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Golden One

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Rated : NC-17
Crossover : Cruel Intentions
Teasers : An ensouled vampire is determined to keep the new Slayer alive and safe . . . to keep her aways from harm, not only for her sake . . . but for his. Although in love and in need of her, he stays away knowing full well of what will happen if he gets too close. But what will happen when three malicious teenagers try to get in the way of his promise to love and protect her?

Notes : Buffy/Angel, mentions a lot of Buffy/Sebastian, Katheryn/Angel, Katheryn/Sebastian, Buffy/Spike, Katheryn/Spike

Manipulation, sex, and foreplays. All what makes Cruel Intentions my favorite movie of all time. Mix that with Buffy then you've got my most favorite story I've ever written.
Excerpt :
~Buffy : We usually sit here and talk about nothing in particular. And occasionally some decent guy would ask us to dance. But that rarely happens considering there are BARELY any decent guys out there in the world today.
~Angel : Would you like to dance?
~Buffy : Definitely . . .

The short dark hair didn�t match her long curly golden mane.

The certain crazed twinkle in the other�s hazel eyes didn�t fit her bright and innocent blue ones.

The dark brown Versace dress the other wore didn�t complement the cream cashmere sweater and flared jeans she got from The Limited.

There was so much difference between them, yet they seem to be the same.

"What is it that you find so interesting?" the figure facing her finally spoke.

"How different we are," she answered humbly.

The other girl smirked.

They were in their lavish family home in the upper east side of New York. The two of them sitting in the living room decorated in dull orange and red, giving the place an exotic and modern feel. The place was bedecked with antiques, velvet curtains, and leather couches that were all imported from the countries their mother and stepfather had visited together.

Their real father died two years ago from a heart attack. A year after that, their mother, Lydia Merteuil, married Sebastian Valmont Sr., a successful business man who owned numerous companies all over the world and had his own gain in the stock markets.

Their self-righteous mother, around her late thirties (age is not exact), had been completely frenzied about the family�s wealth after her husband died. It was clear that �Old George Merteuil� left them enough money to last them another lifetime, but Lydia needed assurance and a bank to lean on �just in case.� Her excuse was �I just want what�s best for my daughters and for myself.� But the package deal also included expensive clothes, first class trips, relaxing cruises, and elegant parties, but those treats only came to the queen.

Their stepfather didn�t seem to notice or mind that his new wife was a tramp, but that didn�t mean he was any worse than their �mommy dearest.� The man had a set of mistresses all over the world and Lydia knew, but didn�t care and said nothing about it.

Their family, although rich, successful, and with a good name, were unusual, and if anyone knew of the secrets behind them, they would be the talk of the town, in the front pages of New York Times, the utter humiliation of the high standard social world. With a gold-digger for a mother, a cruel and immoral man for a father, a pair of twins, one a slut, another strong and witty, and a conceited pimp for a son, one would truly think that this family was nothing but bizarre.

The dark haired girl stood up and poured herself a glass of orange juice that sat on a table not far away from where she rested, on a red velvet couch from the 1800�s that came directly from the famous royal family in Wales, England. She took a sip of her drink and took out the cross she always carried with her everywhere she went, people mistaking it�s holy and innocent facade.

The golden one looked away and stared out the window, pulling her knees tighter to her chest and pulling away the red curtain to gaze further out into the area of busy roads, tall towers, and historic buildings. The dark one smiled with amusement at her sister�s awkwardness whenever she took the cross out. She unscrewed the lid, revealing the secret compartment of the cross, and quickly inhaled a small amount of white powder before putting it away again, sniffing and rubbing her nose.

The golden child watched as a familiar black car parked itself in front of the house, a recognizable young man seated on the driver�s seat. She gently pulled her hand away and stood up. "Sebastian�s here," she said and moved towards her room, not bothering to wait for her sister�s comment. She closed the door softly behind her and locked it.

She took a claw from her gold dressing table and clipped her hair up.

Her room was similar to her sister�s, but the main color was dark purple and gold instead of dark blue and light blue. From the drapes to the carpet, from the sheets to the couches, everything was violet and gold.

She walked towards her drawing that stood on a stand by the window that looked out into the city. She hadn�t finished it yet and she wasn�t sure if she would. Either way, she picked up a pencil and stared at it.

