Author: Angelia Sparrow
"Wake up sweetie. You'll be late for school."
Buffy's head pounded and she tried to open her eyes, but
the lids suddenly weighed a couple
tons apiece. She was starving. Oatmeal with
a nice side of O- appealed. That thought brought
her not only awake but upright with a shout as the horrors
of the last two nights flooded her: the
late night call from Giles. The death of Faith,
Xander's rape. Walking in on Angel and Willow
having sex on the rug that once was Oz. The
failed slayage that had resulted in Xander's death.
And her own. It had to be a nightmare. There
was no rational explanation for any of this. A
nightmare.
Angel, her Angel, sat on the side of her bed, smiling
and stroking her hair. Still half caught in
the dream, she fumbled for a nearby stake, but was taken
aback when he kissed her. The long,
slow sort she remembered. The kind that made her
tingle all over and curl her toes. "Are you
awake yet? Or do I need to kiss you again, Sleeping
Beauty?"
"Awake and starving."
"Good, let's hunt." He shifted into the game face that he used to hate letting her see.
"Sorry, I don't come as quarry!" She rolled off
the bed and cast about for a stake or a cross. Her
broken necklace gleamed on the floor. She picked
it up and dropped it as quickly bringing her
burnt fingers to her mouth. The nightmare was true!
So why was she still so loathing of the
demons? The answer came as she quieted herself
enough for some soul searching. She could
feel the demon inside her, hungry, angry and wanting
out, but she was still here too.
Angelus laughed at her, her lover's face swallowed by
the demon that inhabited his body. "I
didn't mean to hunt you, love. I meant for you
to hunt with me!"
Drawn by the laughter, Xander and Willow wandered into
the room. Buffy looked at her friends,
the events of last night flooding her memory. They
had changed as she slept, and their clothing
reflected it. The thought that redheads shouldn't
wear black flitted across her brain and then she
reeled as first Willow and then Xander kissed Angelus.
Not the dainty false air kisses of
California, or the robust eastern European male greeting
kisses, but long sensual kisses that
made the one she had been given earlier seem chaste.
"This is going to be fun. I haven't had a family
since Spike and Drusilla ran off together. Let's
find someone to eat." announced Angelus
"I can't. I won't! I may be a vampire, but I'm still the Slayer."
"Slayer, slay yourself," giggled Willow, the madness of
the mirror-Willow far more pronounced
in this world's Willow. Xander nuzzled her and
she turned her attention to him. Buffy watched
as the kiss extended itself beyond mere tonsil-hockey
and into a full-out groping session.
"Children, this is neither the time nor place. We're
all hungry and daddy is getting into a foul
temper with your little sister." Angelus admonished.
"Oh, she's all pre-ensouled angsty girl. Leave her
here. No a-negative for her," pouted Willow,
her mouth free as Xander's moved lower, licking at the
daring neckline of her dress.
"Can we eat her?" Xander asked as he licked his way back up Willow' neck.
"No, no. She'll come around, once she's hungry enough. Let's go."
"Vampires," sighed Buffy as they left. "Thinking
with their fangs." She paused in front of the
mirror at the foot of the stair. Sure enough she
had a very dim reflection, almost a ghost image.
"Perk of having a soul. Giles will know what to
do."
"Buffy! your mother and I were very worried. Where
have you been?" Giles walked into the
livingroom, oblivious to the fact she hadn't followed.
"Um, long story. Giles. You have to invite me in."
"You're a vampire?"
"Apparently not that long. Angelus. He got
me and Willow. Willow got Xander. Slayer side-
effect: I come ensouled. Xander and Willow didn't.
And either Angelus or Willow killed Oz.
And, Giles? It's cold out here. Can I come in?"
He was tilting a crystal and peering through it.
"Your story checks." He held up a mirror.
Seeing the faint outline, he said "Do come in, Buffy,
and explain to your mother. If you had no soul,
I wouldn't be able to see you in this at all."
"I'm so hungry, but I won't eat people! Giles, you
have to help me." She sank into the same
chair where she had sat two nights prior and related
the gruesome tale of Faith's demise. Joyce
set down her teacup and looked worried.
To Buffy's surprise, Giles went to the refrigerator.
He took out a packet of blood and warmed it
in a saucepan, before pouring it into a large mug for
her. "Drink up. It's human. Purchased
most illegally from the rather venal driver of the blood-mobile.
No one you know."
Joyce whirled to look at him so she would not have to
watch Buffy feed. She had seen vampires
in their demon forms before, and didn't want to see the
look on her daughter. "And why are you
keeping human blood in your refrigerator, Mr. Giles?"
"Spellcasting. Besides, I did the research last
night and today when Buffy and the others did not
return. There is only one record of a slayer ever
being turned. And the histories state that she
lived another 100 years working as a slayer, even in
vampire form, and that she kept her soul."
"So why the mirror and crystal?" Buffy asked, licking away a blood mustache.
"Old records can be unreliable. And you know that as well
as I. I had to make sure you still had
your soul."
"I have a really bad idea. Can't we get some Tesla
orbs and re-ensoul Xander and Willow and
Angel? I'm not sure it will work. Willow's
gone crazy."
"Alas, some intellects are adversely affected by the transition.
And coupled with her powers,
that could be a disastrous situation. And the others?"
