"That damn bitch, Te let her get away. Father should have let me have her. I'd be drinking her blood now instead of watching pretty boy ex-lawyer." Nicky, screamed as he threw his cell on the bed.

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Sasha's POV
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*I watched as Master paced around the room in frustration, hoping that he wouldn't take his frustrations out on me. As much as I loved Master Nicolas, he could be a cruel, vindictive Master when he wanted. Basically, because my Nicky was the youngest childe of Master Cain, he always acted like he needed to prove himself as a worthy childe.

Of course, my opinion was and is that Nicky is the most beautiful childe Master Cain created. Nicholas stood at 6' with broad shoulders, lean muscular chest; and short midnight black hair that framed the most beautiful set of green eyes. Although I might be bias since Nicky is my creator, and my lover.

The one time Nicky went against his Father was the day he created me. He wanted me as a childe, but his Father forbade any of his childer to create childer, mate, or embrace at least until after he claimed the Order of Aurelius. I'm not his childe, but I'm not just a minion either, but something in-between. Master Cain had never heard of such a creation, but here I stand.

I feel stronger than a minion, because I can control the bloodlust like a childe, but I have less strength than a childe. I feel the need to be by my Sire's side all the time�it gives me strength, or weakness depending on how you look, but I can't imagine my unlife without Nicky, he is my being.

He has promised to make me his childe after Angelus is killed. I don't know how I can be a childe when I am what I am. I'm already undead. Nicky thinks that if he drains me almost completely, and then re-feeds me that it will make me a childe.

From the very beginning I've fed off of Nicky almost everyday, just as he has fed off of me just before dawn, and not for hunger. We hunt everyday picking out at least two walking meals, and I watch as Nicky drains them. Then Nicky cradles me in his arms as I bite and feed from his tit as a babe does from its Mother.

Master Cain has refrained from comment, but has on more than one occasion come to watch me feed. The others basically ignore us. Stephan thrives and exists only as the Master's shadow. Amber is the craziest out of all of them. Some of the things she's done under the guise of entertainment have even made the Master turn away once or twice. Elliot is probably the most confusing of all the childer. He never appears to be out of control. As the Master's enforcer he is deadly. Within the family though he is unlike any vampire, almost child-like in a very loving way. He cares and loves the Master as he does each of his sibling childer. Even I have a special place for Elliot since he was the only one who stood by Nicky as I was introduced to the family. Then there's Te, Nicky's competition. I always wondered if it was because they were turned so close together creating a need to capture Master's attention. I know Te's constantly jealous of Nicky, and uses me as leverage. I'm Nicky's one defiance against his Father, which Te used to claim the right to kill the slayer. Losing the slayer really hurt Nicky. Not so much because it was the slayer, but because he thought Master/father still hadn't forgiven him about me.

And now I have to watch my love be torn between me, and his Father.*

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Sasha's attention turned back toward his lover as Nicky called him. "Sasha, stop it! I can feel your worry from here. Don't, Father will come around. Now, lets go get us a pretty lawyer."

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Wesley's POV
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*Warmth, love, lust, sorrow, pain---I don't know how to stop it. Everything is so overwhelming, but I know I �.I need to be here, be aware, to guard Spike till they come back. They left, their essence, only Spike and I remain with Xander, and Angel's bodies. Soon, Willow and the others can protect us. I can feel them; they're still sleeping, knocked out by Willow's spell.

My glasses are gone, fallen somewhere, but I can see with sharp clarity even through the slow dissipating red haze of those around us. Each are slumped on the floor in a deep sated sleep, yet each is in a protective sprawl around one another. Buffy is covering Dawn, who is huddled in her arms like a mother protecting her cub. Willow is blanketed with arms and legs completely over Tara's back. Surprisingly, Lorne is embracing Rupert, while Rupert is cradling Anya in his arms, and the most surprising and erotic sight is Cordy, Gunn, and Fred. Cordelia's on her back holding Gunn with his legs partially intertwined and protectively covering both Cordelia and Fred. Where Fred was snuggled dead center between Cordelia's legs, with her head resting on the center of Cordelia's legs, and Cordelia had one hand wrapped in Fred's hair as Fred's lips were facing and resting on Gunn's groin. The sight is heady and increases my lingering lust.

In fact, everyone except Buffy and Dawn are in an erotic, if not provocative, pose encircled around us. Though I knew we�my mates were in the ultimate pose within the circle with our friends scattered around us, and though it should be wrong, the thought of it turned me on even more. First we're still naked. Spike and I are both wrapped around Angel and Xander.

If the sorrow and pain didn't pull at my heart, I'd try to do something about it and let the lust control me. But, as it is, I am barely able to concentrate on our surroundings. The love my mates had for Drusilla was consuming. I could feel every fiber, every moment until I felt like it was my love I'd lost, my grief. The conflicting emotions are pulling, drawing me to exhaustion. Lust; think of lust a much nicer emotion over grief.

Have to hang on, Willow will wake, she's close, but, ah, someone else is about to wake. Please, wake, I can't hold the sorrow, or lust at bay much longer, the emotions are draining me, just so tried.

There, who, oh my Dawn. I can see the confusion as she rubs her eyes looking around trying to clear her head. Then she focuses on us and involuntary lets out a noise, but it's good as Willow hears it and turns toward the sound.

I can rest now, wait for my mates to wake�tired.*

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Willow heard a gasp and turned toward the sound and watched as Dawn's eyes bugged out and her mouth hung open. Willow turned her attention to where Dawn was looking. At her movement, Tara moved as well and looked over where Willow's focus was, another squeal made her head turn and she saw Dawn making a wonderful imitation of a fish. Tara's mind cleared instantly and she casted a couple of words, and watched as the red haze thickened and blocked the view of the newly mated subsequently naked sprawled men in the center of the room.

Tara looked up at Willow and ignored Dawn's "but�but, but�" and saw her lover's mouth gaping as Dawn's was a moment ago and turned and watched as Cordelia was making grinding motions, and pushing the girl who laid between her legs in closer. The girl was still asleep and started grinding her face and snuggled in closer to both the man and Cordelia.

"Who knew?" Willow whispered. "I think we better do something." Tara whispered, drawing Willow's attention to the others. Buffy, who had her hand between her legs, was rubbing and moaning. Giles, Anya, and Lorne were in similar states of desire. "Oh my." Willow grabbed Tara's hand and together they spoke a spell.

