Demonic Possession
Author: Alicia (a.k.a. Lady Angel) Email: [email protected] Rating: NC-17!!!! Timeline: 2009 Summary: Buffy becomes possessed... Spoilers: Nada! Warning: Contains m/f sex and minor f/f sexual situation and violence, can't forget the angst... Disclaimer: Do I look like Joss Whedon to you????
The four vampires were asleep in the bed, the lace drapes enclosing them on their own little world of passion. Buffy was laying on her side, snuggled deep in Angelus' arms. Drusilla was sleeping at Buffy's back, the younger vampiress' arms around Buffy's waist, the same as Spike was sleeping against Angelus. All four demons awoke when the bedroom door opened silently, a human had entered. They all kept their eyes closed, Spike and Dru realizing that the elder vampires were unconcerned about the intrusion, so they decided to wait it out and see what would happen. Only Buffy paid the girl any real attention, it was time for some fun. Buffy's voice drifted through the lace and to the girl's ears, "You've come back for more, I assume." "Yes," the Slayer whispered huskily. Buffy opened her eyes and carefully rose from the bed, parting the lace, a bare leg revealing itself, followed by an arm and then the rest of her naked body. The Slayer sucked in a breath, the vampiress was magnificent... "Do you have a stake with you?" Buffy questioned. "Yes," she answered, placing the stake on the nearby dressing table as Buffy moved closer, backing the girl up against the wall. She undid the buttons on the girl's top and skirt, letting the material slip from her body. The Slayer was naked underneath. Buffy whispered to her seductively, "Close your eyes..." She did, eagerly, when she saw Angelus get out of the bed and walk toward them, beautifully aroused. Buffy ran a delicate finger down the Slayer's body as Angelus stood behind her, molding the front of his body to her back. Unbeknownst to the Slayer, Buffy had plans. While one hand was caressing the girl's body, the other was reaching for the abandoned stake. Angelus grinned over her shoulder as Buffy violently shoved the sharp stake up the girl's vagina as far as it would go, pointed end first. She screamed as the stake tore through her swollen flesh, her body falling to the ground. Buffy smiled innocently, getting down on her hands and knees and spreading the teenager's thighs, where her Slayer blood was rapidly escaping her body, Angelus following her down to the floor. "Well, she said that she wanted more," she smirked and swooped down to the junction of the Slayer's thighs, lapping up the blood that continued to flow. Spike and Dru had crawled to the end of the bed, fascinated by the show. Drusilla gave a tiny clap. Spike grinned along with his sire. Angelus knelt behind Buffy, entering her forcefully as she continued to lick the girl's bleeding core. The last thing she saw was the vampiress and her lover orgasm simultaneously as she dies in a pool of her own blood... Buffy collapsed o top of the dead Slayer, her neck landing in the blood. Angelus turned her over and licked the blood from her perfect neck. It was just after nightfall, all four vampires got dressed. Buffy Wrapped the girl's body on a black silk sheet and decided to leave her on the doorstep of her Watcher. The other three went out hunting. She waited in the bushes after dumping the body on the step and ringing the bell. Buffy delighted in the Watcher's horrific scream when she unwrapped Buffy's little gift. What she hadn't counted on was the Watcher's lineage... With a few whispered words from the Watcher, Buffy was drawn out of hiding, her feet taking her closer and closer to the front door, unable to stop. She faced the woman, who invited her in. Buffy wanted to leave, but her legs kept taking her forward, into the house and up to the attic. The Watcher is powerful, Buffy thought, a small shiver of fear shooting down her spine. Buffy stopped moving next to a large pentacle drawn on the floor. FUCK! Buffy turned away from the symbol, she could no longer see the woman, who sat inside the drawing, placing things in front of her, chanting... Chanting... Suddenly, Buffy fell to the floor, pain wracking her entire body. Finally having control over her legs, she ran down the stairs, out of the house and down the street... *~*~*~* Buffy ran and ran, everything flooding her mind at once. She fell frequently, her leather mini skirt and knee-high black leather boots not made to endure her escape. Tears flooded her eyes, blinding her to her attacker. The beefy man came up behind the fallen vampiress, backhanding her, the force sending her back to the ground. Forgotten was her strength, the pain and images in her mind blocking out all rational thought. The large human jumped on top of her, dragging up her short skirt and tearing her underwear. For the first time in over two hundred years, Buffy screamed in absolute terror... The man was pulled off her body suddenly and someone helped her up. Her eyes widened in recognition of Angelus' childe, also seeing her own, Drusilla, standing behind him. She started to crumble before their eyes, tears leaking from her own wide eyes. She backed away from them, turning...and running straight into a hard, male chest. She squeaked in surprise and rejection as she recognized Angelus, her lover...her husband. She looked up at him, tears pouring down her cheeks, terror and pain lurking in the grey depths. Buffy backed away from his open arms and brushed past him, running as fast as she could down the street. "Buffy! Wait!" Angelus called after her. He had seen the fear and the pain. She had looked almost tortured. Tortured?!?! No! He realized what had happened and his non-beating heart broke for her. They had tried to do the same to him three hundred years ago, but it hadn't lasted for more than a couple of days, he had been too far away when they cast the spell. Those two days had been Hell... He ran after her, catching up easily when she tripped an fell to the ground, still crying hysterically. He held her in his arms, trying to calm her down. She kicked and screamed for him to let her go, but still he held on. "It's okay, Baby, I won't let them hurt you, I just want to take you home. Everything will be fine, I'll take care of you..." he murmured in her ear over an over again. She broke down sobbing loudly and collapsed into his arms in exhaustion. He picked her up tenderly and carried her home, Spike and Dru following as Angelus' fury mounted. Each step that carried them closer to home just served to fuel his anger. He knew what she was going through and he wouldn't throw her out like his sire had when it had happened to him. She would not be rejected by the vampire community! She was a Master vampire, his mater, his lover... his wife. She was still the the most vicious vampiress to have existed. He still adored her... Restoring her soul wouldn't change that... The End
