TITLE: Stalemates
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DISCLAIMER: Joss, not I.
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CATEGORY: B/D
RATING: NC-17
PART: 1/2
STALEMATES 1
Chapter 1
"The sign, I want you to 'it the sign!"
Burning madness shining brightly in the brunette vampiress' eyes, Drusilla excitedly waved her hand in front of her unfortunate driver's face.
"My Spike used to 'it the sign for princess," she chanted, grabbing the steering wheel. "My Spike used to be sooo much fun, all vicious and manly..."
The, by now, more than a little annoyed chaos demon took a deep purposeful breath. Apparently hell was more likely to freeze than him getting 'round his loon of a paramour's mad rumbling. He was fine with the loony part he rather not fancied her everlasting hymn to a certain peroxide blonde. My Spike here. My Spike there.
If that's how she had fantasized about Angelus, he had a pretty good idea why said vampire would have preferred her to not to come back. At least that's what he felt after 10 month of playing second fiddle - or was it third?
Given, she had her moments. Moments which most lately seemed to increase, but was it really worth the effort?
Well, better not go there!
Anyway, why she insisted on returning to that blasted Hellhole was beyond him, although the fact he actually agreed to take her was even further beyond him. But who could seriously say they understood the thing going on in the state of Drumark? He surely didn't.
"Hands off, silly!" He hissed when all of a sudden a tiny little hand reached for the steering wheel, making the car abruptly skid.
Furious, he hit the break. He couldn't avoid the "Welcome to Sunnydale" sign but much to his surprise managed to stop the vehicle inches in front of several huge, robustly looking pine trees.
"D-R-U-S-I-L-L-A-!-!-!" He just started, but the vampiress had already exited the car.
"Honey, look! Dinner!" she cheered, her eyes firmly locked to a solemn teen walking towards Sunnydale University.
Her lover never had a chance to react. Demon to the fore Drusilla carefree and in her child-like way trudged after the lonely figure.
All of the chaos demon's tentacles and eyes came to live, following Drusilla's swaying steps.
"It's so nice you brought dinner for mummy," he heard her chirp, just before - for no obvious reason - his survival instincts kicked in.
His tentacles quivered with anticipation, as he watched his loony fuck all of a sudden getting attacked by as much as 10 dangerous looking soldier boys. It all happened silently and fast. Really, really fast.
The quivering even increased when he realized some of them held shock sticks, while others had some mean looking weapons in their hand. Weapons he neither recognized nor hoped to ever personally become acquainted to.
Without second thought the shit-scared demon turned tail and ran, barely managing to avoid a petite blonde girl racing towards the semi-human cloud of struggling limbs and dust.
***
Chapter 2
"Hey, guys!" Buffy announced in most deadly a voice. "You better get off of the girl now!"
Although she emphasized every single syllable the soldier boys didn't even as much as batting a lash. The slayer frowned. Then, with a grim look on her face, she all of a sudden latched out for the first attacker to come in handy.
"Ehw!" The young man gargled before he was out cold.
That got her some attention. At least as far as a shock stick burning in ones shine could be considered attention. Using the men's distraction the brunette hurried to scramble to her feet.
"Ouch, that hurt!" The little slayer flinched, then kicked her attacker square into the face.
The big guy went down immediately unfortunately burying her sister in combat with the mass of his body.
Buffy didn't hesitate, one quick roundhouse kick and an other one bit the dust. With a worried look at the brunette she gladly acknowledged her giving her captors a hell of a hard time.
'Well, at least she knows how to fight.'
Buffy mentally noted with more than a hint of relief.
Anyway, there wasn't much they could do against the whole lot of them.
Especially if that lot contained of 10 well trained male who - for what ever reason - determinedly fought to blow out their lights.
"C'mon!" With six out of ten currently crawling on the grass, Buffy quickly grabbed for the other girl's hand. "Let's get the hell outa here!"
She shouted viciously pulling the brunette behind her.
They ran.
Right.
Left.
Across fences and graveyards and unfamiliar gardens.