Looking around, everyone was still in the same state of desire as they were before the spell. "Nothing happened, why?" Tara inquired. "Can't change it, I think its part of the changes Angel mentioned. Though I added some extra outside protective shields, just in case while they're out of it." Tara nodded, agreeing with Willow's added security measures.

"What about Dawn?" Tara looked up as Dawn came over to them.

"What about me?" Dawn asked. Tara and Willow looked over to the others as they became more vocal in their excitement, and were surprised Dawn gave no indication that anything was wrong.

"Dawnie, tell me what do you see?" Willow asked.

"Nothing now, not with that red hazy curtain thing. Why'd you do that? You know I'm old enough�it's not like I haven't seen it before you know." Dawn continued to pout.

"That's it you don't see anything else---ah, strange with anyone else?" Willow inquired further.

Dawn looked around the room at the sleeping bodies sprawled around it. "No, unless you mean that green guy holding Giles, weird, but it's kinda cute too, but not as cute as Xander laying on top of Angel with his naked butt." Dawn's eyes twinkled with excitement as she mentioned the last part.

"I guess that spell I did kinda did a reverse thing protecting Dawn from---seeing you know." Tara stuttered out.

"Yeah, but how come you and I aren't---" Willow looked at Dawn before she continued, "you know."

"Maybe because we did our own bond before and can control it a bit more---because I do, well you know." Tara smiled shyly at Willow.

"Yeah I do know. Definitely gonna need a shower later." Tara grinned at her lover.

"How about food for now?" Willow asked then asked, "Dawnie?"

"Ohh, food, you know I'm starved like I haven't eaten in days. Can I have some of those pancakes you make you know the ones with the faces, and bacon, and sausage?" Dawn looked pleading eyes at Tara.

Tara smiled. "For dinner? Sure, why not. Why don't you get things started in the kitchen? We'll be right there."

They watched as Dawn left, and then looked back at their slumbering friends who were still moaning and grinding at each other. "You think they'll be ok." Tara asked, as she pulled Willow closer to her.

Willow whispered back. "Yeah, but I'll really need that shower later."

They took one last look around before Tara answered, "I think I'll be joining you when you do." Smiling, both witches left the room to join Dawn in the kitchen.

*****
Part 11:

Garrian's sudden gasp woke Word out of her deep sleep causing her to sit up and look at her Sire. Garrian started growling low in his throat, similar to the sound he used when an enemy was near. Word sniffed the air, trying to discern if they were about to be attacked, but found no cause for her Sire's actions. She watched with growing alarm as Garrian shifted and went into game-face, snarling blindly as if someone was there. Word started yelling at her Sire to bring him back from whatever magic was trying to capture him.

Word quickly realized screaming was having no effect and decided to try calling blood to blood. At this point, she was beyond worried and wasn't even sure if blood would do the trick since she wasn't Garrian's true childe. Her blood Sire was a boor and a fool, who tried to attack Garrian's Sire Penn some thirty years before. Penn had dispensed with the fool, and if her looks hadn't amused Garrian's Sire, she would have been dust beside her Sire.

She and Garrian had almost identical hair, long soft waves of honeycomb locks, and bright blue eyes. Garrian was a few years older, yet Penn considered both of them to be nothing but young pups, and ripe for his use. Penn was malicious and vindictive toward his childe. Swinging from one extreme of lavish pampering, to the utmost brutal punishment a fledging childe vampire could ever receive that he had proudly declared in the name of his lustrous Sire, Angelus.

Penn's reasons for the excessive treatment of his childe were the same reasons Word was allowed to survive and was subjected to such handling as Garrian. Both had come to the conclusion that they suffered their fate due to Penn's jealously and his displacement with his own Sire, due to one William the Bloody. And that, this William must have had the honey dark hair, blue eyes, and sharp angled edges. Penn often lost control of reality, and had gone on for hours, and days drumming into Garrian that it was only his looks that had captured and stole his Sire's heart. Penn ranted on about how his Sire, Angelus, chose to embrace this William and not him, and that Angelus didn't find him worthy to share his thoughts and emotions.

From this Garrian and Word understood that an embrace was something one could not force, nor was it one sided, but both had to willing be joined together. This was how they learned everything of their new life by piecing together bits from Penn's explosive emotional rants.

It was after such a session that Penn had left, disgusted with both of them and discarded them in bloody heaps, in only each other's care. It had been several months before either ventured freely within the city of Los Angeles, and only after they heard whispered rumors from minions that Penn met his final death. Both were forever grateful that Penn hadn't been able to force them to embrace with him.

Garrian had taken the greatest care of his twin. Word, who was the mirror image of himself. He considered her his only family, and was proud when she accepted his bond and called him Sire.

Her Sire's snarl brought Word back from her memories. She looked down at the torment in Garrian's game-face, and quickly slashed her neck pulling him to the open wound. She felt his demon struggle within him; struggle to stay with the magic that called him away from her, to the scent of her blood that was calling to bring him back. Word pulled him tighter screaming for him to come back to her, and when she thought she had lost him, he attacked her neck and drank savagely tearing at her neck not realizing it was his childe he was draining.

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"Mmmmm, do you smell that? Such a delicious aroma of fear, and blood. The intimacy of a human's struggle for life; the struggle for each small breath, hmmmm, listen, such soft whimpering sounds at the end that contrast against the wild beating heart. Hmm, Lilah, my dear." Cain, who stood close behind her pressed closer and whispered in her ear. "Tell me, do you find the sight as arousing as I do?"

Lilah didn't answer, but worked on staying relaxed in his arms as she concentrated on every breath, making it slow and even, trying very hard to not give out any essence of fear. Since the Holland massacre, she'd been working hard trying to school herself not to give away any physical reactions around vampires. It was something Lindsey was very proficient at, but she still wasn't in the same league. Cain slowly started licking the side of her face, and chuckled when he finally felt a tremor of fear slice through her.

She tried to shut out the scene being played before, the sounds, the blood, and the screams of the four victims. Only one she didn't recognize, a girl who was laid spread out while a vamp fed on her; while the other three were being tortured by various minions. One woman, she recognized from surveillance photos at Angel's, and the other two, were people she'd actually met through work socially, but none where she could place their name at the moment though she knew their faces, or what was left of their faces.

"Mr. Cain, I was under the impression that I was here to conduct business. Not watch a repeat of your Sire Darla's performance." Lilah tried collecting her thoughts as Cain cut off her air supply.