"Blanking out much?" She asked herself as she threw the pencil and flopped down on her bed, forcing her eyes closed.

* * * *

Sebastian peered in the living room and recognized a familiar brown haired young woman reading one of her trashy novels. He hit the doorframe and entered, trying to calm down as he sauntered in, smirking with his hands behind his back.

"Well," the girl began sarcastically, "If it isn�t Mr. I-Got-Laid-With-The-Chauffeur's-Daughter-And-Screwed-With-The-Hooker-On-Broadway-Street-At-The-Same-Time," she said, not taking her eyes off her book.

Sebastian flopped down on the couch in front of her and grinned foolishly. "Hey, I don�t stoop down to hookers, if you must know," he told her, plucking a red cherry from a bowl by the girl in front of him.

"Hmm . . . from your standards," she said looking up to gaze mockingly into his eyes, "I would think so," she said with a sneer.

Sebastian stood up and looked out the window to check on his prized car.
"It�s not gonna go anywhere," she said.

He took of his shades and placed it on the table top and looked at his stepsister incredulously, not believing that she just said that. "Kathryn, that�s a 1936 Jaguar convertible," he began as she rolled her eyes at him. He was going to start ranting about his car and how everybody wants it. "People would kill to have that car," he said, pointing out the window.

"Get over yourself, Sebastian," she said in reply.

"Where�s my Buffy?" He asked, ignoring her.

"She saw you and ran for dear life," she answered in a sigh, "When will you give up?"

The boy laughed and fixed his tie. "When I finally get her to ride me, spank my ass, and call me daddy," he smirked.

Kathryn yawned and turned the page of her book. "Never gonna happen. She�s got one of those metal G-strings that needs the right key for it to open," she told him.

"Then I�ll just have to pick at it," he told her in a serious tone and was followed with a forced smile.

"With what? Your big bad gigantic toothpick? Ooo," she said, feinting scared, "Watch out for that thing."

Sebastian glared at her.

"Good luck," she sighed once more, returning to her book.

"She in her room?" Sebastian asked, producing the dozen perfect red roses that he was hiding behind his back. He looked them over, assessing their soft velvet petals, their color, and their flawless condition.

"Yeah," Kathryn answered, turning another page of her book, "Locked, just for your convenience."

He made his way towards the bedroom hall and knocked softly on his best girl�s door. She wasn�t a girlfriend, never will, and it will only taint his reputation and he was still in high school. He was leaving Manchester a legend. His golden stepsister was just another piece of land to conquer.

"Oh, Buuuffyyy," he sang out, knocking a little more.

To Play a Part

She heard Sebastian�s voice and the light tapping on her door. Her closed eyes popped open as she pulled a pillow closer to herself. She shouldn�t answer, pretend she was sleeping and ignore him. But she couldn�t. Her fondness for her stepbrother, no matter how much he advanced towards her, got the better of her.

She let out a breath and answered the door. She looked up to see the grinning face of Sebastian, his golden curly locks cut short. He really was a charmer. She smiled back.

"Hey," he greeted, "Did I bother you?"

She shook her head. "Not at all," she smiled.

He took out a dozen picture perfect scarlet roses and she gasped. He couldn�t deny the pleasure he received when her eyes brightened, but it quickly faded as he put on a fake yet attractive smile for her, although he wasn�t so sure if the smile he gave her was really bogus or not. She took them from his hand and held them up to her face, drinking in the heavenly scent with a smile equal to the fragrance.

She looked at him. "Thank you."

He looked inside her room and noticed her drawing. He didn�t have his glasses so he couldn�t make it out. "Aren�t you gonna invite me in?" Sebastian hinted as he wiggled his eyebrows.

Before Buffy could answer, Kathryn called out from the living room. "Buffy! Phone!" She heard her twin sister shout.

The two of them looked at each other once more and Buffy gave him a look of apology as she closed the door to her room and made her way towards the living room, the roses in her hand. Sebastian groaned under his breath and lightly banged his head on the door repeatedly. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."

He felt someone next to him and he rolled his head towards a smirking Kathryn. "Fuck her? Not gonna happen, big boy," she said and made her way towards her room.