"In there!" The blonde slayer puffed when her eyes fell on the building sure to be open 25 hours a day. "C'mon, hurry!"
Her reluctant companion in tow, Buffy crashed through the heavy wooden door, only to be held back by a force, which if not for her slayer strength most likely would have dislocated her shoulder. At least.
"Ouch!" The two girls exclaimed simultaneously.
Either rubbing their maltreated shoulders and faces.
"What the heck...?" Buffy declared, for the first time looking, really looking, at the girl she'd saved. They both pulled back immediately when recognition finally hit them.
"Drusilla!!!"
"Slayer!!!"
***
"This is a church." The vampiress scoffed with a pout. They silently glared at one another, accusingly, at either side of the doorway.
"Well, I'm open for suggestions!" Buffy eventually snapped.
Drusilla, however, didn't budge.
Chapter 3
"In here, now!" The slayer demanded angrily.
This was an emergency, so she truly and honestly couldn't understand the vampiress' reluctance.
Given she didn't feel all that comfortable either about sharing her hideaway with her mortal enemy - but wasn't this an exception?
And hadn't she found them a place save? Unlocked and with nobody around to question their early morning "prayers'.
"This," Drusilla pointed out warily and for the second time, "is a church!" She shot a pointed look at her savior.
Buffy, however, refused to as much as concede the brunette girl's fury.
"Well, you know the rules," she commented matter of factly. "Stay away from holy objects, do not drink, touch or bath in holy water, never raise your hand at the slayer…" She added with a grin, when she realized Dru was just about to tackle her.
For the fracture of a second, the vampiress remained perfectly still. When she finally, and much to Buffy's surprise, decided to give in to the order, Buffy got a glimpse of an expression she'd never seen before on the vampiress' face - humor.
"Fuck you, Buffy!" She growled, but for some silly reason the tiny blonde just knew she wasn't serious about it.
Freeing her wrist from the other girl's tight grip she gracefully waltzed into their sacred cover. Although, not without a final suffering glance at the slayer. Buffy, however, couldn't care less. Slamming the heavy door shut, she quickly headed for confession box. When she turned to check on Drusilla, she found the vampiress reluctantly trudging after her.
"Well, excuse me," Buffy shot a dark glare at her follower, "but what do you think you're doing? This is my hiding place, you go and find your own!"
Having made her point she grabbed the thick curtain fabric and immediately disappeared.
After a couple of minutes her conscience forced her to slyly spy through the gab in between curtain and floor.
"What?" She snapped, when a pair of delicate sandals greeted her. The curtain was yanked back in a hurry. "This is not hiding! It's like a big neon sign saying 'come here'!" She gave the vampiress another murderous glare. But no matter how growly she spoke or how infuriated she glared, Dru stubbornly refused to leave. After several minutes Buffy finally gave in.
"Get the hell insida here!" She hissed, roughly pulling the brunette out of the limelight.
And that's how they sat for the next couple of hours.
***
"Well, I am off!" Buffy announced rigidly.
A whole night spent in confession box with a humming Drusilla had proved little too much for the tiny blonde slayer. Although, compared to the vampiress' usual erratic temper, Dru had actually been on her best behavior.
But still Buffy felt more stressed and worn out then after a week of serious slaying. It was like taking care of a toddler. They couldn't yet make themselves understandable but were capable of causing an awful lot of chaos. Not that Dru had actually done that; it was more… more… Buffy couldn't say.
All she knew was, she felt royally uncomfortable around that unpredictable vampire.
And since none of that soldier boys actually had shown up here, she just felt like getting as much space in between Drusilla and her as possibly could. But still, for some strange reason she felt mean, as so she'd be abandoning her.
"Listen," Buffy involuntarily instructed, "sun won't be up for another few hours, that should be plenty of time for you to get to where ever you've got your lair." Deciding this to be enough of a good deed, she quickly headed for her bed, unaware of the solemn dark figure slowly but surely trailing after her.
***
Chapter 4
Knock.
Knock. Knock.