In a steel even tone Cain replied, "That was not my Sire, that was nothing more than fucking minion dust. And I never repeat anything my dear, nor do I do anything rash. I would advise you to remember that---if you live this day out, that is. My dear Lilah, I'm afraid our objectives no longer coincide. I've used your offices for years with satisfactory results, but my goals, my objectives are in opposition to Wolfram & Hart. Unfortunately, they don't want Angel to die, but in the end, of my game I will have his ashes. And there lies the conflict wouldn't you say" Cain released his hand to hear her struggled response.

"I waaant him deaaaad,....I donnnnnn't hav..a problemmmmm with that." Lilah hissed and choked out.

"No I guess you personally don't, but what use are you to me Lilah, hmmm?" Cain wrapped one arm across Lilah's front and caressed her stomach in soothing strokes; a direct contrast to the harsh grip he still held on her throat.

"I cann help youuu. Connactttttsss, filessssssss." Lilah gasped out.

"An interesting thought."

One of Cain's servants interrupted, "Sir, you have a call, Mr. Murrow on line 2."

"This might be interesting, but hush not a word." Cain relaxed his hand further against Lilah's throat, enjoying her continued gasps for breath as he pressed her closer to feel her fear, and the heat that poured out from her before she calmed down enough for Cain to press the speaker button.

"Linwood, what can I do for you?"

"Mr. Cain, I'm glad I was able to reach you. I just received word that you're taking your business to another law firm?"

Cain smiled, "Yes, I was just explaining to your associate Ms. Morgan, how our interests are now deferred. She was trying to convince me otherwise. I'm afraid she was unsuccessful."

"I see. Well, Mr. Cain it has been a pleasure doing business with you. Please keep our firm in mind in case we ever have mutual interests."

"Certainly Linwood, may I pass anything on to your associate Lilah, excuse me, Ms. Morgan?" Cain chuckled, as Lilah's fa�ade of calm started to crumble.

"Oh, she's still alive, interesting. No, Mr. Cain, Bon Appetite." Lilah's eyes bugged in anger as she listened to the dial tone as Linwood hung up.

"Now I believe you were trying to tell me something about files, and contacts, yet I believe you were just wiped out of existence by your firm."

Lilah's beating heart indicated just how quickly she was losing control even to her own ears.

"I love that sound, your beating heart pulsing with all of that elicious blood, and you worked so hard to control yourself. Ah, Lilah you are a wonder. I am truly enjoying watching you lose control. I don't know if I'll be able to contain myself." Cain started nipping in between licks on her neck.

It took a moment for Lilah to gather her thoughts and struggle to get the words out for Cain to hear. "I cann still helpppp you. Havvve connntaccts, helllp killlll Angellll, I knowww him, cannn trappp hm." Lilah continued struggling for each breath, and started praying to any divinity to help her.

"Yes, I realize that. Though I have no need for any contacts in your possession, but tell me why you think you'd be able to trap him? Are you secretly friends? Did he fancy you?" Cain took a deep sniff. "No, he didn't even mark you for a kill. You, my dear are nothing, not a friend, not even a worthy enemy. No, it was your partner that he took a fancy to. So, Lilah, which death do you prefer?"

Cain turned her, making her re-face the grisly scene ahead of them. Cain's minions were still working over the bodies, and feeding off them under the direction of two women dressed in long dark robes that lay opened to reveal their stark white nude bodies underneath. The girl she didn't recognize earlier was still spread out was motionless, her eyes staring out at nothing when the minion stopped feeding and moved away. Lilah realized then that the girl lying there was the lucky one, she finally died. Lilah's brain struggled to come up with a solution to stop her death. She hadn't survived this long with W&H without being able to ferret her way in and out of different situations, but nothing would come to her slowly paralyzing brain.

Cain watched Lilah, staring at the girl before them. "Remove that." He ordered of the minion who had been feeding off of her, and watched as the minion hurriedly did as ordered.

"And then there were three-let me amend that and then there were four." Cain laughed harshly. "And I think it's only fair that you catch up to your mates." Cain pushed a shocked Lilah toward his minions. "Strip her. You may play for awhile, but I will have her final death." Cain turned away, ignoring Lilah's screams.

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Cain stood, watching his minions working over Lilah, and the others that still lived through a two-way-glass. Lilah was a strong one and could possibly last for days if he had the time and patience, but patience was not one of his virtues.

A servant interrupted his thoughts. "Sir, she is ready whenever you are."

"Fine." Cain turned around and focused on the girl his minions had removed earlier from the playroom. He started running his hands over her body relishing the smoothness, then started fiddling with four soft fabric beaded necklaces that lay beside the girl. "Bring these to Ariel and Sarah. One for each, and I want each one saturated in their blood." Quietly, the servant picked up the necklaces and left to deliver them as instructed. Cain continued on talking to the unconscious girl. "You'll carry each of my tributes. Won't you my dear, be my delivery girl?" Cain leaned in breathing in her scent, caressing her and pulled her blond hair away from her face. "Such a young beauty you are. Just need to fix your face a bit don't want to be caught facing Angelus looking the way you do, just wouldn't be proper." Cain picked a penknife and made a slight cut carving into the contour of her cheek. As blood seeped through the wound Cain dipped a brush in water and brushed it over the cut. Cain chuckled as the girl opened her eyes screaming. He gently blew the slight smoke coming off her face from the holy water. "Glad you could join me, it just wouldn't be fun without you."

*****
Part 12:

"Will we be able to have a little taste? He smells so scrumptious, and with such a lovely voice." Nicky glared at his lover, Sasha, and his word choice. "Scrumptious?" Nicky asked.

Sasha had the grace to look down, knowing he revealed too much of his attraction for the pretty lawyer.

"One might think you've been hanging around Amber recently." Sasha grinned at Nicky's jealous tone of voice.

"The blond twit, I think not." Nicky chuckled at Sasha's description of Amber.

"You better never let her hear you say that, I'd never be able to protect you from her wrath."

Sasha sobered at Nicky's words, "Master I'm.." Nicky cut him off. "Don't, I'm sorry Sash. To answer your original question, yeah I think a little taste will be in order for losing the slayer, but we'll have to be careful not to play too much. Father wants him first, might turn the pretty prick. And speaking of pricks, you wait here, and I'll bring you one scrumptious lawyer." Nicky gave Sasha a quick kiss before jumping down to stalk their prey who had just past under their window.

