Disclaimer in Prologue
Part 1
"Buffy, sweetie, so glad of you to join me," he smirked as he stepped out of the shadows. He had to hand it to her, she was good.
"Bite me," she retorted and assumed a fighting stance.
"Gladly, but that doesn't come until later. Right now comes the little petty fight," he said as he began to circle her like a predator. He whistled.
"Gee, how come you never dressed like that for me?" he asked. She responded with a sharp kick to his stomach. He blocked it and threw a punch at her face. She ducked and punched him in his face. She moved to punch him again, but he caught her fist and punched her in the side of the head, stunning her. She shook her head and kicked at him again, but he grabbed her leg and lifted her. He threw her over backwards and she landed hard on her back. He was on her before she could get the wind back into her lungs, straddling her stomach. She struggled with him but he held her down easily.
It was at that moment that she realized she had lost. She had failed. He was going to kill her. He was going to win. She tried not to cry, tried to be brave. She knew it was going to happen sooner or later. How ironic that it would be her fallen Angel who killed her, who drank her blood and stole her life. She gazed up at him with big eyes and he smiled. She remained silent as he stroked her cheek with his hand, fighting to keep from closing her eyes as she always did. He suddenly made a fist and
punched her in the side of her skull. She felt a sharp jolt of pain, then welcomed the darkness it promised, all the while keeping silent and not giving him the satisfaction of making her cry.
She blacked out and he picked her listless body up. She had thought he was going to kill her. She should have known him better. She should have known how infatuated he was with her, she should have known he would want to keep her with him. He began to walk to the mansion they had moved into and dreamed of what he would do to her, how he would change her. It kept him occupied until he reached the mansion. He pulled the door open and walked in, the almighty Slayer in his arms. He got many impressed stares as he walked through the garden into the main room. Throwing a cocky look at Spike and Drusilla, he made his way into his room
and closed and locked the door. Drusilla gave him an evil look as he walked by with his Slayer draped across his chest. He felt her jealousy as it surged through her and couldn't help but smile. If she had only known that she was a mere distraction while his plans unfolded. Angelus gently placed Buffy on the bed and took off his jacket. He sat down in a rocking chair in the corner of the room and waited for her to stir.
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Buffy moaned as she slowly woke up, her head pounding as a result of Angelus' blow. She opened her eyes and immediately regretted it, squeezing them shut to ride out the dizzy spell that passed over her. She buried her head in the pillow and waited. When it passed she opened her eyes slowly again and lifted her head weakly to take in her surroundings. She saw a black dresser, a TV with a Playstation, a nightstand, and several odd lamps. She moved her gaze to the bed she was lying on and was pretty impressed. It was a canopy with black sheer curtains hanging on three sides. The satin blanket was black and she saw burgundy sheets underneath it.
"This sure doesn't look like heaven," she said as she propped herself up onto her elbows. She brought one hand up to massage her temple and touch the bruise she had on the side of her head. She winced slightly.
"There's no reason why it should," Angelus said, causing her to swing her head around sharply to look at him. She groaned as another wave of dizziness hit. He noticed this and smiled. He rose slowly and walked over to the bed. Sitting down, he reached his hand out to caress her cheek. She pulled away sharply.
"What the hell is going on?" she demanded.
"We're gonna have a little fun, Buff. Just the two of us. We'll dance...and we'll play...hell, maybe we'll even kill those annoying little friends of yours. But we will have fun."
She just looked at him in confusion, not really sure what he was getting at. Before she could ask, he stood and gestured around the room. "So, what do you think?"
"A Playstation? What, can't find anything better to do with your time?" she said, raising an eyebrow. He just grinned.
"Well, being locked up all day can get really boring. Gotta have some form of entertainment. Those soaps can be such a drag," he replied as he went over to his dresser and fiddled with something.
"So what the hell are you gonna do with me? Kill me? Or did you just want to make me your little love slave?" she asked, mentally calculating how she could break free. There were no windows in the room and the only route of escape was the door. He noticed this and walked back over to the bed.
"Tsk, tsk. You're not going anywhere, lover. Besides, even if you could get past me, there's about twenty vamps out there. Twenty to one, not very good odds. So you'll just stay here," he said as he leapt onto her, pinning her against the bed with his body. She squirmed, trying to break free. "With little old me."
"Old? Yes. Little? No. You really need some help with finding better words to describe yourself. Girls are turned off by those kind of words," she said, desperately trying to throw him off of her. He just pulled both her hands away from her body and placed them against the head board. He drew out a black scarf from his night table and tied her hands together.
"Since when did you become so kinky?" she asked. He just smirked and leaned down to kiss her. She thrashed beneath him, trying to get away from him. But she could do nothing except kiss him. He pushed his tongue violently into her mouth and ran his hands up and down her body. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to will
him off of her. Breaking off suddenly, he gazed at her long and hard.
"Buff, come on. You know you want it."
"I'd rather die than have you touch me," she snapped. He ran a hand up her tank top and she couldn't help but moan.
"Nice reaction from someone who doesn't want me to touch them. I was thinking I'd wait until afterwards...but this is getting old. That spunk will definitely come in handy though," he said as he switched into game face. Buffy froze, finally understanding what was about to happen. The last piece of the puzzle was in place, and she fought hard not to cry as he closed in. Her fear was evident to him and he thrived on it. She would be his, forever and ever. He was about to turn her into the thing she
hated the most.
"Aww, don't look so scared. It won't hurt. We'll be happy. You'll stay young and beautiful forever. Don't cry," he said as he wiped a single tear from her cheek. She flinched as if he had struck her. He leaned down to kiss her, then moved his tongue over her cheek and down her throat to her jugular vein. He traced it with his tongue before biting down gently. A cry of pain escaped Buffy's lips as she closed her eyes and said her goodbyes. To her friends, her Watcher, her mother.
She had failed.
He almost drained her, then detached himself from her neck. He was in awe of how delicious her blood was, he had had a taste of it once and had always yearned for it. She would make a very powerful vampire and they would rule Sunnydale together. He cut his wrist and placed it at her mouth, waiting for her to drink. She refused and he grew angry. He forced his blood into her mouth and made her gulp it. Waiting until she had drank just enough to ensue the change, he pulled away. She choked slightly, he wasn't sure if it was from the blood or a sob.
Shrugging, he watched as she fell unconscious and began the transformation from the destroyer of evil into evil itself.
He smiled and laid down beside her, leaving her bound. And he waited.
Yep, Buffy's gonna be a vampire...
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