With a start Buffy woke up from her death-sleep.
Immediately she turned round peering at the large window.
**Angel?** Was her very first thought, when her eyes caught sigh of the lonely figure.
Knock. Knock.
She was just about to ask him in, when she realized that Angel as well as Angelus had an all-entry-pass to her home.
She shivered.
"Slayer?"
Buffy almost fell of the bed when she recognized the voice as Drusilla's.
She was on her feet in less than a second, ripping the curtain away from the window.
"What the heck…?" She barked, but - totally taken aback by the other woman's innocent smile - she just couldn't force herself to finish her lecture.
"The moon was whispering to me," Dru informed the blonde casually. "It's been calling for mummy to…"
"Drusilla!!!" Buffy firmly cut off the vampiress.
She didn't feel intimidated or threatened by her unexpected appearance, although, she was rather sick of nocturnal intruders - especially the mad and babbling kind.
"I'm gonna make this as easy as possible," she said, her most authoritarian look firmly in place. "Go away!"
When Drusilla didn't budge, Buffy furiously grabbed her by her collar.
"I told you to leave!" She hissed, trusty Mr. Pointy hovering about the girl's chest.
**I have nowhere to go.**
Thunderstruck the slayer stared at Drusilla.
"That's impossible," she gasped, shaking her head.
**My Spike left me and Daddy never wanted me anyway.**
"That's impossible, Buffy, you're going nuts."
Repeatedly banging her forehead to the window frame, the tiny blonde forcefully tried to ban the strange voice from her head.
"You're going nuts, Buffy, nuts, nuts, nuts…"
With every nuts, her head hit the frame.
**Will you stop it already!!!**
This finally got her attention.
"How? Why?" She stuttered totally taken aback.
Abruptly her grip around the other girl's wrist loosened, and both of them struggled to keep their balance.
Buffy, however, was the first to recover.
"Alright," she said, eyes firmly locked with Drusilla, "I'm listening."
***
Chapter 5
"I can't believe, I did, what I just did."
Throwing a crocked eye at the female vampire, she blacked out the last window of the modest little tree-hut in the back of their back yard.
Instead of allowing her into her room, as Drusilla initially had demanded, Buffy had opted for an alternative spot. Having one Big Bad supplied with an all-entry-pass seemed pretty much sufficient to her.
Not that she'd ever seriously considered inviting her in in the first place, no matter how well the vampiress had played her cards. Although, in the last couple of hours she's actually learned much more about Dru than she had ever wished to discover.
One fact for example was, the brunette never, neither in life nor death ever lived on her own.
There had always been someone around her - human or vampire.
And with all her family long perished and Angelus and Spike currently unavailable, to Drusilla Buffy seemed to be the most logical choice. For once she was the slayer - meaning familiar with vampire customs and law. And second, when relating with Angel she' automatically established some kind of kin with his childer.
Well, as far as vampire customs were concerned, Drusilla could have pleaded for the rest of her unlife, although the girl's tenacity along with the approaching daylight, had thoroughly impressed her. However, the one thing finally winning her over had been the fact that Drusilla was feeling just as abandoned and isolated as Buffy herself.
She still couldn't quite believe she had granted asylum to Drusilla, though it was hard for her to see one of her most deadly enemies in the peacefully snoozing creature.
"Sleep tight, Drusilla." She whispered, carefully petting the other girl's cheek.
And although she immediately bolted, when realization hit, even in the safety of her room, the strange sensation stubbornly persisted.
***
Chapter 6
"Great, you're still here!"
A wry look on her face, Buffy stared at the sleeping brunette curled up on a stack of blankets. She obviously was so far gone, that not even the presence of the most hated slayer could rouse her from her death sleep.
Breathing a heavy sigh, Buffy flopped next to her on the floor.
"Wakey, wakey, little Dru!" She used the blunt end of her stake to nudge the other girl's foot. "C'mon, sleeping beauty, slayer's gotta go to work."