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Lindsey felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise, as he recognized for the second night, he was being followed. The club was less than a block away and it had seemed ridiculous to drive the truck. Now, he'd have to reconsider his opinion. He continued walking in a steady fashion making it appear as if he hadn't a care in the world, but geared his body for action by gripping his guitar case tighter with one hand, and fingers touched over a switchblade, but clutched on to cross in his pocket with his fist. Lindsey's eyes darted around the surrounding area, and still couldn't find anyone. He took an extended breath when the club's backdoor was within 50 yards.

Lindsey didn't even see the man until it was too late and he was trapped in a tight embrace. No one, not since LA has anyone been able to ambush him, not since Angel; Angel who was a vampire. Lindsey kicked himself for not being more prepared. It was almost a year since he left LA, a year of sulking in the shadows from W&H goons. A year of living and working in dives, a year that transformed the formally GQ lawyer of Los Angeles into the longhaired, bearded, cowboy hat and jeans toting musician he was today. The man who grabbed him pulled him back into the shadows then nibbled and licked his ear.

"You are tasty, bet that blood of yours is sweet like honey," Nicky whispered in his ear. "And your reputation is well deserved, I smell no fear, only a slight hesitation. I think I'll enjoy finding out what brings you fear Mr. McDonald among other things."

"Better vampires have tried," Lindsey tried to turn, but found himself held firmly in place.

"Not better, and certainly not me." Nicky licked his ear again then turned as he heard steps coming toward them.

A well-dressed human Asian man stepped forward. Then Nick caught the smell of his distressed lover, and shifted into his game-face and growled as he noticed the Carzans demons. A Race of demons that hunt, captures, and sells vampire fangs to the highest bidder, and they held his lover. Nicky tried to fight his natural instinct of attacking the threat against his lover, but knew the Carzans would be able to tear Sasha apart before he ever reached him if he made a move. The Asian spoke first to the man Nick was holding. "So this is the famous Lindsey McDonald. I must say you don't resemble the profile I had. And I'd say quite overrated, but enough of that." He then ignored Lindsey and stared at the man holding him.

Lindsey took in the stance, and the arrogance of the man before them and knew he was one of Wolfram & Hart's lap dogs, and a fresh pup at that.

"I believe we have some business to conduct. Simply let the little man go." He nodded his head to his demon henchmen holding the other vampire. "And I'll have them let your lover go."

Nicky snarled, "Do you know who you're dealing with?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact I do Nicolas. Though we will now no longer handle the Cain family business at this point of time, the firm I work for, Wolfram and Hart, have taken the necessary steps to protect their interests. I'm sorry my manners are lacking. Let me introduce myself Park, Gavin Park."

"If you know who I am, and know who my Sire is then you know this one isn't going anywhere." Nicky hissed back.

"Hmmm, a Mexican standoff I believe, or not. The truth is I don't care if Mr. McDonald lives or not. In fact dead is preferable in my opinion, but then I'm just the hired help. The firm wants Mr. Mc Donald to deliver a message. Once that is done he is fair game, or rather a fair kill if that's what you want. We don't wish to interfere in Mr. Cain's business any more then we need to. I have been given the power to take whatever measures I deem necessary. Now please if you will let go of Mr. McDonald."

Nicky heard Sasha whimper as the demon holding him slashed a gash across his chest. Immediately Nicky let the lawyer go, and walked quickly over to his lover. Reluctantly the demons let him go where he then clasped into Nicky's arms. "Mas." Nicky silenced Sasha with a kiss then whispered as he picked him up and cradled him in his arms. "Hush, don't, my fault." Nicky turned. "This isn't over." Holding Sasha Nicky fled the area.

Lindsey eyed the new pup, ambitious, cold, and hungry just the perfect ingredients for W&H associates.

"So tell me, how did Lilah die?" Lindsey inquired.

"Excuse me? Why do you think she's dead?"

Lindsey smiled, "Lilah would never miss this opportunity if nothing else to gloat over me."

"Hmm, interesting. Yes, so now on to business." Park smiled maliciously.

"Yah, what's the message?" Lindsey asked.

"As I said earlier, delivery boy, give this to Angel." Park handed him a sealed envelope.

Lindsey frowned, "Angel? Give it to him yourself. I have no intention of returning to LA."

"He's no longer in LA. Don't you feel the impulse? From what I understand you're one of his marks. You'll go to him whether you want to or not. Just give it to him, and Mr. McDonald... what I said before about preferring you dead? Next time, if you live I will indulge in the pleasure of killing you myself."

Lindsey chuckled at Park's attempt to be threatening, and ignored the scorn directed his way. "Right, I'll be going now. I've got a set to get ready for, and..Gavin" Lindsey sneered his name, "Congratulations on that promotion." Picking up his guitar case Lindsey ambled back to the club leaving Park and his goons behind.

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Spike's Dream
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"Bleedin hell, what is this place?" Spike turned toward the soft singing coming out through the mist.

"Spikey, you've come to visit?"

"Princess, is that you?" Spike felt more than saw as a whirl of black threw itself at him, but it was the squeal of delight that convinced him it was indeed his Princess. Spike twirled her within his arms reveling in the joy of the moment. "Dru, my dark Princess. You know I had this scare, bloody hell it was a living nightmare, one I never want to dream again." Spike pulled her close, "Don't ever leave me Dru, `kay. I'm just not evil enough to stand it."

"Mmmmm, my Spikey. I miss you already. I was so sad I almost didn't listen to Miss Edith, it hurt so much." Dru started kissing Spike all over his face-making Spike laugh with her antics. "What cha mean darling? What hurt? I'll kiss it all better."

"Ah Spike, we had so many years, so many days not one would I change, and it's still not enough."

"Had? Luv, we have forever." Spike's head started to ache with a foreboding.

"Hush, sweet Luv, pains all gone now. Miss Edith and my girl's here with me. She can't come to see you. She was bad Spike, real bad when she was Grandmamma. She's my girl now-they said so, but it didn't change---I can hold her sometimes because she's my girl. Miss Edith and I make new songs for her. Miss Edith says, my girl sings our songs when she away from us." Dru turned toward Spike and saw the tears falling. "No, no hush, no more pain."

"Dru, it's fuzzy, but I remember, I felt, I." Spike swallowed the words as his heart broke at the remembrance. Spike looked up at Dru soothing away the tears when a thought occurred to him. "Dru did I, are we.I'm here with you? The bleedin poof must of let me go. I." Dru interrupted. "No Luv, Daddy holds you safe, you and the kittens."

