Buffy the Vampire Slayer:
Creatures of the Night
by PJ
 
 
The young girl panted softly, her naked body rocking while her lover pumped himself against her small, gleaming buttocks.  The girl threw her long, red hair over her left shoulder, her arms trembling as she tried to hold herself up upon the soft mattress of the hotel room bed.  The strong, muscular man reached forward, wrapping his pale arms around the girl's stomach and pulling her upright.  The girl leaned back against the naked man's torso, her young breasts dripping with sweat.  The man kissed the girl's slender left shoulder, then nuzzled his face in her perfumed hair.  The girl moaned deeply, juices slithering down her thighs while her lover massaged her shivering clit with his right hand.  The man brushed away the girl's fiery hair from her slender neck before planting soft, cool kisses on her hot skin.  The naked girl purred with pleasure, her hips writhing as the man's thick cock caressed the interior of her vagina.  The man growled softly into the oblivious girl's left ear before he bit down on the side of her neck, slurping her hot blood.
The girl shuddered, grinding her teeth together while ice spread from the side of her throat.  The naked girl's whole body convulsed, her mouth open and slack as the vampire finished his meal, draining the girl-child of every precious drop of blood.
 
Oba let the cold girl's body fall face-forward onto the bed.  He calmly dressed, then tossed a few dollars on top of the young whore's body before leaving the hotel room.
 
 
Buffy's arms shook around Diego's neck as the vampire sucked wetly on her neck.  The naked girl's outspread legs shivered, she gasped sharply from the overpowering ecstasy of Diego's feeding.  Diego fondled Buffy's pussy with his left hand, sliding his index finger up and down her glistening pink slit. Diego squeezed Buffy's left breast while he drank from the girl's neck, his cool fingers caressed the tender, erect nipple.  Buffy tightened her hold around Diego's neck, letting her head fall back against the pillow beneath her.
 
Diego pulled away from Buffy's bleeding neck.  He licked the blood from his pale lips before kissing the beautiful, naked girl beneath him.  Buffy kissed Diego ravenously, her body aflame with lust.  Buffy moved her hands from Diego's dark hair to his rock-hard cock.  She ran her small fingers over his erection while he probed her mouth with his deft tongue.  Diego lowered his prick onto Buffy's wet cunt, gently sliding his member inside.  Buffy stiffened, panting faster as Diego pushed deeper into her vagina.  Buffy hugged Diego's waist, pulling his crotch toward her open thighs.  Diego slipped his arms beneath Buffy's head, shoving his cock down into her belly.  Buffy smiled as she moaned, her warm, green eyes locked with Diego's as she thrust up with her curvaceous hips.  Flesh slapped flesh, both lovers' nude bodies were covered in perspiration upon Buffy's bed as they entwined together.  Unable to resist, Diego licked on Buffy's neck wound, her blood heightening his passion as he rammed into her.  Buffy closed her eyes, groaning softly, her legs quivering from her building orgasm.  Diego's thrusts increased, he grunted from his own approaching climax.  Buffy tilted up her face and screamed as she orgasmed, her belly shuddering while thick nectar flowed from her pussy.  Diego slammed one last time into Buffy's vagina, his shaft massaged by the girl's clenching hole.
 
Diego lowered himself next to Buffy, his left arm draped over her gleaming stomach.  Buffy snuggled against Diego's smooth chest, her skin still flush from her orgasm.
 
"When does your mother return from her convention?"
 
"Two weeks."
 
"A heartbeat," murmured Diego, kissing Buffy's slick, warm, golden hair.
 
Buffy held tightly to Diego, falling asleep in his protective embrace.
 
 
"Hardly the kind of habitation that I'm used to," frowned Oba in disgust as he looked around the interior of the abandoned factory.
 
"It suits my purposes," retorted the feminine shadow, lithe black arms crossed over her ethereal breasts.  "Can you kill the Slayer?"
 
"I don't foresee a problem," shrugged Oba, wiping dust from a chair with a white handkerchief before sitting down.
 
"Good.  I want you to kill Diego as well."
 
"Diego will be difficult.  He is a skilled mage."
 
"Are you saying you can't do it?"
 
"No.  If you want him dead, then he shall die along with the girl," shrugged Oba.
 
"I hope you perform better than your predecessor," remarked the shadow acidly.
 