When Drusilla still wouldn't stir, she reached for one of the dark curls, running it along the brunette's nose and ear. Seconds later, Buffy found herself face to face with a much-annoyed vampire.
"Off! Now!" A pair of golden eyes drilled into her.
The slayer couldn't help but giggle.
"You're always that grumpy in the morning?" She snickered, all hesitations gone for one second.
**Next time try a good-morning-kiss, that works alright.**
The answer may had been grumpy, but the tiny blonde still couldn't but smirk. This nutcase of a vampire seemed to be far more sober than one should think at first look.
"I shall keep this in mind." She replied seriously, bending down quickly to place a swift peck to her cheek. "That's it, I'm off - sacred duty 'n all the rot." Buffy announced with a fervid blush. "Try not to sneak up on me from behind gravestones or bushes, or you may accidentally get yourself staked." She giggled, before she kicked the door shut.
***
+Oh my God, Buffy, you're flirting - with Drusilla!+
All laughter died on her lips, when realization struck home.
Much as she hated to admit it, she had been flirting with disaster, even kissed her - and worst of all she had enjoyed it.
An icy breeze running down her spine made her shudder in disgust.
Something had to be terribly wrong with her.
***
**You're home early.**
Drusilla quipped from her regular spot outside the window.
"It's you again!" The slayer sighed, hiding under a the duvet, she used as a blanket. "Go away!"
The amused giggle told her, there was no way the vampiress would voluntarily disappear. So with another heavy sight, Buffy kicked her obviously malfunctioning vampophobe blanket off the bed.
"So, what is it today?" She inquired indifferently, having experienced Dru's stubbornness before - especially when being ignored.
"The moon was singing to me."
Well, this wasn't new.
"It told me, the slayer ought to be careful the coming week."
This definitely wasn't standard repertoire.
"Alright, I'm listening.' The slayer declared, approaching the window. "Why am I to be careful?"
"The darkman - he's on his way." Dru smiled innocently. "And he's furious."
"What the heck are you talking about? Buffy gave her a quizzical look.
But the childish giggles told her, the lucid moment was over and Dru now was in a playful mood.
Gazing up at the sky, she conversed with the gloomy full moon and the stars, idly chatting the night away, all the while guarded by a tired but smiling blonde slayer, watching her back from behind.
"You better go home now." Buffy instructed, when the first rays of sunlight creeped up on the sky.
A sigh of relief slipped from her lips, when the vampiress immediately gave up on her mad little ways.
"Good night, Drusilla!" The slayer whispered, watching her disappear into the night.
With a yawn she snuggled back into her pillows, quickly falling asleep.
***
Although not for long.
Unable to totally stifle a cry, when seemingly out of nowhere the grim face of Angelus popped up in her head.
***
Chapter 7
"So, how's our raving goddess today?"
Radiating sunshine and a genuine good mood, Buffy entered the tree hut.
Almost three weeks had gone by since she most reluctantly had granted asylum to the most pigheaded vampiress in recorded history.
Three week in which she had actually grown rather fond on Drusilla - although, even by gunpoint, she'd never admit it. And with the brunette being a model houseguest by now much of her initial vacillations had disappeared. Much to her surprise, Dru had stayed out of trouble, restrained herself to not nibble or snack on people close or acquainted to her and most important, never interfered with her slaying duty. In other words, apart from being extraordinary grumpy in the morning, she had been a doll.
"I'm off, chasing vamps." The slayer announced with a smirk.
**Can't you stay away, or say 'hi' just as normal people do?** Drusilla immediately complained, burying her head in much the same way Buffy would do, under a stack of neatly folded blankets.
"C'mon, sleepyhead," Buffy playfully tucked at the duvet covering the brunette. "It's a lovely night. The moon's all bright and the stars already up, and by the way you are not…"
**…normal anyway?**
"Well, I would have gone for people, but have it your way, my dear."
With a growl the blanket flew off and a drowsy Dru reached for her dress.
"You want me to do your hair?" The slayer grinned down at her.
**Good heavens, no!** The dark-haired girl shot back straight away. **Only for tonight, I feel, I deserve an easy catch!**
And shot the taken aback slayer her most goofy smiles.