"Dru, where are we?" She reached up and touched his head, "Miss Edith said it would be ok for you to visit, not often-I have my girl to care for, and you have Daddy and the kittens. You do like the kittens-I know the stars told me before. I didn't want to listen. I should have listened." Dru turned away and started humming one of her songs.

"Spike, you have to trust Daddy, he's not trapped anymore, he'll be a good Daddy now, and you have the kittens. One purrs so sweetly, and the other bites hard enough to make even you howl. So hard, so hard-rrrrrrrrrr. You'll love when the kitten plays rough." Grinning, she danced in a circle around Spike.

"Oh, not enough, too short of time." Dru grabbed and cradled Spike in her arms rocking him, rubbing her hands over his body memorizing every detail. "Promise me you won't hate me, promise me Spike?" Desperation colored in her voice.

"Hate you, Luv? I could never hate you, you are my mate until I'm dust." Spike declared and looked into her eyes so she could see his promise that was clearly written in his eyes.

"Spike, she didn't mean it, not really, she's my girl now, my childe. Miss Edith says you have to go. No more pain, Luv, let the kittens love you. No pain, no pain, hush." Dru rocked Spike back into his deep slumber humming one of her lullabies.

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"Sir, I think you should see this." The servant clicked the television on.

//..The last total count was 37 massacred and it is estimated to have occurred earlier this afternoon. Chico's official authorities are baffled by the massacre here at California's Institute for Women. The lack of security measures will be under investigation as well as the failure of the security systems resulting in no alarms until after the fact. It is believed that alarms went off after a truck rammed the gate in a getaway. At this time there are unofficial reports that it may have been a couple of prisoners, possibly escaping the massacre that were responsible for sounding the alarms. The massacre itself is thought to have been carried out by some fanatical group believing themselves to be vampires due to evidence on the bodies. Roadblocks are being placed..//

Cain clicked off the set. "Damn it, call them in. Playtime is over, we'll make our stand at the Hellmouth."

*****
Part 13:

"Watch your left side." Jay announced. He demonstrated his point while Anne struggled to defend herself and block the blows. Anne saw an opening. Took and blocked a one two punch. Then half turned to place a side kick to Jay's stomach. Jay saw it coming and easily blocked the kick and countered with his own by sweeping Anne's legs out from under her landing her flat on her ass.

Anne didn't move. Sweat dripped down her sides and loose wisps of hair from her ponytail plastered itself to her face. The gray and green sweats she wore showed large stain spots of sweat indicating the intensity of their workout. "Just don't hold back will ya? Not." Anne snarled sarcastically. Jay chuckled, "Come on girl," He offered her his hand and pulled her up when she grabbed hold. "Only a half hour left."

"Oh goody! Just a half hour, and the other side of my body will be bruised beyond recognition," moaned Anne.

"Aw, it's not so bad. You're a hell of a lot better now than you were when we started three months ago. Don't tell me you'd want to go back to that?" Jay inquired.

"I'd rather go back four months and never made that bet with Gunn, period. But since I can't, let's get this over with. Maybe I can get into a hot tub tonight."

Jay smiled at Anne and her usual statement of a hot bath, knowing beyond a doubt that even if they did quit now Anne would find something to do for the next few hours because Anne was a workalcoholic. If she spent half as much time and energy on a career that paid real money instead of working for a non-profit organization like the Center then she'd be filthy rich by now.

Both took their stance and continued their workout until they were interrupted 10 minutes later by one of Anne's staff, Sheri.

"Sorry to disturb you Anne, but there's a girl here insisting to see you. Said a friend of yours sent her here."

"Oh, did she say who?" Anne asked.

"Yeah, she said Angel. Looks like she's had it hard too, refuses to talk about it with anyone but you."

"It's ok, Sheri. I'll be right out, just let me clean up a bit." Anne looked up when Sheri hesitated at the door, and knew there was something else.

"Actually she wouldn't stay if I didn't bring her with me." Sheri moved aside and let the young girl in the room.

"Come on honey it's ok" Turning, Sheri grabbed her hand and ushered her in, "Anne this is Amber, and Amber this is Anne, and that's Jay next to her. I'll leave you two to talk, if you need anything just give me a holler." Sheri quietly left.

"Amber, that's a pretty name. So you know Angel? Can I ask how you met?" The girl just stared at her with confusion and a wide-eyed innocence that was a rarity from someone who had come off the streets.

Jay interrupted, "Looks like you're going to be awhile, so I'll let you off the hook tonight, but tomorrow you're going to have to give me fifty."

Anne laughed, "Fifty kisses you got it."

Jay reached and took Amber's small hand in farewell, and started to speak when he noticed smoke coming from her hand. He started pulling his hand away, but she only let go to grab his wrist, "What the fuck? A blessed tattoo. Very clever, but you're going to pay for burning me."

Anne watched stupefied, unable to believe the waif of a girl was a vampire. All her instincts were telling her to run, but she stood frozen. Amber continued laughing as she grabbed his shoulder and started pulling. The sounds of cloth, muscle, and flesh tearing mingled with the agonizing almost inhuman sounds Jay made. Slowly, Jay's cries, screaming the word `vampire' penetrated her mind as the fog began to lift.

"Anne, run, Annnnn..." Were Jay's lasts words as Amber feasted on his neck and drained him dry.

Anne started to run, and didn't even turn as she heard the unmistakable thump of a body falling to the floor. Opening the back door, Anne slammed it closed and struggled to lock the door, all the while screaming of a vampire attack. It had gone unnoticed as her staff and various residents of the shelter were simultaneously being drained from vampire minions in the main lobby of the center. She scrambled over the counter and searched for one of the many crosses and stakes they usually had hidden there. Her hand latched on to one then another cross just as the door was smashed opened.

Anne held both crosses in a death grip, but quickly tucked one into her pants, and grabbed a stake with her free hand.

"Oh goody, see I do have a fun one. You know your friend was quite tasty, but he was just an appetizer." Amber, who was still holding Jay's disembodied arm minus the hand itself, started licking the blood as if she was licking an ice cream cone. "But I'm looking forward to the main course. Boys, get those crosses away from her, but no killing."

Two of her boys started to move toward Anne who was trapped behind the counter. They ignored her frantic attempts as she fruitlessly waved her arms for them stay back. One hopped behind the counter and started stalking her. As soon as he was close enough she knocked a bucket of water that splashed down his front. It took him a moment before he realized that it holy water, and as he did the smoke started pouring off of him distracting him enough for her to drive a stake in his heart. In that moment of confusion, Anne jumped and rolled over the counter landing in a crouch.

