Memory
by Debbie Nockels
(October 2000)
RATING: PG-15
CATEGORY: Vignette/Mild Angst/
SPOILERS: BtVS, through "Buffy vs. Dracula"
DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of the characters from BTVS or ANGEL. They're owned by Joss Whedon (who ought to treat them nicer), MutantEnemy, Kuzui, Sandollar, the WB, Fox, etc.
SUMMARY: What really happened when Drac bit Buffy - or should have, anyway. :-)
NOTES: I wasn't happy with the scene the way Joss presented it - so I added some things. Big surprise, right?
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Dracula seated himself beside her, his movements as graceful and flowing as a ballet dancer's. Buffy felt her chest vibrating to the heavy pounding of her heart. A part of her was screaming that she needed to stop this, right now; but another part of her was fascinated by the whole scenario. Dracula, the Dracula, was in her bedroom, sitting on her bed, touching her, seducing her. Oh, not seduction in the usual sense. There was no actual sex involved here, as there had been with Angel. No, she knew exactly what he was up to.
Or did she?
Now he was staring at her neck, with frowning intensity. It was the scars that had caught his attention. Angel's mark, that was how she thought of them, left from the time when he had drunk her blood, eternal reminders of that moment.
"You have been tasted." Dracula's cold fingers grazed over the scars. His tone had darkened. Could he possibly be jealous that someone had gotten there before him? In spite of herself, a delicious little shiver ran up Buffy's spine.
She blinked. Dracula's dark, mysterious eyes bored into hers, as if trying to penetrate her memories. She faltered, "He was - "
"Unworthy," he interrupted. "He let you go." His finger caressed her jaw line. "But the embrace, his bite . . . you remember."
"No," she whispered, but it was a lie and she knew it. Her heart gave a pang, as if by denying the memory of Angel's bite she were denying Angel himself. She remembered; God, every smallest detail . . .
Her fist connecting for the second time with Angel's jaw. The shock and bewilderment on his face brought tears to her eyes, but she knew it was the only way to save his life. The poison from Faith's arrow was spreading throughout his system by the minute. She drew back her arm and hit him again, solidly. He reeled back, half turning from her. Then he turned back.
Finally. Her tactics had at last succeeded. It was Angel's game face that looked at her now. His yellow eyes stared at her, half angry, half understanding - and even at this point struggling with his vampire instinct. He hesitated, and she pulled the loose neck of her shirt down over one shoulder. The vampiric eyes flew to her bared neck and fastened there, hunger flickering in their depths. And still he hesitated, still he fought the compulsion.
And so she grabbed his head and forced it down, until cold lips touched her skin. Angel's hands clutched convulsively at her arms. There was another moment of hesitation and then a tremendous shudder shook Angel's body, and a tiny groan escaped him. She felt his mouth open and the sharp graze of his teeth. She shivered involuntarily. And then -
Pain, sudden and sharper than she'd anticipated, so that she started, and cried out with surprise. And the warmth of blood - her blood - trickling down her neck and back. The soft, suckling sounds of Angel drinking from her. A wave of dizziness washing over her.
And then they were falling, together, but somehow Angel cushioned the shock so that she felt little more than a slight bump as they hit the floor. They were locked together, holding each other so tightly she could scarcely breathe, in an embrace that was somehow even more intimate than when they'd made love on her seventeenth birthday.
Another wave surged through her, but this wasn't one of weakness or dizziness. Her eyes widened. This was pure sensual, *sexual* enjoyment, swell after ecstatic swell of it. She arched reflexively, and felt her foot connect with some object, followed a second later by a crash. Her legs closed around Angel's hips, felt the mound of his fly pushing into her most sensitive area, and realized that he had an erection. Did vampires always get a boner when they fed, she wondered vaguely, or was it different because it was the two of them, and they loved each other?
Then all thought fled as she pressed against him, and felt the first clenching convulsions of orgasm begin - not centered in her groin as she'd experienced when they made love, although the feeling was there as well, but sleeting throughout her entire body, so powerful that the room grew black.
When she awoke, she found herself in a hospital bed. The next night Angel walked out of her life . . . and her world became empty.
"Do not fight," Dracula breathed. "I can feel your hunger." His pale visage moved closer, and she could smell the stale blood on his breath. Then his icy mouth was on her neck. She tried to protest, but her voice was frozen. And then he bit, and she would have cried if she'd been able to, that she'd once again betrayed Angel.
Sharp, icy pain, paralyzing in its intensity. This act bore not even a remote resemblance to what she'd felt with Angel. There was no sweet, hot sensuality coursing through her veins, only a chilling, remorseless draining of her life's essence. In an instant, she understood the mind games Dracula was playing with her. All his seductive manner, his head-turning compliments, his romantic whisperings, were about control and nothing more. His warped, devious personality demanded that his victims beg to be taken.
Unfortunately, knowing all this didn't help Buffy escape his enthrallment. Silently she vowed to herself that the first moment she could, she'd stake the son of a bitch so hard he wouldn't know what had hit him. Until then. . . .
Buffy gritted her teeth and bore it, knowing that at least for the present Dracula had no intention of either draining her or turning her. Soon. Her time would come soon.
THE END
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