“You let that bloody pillock get too close to you,” a voice growled in the darkness.  William in his game face stepped out of the shadows in Elizabeth’s darkened room.  The only light was the moonbeams that flooded the room with their pale silver color.  “You’re mine, Slayer.  I will not share you.”

Elizabeth’s eyes narrowed.  “Were you following me, William?”

“William’s not here right now, Buffy.  It’s Spike you’re dealin’ with now.”  Spike leaned in close to sniff at the Slayer.  “You let that plonker get too damned close, luv.  I’m gonna have to punish you for that.”

“I’m not scared of you.”  Elizabeth raised her chin.  “I’m the Slayer, and I’m not scared of anything.”

“I’m so glad you said that, luv,” Spike said with a sneer.  “It’ll make your punishment all the sweeter for me.”  He grabbed the startled Slayer, and in a matter of seconds he had her over his lap with her dress pulled up to expose her lace covered behind.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Elizabeth shrieked.  “Let go of me, William.”

Spike gave Buffy a sharp slap on one butt cheek.  “I told you before, Slayer, that pansy William isn’t here.  Spike is gonna take care of you right and proper like.”  He slapped the other cheek hard enough to get another squeal out of the young woman on his lap.

“I didn’t let him close on purpose,” Elizabeth protested.  “Besides you know I had to get the psychotropic drug into his system.  The Council wetworks team needs him to be docile to transport him.”

“Let’s not talk about him now,” Spike demanded.  He slapped the Slayer’s pert arse again.  His hard cock pressed into the soft flesh of her stomach, and Spike somehow knew that he would be able to bring them both to orgasm just by paddling his girl’s behind.  The vampire smirked when Buffy gave a squeal after his hand connected with her flesh again. 

Elizabeth felt the tension between her legs grow, and the twitch of the firm, hard male part digging into her belly.  It would be only a matter of time before she came apart at the hands of her vampiric fiancée.  Elizabeth relaxed against William’s strong body while she let herself feel complete and utter joy.

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Cecily shuddered in arousal.  Whatever the drug was that Meers had given her made her want to fuck anything that moved, and unfortunately for Cecily, anything that didn’t move.  She sat in the seat across from Warren’s newest colleague.  She fought all her urges to give the man the show of all shows by pushing off the blanket he had provided for her inside the vehicle and touching her flesh for his perusal.

“You’re a stupid woman,” Rayne sneered.  He had plans for Cecily Underwood, but that didn’t mean he would pull his punches when speaking to her.  “You just couldn’t leave things well enough alone, could you?”

“I-I don’t know what you mean,” Cecily managed to squeeze out from between gritted teeth.  Name calling had never turned her on before, but the words falling from this man’s lips made her pussy tingle and clench.  Cecily knew it was only the drug’s affects.

“When Ms. Summers and young William became engaged they performed a bonding ceremony.”  Ethan leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees.  His face was level with Cecily’s breasts, and his deep exhalations caused the cloth covered nipples to harden.  He knew his every little movement was affecting the young woman.  He smirked wickedly to himself.  

“Why would they do that?”  Cecily was confused.

“Because as the Queen Slayer, Ms. Summers demands complete loyalty from all those around her.”  Ethan gave Cecily a measured look.  Despite his plans, he had no reservations about her personality.  He would soon break her and rebuild her into what he wanted.  He continued to speak, “Loyalty is something you appear to know nothing about.  From the sounds of it, William excels at it.”

“You know William?”  Cecily felt a bit freaked by the man’s admission.  If he knew the Giles men that would mean everyone already knew what she had been up to with Meers.  She would never be allowed to show her face in society again.  She blushed deeply while she pulled the blanket tightly around her body.

“I’m an old family friend,” Ethan answered with a smarmy smile. 

The vehicle lurched to a stop.  When the door was opened by the chauffer, Ethan rose to his feet.  He spoke to the man holding the door.  “Rogers, take Miss Underwood to my country estate.  Have your lovely Selene prepare her for me.”

Rogers gave the huddled woman a salacious leer.  “Right away, Mr. Rayne.”

“You and Selene may partake in her charms until my arrival, if you wish,” Ethan said in an offhand manner.  “If she escapes you will pay, Rogers, in a most unpleasant manner.”

“Of course, Mr. Rayne.  Thank you.”  The man bowed his head in acknowledgement.

Cecily shivered under the man’s eyes.  She was scared to find out exactly what Rayne wanted her prepared for.  The dark haired girl wondered if she had found herself in a worse situation than the one she just got out of.  The door slammed shut, and Cecily finally gave in to the waiting tears.

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Angelus barely made it back to his lair before he collapsed.  Any plans he had to find dinner that night vanished as his stomach started to roll with nausea.  The stake wound tingled and burned.  Angelus’ face was pressed against the floor in the most uncomfortable of positions, but he couldn’t find the energy to get up.

“What the hell did that bitch do to me?” Angelus muttered in a slurred voice.  “When I’m feeling better, she’s dead.”  He slipped into unconsciousness.

“That was easier than I expected it would be.”  Wesley stepped out of the shadows.

“He was quite predictable for a half-breed.”  Illyria came to stand by her spouse.  “We should secure him before he awakens.”

“Right you are, my dear.”  Wesley walked over to the vampire.  He pulled a syringe out of his pocket, and he plunged the needle into Angelus’ upturned ass.  “Let’s get him to the docks to meet Travers’ team.”

Illyria nodded slowly while she walked over to hoist the body onto her shoulders.  This was one problem out of the way.  Now they needed to figure out what to do about Meers and the newcomer Trick.

Trick watched while his childe went about her morning bedtime routine.  He was confused by the young fledgling.  She had no interest in killing or maiming like his beloved Olivia had been.  Trick missed Olivia with every cell of his unbeating heart, and Alonna just wasn’t the replacement he had hoped she would be.

“I wish you would stop watching me,” Alonna said.  She smoothed lotion into her arms even though she didn’t need to use the skin softener anymore.  “I don’t like it.”

“You’re not even jealous that I’m going to go see that whore Harmony are you?” Trick sneered.

“If it keeps you away from me, you can poke your dick in her all night long,” Alonna said.  She wanted to sneer in return, but she had learned early on that any extreme reaction to Trick’s words would get her beaten.

“Your mother killed my mate,” Trick growled.  He rose to his feet.

Alonna turned to look at the older male vampire.  “So, you keep telling me.  She was the Slayer after all.  Goes with the territory from what I hear.  Your bitch was in the right place at the right time.”  She knew her last statement would piss the vampire off, but she didn’t care anymore.

“Olivia was my life, my only love.  You watch what you say about her.”  Trick took a threatening step towards the young vampiress.

“If you really loved her you would have walked into the sun and joined her in Hell.”  Alonna stood up slowly.  “Truly mated pairs can not live without each other.  Just because I don’t know about Slayers doesn’t mean I’m completely ignorant.  Lydia and I studied vampire rituals for the last ten years, if you must know.  She planned on revolutionizing the Council’s books with her report.  You and Olivia were not mates, or you wouldn’t be standing here with me now.”

“You lie!”  Trick raised his hand.  “I claimed her exactly the way I was taught.”

Alonna gave her Sire a sad look.  “Guess you were taught wrong.”

Trick let his fist fly, and Alonna fell to the ground with a satisfying smack of flesh.  He sneered down at the fledge, “You’re nothing but a stupid little slut.  Olivia loved me and I loved her.”  Trick leaned over, pulled Alonna up off the floor, and flung her on the bed.  He disrobed while he moved towards the bed.  It was time to show her again who the boss in this relationship was.