Instinct finally took over, as Anne's single focus became that of survival, and everything from sound and sight eluded her except for the possibility of escape. Without thinking she attacked the only vampire who stood by the window, and was able to move him slightly so she could hurl herself through it. She then rolled, making herself as small as possible to avoid as much of the glass as she could before getting to her feet and running.

Anne never heard Amber's cell phone ringing, or the girl answering and her pleas to her Daddy that she wanted to continue to play. By the time Amber hung up she watched amazed as the girl escaped through the window.

"Shall I go after her Mistress?" A minion asked.

"No, Daddy wants me home. Come I'm still hungry." She dropped the arm onto the pile of other drained bodies and walked out just as she walked in, nonchalantly.

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The cell phone rang twice, breaking the silence of the night, before Stephan reached and answered it.

"Yes Sire, it is done. They are gathered at the watcher's house. The witches have a shield surrounding the area. No, they didn't detect me. Yes Sire, right away."

Stephan hung up and made haste in leaving Sunnydale to return to LA.

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"Sir, Mr. Travers is on the line for you." Adams took the phone.

"Quentin we have a situation here. The Women's Institute in Chico was broken into. Yes, I do mean broken into! It's unofficial, we were lucky and got hold of the tape seems a gang of twenty vampires lead by Lady Te attacked the slayer. No, she appears to have survived, but is on the run. Do you want us to run interference? What about the other slayer in Sunnydale? Faith could be heading directly toward... Yes sir, very well." Adams hung up the phone.

"Do we warn Mr. Giles?"

"We do nothing," Adams stated flatly before he continued. "The council is already aware of the situation, and have teams in place ready to protect the new chosen slayer when it happens."

"And Mr. Giles and his slayer?"

"Are of no concern to us." Adams watched his associate leave before picking up his private cell phone.

"Adams here. It's started. Yes sir." Adams hung up and dialed another number.

"Adams here. It's started. Yes I phoned him first. No he has no idea. Do you want me to take any action.Yes Sir, I'll inform you of any changes, right away."

A disgruntled Adams snapped his cell phone closed, and he took a seat hating the fact that his new orders were the same as the council's orders and he could do nothing. Now, that he was effectively cut off from knowing anything about the chain of events that were about to take place, he started praying that he had done the right thing.

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//We're interrupting your broadcast to bring you this special bulletin.Today at Chico, California's Institute for Women.. It is believed to be a cult believing themselves to be vampires.. From the blood loss and the bodies.It is believed that a couple of prisoners. //

"Oh shit. Hey Oz I think you better check this out?"

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"Hey where's Dawnie?" Willow asked as she scooted over next to Tara's seat. Tara smiled, "I convinced her to take a long soak after she ate everything in sight."

"She's not the only one, I feel like I'm going to explode myself. You think it has to do with what's going on out there? You know as an over compensation type of thing since we're not.." Willow stammered.

"We're not? I don't know about you, but if Dawnie wasn't here.." Tara didn't finish but looked intently at her lover, who started to turn a lovely shade of red, and pulled her to sit on her lap while she caressed her back.

"You would, would you? Right here, right now?" Willow inquired, squirming on Tara's lap.

"Ahuh, right here, right now.. buutt" Willow kissed her away her next words.

Minutes later Willow reluctantly pulled away, "Mmm, but Dawn's upstairs and could be down any time, and .and."

Taking a deep breath, Tara answered, "And we need to be aware of everything around us. So how are the shields holding?"

"We're good for now." Willow answered. But Tara noticed the small wince she gave.

"But?" Tara pushed.

Willow got up off her lap and started to pace back and forth.

Tara asked again, "But?"

"But, but I'm scared. Angel was right, this isn't like with Glory. And I helped Angel do this. What if I'm wrong? What if I made things worse? They're all under the influenced of the bond, they're all acting, well you saw them.and I added to it. And what about Xander? How's he gonna take it? I made him choose to be with Angel and Spike. Made him give up Anya, he loves her so much, I don't..I could have stopped it, I could have." With every word Willow's anxieties and fears grew.

Tara jumped up and embraced Willow; she knew instantly what her lover was so upset about.

"No, stop it, you did nothing wrong. And if there was anything you could have done you would have, we would have, but we didn't have time. You told Angel the truth, and Xander made up his own mind. You even asked me, and Angel wasn't strong enough, they needed help.we could feel it. He'll understand. Shhh." Tara continued to rub her back trying to calm her down.

"What if he doesn't? What if Xander doesn't forgive me?" Willow couldn't stop the wave of agony that started to consume her.

"He will, I promise he will, he loves you as much as you love him, shhhhhhh, I promise, I promise." Tara went on caressing her now sobbing lover, and for the moment chose to ignore Dawn's retreating back which she saw through the door, just to calm Willow down before she went after Dawn. Taking another deep breath she silently sent a prayer to the Goddess that Dawn didn't hear too much.

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Part 14:

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Xander's Dream
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"Alexander LaVelle Harris, wake up, and get down here for breakfast! If I have to repeat myself, and come up there." His mother's voice screamed.

The threat hung in the air as Xander's feet touched the floor. He rushed off to the bathroom and locked the door. Just as he was finishing his morning pee, his father banged on the door. "If I have to hear her mouth again you're going to be more than hearing from me. Do you understand me, boy?"

"Yeah, Dad, I'm up. I'll be down in a minute," Xander answered.

Xander stood over the sink staring back at his reflection. Turning the cold water on he splashed water over his face and neck. After a while he looked back at his reflection hoping that it had changed. It didn't. His hair was longer and slightly curled at the ends, and as he glanced down at his body, he thought, `this isn't right, my hair is suppose to be shorter, my body.where is it? And why the hell am I at my parents? Must be some kind of spell, right? Gotta go see Giles.'

The sound of his voice filled the room, but he didn't utter a sound. Xander spun around toward the sound of his own voice speaking, and faced his double. "Yeah, but it won't do you any good." His double said.

"Shit, wwwhat? Wwwheere?" Xander stuttered out. He gasped and turned at the sound of his father's fist banging on bathroom door and the violence of the action vibrated through the room. "I warned you boy. You had to go and ignore me while I had to listen to her yammer on. Open up this door, the longer you keep me waiting the longer I'm going to tan your hide. You hearing me boy!"

Xander blanched at the words. It had been years since he heard them. Years since his father laid a hand on him, but the old feelings; the panic, the fear came rushing back.

The other Xander's voice broke through his overwhelming fear. "He's not going to go away. You need to deal with him."

