middle of the lair. She was rather proud of herself. She may not still be the Slayer, but she had bagged herself a biggy, this time. She smiled at the picture before her. All of the former Master's followers had accepted her leadership. She now controlled what came and went in and out of Sunnydale. This was her town... But there was one thing that she wanted... Angel. Angelus would be better from what she had heard about him, but Angel would do just fine. More than fine. Buffy licked her lips in anticipation, as several of her minions bowed before her. She was so hot for the vampire, but knew that it would take some convincing before he would join her. She regally got up from the throne, passing her minions on the way out. "Why don't you all go out and grab a bite to eat..." she tossed over her shoulder as she left the lair. *~*~*~* Buffy found her target easily. Angel was lounging in bed, frowning as he read a book. She entered quietly, but not so quietly that he didn't hear her. Not bothering to look up from his book, he asked, "Who's there?" Buffy made her way to his side. "Angel?" she said in a vulnerable voice. Angel looked up in shock. He hadn't heard a heartbeat. He still couldn't. "Buffy? What's happened to you?" Why hadn't she return to normal like everything else had??? Buffy knelt beside the bed and took his hand gently in both of hers. She looked up into his concerned, chocolate-brown eyes and bestowed a cool, but infinitely tender kiss on his hand. "Don't worry about me, my Angel, everything is different, but it's good." Angel's hand visibly trembled beneath her soft kiss. "Buffy, I..." He broke off when she began nuzzling his large hand. She closed her eyes and just placed her head on his hand, wanting him to comfort her. Angel sat up a little and lay his own head over hers, pressing his lips to her silky hair. "I still love you, Buffy. No matter what you are..." he whispered into her hair. She smiled into his hand. "You love me? You never told me that before." Angel sat up again, but ran his fingers through her hair in a soothing manner. "I know, Baby. Come here." Buffy raised her head, staring up at him. Her decision made, she continued to grip his hand while he held back the covers and let her climb in with him. She went into his arms willingly. Buffy curled herself into his embrace and entangled her legs with his. Angel wore only his midnight blue, silk boxer shorts, so Buffy wrapped her arms around his naked chest, clinging to him as he held her to him, his hands making their way under her top and stroking the small of her back tenderly as she fell asleep. *~*~*~* Buffy decided to conduct a little experiment. Angel was still asleep, but apparently, his lower region was all too aware of Buffy's presence. She lay there, on her side, her head supported by one of her hands, her elbow and upper arm supporting the position. "Baby wants to play," she whispered as her hand slipped under the covers. Buffy's fingers encountered the waistband of his boxers and easily slipped beneath it, continuing until she felt the hair surrounding the base of his cock. Buffy let her fingers walk the rest of the way, applying a tiny amount of pressure with each step that went straight to his growing erection. She watched in fascination as the covers began to tent with each movement she made, giggling with the realization that she was indirectly causing it. She may be a vampire, but she was still only an innocent, sixteen year old girl. "So, Baby likes to play?" came Angel's amused voice. Buffy's fingers just walked their way up his cock and circled the tip lightly. Angel's own hand slowly ran down his body, into his boxers and covered her hand. "Be careful, Baby." "I don't wanna be careful. I don't have to be careful, anymore," she pouted. Angel readily accepted this. The only reason he had been willing to battle demons had been for her. He hadn't really cared either way, before. He had just wanted to be left alone. But now, he could have both. Angel could spend his eternity with her, not having to do anything except not kill for food, he still couldn't handle that because of his soul. But all vampires, even Angel, had violent and sexual urges... Just as feel of him...even just his touch...rushed straight to her virgin core, flooding it with moisture. Angel detected the luscious scent of her arousal. He placed her delicate hand around his hardened shaft, guiding it up and down his length. Angel groaned in raw pleasure when she instinctively began squeezing him gently. He hadn't been with anyone in nearly eighty years and being with her just added fuel to his already raging fire. Buffy delighted in his reaction and continued her movements. His hand fell away as she began stroking and squeezing him faster, harder. Angel's hips began to thrust in time with her movements, straining for release. Buffy looked on in wonder as he came with a roar, a wet spot spreading over the bed cover. Angel threw an arm over his eyes as his body relaxed. Buffy pulled her hand out of his boxers and studied it as well as the sticky liquid coating it. Her senses picked up the foreign scent as she brought her fingers to her mouth and began cleaning the with her tongue. At first, she didn't like the salty taste, but continued when she saw Angel's eyes peeking out from beneath his arm, filled with apprehension. She soon became accustomed to the taste, it was Angel and that's all she needed to know. He tensed once more as Buffy threw back the covers and gently pushed down his boxers. She crawled down the bed and positioned herself between his legs, her arms either side of his hips, bracing her as she bent over and began licking away the remains of his orgasm. Angel's limp cock started to harden at her cool touch. He closed his eyes in renewed pleasure as Buffy finished cleaning his cock with her tongue and took the tip of him into her mouth. His fully erect cock filled