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"Let's try something different" Buffy suggested. She wore a see-through black lace nightie that did nothing to hide her nipples and pubic hair. It was positively...'vampish'?
"Undress," she ordered.
Drusilla rapidly shed her clothing, her eyes widening as Buffy produced a strangely blunted stake. She didn't resist as Buffy slid it inside her rapidly moistening cunny and began slowly, exquisitely fucking her with it. Her surprise was nothing too when Buffy slipped a pair of joke shop plastic vampire fangs into her mouth and began biting her neck, nipples and thighs, actually drawing a little blood.
"That's it my lovely slayer," she whispered, "Bite me, devour me, drain me, please."
She was a little disappointed when Buffy withdrew the stake when she was at the point of orgasm but forgot all about it as Buffy rammed it up her ass, making Drusilla cry out in pain and shock. She got over it however as Buffy began to lick her labia lips, occasionally allowing her tongue to dart inside Drusilla's cunny and tease her clitoris. All the while she worked the stake in and out of Drusilla's sphincter, pleasuring both her fuck-holes at once.
Drusilla screamed as she climaxed, Buffy's fake fangs occasionally scr****g her cunny walls, producing delicious little twinges of pain mixed with the ecstasy.
Buffy sat back and relaxed, raising one leg as Drusilla bit deeply into her thigh whilst plunging her hand into Buffy's cunny at the same time. As she surrendered herself to the pleasure one thought raced through the Slayer's head.
"It doesn't work... ah, her blood... ah, ah, still tastes awful."
She forgot all about it as Drusilla curled her hand into a ball and fisted Buffy mercilessly, making her scream with pain and pleasure.
* * *
"This is nice," remarked Joyce. “We should do this more often."
Mother and daughter sat there on the outside steps of the house, bathing themselves in the gentle rays of the afternoon sun. Buffy was holding her mom's hand, both of them taking deep, long breaths, the air filled with the scent of the cherry blossoms Joyce had planted last spring. It was such a simple pleasure. But in that moment Buffy realised that Drusilla would never know such joy, could never sit in the sun with her mother, just enjoying the fall and rise of her chest, the sensation of inhaling and expelling air from her lungs as she and Joyce did in that moment. It saddened her.
"You're sure you're ok, mom?" she asked.
"Yes, I'm fine now, just the flu or something. I should get sick more often, I haven't felt this appreciated in a long time."
Buffy smiled. Her mother looked well rested and healthy in the soothing daylight, totally recovered from Drusilla feeding on her. "Let's just say it's been brought home to me to appreciate my mother a bit more lately."
Joyce smiled and ruffled Buffy's hair a little. "You're a great girl Buffy, a mother couldn't ask for a better daughter even if she is the Slayer."
"Love me?"
"Oh yes, more than anything."
"Right back at you."
They shared a perfect moment. Then Buffy remembered something had had been troubling her. "How are your headaches?"
"Don't worry so, I only get them from time to time. I'll expect they'll disappear entirely now you two are behaving yourselves for once. Dawn, are you ready yet?" she called.
"Coming," Dawn appeared on the porch, buttoning up her Girl Scout uniform. The sunlight glinted off the sliver cross back in its rightful place around her neck. She looked none the worse for wear, her young body recovering much faster than her mother's from the blood loss, the bite marks invisible unless you really looked for them.
As Joyce walked to the car Dawn lingered with Buffy for a moment. "Buff, did something weird happen last night?"
Buffy felt a sinking feeling deep inside. But years of practice before her parents had known she was the slayer had made her an accomplished liar. "Dawn, this is Sunnydale. Last week I killed a Neinef demon by luring it into a garbage truck with a bucket of cow bile. Something weird is always happening. That was our school motto."
"Yeah but I feel really strange..." Dawn rubbed her neck, frowning as she struggled to remember. Buffy got in first.
"You feel weak? Your neck's sore?"
"Yeah, that's right, how did you know?"
"Same symptoms as mom had. You must have caught her flu."
"Doesn't feel like any flu I've ever had."
"I wouldn't worry, mom's just fine now but you might have to take a couple of days off school."
Dawn brightened visibly. "Well, I DO feel a little woozy."
Joyce honked the horn. Buffy gave her s!ster a playful spank on the buttocks, generating an excited squeal and propelling Dawn forward a few inches. "Off you go you malingerer!"
She watched Dawn walk down the path to the car. She was walking a little funny, shimmying in her shorts in a way that seemed strangely familiar. For a moment Buffy wondered if she'd slapped her too hard or if Drusilla had accidentally hurt her in some way. Then the real reason struck her like a thunderbolt.