Xander turned toward the voice of his double, "You, you deal with him, you want to be me.then be my guest."

"Doesn't work that way. Besides, what I am you are," his double said.

"Yeah right---like all this makes sense anyway. Who are you? We're the same, but we're not." Xander carefully studied his double taking in the shorter hair, muscles but not the width, or mass he had built up after he started construction then he realized the double was dressed in fatigues like he was on Halloween night what three, four years ago. "You're me back then when I was the soldier, right?"

They were interrupted, as his father bellowed out, "You're really pissing me off boy, if you don't unlock this door. I'm going break it down, and if I have to do that I just might break you."

Xander looked at the soldier then back at the door. "This can't be happening, not again. You. you go, you can defend yourself better that I can. I'll hide here."

The soldier frowned, "Won't work he can't see me. You have to face him, and stand up to him, Xander."

"What are you fucking crazy? He can't see you, so of course you'd want me to face him. Listen, that man is one sick fuck, and I remember.." Xander stopped as he heard what he just said, "I, I do remember." He remembered the day he stood up to his father shortly before he moved out of the basement, the day he discovered his father was really nothing but a drunken coward disguised as a bully. The last day his father ever laid a hand on him.

He looked up at his double, watched as he faded, and didn't stop to think any more, but walked over to unlock the door and turned the knob, ignoring the constant banging on the door from his father.

Swinging the door open, Xander watched his father in mid knock freeze, as shock and confusion appeared on his father's face. Xander openly assessed the older face in front of his, and watched as the sweat poured profusely down his face just from the physical exertion of banging on the bathroom door. Xander crooked a smile as the real man stood before him, the middle-aged, over weight, alcoholic, bully of a man who was the sperm donor, and technically his father. The crooked smile widen into a grin as the reality washed over him, and instead of the usual fear he felt about his father it was replaced by disgust.

"What do you want?" Xander asked almost giddy with the realization that he didn't feel any fear.

"Shit, you on drugs boy? I'm going to beat the shit out of you, not only to teach you some manners and respect, but I'm also going make sure you never bring drugs into this house again."

The smile faded, and anger took over in the place deep inside where fear would have had him cowering in the past as Xander walked up and into his father's personal space. "Manners? Respect? From you? You don't have a fucking clue what those even mean." His father tried to stepped back as Xander leaned further into his face, but he just stepped forward following his father. "You treat a fucking dog better than you do your own son, you know nothing about respect, and that's exactly what I'll give you back--nothing."

He brought up his hand to slap Xander across the face. Before he ever made contact, Xander grabbed hold of his wrist and just held him there until he started shouting to his wife. "Claire! Fuck, the boy's on drugs or something call the police."

Xander could hear his mother coming up the stairs. "What the hell is going on?" As she reached the top of the stairs, she took in the scene before her. "Xander, let go of your father. My God, are you on drugs?"

Xander started laughing. At first it was a slow rumble that built up into a deep gut wrenching laugh and he finally stepped away from his father.

"I don't know how I ever took either of you seriously." He couldn't stop laughing, and just laughed louder as he heading toward the stairs. He heard his mother start yelling at his father, "He is on drugs! Frank? Frank, listen to me, we got do something.Frank?"

Xander turned back, about to say something, but it died in his throat as his parents were gone and he was no longer in their home, but standing in a cemetery in front of a headstone.

"What the hell?" He looked around again trying to understand what was happening. It took several minutes before he realized he stood in front of Jesse's grave. He watched in horror as Jesse materialized in front of him.

He closed his eyes, then opened, then closed them again.

"Doesn't matter how many times you do that, I'm still here," His one time best friend said. "Come on you don't really have all night."

Without opening his eyes Xander asked, "Jesse that you?"

"Yah, well I ain't St. Nick. You going open your eyes, or are we gonna talk like this?"

"I.I didn't mean to Jesse, you gotta know I never." Xander's voice trembled from the despair, and tears that he held for years locked inside now easily slipped out making tracks down his face.

""You know if I could, I'd take you in a huge hug. Please Xan, open your eyes," Jesse quietly pleaded.

At first, Xander couldn't see a thing through his tears. Then he saw him. He wasn't an aberration, he was just Jesse; Jesse as he was before Buffy, before he took his best friend's life.

"Xan, I didn't die by your hands. Only my demon did. Even that was an accident. If it hadn't happened I would have drained you dry. My demon was too young to turn anyone. We had no control, and if you didn't dust us when you did then you would have died. And you're needed Xan, I'm not, but you are."

"Jesse don't say that, I needed you, I." He tried swallowing away the grapefruit that had just grown in his throat.

"I loved you too, Xan, I really did, but you're the one who's needed. Look at me, Xan, really look. Do I look like I hate you?"

Conquering his fear, and ready to face the hatred he was sure to find there, Xander finally looked up at his best friend, his first crush, and love. He was shocked to find and feel the love Jesse had for him.

"Are you ready? You need to let go of that self-hatred, and let me be in your heart.let me be a part of you?"

Xander's tears came down in a steady stream, as Xander bowed his head in consent and opened up his heart as warmth surrounded him. He almost felt a kiss on his lips as he sank to the ground from the weight of the warmth as if it filled him.

"Are you gonna stay like that all night, or what?"

Slowly, he opened his eyes and stood up. When he realized he was no longer in the cemetery, he winced as he recognized his own voice and knew his double was back. "I fucking just want to wake up. I'm sick of this roller coaster dream. I'm sick of you and your.." Xander stopped as he saw it wasn't his soldier self, but another self, and this one had green eyes.

"Go on, I'd love to hear it." Xander watched himself grin, saw his new double's eyes gleam in the dusk around them. He started to back away, but stumbled over something and crashed to the ground. His other self started laughing with a deep high pitched sound that echoed throughout the park, and it was the same laughter that had haunted his dreams after the whole zoo fiasco.

Closing his eyes, and pinching himself hard he started moaning, "Fucking wake up, wake up. No place like the magic shop, no place like Giles' place, no place like Spike's crypt." The laughter stopped, and Xander waited a full minute before he snuck a peek to see if it worked, and he came face to face with himself. The laughter started again, and he crawled backwards as far as he could, but his hands stumbled again as his feet did earlier, yet this time he could see what it was he was stumbling over.

Xander gaped as he turned from one version of himself to another, it was all to confusing.