 
Buffy walked quietly through the cemetery, a wooden stake in her right hand. A bird fluttered by, making the girl look up nervously.  Swallowing, Buffy looked out across the field of stone markers, searching for anything out of place.
 
 
Oba squatted in a corner of the mausoleum, tapping his fingertips together as he watched the three polished oak coffins in the center of the chamber.  One of the coffins shook softly before the thick lid was pushed open.  A young girl with chaotic blonde hair blinked her eyes, then crawled out of the confining box.
 
"Master," said the girl, bowing on her right knee before Oba.
 
"Arise," smiled the corpse-pale vampire just as the other two coffins squealed open.
 
Two more girls climbed out, another blonde, this one with short hair, and a petite, raven- maned beauty.  The young vampires bowed low like their sister, rising as Oba rose from his squat.
 
"Come, we have work to do," said Oba, leading the way out of the crypt.
 
 
  Buffy crouched down when she saw the four vampires emerge from one of the mausoleums.  Tightening her hand around her stake, Buffy waited until the vampires started heading for the cemetery's exit, then she slipped forward in pursuit. 
 
The brunette didn't even have time to shout when Buffy plunged her stake into the girl's heart.  The attractive vampiress burst into a cloud of ash, attracting the attention of her sisters.
 
"Master!  The Slayer!" warned the short-maned blonde, her features shifting as she pounced on Buffy.  Buffy smashed the undead away with her left fist, then kicked the other vampiress in the belly with her right sneaker.
 
Oba smiled, extending black claws from his fingertips.
 
The vampire slashed out at Buffy, slicing a long horizontal rent in the girl's tight black t- shirt.  Buffy snap-kicked Oba in the chest, then swirled around to smash a foot into his right temple.  While Oba went down, one of the sisters fell on Buffy's back, clawing at her breasts.
Buffy flipped the vampiress over onto the ground, then withdrew another stake from her belt and rammed it into the prone girl's chest.  The vampiress burst into ash, which didn't stop the last sister from kicking Buffy in the sternum. Buffy fell onto her spine, coughing harshly for breath.
The pale vampire girl smiled like a jackal, drool falling from her long fangs. The vampiress fell on top of Buffy, her rank breath washing over the Slayer's face as the undead brought her fangs closer to Buffy's throbbing neck.
 
Buffy kicked the vampiress in the crotch, then rolled the screaming girl off of her.  She palmed another stake, rolling on top of the squirming vampiress and thrusting the shard of wood into the undead girl's heart.
 
Buffy coughed in the thick ash cloud, blinking grit out of her eyes just before Oba crashed into her.  The vampire pinned Buffy against the wet grass, his hands fastened around her wrists.
 
"Hardly a challenge," chuckled Oba, his mouth descending toward Buffy's beckoning throat.
 
Buffy slammed her forehead into Oba's face, then reached underneath the neck of her t- shirt when he loosened his grip on her right wrist.  The Slayer withdrew the silver cross she wore on a chain around her throat.  Oba squinted from the sight of the hated symbol, pushing away from Buffy's prone body.
 
"We'll meet again, bitch!" snarled Oba, sprinting away into the cloaking night.
 
 
"More tea?" inquired Moire, a small pot held in her hands.
 
"Yes, please," smiled Diego, offering his delicate cup to the girl.
 
The red-haired young woman refilled her own cup, then sipped, enjoying the cinnamon- flavored beverage.
 
"Thank you for seeing me."
 
"Even though you are a demon, your work is well-known in the magical community, as is your gentleness," smiled Moire.
 
"It's nice to talk with another student of the art," replied Diego, sipping his tea.  "I'm sorry that I missed your father."
 
"He wanted to return to Scotland to consult some texts, he's very fascinated with this Hellmouth phenomena."
 
"I hope you're both careful, the Hellmouth is not something you should examine too closely."
 
"I have faith in my father's wisdom," said Moire defensively.
 
"Then I will say no more about it," nodded Diego in acknowledgment.
 
The vampire and the girl sat quietly for a time, sipping tea, listening to the soothing crackle of the blaze within the stone fireplace.
 
"There is something you might help me with," offered Moire hesitantly.
 
"What?"
 
"In my travels upon the Astral Plane, I've detected a powerful Darkness in Sunnydale.  It's not the Hellmouth, it appears and disappears randomly.  Do you know what it is?"
 
"Yes," whispered Diego, setting his tea cup on the coffee table.
 
