Summary: William
Giles and Elizabeth Summers
are betrothed. They are bound by a magic that will not allow them
to
be apart for any reason. Not even if William gets turned and
Elizabeth
is really Buffy the Vampire Slayer. (Alternate Reality story.)
“I have a gift for you, Ethan,” Warren said with a smirk. “Just a
little something to make your stay in Sunnydale a bit more fun for you.”
Ethan sat back on the couch with one arm casually slung across the
back. “This one is unadulterated?” His eyes glided over the naked woman
crawling towards him on the floor. She had none of the body
modifications that Meers’ whores usually were adorned with.
“Yes, she’s a new acquisition.” Warren looked proud. “I didn’t even
have to coerce this one, she came to me willingly.”
Cecily shivered at the coldness in the two men’s voices. She now wished
she had never decided to go after William Giles in the first place. If
she had she wouldn’t be in the situation she was in now. Cecily sat at
Ethan’s feet, shivering slightly from the cold. She was surprised when
a cloak of fine material settled around her shoulders. Out of the
corner of her eye she glanced at the man she had been given to by
Meers. He continued to talk to Warren as if nothing had happened.
“Well, those are some fine, fine plans you’ve made yourself,” Ethan
proclaimed. “I certainly wouldn’t want to be in the Giles’ places when
you attempt to bring them to fruition.” He leaned forward to take a
glass of wine off the table in front of him. He dipped one finger in,
and then he held that one finger to Cecily’s lips.
Cecily hesitantly licked the finger pressed against her mouth. The tart
taste of the wine hit her taste buds followed by a wave of lust. There
was something in that glass besides alcohol. She twitched as her
arousal grew, not wanting to move just in case one of the two men
became incensed by her actions.
“I must tell you that the arousal drug is quite addictive,” Warren
murmured. His eyes on the woman on the floor who was desperately trying
to contain herself. “It’s how I keep my sluts in line, you understand.
They want to feel good, and they know I’m the only one to provide them
with what they need.”
“Interesting,” Ethan replied. He set the glass down on the table. “Is
it engineered only for the female of the species then?”
“Yes, Mr. Rayne, that it is.” Warren nodded. “Now, your slut is ready
to used in any way you wish. I do have some spare rooms if you so
desire to use one.”
Ethan shook his head. “No, I think I will go back to my own rooms.
Thank you for the offer.” He rose to his feet, shook Warren’s hand, and
helped Cecily to her feet.
“You don’t want her to crawl like the bitch she is?” Warren asked in a
surprised tone.
“Oh, there’ll be time for that later.” Ethan took Cecily’s arm, and he
marched her towards the door. “I have way too many plans for this one
right now to see how well she crawls on her belly.”
Warren watched Ethan and Cecily leave the room. He rubbed his hands
together in anticipation. That was one thing out of his hair. He really
wasn’t attracted to Cecily Underwood. She was too well used. Warren
liked his girls young and virginal, just like Dawn Summers.
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“That is the perfect little black dress, Joyce,” Anya cooed. “You
really must buy it. It’ll be a guaranteed orgasm if you wear it to the
opening.”
Joyce coughed a little at Anya’s frank words. “I’m not sure I’m looking
for … um … orgasms.”
“Of course you are.” Anya said with a nod. “My goodness, woman. Other
than money and orgasms, what else is there in life?”
“The pride in a job well done?” Joyce ventured to say. “Or how about
the pride in the girls? I have really good girls, don’t I?”
“You girls are absolute angels,” Illyria said. She looked up from the
magazine in her lap, and she tilted her head to the side when an errant
thought occurred to her. “Do you think that Wesley wishes to have
children?”
Joyce glanced in the mirror to look at Illyria. “I’m sure he does. Most
men do, and I think that’s because they don’t have to actually carry
and birth the little sweethearts.”
The shop door opened, and a blue skinned demon slipped inside. It went
immediately to Illyria to kneel at her feet. “Mr. Rayne has the
Underwood bitch, Mistress.”
“Excellent, LeeLee.” Illyria sat back in her chair with a look of
concentration on her face. “Have you found anything out about the vamp
that crashed Dawnie’s party?”
“No, Mistress.” LeeLee shook her head. “He’s moved around, making it
difficult to locate him. However, the two female vampires have left the
city entirely.”
“Keep looking, LeeLee.” Illyria gave a casual wave of a hand. She
looked on blandly as LeeLee rose to her feet to leave the store.
“Do I even want to ask?” Joyce asked. She turned around to confront
Illyria. “What the heck was that all about?”
“My Wesley told me about the Underwood girl months ago. I saw her as a
threat to everything we hold dear.” Illyria went back to reading her
magazine.
Anya and Joyce looked at each other, and they raised matching brows.
Illyria was a strange woman at times, both regal and child-like
simultaneously. She was a primordial God-King housed in the body of a
very nice young woman, a blend of old power and new awareness.
“The war must become more aggressive,” Illyria said.
“We’re at war?” Anya looked confused.