"Angelus is himself, mostly. He's being nice to
me now that he has me. Xander's too busy
kissing Angel and necking with Willow to pay much attention
to anything. I liked him better
when he was horny-teen-age guy as opposed to sex-demon."
"Orbs of Thesulah are not easy to come by. But fortunately,
Willow did give me the ritual she
used on Angel, and we may be able to do it. I'll
make the arrangements during the day. Come
here tomorrow night and we'll do the rite. Joyce,
you will be needed as well. I don't have the
raw power Willow did, but I do have training. I
think we can do it fairly easily. Buffy, I must
send you back to your vampiric family. If they
learn you've been here, your mother and I could
be in great jeopardy."
"Mom, I'm sorry. The bright side is, I can come
to all your night-openings at the gallery," Buffy
forced a smile for Joyce and left.
"Ripper? Will she be all right?" Joyce asked as
the watcher sat heavily beside here. She moved
toward him a little, seeking comfort.
He put an arm around her and sighed. "I do hope so. She is very resourceful."
"Buffy," smiled Willow. "You fed. You feel better, don't you."
"Much!" She forced a shift into game face and kissed
Willow, trying to match the passions she
had seen the other girl displaying. "Are the guys
in? I'm ready to play!"
Willow smiled, a bleak cold rictus of insanity.
"Maybe we should make it just us." She kissed
Buffy again, and the Slayer was tantalized by the blood
on her breath. "Harmony tasted so good.
She was all soft and scared. Xander bit her, and
then we bit her and Angelus bit her." A
orgasmic look washed over her face. "It was better
than sex. And Larry tasted good too.
Angelus and Xander propositioned him, and bit him while
kissing. We just got a taste."
"So, are they busy?"
"Very busy, but we won't tell what. Angelus said
to keep you busy until he came to get you."
Willow licked her neck and the plateau of her chest.
"We can keep you very busy."
"Actually, Will, I'm not quite ready to go there.
I'd rather do the guys first. You can play too.
Maybe a foursome, and see what comes of it."
Willow giggled again at the pun, the sound of ice shattering
on a frozen tarn. "Still have human
hang-ups? We're demons. Body shape isn't important.
Neither are accessories." She squeezed
one of Buffy's breasts too hard to emphasize the point.
"I still remember being human, and I still like boys. I'm going to find them."
"Daddy will be mad," Willow sing-songed behind her.
Deeply upset by the wreckage of her brilliant friend,
Buffy climbed the stairs to the bedrooms.
One resembled Willow's room at the Rosenburg house, but
inverted. The protection spells and
bene gris-gris of the fledgling witch's work were gone
and in their place were hands of glory,
curse symbols and other tools of darkness.
Xander's room too, showed a shift to the dark side.
His Star Wars collection was in place, but
arranged in tableaux could only be called disturbing.
The Playboy collection had been replaced
with an actual girl, albeit chained and rather bloodless.
She moaned weakly in her sleep as
Buffy passed.
The room that would be hers was spartan, awaiting her
decorating touch. Just a bed, and a
dresser, and empty shelves. She'd seen packing
crates with more homey touches.
She found the guys in Angelus' room. She stopped
at the door in shock, and then forced herself
to walk in and kiss Angelus, who sat on the bed.
She ruffled Xander's hair, taking care not to
distract him, lest he bite, and then returned her attention
to kissing.
"Willow was supposed to keep you busy, Slayer," Angelus managed, once she let his lips go.
"Wasn't in the mood for a girl," she pouted, trying to
match Willow's expressions as she
stripped down and cuddled into him.
"News flash: neither was I!" He cuffed her across the room.
She sprang up in game face and charged him. He pushed
Xander out of harm's way and
bounced to his feet. The battle that followed was
short but vicious and ended with Angelus on
his back and Buffy atop him.
He laughed at her and then impaled her on himself.
"If you're that determined, little girl, maybe
I should give you a go. You're cold inside.
Before you were warm, like remembered sunlight.
Now you're the moon. I like you better this way.
Vampires and sunlight don't mix."
Slightly stunned, but incredibly aroused from the fight,
Buffy hissed at him and continued to
move. He stroked her distended forehead and nose.
As she calmed, the game face melted away.
Suddenly, she felt cool hands on her back, rubbing her,
stroking her in all the right places. She
saw Angelus nod, and looked over her shoulder just in
time to see Xander approach her .
"I don't think I can handle two," she said, as Angelus
pulled her forward to present the younger
vampire a better target.
"Why not? Willow loved it. Your turn.
I've wanted this for a very long time." With that
warning, she found herself double-penetrated. It
didn't hurt as much as she had expected. She
sat up, and felt his hands come around to her breasts.
He licked her neck. "You don't know
how many nights I went to bed after a slayage session,
and dreamed of doing this. Feeling your
pretty boobs. Imagining you around me. Now
I have you and can have you as often as I want
forever. I like that idea.."
She nipped his earlobe as he kissed her shoulder.
This was doing nothing for her, but the guys
had set up a sawing rhythm and were finishing quickly.
How would she explain all this?
"Almost dawn," Willow murmured, wandering in. The
black lace dress fluttered around her.
She smiled at the tangled limbs on the bed. Buffy
was learning the new life had perks. She
removed the dress and joined them.