Buffy sighed, the diversity of the vampiress' character never failed to surprise her.
Especially when her usually so indifferent eyes all of a sudden danced with mischief.
"That's it. I'm off!" Buffy glared at her in mock anger. "And Dru," she waited for the vampiress to look up, "be good!"
***
"This is so boring!" The slayer complained. "Feels like midnight on a deserted graveyard."
She laughed out aloud, when she discerned what she'd just said.
"Well, what can I say," she continued her talks. "It is midnight and this is a graveyard."
She yawned. The night had been fairly uneventful, with only five vamps to dust on her way.
+Well, plenty of time to sort out this weird thing between you and Drusilla.+
The actual idea was enough to make the slayer's face viciously blush.
+Nah, rather not.+ She quickly let herself of the hook. +Better call it a night, maybe check out on the toff.+
Immediately her eyes lit up, thinking about a little more chitchat with the unpredictable vampiress.
"Unreliable bitch!" Buffy grumbled, when she discovered the tree hut all empty and Drusilla not home yet.
With a deep sigh of regret she ever so slowly went to get some rest.
***
Chapter 8
Knock. Knock.
"Dru?" Buffy sleepily lifted her head.
She should never get round to cry or react, when a massive dark figure launched itself at her bed.
"Happy to see me, lover?" A silky voice purred into her ear.
+Angelus!!!+ Was all she could think of, before a crude knuckle-duster abruptly turned her world black.
***
Chapter 9
"Satisfied, lover?"
The dark, gleefully man stared down at her.
Raped, beaten and bleeding the slayer was fading in and out consciousness.
Her heart was crying in pain, although her body refused to produce anymore tears.
This was the end. Her slayer-senses just told her. There was no way she'd make it out of his lair. Not this time.
Angelus personally had seen for the safety procedures.
"I knew, you'd get off on this, lover!" He smirked, all the while tracing a prominent blue vein up her forearm
She closed her eyes, trying to shut out the pain he inflicted on her, but still couldn't withhold a small whimper.
"Look at me, lover!"
Angelus' closed fist empathized his anger at being ignored, forcing her eyes to snap open.
Tears running freely Buffy fought to look at her torturer. His evil smile once again breaking her heart.
"Daddy!!!"
Oblivious to her surroundings, Drusilla threw herself at the vampire.
If Buffy hadn't felt all that sick and ashamed, she probably would have laughed about Angelus' faltering features.
"Drusilla!!!" He barked, recovering from being run over. "Get the hell outa here!!!"
Game-face to the fore he sent the brunette flying to the floor.
But Drusilla being Drusilla, she just wouldn't let go.
"But daddy," she whined, "you promised to let me play with the nasty slayer."
Her pout would have melted a lesser man's heat, but not so Angelus'.
"Out! Now!" He hissed, batting away her small hand petting the slayer.
For one second the vampiress seemed puzzled, but the frown quickly disappeared.
"C'mon, daddy," she purred, "Ms. Edith thinks mummy should play with the slayer. She thinks mummy could make her like you again…"
Although Buffy knew, Drusilla was up to something, and she really shouldn't interfere with her, she couldn't but flash her a warning glare. Dare you doing, what I think you'll do, was the message, but she could have just as well ordered French-fries and a burger.
For the vampiress thoroughly ignored her.
"That's my girl!" Angelus snickered with a wink at the slayer. "The two of us gonna have such a lot of fun!"
Gesturing Drusilla to get down to business, he heavily plunged down at the far end of the bed.
***
Chapter 10
"Dru…"
Humiliation draining her face of all color, Buffy silently pleaded for the girl to let go.
Being fucked by Angelus was one thing but having Drusilla kissing her way down her yaw was quite another. She tensed up until her body was shaking. This was so wrong. How dare the vampiress suggesting such thing as the two of them getting intimate in front of Angelus. Although her blunt teeth were piercing her bottom lip, Buffy couldn't withhold a small whimper.