* * * *

"Hello?"

"Hey, Buffy. It�s Xander."

"Oh, hey, Xand," she said excitedly.

"Will and I are going to the Crest and do some major dancing damage. Wanna come with?"

Buffy laughed. "As long as you let me pretend I don�t know you," she answered.

Xander laughed. "I wouldn�t be talking, Buffster. You�re talking to a very wanted man ," he bragged, pride in his tone.

"Why? Some unfortunate girl waiting for you there?" Buffy asked teasingly.

"Hey! I resent that!" Xander said defensively.

"I love you, Xand. Pick me up tonight at 8? Sound good?" Buffy asked.

"Sounds like Sebastian will blow his head over and Kathryn will slip you some condoms on your way out," he responded.

"You know my life too well," she said with a laugh.

They said their goodbyes and she hung up the phone with a smile. It was always good to hear from her friends. From anyone who wasn�t putting the moves on her like Sebastian, or making her feel like a fashion disaster like her sister. She loved them both, Sebastian and Kathryn. She had grown quite affectionate of her stepbrother, no matter how sexually driven he may get. Sebastian was still sweet. Kathryn was her twin sister who, no matter how devious she gets with other people, had always protected her.

"Who was that?" Sebastian asked suspiciously from the doorway.

"Xander," Buffy replied, tucking a strand of her golden lock behind her ear.

"That prick?" Sebastian snorted.

She walked past him and into her room, the roses still in her hand. She was about to open the door when he closed it firmly with his palm and she turned around to look at him defiantly.

Buffy may be sweet but she was a feisty one at that. Sugar and spice, that�s what she reminded him of. "I don�t understand, Buffy," he said through clenched teeth, irritated that a loser like Xander can make her smile without gifts. "I try so hard to please you but you step on me and lead me on. What kind of games are you trying to play?" Sebastian asked, clearly hurt, and he wasn�t acting this time either. She gave more attention to other guys than him!

"Stop this, Sebastian," she whispered sternly, giving him the same glare that he was giving her, "You�re my stepbrother and you�ll stay that way," she said as she opened the door and slammed it in front of his face.

He punched the air, frustrated that this was going nowhere. He was back to square one for the one-hundredth time after he just moved on to the next square. It was aggravating, but challenging and he liked it that way. But still, he couldn�t help but feel like this was one game he was going to lose.

"Buffy . . . "

"Get lost, Sebastian," she replied through the door.

"I can never win with you, can I!? Everything I do is never enough for you!" He yelled in the hallway.

The door burst open. "It�s not about winning," Buffy stated, gazing at him intensely, "You can�t win my affections like some sort of trophy. You have to earn it. This isn�t some play in the theatre. You can�t go through this like some scripted performance where you have practiced your lines and actions."

He breathed deeply and locked his blue eyes with hers, giving as much passionate look as she was giving him. "Shakespeare once said �Life is nothing more than a play, and we�re merely actors playing in it�," he shot back daringly.

"A play in which the words and the course of action is not written down and rehearsed." He looked away. "I know this facade you�re putting up everyday in front of everyone, Sebastian," she said quietly and more tenderly, "I know you too well to not notice." He said nothing. With that, she slowly turned back into her room and closed the door behind her.

Clapping can be heard down the hall. He didn�t bother to look up at Kathryn�s taunting look. He just walked towards his room which was right next to Buffy�s and opened the door. But not before he heard Kathryn�s next words.

"Lovely performance," she mocked, dressed in her silk robe, "Never knew you�d know your Shakespeare."

"I actually do pay attention in school, Kathryn," he scoffed.

"If I were you, which I�m glad I�m not, I�d give up this game. Buffy�s not going to give you the time of day no matter how much roses and chocolates you give her. She�s too smart for that. I try to teach her my ways, but my little sister has her own mind," Kathryn said.

He smiled cockily at her. "I can imagine."

She glared at him. Sebastian was one of the only few people she knew that was as malicious as her and decided to offer him some consolation. "She is day. I am night. But where there is light, there is shadow. Remember that."

"And where there is darkness, light only follows," he countered.

Kathryn sneered. "Not when darkness can help it," with that answer she went back inside her own room.

Continued . . .