"Dawn, have you been raiding my underwear drawer AGAIN?!" she bellowed, not caring if the neighbours heard her or not.
Dawn looked guiltily over her shoulder, she looked flushed and Buffy suspected not just from embarrassment, a fact that went a long way to confirming her suspicions. She quickly hopped into the car. As Joyce pulled away Buffy bounded up the stairs and flung open the bottom drawer of her bedside cabinet, rifling hurriedly through her intimates.
"That little brat, she's taken my pearls!"
* * *
"Let me go you FREAK!" Dawn yelled.
Buffy ripped her shorts off with all the strength and intensity she'd saved up from two hours pacing up and down the stairs, fuming. Problem was there weren't even any vamps in town to vent her anger on. She was so mad she couldn't even think of going to meet Drusilla, even though it was already dark.
"I'll tell mom!" Dawn threatened.
"Tell her you've been taking my stuff again?"
Buffy clenched Dawn's wrists behind her back, her other hand fingering the pearls of her beloved G-string, drawing them up tight between Dawn's arse-cheeks. Dawn was silent, squirming from the sensation of the pearls rubbing tantalisingly against the puckered mouth of her anus. Joyce had threatened dire consequences if she was ever caught 'borrowing' Buffy's clothes again, maybe even forbidding her to see her father in Rome during the summer.
Buffy stripped the pearl G-string off her. Dawn whimpered, surprised by the v******e of her action but forgot all about it as Buffy gave her a dozen stinging slaps on the backside until her hips glowed quite red. She began to cry. Buffy was having none of it.
"Be quiet or it'll be the worse for you. This is between us, I don't want to upset mom," she examined the purloined lingerie, quite slick with the juices of Dawn's near constant arousal. She wondered if it was her fault, if part of Dawn remembered her lovemaking with Drusilla and craved more. But she still had to be punished. It had always been difficult for her to be truly angry with Dawn but Drusilla's stories of what had happened to her s!sters made her value her more than ever. It occurred to her she had just the thing to reprimand her without showing any real cruelty.
"Dawnie, did you like wearing this?"
"Yes," Dawn's voice was muted.
"Made you feel nice, right?"
She nodded, her face blushing to match the colour of her stinging arse cheeks, still glowing bright red from Buffy's spanking. But her Slayer senses noticed that Dawn actually seemed to have become more aroused after her chastisement, not less.
Buffy released her hands but took hold of Dawn's pony tail and wrapped it around her fingers, pulling her captive s!ster's head back until her spine arched taut as a bowstring. Dawn reached her hands behind her head to try and pull Buffy' fingers away but couldn't quite reach.
"I'm going to give you something else of mine, ok? We'll be even and I won't tell mom anything."
"Ok, ok."
"Hold still."
Buffy collected the secretions from the front of the pearl thong and coated her fingers in it. Dawn gasped as she felt Buffy's fingers straying within the tight ring of muscle of her sphincter, exploring, massaging, lubricating it with her own plentiful vaginal juices, widening it a little in preparation for another visitor she was certain it would receive that day.
"Just relax Dawnie," Buffy's voice was commanding but softer, her anger tempered by Dawn's co-operation. Dawn did as she was told, forcing herself to relax, spreading her legs wider, accepting Buffy's probing fingers and sharp nails in her rear passage even as they made her wince. Her body couldn't decide whether to try and expel them or if it rather liked them there.
The decision was made for her as they withdrew and the butt plug slipped effortlessly within her in their place, nestling tightly amidst her flesh, her anal muscles instinctively clenching around it like a powerful fist. Buffy gave it one last gentle tap and then released Dawn, turning her around by the shoulders as she tottered unsteadily.
"How does it feel?"
"I... I... I can't really say, a little weird. Intense. Hurts a bit. Do you wear this?"
Buffy nodded. "Sometimes. You have to give it a little while before you can really appreciate it. Once you do it feels wonderful. I want you to wear it all day tomorrow. Every time you feel it it'll remind you not to take my clothes again."
Dawn nodded feeling truly sorry for the first time. "I won't."
Buffy hugged her and kissed her on the cheek. "Good girl. I love you Dawn, but you drive me crazy sometimes."
Dawn looked at her resignedly. "I love you Buff, but you drive ME crazy, ALL the time."
They laughed together. "Let's try to be nicer to each other for a while, for mom's sake if nothing else," Buffy suggested.
"Ok," Dawn responded. "Do I still have to have this inside me?"
"No," Buffy relented, "You can take it out whenever you want."