**Easy,** Drusilla immediately whispered, but the slayer just couldn't allow herself to let go.
Biting back the tears that threatened to fall, she rigidly waited for the brunette to proceed. Expecting her touch, Buffy still gasped when Dru's bony, cold hand sneaked under the cover. For one second the vampiress played with her nipples, then she allowed her fingers to slide down little further. Involuntarily the slayer's head shot up, shocked, by the sheer overwhelming bliss of the other girl's touch. Ashamed of her own - and her traitorous body's - lustful reaction, Buffy defeated, lowered her head in disgust. She didn't know whether to flinch or moan, when Drusilla's cold lips suckled her breast. Wildfire flushed through her body, involuntarily and much to her utter disgust. She quickly crossed her legs in a helpless attempt to conceal the treacherous wetness. Only too late, a look of delight on their faces, Angelus and Dru were already sniffing the air. Her face took on an embarrassed shade of red.
"Clean her out," Angelus demanded, brutally yanking her legs apart. "But don't make her come!"
Immediately, the vampiress did as requested licking and sucking the girl's most sensitive clit. Fighting herself and the shock waves of pleasure, Buffy lay bucking and panting on the queen size bed. She hated Drusilla for what she was doing to her, while at the same time she couldn't think of anything else she'd like better than gripping the vampiress and fuck her like mad. Out of the corners of her eyes she saw Angelus fingering his erection and instantly knew it would only be a matter of minutes for him to loose patience.
+Well, isn't that what you wanted, slayer, getting fucked?+ She chided herself.
Although knowing, she was fighting a hopeless battle, her body immediately tensed up. Tears once again clouded her view and panic threatened to paralyze her. There was nothing she could do, no way to get out of there.
She cried.
**Will you stop it already!**
So wrapped up in herself, Buffy hadn't even realized the vampiress had shifted position. She was kneeling behind her, giving way for Angelus to position himself between her legs.
"Just as in old times, lover!" He snickered, just about ready to slam into her.
Buffy's eyes fell shut, knowing what was to expect, she tried to block all sight of her demonic lover. Totally focussing on herself, she neither realized Dru slipping into gameface nor her pulling her up. The only thing on her mind was Angel and maybe some tiny little voice nagging her to open her eyes.
+Little voice?+
This immediately got her attention.
**Just play along, slayer. I promise we're gonna get out of here!**
Her eyes flew open immediately, and she saucer-eyed stared at Drusilla. She knew there wasn't actually anything the vampiress could do, but she just wanted her to know she appreciated the gesture.
Little comforted, though, Buffy felt strong enough to face her predator. How much she hated him!
Infuriated by the slayer's lack of response, the master vampire latched out at her. But, the impact never came. Instead…
"OUCH!!!" The petite girl howled in pain, thanks to the set of razor-sharp canines piercing her skin.
Although scared for dear life, Buffy reluctantly decided to trust Dru on this.
For some silly reason she had a pretty good idea, what the vampires was up to.
And it both, exited and horrified her, that she actually had the balls to claim her right in front of her sire.
Exited, because Dru had chosen the only way possible to officially interfere - and horrified, because her sire might just as officially punished and killed her.
She waited.
But contrary to his usual temper, this time Angelus remained impassive.
Buffy's eyes darted back and fore in between the two vampires, unsure of what to do.
"Go!" Glaring at Dru, Angelus demanded in a grave voice, all the while totally ignoring the slayer.
Quickly gripping a hold on Drusilla, Buffy pulled the stunned vampiress towards the door.
"Angelus?" She timidly asked over her shoulder.
"I do not wish to kill any of my childers," his intensive black eyes drilled into her. "But from now on I shall no longer regard you as such. Go now, either."
***
Chapter 11
"Why?"
Sitting in opposite corners of the small wooden tree hut, Buffy quietly looked at Drusilla.
She still couldn't believe the vampiress had actually turned on her sire. For her - the slayer.
Why?