"Whhhat the hell is going on? Is that the soldi.no it can't be." Taking a closer look, the Xander that lay passed out on the ground, it was him, how he looked before this wacky fucked up dream. He was wearing the right clothes, had the right haircut, was the right body size, but then who was he. The unconscious Xander looked right, but he had all his memories, and he was the one dreaming, right? He just didn't have the right look. And hyena-breath was still laughing away.

"OK laugh-boy, what's going on?" When he didn't stop he demanded, "Hey, I asked you a question-can you stop laughing long enough to answer it?"

The hyena Xander did just that and stopped laughing as he began to stalk over to him. Xander swallowed hard and wanted to amend what he had said because of the way his double was looking at him. The hyena stopped when he was practically sitting in Xander's lap sniffing his neck.

"Arg.I, I, you can't, don't, what are you." Xander squealed, as he felt the other Xander's tongue starting to lick him. He struggled not to moan, and didn't want the other know it was getting to him, or to know that he was getting a hard on.

`He, all of them were getting to him. There were too many Xander's. Unconscious dead weight Xander, one that looked like how he was supposed to look. Instead he was trapped in this younger version of himself. And this other one, this other Xander, was coming on to him? This had to be the most fucked up masturbation dream ever. It had to be a dream, right? And if it was, what's the harm? So far, it felt good, really good, why run away? Why think too much? Who was he kidding; it felt wonderful. Could it get better?'

"Mmm, I do love the way you smell, my smell, our smell, we will be good together. We will care for our mates, and we will be one pack. A stronger pack," his double purred.

The hyena pushed Xander backwards into the crook of his unconscious twin's arm, and almost on top of the unconscious Xander's body. The hyena started licking Xander's body, as he pulled and ripped his shirt off.

Xander tried not to think how he was sandwiched between himself because he was still a bit wiggy thinking about it. One Xander, laid unconscious below him, and the hyena Xander, laying on top of him who started to play and lavished attention to his nipples with his tongue and lips. The hyena licked, bit, and pulled on them until they were standing tall before he started to slither his way down Xander's body, pulling the boy's pants off as he went.

Xander laid there watching himself, recognized the lust shining through his green eyes; saw the predator within himself, yet he couldn't have been more turned on. His hyena self started sniffing and licking his way down his body, past his leaking cock to his sac where he nuzzled, licked, and tried to fit one sac in his mouth, sucking hard then switched from one to the other.

The hyena pushed and lifted Xander's legs to reach and probe with his tongue. Spreading Xander's ass checks the hyena took possession and delved in. When Xander felt his tongue enter him he practically howled his enjoyment, and couldn't refrain from arching his body closer to his other self's mouth as he dug in deeper within him. Xander closed his eyes as he felt himself being stretched and probed. "Deeper!" He moaned. He wanted more.

Xander moaned in protest when he felt the tongue leave his body, but screamed in ecstasy when the mouth engulfed his leaking cock, and was quickly losing control as he started pumping into the mouth that held him in a tight vise grip. Release. He needed to cum, and cum badly, but just as he was getting into a rhythm the mouth pulled away.

"No, no please, god please I need to cum." Xander panted to the grinning face of himself.

The hyena nuzzled his neck again, and ground his naked body against his. `Naked? -Ah, it is a dream, gonna let myself cum then.' Cumming was Xander's only concern at that moment.

As if reading his thoughts, "Yes, I'm going to let you cum. We will cum together, we will mate, then we will be one for him." The hyena tilted his head indicating the unconscious Xander.

Xander sputtered, "We?" Xander looked to the unconscious Xander, "What him? Who's him anyway? I mean he/me whatever, who is he? And for that matter who am I? You're the hyena Xander-right?"

He stopped licking, but continued nuzzling and taking in his scent. "Yes, and you are Xander before we merged. He is, us, once we mate. We will be one. Need to be one to save the pack, to protect our mates. To be leader of our pack."

"And before, the solider, Jesse, my parents?" Xander asked.

"You are him, more him than I. He, and you need to be strong to see how things really are. To see them how they were. I only did what a pack leader does for their mates. Now I must claim you, so he, we, can be strong for the others." The hyena started licking Xander's lips begging entrance. Xander moaned as his counterpart continued his assault on Xander's senses. He nibbled and bit his lip hard enough to draw blood, and continued sucking on it to draw more of his essence out enjoying the taste. The hyena finally moved away from Xander's lips, and moved down to his neck starting to lick and nip the skin there.

Xander couldn't control himself as he was brought back to the edge of his earlier pleasure, as the hyena was pushing Xander toward a pinnacle as wave after wave of pleasure descended upon him when the hyena latched on to Xander's neck gnawing on the skin until it broke. Xander thrust forward, and started whimpering to be taken over the edge. "Please, I need, please.." He begged his counterpart who was sucking at his flowing blood. Xander brought one hand up to clutch his hair, pressing his face to the wound encouraging him to continue his claim. Xander's other hand joined with one of the hyena's hands and each started stroking the other's hard cock.

The hyena eased himself up a bit, moving to find the right angle to thrust a finger into Xander. Xander started shouting, overcome by the multiple sensations, "Yes, more, pleaseeeee, moreeee, ah..." Angling and crooking his finger he found the right spot, as Xander arched to meet every thrust. The hyena added another finger and continued stretching his mate, knew the time had almost come, when they needed to merge. He stopped suckling on his wound and forced Xander to look at him, to see the hyena spirit within him. "It is time.do you accept me? All we will be? For we will be one." Even through the throes of passion consuming him Xander knew the importance of his next words, "Yes. please take me. We will be one."

The hyena didn't hesitate as he removed his fingers from Xander's cock, coating himself with their pre cum before guiding himself in. The hyena also coated some of Xander's pre-cum with his other his hand and brought it up to his own throat rubbing it generously into the skin before he proceeded to cut himself mixing in both the blood with Xander's cum as the hyena guided Xander's mouth to drink the mixed essence.

Xander tried not to think about what he was doing, as his tongue tentatively touched the wound, and started lapping up the blood and semen. As the mixture entered into his system, he couldn't stop himself from latching on and sucking for all he was worth; as Xander increased his sucking tempo the hyena growled, and stretched Xander's legs as he started to slam into him hitting his prostate on every forward thrust. They echoed off of each other in animalistic sounds in time to their rutting, as they merged into a continuous rhythm of,

"Tight.hot.MINE."

"Yes, MORE.Yours..MINE."

The sound of howling filled the air as they both reached their peak. Their physical bodies faded and merged into the still unconscious form of the man on the ground. They were now one.

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