Dawn thought for a second. Her body was already adjusting to the strange invader within her, slowly becoming accustomed to its presence there. In a weird way she wanted the odd, slightly uncomfortable sensation to continue, at least for a little while. It made her feel so delightfully full. She shook her head. "No, I'll wear it until tomorrow night. I shouldn't have touched your stuff. I'm sorry, I won't do it again."
It was time to reward her, Buffy decided. "Did you like the way my pearls made you feel?"
Dawn nodded.
"Did they make you feel like this?" Buffy traced her fingers along the lips of Dawn's labia.
Her fingertips rapidly became slick and Dawn began to softly moan, arching her back and flexing her legs apart. As she began to thrust herself forwards Buffy slipped her fingers inside Dawn's cunt, generating a long sigh of pleasure that transformed into a series of frantic high-pitched groans as her big s!ster masturbated her to a bone-shaking climax. As she came Buffy reached under Dawn's blue Girl Scout shirt, groping Dawn's breasts, pinching her nipples, making her come hard for a second time, her little s!ster's cries of delight silenced by a long, devastating kiss from Buffy which Dawn returned with vigour. Dawn realised that her own hands had somehow found their way to Buffy's breasts. She pulled them away, a little embarrassed but Buffy smiled at her and guided them back to her chest, letting Dawn grope her big s!ster's titties through the soft material of her silk blouse. Dawn seemed fascinated by them, still tottering slightly from the fury of her orgasm.
Buffy put her hand on Dawn's shoulder to steady her and handed Dawn her shorts back before fishing in her underwear drawer for a pair of plain white panties. "Get dressed. You can sit with mom and watch TV, I'll make us all a great big dinner."
Buffy had noted that all three of them had been eating like a swarm of wild locusts lately. She figured their bodies needed more food to help heal their puncture marks and replenish the loss of nourishment Drusilla's limited feeding had caused. Not that anyone was complaining, big bowls of pasta with ice cream to follow were always a hit. Maybe it could be a new health fad, 'Slimming by letting a vampire feed on you, eat all you want and still not get fat!'
"Buffy?"
"Yes Dawnie?"
"What just happened...?"
"Nothing happened Dawnie, I've forgiven you. That's all there is to it."
Dawn smiled and nodded in understanding. Buffy put her palm on Dawn's forehead as though feeling for a fever before transferring it to her neck, which was still a little tender to judge by Dawn's rapid flinch away.
"Sorry. If you're not over your flu by tomorrow morning you can stay off school. If you feel up to it we can go shopping together on Saturday morning?"
"I'd like that. Can I get one of those?" she pointed to Buffy's pearl G-string which was still half hanging out of the pocket of her jeans.
"We'll see. I'm not sure where you can buy them from," Buffy stuffed the pearls deep into her pocket.
She felt a lot happier. This was the closest that she and Dawn had been for a really long time. They'd used to shop together and stuff a lot when they were younger, she'd always really enjoyed it although she would never admit it. Maybe this weekend would be fun too, they could be friends again as well as s!sters.
Dawn's eyes widened and she smirked, amused.
"From Riley, huh?" She pulled on the simple training underwear Buffy proffered her, then her shorts.
It was Buffy's turn to look embarrassed. "Something like that."
Dawn grinned. "Always the quiet ones," she observed zipping her shorts up as she stepped into the hallway.
"Not always," remarked Buffy under her breath as she followed her, stopping by the bathroom to wash her hands.
* * *
"Sorry I'm late, s!ster stuff I had to work out," the crypt was lighted with a dozen scented candles. Drusilla looked up smiling happily. She was sitting on the floor as if she was having a picnic, a c***d's tea set arrayed about her.
"It's ok, my pretty, I found something," she gestured to the ground beside her as Buffy rounded on of the coffins.
She vaguely recognised him. His name was Harry or something like that, he hung around by the bus shelter begging and getting drunk. She could still see the top of a bottle of cheap liquor wrapped in a brown paper bag jutting out of his coat pocket. God only knew how old he was, his face ravaged by years of self-inflicted abuse. His expression was one of violent terror.
Her kick sent Drusilla sprawling across the floor, blood, both his and hers, spilling from her mouth. She picked herself up off the ground, spitting teeth. Buffy vaguely wondered if vamps could regrow them.
She looked at Buffy, her expression wounded. "Why?" she managed at last.
Buffy gestured to the corpse on the floor. "Why do you think?"
Drusilla looked baffled. "Did you know him?"
"No," Buffy had an overwhelming feeling of dread as to where this conversation was going.