"What is it?" prompted Moire, intense with curiosity.
 
"The Mistress," replied Diego, his face anguished.
 
"I don't believe I've come across such a name in my studies," frowned Moire.
 
"She is one of the Evil One's most trusted minions.  She is composed of pure Evil, just as He is.  I..served her for a time.  She freed me from Hell, hence my current undead state."
 
"I..see," murmured Moire, her green eyes wide.  "Why is she in Sunnydale?"
 
"She wants to kill the Slayer, and me."
 
 
"Thank you for a delightful evening, Moire," smiled Diego at the threshold of the manor's door.
 
"You're welcome, Diego.  Please, stop by again," beamed the lovely young woman, allowing Diego to kiss the knuckles of her left hand.
 
"Good night," wished Diego before he left, the sky beginning to lighten with approaching dawn.
 
The red-maned girl watched the vampire leave before closing the thick wooden door behind her.  She returned to the study, replacing the tea service on the silver tray before carrying it to the kitchen.  Deciding to leave the dishes for later, Moire walked down the short hall from the kitchen to the staircase rising to the second floor.  Moire raked her slender fingers through her blazing tresses, yawning widely.  Entering her bedroom, Moire flicked on the lights before reaching back to unzip her form-fitting green dress.
 
"Allow me," grinned Oba, sliding down the gown's zipper to the base of Moire's spine.
 
"How?" gasped Moire, jerking away from the vampire, then backing toward the far side of the room, her eyes locked on Oba's smirking face.   
 
"My Dark Gift, the ability to enter any habitation without asking permission, very handy when hunting for a hot meal," smiled Oba, baring his razor-sharp fangs.
 
"Stay..stay away from me!" warned Moire, eyeing the cross necklace she had laid on her night table.
 
"I'm sorry, truly I am," pouted Oba mockingly, "but I am in dire need of your sorcerous skills."
 
Oba's features shifted before he roared with bloodlust.  Moire screamed, racing for the protection of her cross. 
 
Oba moved in a blur, slapping Moire away from the night table, the topless girl falling clumsily to the bedroom floor.
 
"That's it!  Struggle!" laughed Oba, bending down to grab a handful of Moire's hair.
 
"No!" shouted Moire, scratching Oba's face with her long nails.
 
The girl's nails dug deep into Oba's pale flesh, leaving several tracks on the vampire's cold cheeks.
 
"Yes!" growled Oba, his golden eyes smoldering as he seized Moire's terrified face in both hands and kissed her violently.
 
Oba released Moire, grasping her open dress and ripping it off her slim body. Moire tried to crawl away, her fingers digging into the carpet desperately. Oba sat down heavily upon Moire's firm buttocks, pressing his right palm in the middle of her bare back as he rubbed his crotch up and down her curved ass.
 
"No, please," sobbed Moire, tears flowing down her pale, white cheeks.
 
"You'll learn to love it, sweet Moire," purred Oba, gathering Moire's thick, red hair and holding it on top of her head.  With the back of the girl's neck exposed, Oba opened his fang-filled mouth, biting deep into the naked girl's flesh.
 
Moire gasped sharply, her lips quivering as the vampire fed on her.  The girl's struggles slowed, weakness overwhelming her.  When Moire's breathing had faded to almost nothing, Oba rolled the girl onto her back, her body deathly pale, her skin a light shade of blue.  Oba tore into the flesh of his right wrist, black blood oozing from the ugly wound.
 
"If you want to live, you must drink," instructed Oba, holding his bleeding wrist over Moire's mouth.  At first the girl pressed her lips together, but as death drew closer, she reluctantly opened her mouth to accept the vampire's salvation.
 
Syrupy black blood dripped into Moire's mouth.  She swallowed the thick fluid, almost retching as the vile liquid slid down her throat.  Moire started convulsing beneath Oba, her fingers clenching the carpet as agony seared through her body.  With one last gasp, Moire stopped breathing, her eyes stared sightlessly at the ceiling of her bedroom.
 
Oba stood up, walking to the bedroom's window so he could admire the clear, star-filled sky.  He turned when he heard Moire moan softly.
 
The beautiful, young woman opened bright gold eyes, her features melting into a harsh, bestial visage.
 
Oba helped Moire to her feet, the naked girl pressing her body onto his.
 
"I'm free," whispered Moire, caressing Oba's face before covering his mouth with her hot, moist lips.
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