the cool cavern of her mouth. Buffy cupped his sacs in her small hands and gently massaged then with the pads of her thumbs. Angel could feel them tighten as she continued to stimulate the sensitive balls. He watched her head bob up and down slowly, then faster, as she took him into her mouth repeatedly. Angel closed his eyes as he felt his orgasm approach. He spilt his dead seed into her mouth. Buffy quickly swallowed and crawled back up into his arms. He held onto her. "What about you, Baby?" She snuggled deeper. "When you're ready..." Buffy wanted him to need her before she took anything. He would be willing to stay with her for eternity...she didn't know that Angel would have done that anyway, he loved her that much. He had been telling the truth when he had said that it didn't matter to him whether or not she was a vampire. But Buffy still had some of her human insecurities and emotions. The transition was taking longer for her because she hadn't become a vampire in the traditional way. Added to that, she had been the Slayer... Angel kissed her passionately. His tongue engaged hers in a savage duel, each wanting to go deeper. He broke the kiss. "The question is...are you?" Angel smirked, the mischief evident in his chocolate brown eyes. He quickly got out of bed and crossed, naked, to the closet. When he came back, Buffy saw that he was carrying several things. The last thing she saw was Angel approaching her, putting a black piece of material over her curious eyes... "Spread 'em," he said in an amused voice. Buffy did so, willingly. "Angel? What are...?" Angel tsked. "Oh, no, Baby. No talking." Buffy growled good-naturedly. She felt him handcuff her hands to the head and chain her legs to the end of the bed. Buffy could feel the cold metal of the blade as it nicked her when he cut her leather skirt and ripped it off her body. Angel leisurely lapped up the small pool of blood that gathered there. She realized that she was hungry as she detected the smell of her own blood. Buffy involuntarily shifted into game face. Angel ignored this and ripped her top off her body. She wore no underwear whatsoever. Buffy was completely open to him. Body and...well, no...the soul was disappearing pretty quickly... "Angel..." she groaned in anticipation. Angel smirked. "Oh, well. I guess I'm just going to have to gag you, then," he laughed as he stuffed a piece of leather that used to be her skirt into her protesting mouth. Angel placed his fingers at the base of her neck and began to leisurely run the tips of his fingers over her squirming body. She had never felt anything like it. All he had to do was touch her. Already her core was dripping with moisture. He left her for a second. Buffy felt something run down her body, tickling her in a most pleasurable way. She whimpered as more moisture gathered between her legs. The tickling sensation moved to her belly as she felt the bed dip between her spread thighs. Just as it stopped, Buffy could feel Angel's experienced tongue at the entrance to her virgin body. Angel tasted the juices that were leaking form her body. He then inserted a finger into her tight passage. She was ready for him... Angel clasped her handcuffed hands, poised at her entrance. He came across the barrier and quickly breached it as Buffy gasped at the intrusion, which only served to make the piece of material in her mouth to go deeper. He quickly remedied this, pulling the leather out of her mouth and kissing her passionately. Buffy relaxed as Angel kissed her. They began to move together, meeting each other's thrusts as they strived to be closer to each other...a part of each other. Rapidly becoming impatient, Buffy tugged on the handcuffs that restrained her arms. With a mighty pull, the wood of the bed head split. Buffy put her hands on Angel's shoulders and shoved him off her body and onto the floor. Angel looked up at her in shock. The shock quickly turned to anticipation as Buffy leapt off the bed after him and landed on hid chest. She scraped her sharp nails down his chest and to his hips. Buffy slid down his chest and slowly impaled herself on his cock as she bent forward and licked the bleeding cuts on his chest. Her lover grabbed her by the hair and pulled her mouth to his. Angel plunged his tongue into her pouting mouth as she raised her hips and thrust herself onto his tightening cock. While doing so, he rolled them over, placing himself on top and took control of their mating. Angel placed his arms on either side of her head for leverage and stared down into her bright, lust filled eyes. Buffy began to shudder beneath his weight, a sure sign that she was almost there. Angel let himself swoop down to her neck as his face changed and sink his fangs into her lovely neck. It was no surprise when Buffy angled her head to do the same to him... Soon, the two vampires screamed their mutual release as their bodies were assaulted with pleasure. Angel collapsed on top of Buffy. She wrapped her arms around him as shudders continued to wrack his strong body. It was a wonder to her that such a pleasurable thing could reduce the pair of them to a pile of mush... Buffy felt Angel nuzzle her hair. "Baby, what do you want to do next?" he whispered in her ear. Angel felt her smile into his neck. "Hmm...I'll bet you know a few things...teach me?" she said, giving him her adorable 'puppy' eyes. He flashed her a wicked grin and withdrew his limp cock from her core and stood up. "What are you doing?" Buffy cried. Angel gave her a hand to get up. She did so, reluctantly. "Giving you a few lessons," he laughed as he tossed her some clothes. Buffy frowned in annoyance. "What could you possibly teach me that involves getting dressed?!?!" she said sulkily. Angel raised his eyebrows as if to say, 'Are you kidding?'. "Buffy, I'm taking you clothes shopping. Seriously, you need some more leather," he told her as he dragged her out the door. The End