"But he was only a dirty old tramp?"
"He was human. And you're not," Buffy's eyes welled with tears. "And that's why I can never love you." She turned to leave. "If I see you again I'll kill you," she added.
Drusilla's voice was filled with anguish "I don't understand..." she wailed.
Buffy stopped in the doorway, her body trembling with sorrow. "You can't!" she blurted out "You don't have a soul. You don't know what it means to care about people," she couldn't look at the body. This was the work of the creature she had invited into her house, that she had allowed to feed off her mother and s!ster like some goddam leech. She thought of Dawn or Joyce lying there dead on the crypt floor or sired, walking around as inhuman monsters, evil facades of their real selves. She wanted to run all the way home and clutch them to her, feeling their warmth and humanity. The thought that Drusilla could have killed them, sired them, harmed them in any way whilst Buffy just watched, chilled her to the bone. "No", she told herself quietening her rising panic and self-disgust "They're fine, alive, human, don't even know what happened. What will I tell Willow to get her to bar Dru from the house again?"
"I love you."
"YOU CAN'T LOVE! You think you can but you're like someone who is colour-blind, you think you know what the world looks like but you really have no idea," she looked at Dru, her eyes filled with misery. "I wish I'd never known you. You broke my heart," she turned to leave.
"Wait... I can make you forget."
Buffy hesitated. "What?"
"I can make you forget. Forget everything. Forget that we had ever met."
Buffy looked uncertain. "I'd have to give myself to you again?"
"Yes," Drusilla looked at her desperately, eager to maintain this one last link they shared.
Buffy was quiet for a long time. "Ok," she decided at last. "Let's do this."
Dru looked her in the eyes. She raised her fingertips up to Buffy's eyes making little circles in the air in front of her. "Believe in me. Be in me."
"OBEY," Buffy felt the word form slowly in her mind. She looked deeply into Drusilla's luscious back eyes feeling herself slowly get lost in them. But her resistance was strong.
"Ok, let's try this," she thought.
"OBEY," she repeated, "I am your slave, and I will obey whatever you tell me, I... um, I'm yours entirely?"
"YOU EXIST ONLY TO DO MY BIDDING," Drusilla didn't say the words, they just materialised in Buffy's brain.
"Yes, I..." Buffy struggled for inspiration. "I exist only in you, I am yours entirely," She felt herself begin to slip, her mind slowly giving way and take comfort in Drusilla's command.
"THIS IS HOW KENDRA DIED!" she snapped out of it in a second as the words flew unbidden across her consciousness.
She recoiled, automatically assuming a fighting stance.
Drusilla looked shocked.
"Sorry, my fault," Buffy apologised, wondering why she was apologising to this demon with its victim lying dead on the floor beside her. "Let's try again."
She forced herself to relax. Drusilla stepped nearer to her. "You are mine entirely. You exist only to please me," her tone was soft, enrapturing.
"Yes," Buffy repeated. "I'm yours. I want only to please you. Command of me whatever you wish, my life is yours to do with as you please."
"I am your everything."
"You are my everything," Buffy's brain began to cloud over, she felt dizzy, her mind hazy, her thoughts beginning to blur. She felt rather tipsy and a little turned on.
"There is no one for you but me."
Buffy burst out laughing. She couldn't help it, it just sounded so lame. Drusilla looked hurt.
"Sorry, keep going, it was working that time," Buffy reassured her.
"You have no will of your own."
"I have no will of my own."
"You are my puppet."
"I am your puppet."
Buffy felt herself sliding rapidly over the edge. She had passed the point of no return and could sense that the words she spoke were actually true. She really did belong to Drusilla and they was no resistance left anymore. If Drusilla ordered her to put a gun to her head and pull the trigger she would do so without question. What's more she felt ecstatic at being so, so warm. So loved, so absolutely content. She wished only to gaze into those beautiful black eyes forever.
"Be in me."
"Yes."
"Believe in me."
"I believe only in you."
She stood stock-still. Drusilla passed her hand in front of Buffy's face. She didn't react at all.
Drusilla looked at her making up her mind. She could kill her. The throbbing pain of her rapidly mending jawbone urged her to. It would make things so much simpler, kill her and be rid of the Slayer, Sunnydale would be her playground, at least until the next one turned up.
Or sire her? Make her her own little undead Miss Edith forever? Better than that, go to her house, walk right in, kill and sire her mother and s!ster as well. They would be one big happy fam!ly forever.
Reprogram her, make her forget what she had seen tonight. Things could be just as they were before.
Or let her go...?