As far as Buffy knew, Drusilla admired her cruel abusive daddy. Hadn't she allowed him to maltreat and violate her for all that many years. So why now - why her? Was it because of what Angelus had nearly killed Spike, when the blonde had been chained to the wheelchair. But why hadn't she stood up for him, the one who truly loved her?
So many questions, and no such thing as an answer.
Given, there was something between them, some kind of connection.
But why would Dru risk all of her vampire existence for a shaky truce she had with the slayer?
All right, she was lonely, and her lips had sucked her into oblivion and her fingers…
Oh yeah, fingers, licking… She couldn't stop her fingers from tracing the path Dru had been kissing.
A sigh slipped her lips, all thoughts of Angelus and their most recent encounter fleeing her mind.
+Why can she make me feel like this?+ Buffy wondered. +I'm not gay.+
But the thought vanished along with the sweet mushy feeling building within her.
When Buffy finally regained her wits, she shifted uncomfortably, trying to hide an all to familiar a wetness.
**Slayer,** a soft voice whispered inside of her head. **We're both tired, I suggest you go home.**
Only when a delicate cold hand cradled her cheek, Buffy realized Dru must have moved.
"Why?" She asked, covering her wrist. "Why did you do it?"
For a long time they just quietly sat there in silence.
The vampiress and the slayer, two being who couldn't possibly be more different, at first sigh, at least.
**It's late, you should go home.**
With a sharp jerk, Drusilla had them both on their feet.
"You're right," Buffy whispered. "It's late."
Their eyes locked, and neither made an attempt to go. Instead, before she had a chance to actually think about it, Buffy leaned into the vampiress' personal space.
"Thank you," she said fondly, then quickly rose to the tips of her toes to peck, what was meant to be a friendly kiss to the other girl's cheek. But unable to stop, Buffy eventually found herself kissing and nibbling her way down to Dru's lips.
Lightning struck her, and with one whisk all control or clear thought vanished by the sheer intensity of their kiss.
**Buffy,** Before things could get too much out of hand Drusilla gently put an end to it.
**Go, get some rest.** She instructed and slowly but surely forced the slayer to leave.
***
Chapter 12
Knock. Knock.
Two yaw-breaking punches sent the slayer's head crashing into the wall.
Physically and emotionally drained as she was, it took her a second for her self-defense to kick in.
She wanted to kick and punch her attacker, but couldn't move her hands ore feet. Her eyes widened in shock, when she realized, he had done it again. Angelus, he must have sneaked into her room, again. How could she have been so naive to believe, he would let them, or especially her get away that easily. She bit down on her trembling lip until she draw blood. There he was, Angelus, kneeling on top of her. She fought hard, but in the end she just couldn't hide her tears from him.
Knowing what was just about to happen to her, she viciously buckled and kick, hoping to threw him aloft. However, her action only caused his already rock hard erection to swell furthermore.
"Well, lover" he grunted, "where did we stop?"
Obviously not expecting an answer Angelus forcefully slammed home.
"That's the girl," he chided, amused by her tears.
With a wild snarl, he slipped into game-face, knowing how much she hated the demon.
He could smell the blood from her torn inner tissue, could feel its thick smooth texture coating his cock every time he slammed into her.
Oh yeah, that's how he wanted the slayer! Weeping. Bleeding. Begging. Totally at his mercy.
God, how much he hated the bitch. But tonight, he, Angelus, childe of Darla, Scourge of Europe, would once and for all come to terms with her.
She may had corrupted Soulboy and even Drusilla, but he, Angelus, would personally put an end to this.
He would torture and fuck her, maybe even drain her, a bit. His lips curled in anticipation - there was nothing like the blood of a slayer-bitch.
Oh yeah, he would take his time, indulging himself in her sweet cries, watching her strong, powerful mind break, bit by bit.
There was so many a tool in his closet, readily waiting for him to leave beautiful red patterns on soft slayer skin.
His eyes fell shut and he quite literally drooled by the sheer thought of the sweet pains he would inflict.
His mind pre-occupied like this, he never saw the dark shadow shading the bed.
***