“That vampire has more in mind than just killing us all,” Illyria
replied. “I’ve seen his kind before. He thinks he can rule when all
he’ll ever be really is another follower. If I didn’t have my Wesley,
I’d capture the half-breed as my pet. Then he’d know the true meaning
of power.”
“She’s scary,” Joyce muttered. She turned back to the mirror, desperate
to get off the subject of power. “Okay, I’ll take the black dress and
the purple dress.”
“Good choices, Joyce,” Anya nodded. She decided she needed to talk to
her old boss about the events unfolding in Sunnydale. Maybe D’Hoffyrn
would have a clue what was going on.
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Later that day, Elizabeth was doing a patrol of the biggest cemetery in
town when Angelus stepped out from behind a tree. She grimaced in
disgust when she saw him.
“Hello, lover,” Angelus drawled with a smirk. “You ready for a real
vampire to crawl between your thighs? I bet old Willy boy can barely
find his willy.” He reached down to grope his hard penis.
Elizabeth wrinkled her nose is in distaste. Crude men disgusted her
immensely. She pulled her stake out. “You boast about crap you know
nothing about, idiot,” she replied. “Haven’t you once thought about
what binds William and I together?”
Angelus laughed. “Flimsy magic at best. All I have to do is get rid of
Willy boy, and you’ll be all mine.”
Elizabeth let out her own laugh. “God, it’s like talking to a fence
post.” Her face and stance changed dramatically. “If something happens
to William… oh, he has an accident or disappears… you will live to
regret it, I promise. If not by my hand then by another.”
Angelus shivered as the magic of the promise whirled around him.
William had said the same thing back in the cemetery the night of his
turning, but it certainly didn’t have the power that the Slayer’s
promise had backing it. He wondered if this was how she captured
William’s undying affections. Then, Angelus wondered if he could twist
it to his advantage.
“Are we going to fight?” Elizabeth asked. She twirled her stake.
“Oh no, lover,” Angelus replied. “I have great, great plans for you and
Willy boy. Just you wait and see.” He turned to walk away. What he
didn’t expect was the stake that flew through the air to land in his
back, missing his heart. He turned to tauntingly say, “Missed me,
missed me, now you gotta kiss me.”
Elizabeth gave a small deviant smile in his direction. “What makes you
think I missed?”
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Trick sat in the chair across the desk from the Mayor. He and the human
were trying to strike up a deal for his takeover of the supernatural
world of the town. He smirked at his childe Alonna who sat demurely in
the chair beside him. Oh, how looks were deceiving though. She was the
perfect killing machine, remorseless and ruthless.
“You are not the only faction that wishes to rule the Hellmouth.” Mayor
Richard Wilkins popped a hard candy into his mouth before he offered
one to both of the vampires.
Trick held up a hand in refusal of the candy. “How hard can it be to
eliminate or overpower those factions?”
Wilkins chuckled. “Honestly, have you ever been to a Hellmouth before,
Mr. Trick?” He put the candy dish down. “You’d be surprised how many
people wish to control the Boca del Infierno. At the moment, there are
the Far’nik demons attempting to take control, but since they are
confined to the sewers they are not a problem. Angelus is in town. He’s
distracted by the Slayer at the moment, but he doesn’t have a chance
with her.” Wilkins shook his head in disgust.
“The Slayer? Are you sure?” Trick glanced at Alonna again. “I was told
that the Slayer was living in Madrid this year.”
“Oh, I’m sure she is, but you’re thinking about the current Slayer.”
Wilkins shook his head. “We have the Queen Slayer in residence here.”
“You didn’t tell me anything about a Queen Slayer,” Trick accused
Alonna.
“It’s not like I was a Slayer,” Alonna snarled back. “Just because I
lived with a Watcher, doesn’t mean I know anything about the bitches.”
She got to her feet, and she moved off to look out the window. She
hadn’t asked to be turned. She had no idea what her Sire wanted from
her. She tried hard to be evil like he wanted her to be, but mostly she
just wanted to go back home to live out a quiet life in the small town
she had grown up in. She knew that blood would be easy to come by in
the farming area.
“There’s also the human Warren Meers. He himself is not a concern, but
he was recently contacted by a man named Ethan Rayne. He’s the one we
have to worry about.” Wilkins ignored the vampiress’ outburst. “Then
there is the conglomerate of vamp whore houses.”
“Who is in charge of those?” Trick asked. “Those shall be my first
acquisition in this burg.” He grinned malevolently.
Wilkins leaned forward to press a button the intercom on his desk.
“Betty, could you please set up an appointment for Mr. Trick with
Harmony Kendall.”
“Yes, Mayor Wilkins,” the disembodied voice said in return. “Right
away.”
Wilkins leaned back in his chair. “There you go, my fine young man. A
meeting with Ms. Kendall is always a treat let me tell you.” Then he
leaned forward. “She was a virgin when she died. Tight as a glove every
time.”
Trick smirked at Alonna again, even though she was ignoring him now.
“Yes, they are,” he replied in a knowing voice.