Drusilla surged forward and sank her teeth deeply into the unresisting Slayer's throat.
* * *
"Why don't Slayer healing powers work on the common cold?" Buffy wondered bitterly, picking her way groggily through the headstones. She was as weak as a kitten and her neck felt as if it had been crushed in a vice. She definitely had the same flu mom and Dawn had contracted, probably caught it whilst she had been looking after them. So much for her and Dawn's shopping trip, she felt as if she'd be lucky to make it to classes on Monday.
The vamp came out of nowhere. She tried to block but in her weakened state he easily knocked her over, pinning her to the ground with his weight, biting ruthlessly into her throat with an a****l like growl.
She bit his ear clean off. He withdrew his fangs from her and instinctively reeled backwards clutching the side of his head, shrieking in pain. She spat the torn flesh and blood in his eyes as he came at her again, blinding him, making him recoil for just enough time for her to make her move. By the time his vision had returned her stake was piercing his heart.
She lay there for a few moments gathering her strength. She didn't even bother looking at her outfit which she knew was ruined. She and Dawn would HAVE to go shopping now, maybe they could wait for next weekend. She felt her throat which was now really sore, burning like a sonofabitch. That said, the wound was shallow, barely a scratch and it had already stopped bleeding.
She looked up at the stars, God, the Powers that Be or whoever. "Ok, vamp dusted, innocent protected, sacred duty performed, yadda, yadda, yadda. Now, if you don't mind I'm now going home to spend three days in bed drinking mom's chicken soup and having Dawn rub my feet."
She limped off through the graveyard towards the bright lights of Sunnydale's high street.
Drusilla watched her go from the shadows. Her demon half still wanted to race after her, to fling herself at Buffy and rip her throat out. But she had been inside Buffy's mind, knew the strength and power that resided there. Knew that even the weakened Slayer would kill her in microsecond, not even working up a sweat, Drusilla was nothing to her.
Part of her wanted to plead with her instead, to ask her to remain with her forever, to take her back and forgive this awful crime she could not comprehend. But Buffy was already gone, out of the place of the dead and into the lively streets filled with happy people. Back to her nice safe house and her warm cosy bed where her loving mother and adoring s!ster would dote on her until she recovered from her trivial, passing, illness that had weakened her but a little. Drusilla remembered how wonderful they had tasted but more than that, how wonderful they had all felt, their warmth, the steady beating of their hearts producing a sympathetic echo in her own, giving it the pretence of humanity for a few precious moments.
She wanted to go back to that house. To knock on that door and be welcomed in again, to hug Joyce and Dawn and Buffy to her and feel their love, pulsing as strongly as the blood in their veins, to share the heat of their bodies around the coldness of her own.
But she couldn't. No more than she could go back to her own fam!ly. They were dead, s!sters, mother, father, dead a hundred years, mere dust in the ground, dead as Drusilla herself was but unlike her, at peace. Her only trace of them, fragile memories that would not never fade thanks to her accursed vampire healing.
Buffy's fam!ly were alive, gloriously alive, alive with laughter in their beating hearts, alive with love and passion in their souls. Taking for granted the simple luxury of feeling warmth that came from both within and without, of walking in the sunshine, feeling the rush of air in their lungs and seeing their own reflection in the mirror. But they were just as unreachable to Drusilla now. So close yet she could never touch them again, so agonisingly near yet forbidden to her for all time.
She crawled back into the crypt and curled up in the corner to weep. It was too late to leave Sunnydale tonight. The blood she had taken from Buffy would last her until morning. The blood from the tramp's body lying beside her was filthy, polluted and diseased but it would see her through the day. She would leave Sunnydale the moment the sun set that evening, go to LA, and leave the Summers fam!ly well alone as she could not even bear to look upon them for one single more moment, to see what she had had and what she had lost. Instead she would go to LA and pick up the stragglers from the herd, to seek those like herself, alone, unloved, those that no one would ever miss if they were never seen again. Hunt and feed, hunt and feed, all she had to look forward to, forever. Wreaking terror and bringing misery her only joys.
Joyce, Dawn and Buffy would live out their mortal lives without her interference, certain to die someday, bound for heaven. That was their path, it would be their reward for being human. Even her victim lying beside her had his chance to go there.
Drusilla was damned. She could live forever. Humans would only die once, they knew not how or when but a vampire died a hundred times each day, could not escape it no more than it could help its demonic nature.
She rocked back and forth as she sobbed, crying out into the blackness and to the unheeding corpse beside her, "In all the world is there no-one more alone than I?"
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