Fan Fiction ❯ The Games People Play ❯ A New Day ( Chapter 2 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Morganna3 
Buffy and Spike lose control and the consequences are dire. Buffy's new life in all its bloody glory. Her friends, family, Sire and an old lover react to the 'improved' Buffy. Takes place sometime after "Wrecked". B/S, B/Aus, Aus/S, Aus/B/S. [BtVS]
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Horror / Supernatural / Angst | Type: Divergence | Uploaded On: 01.01.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 149 | Status: Work In Progress
Buffy and Spike lose control and the consequences are dire. Buffy's new life in all its bloody glory. Her friends, family, Sire and an old lover react to the 'improved' Buffy. Takes place sometime after "Wrecked". B/S, B/Aus, Aus/S, Aus/B/S. [BtVS]
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Horror / Supernatural / Angst | Type: Divergence | Uploaded On: 01.01.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 149 | Status: Work In Progress
Title: The Games People Play
Author: Morganna3
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Angst/Drama/Hentai/Horror/Supernatural
Word Count: 1973
Warning: Violence. Language. Sexual Situations. Character Death.
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel: the Series belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy and Fox. No copyright infringement is intended. Characters are used here solely for entertainment purposes. No money is being made.
A/N: Thanks soooooooooo much to Hang_nga_79 for betaing! Your comments are much appreciated. ::hugs::
The Games People Play
Chapter One: A New Day
“And so I was turned by William the Bloody. Best thing that ever happened to me, aside from my second death.” Buffy giggled impishly before continuing. “Did you know I'm the only vampire who's been to heaven? My so-called friends yanked me out of absolute bliss and back down into the utter wretchedness of my former life. I went to Spike's crypt that night seeking forgetfulness or an ending to my misery if I was lucky enough. Instead, I found a new beginning and fun was had by all. Well, I had fun anyway…”
*****
An all-consuming hunger ravaged her from within. Like claws rending her flesh from the inside, the painful bloodlust of a newly risen vampire threatened to tear her apart if not rapidly appeased. Thus, her first kill was swift and brutal. She hastily dragged an inattentive passerby into the alley and ripped into his neck with her sharp fangs, greedily gulping blood as it gushed from the jagged wound. Finished within moments, she tossed the dead body into a nearby dumpster. The incident was over so quickly the man hadn't even had enough time to scream.
Buffy huffed, the unneeded air rushing out of her lungs. Well, that had been disappointing. Completely impersonal. She'd relied solely on her baser instincts instead of cunning and skill. Where was her wit? Her charm? She hated losing control. Never again, she promised. Her unlife would not be spent in duty, denial and self-sacrifice. From this moment forward, she would `live' to please herself instead of others. And it pleased her to find a more suitable main course. An amused grin crossed her lips. The first kill had been a dud but the second… the second would be savored.
*****
Buffy strolled through downtown Sunnydale, searching for the perfect quarry. Ironically, she'd patrolled these same streets a thousand-thousand times before. Of course, today, she sought a different sort of prey. She silently congratulated herself as her gaze locked on a handsome man standing in front of the Espresso Pump. A slight breeze blew his dark hair to the side revealing deep brown eyes. Oh, just her type! Okay, one of her types, she amended. She seemed to have a thing for blond blue-eyed hotties as well. Snickering at her inner musings, she walked across the street to intercept her prey. Her entire demeanor changed the instant her feet touched the sidewalk. The confident vampire stalking her next meal disappeared and a shy, unassuming co-ed stood in her place. Hesitantly, she approached her intended victim.
“Excuse me, sir…” Buffy mumbled. Glancing up at him through lowered lashes, she gleefully noted that she'd already gained his full attention.
The man stared at the vision before him, the petite blonde catching him off guard. Shaking off his momentary stupor, he politely responded. “Yes, can I help you?”
Buffy raised her head a fraction and nervously shuffled her feet on the pavement. “I'm sorry to bother you. I'm new to the area and promised to meet a friend at the Magic Box. I've been wandering around for over an hour and I still can't find it.” She shrugged her shoulders helplessly permitting a slight tremor to enter her voice. “And now I'm totally lost. Could you please give me directions?”
The poor girl gazed at him hopefully. An aura of innocence surrounded her, captivating him. Big green eyes pleaded for his assistance…beautiful eyes; she was quite pretty wasn't she? He simply had to help her. Maybe even get to know her better. “You're on the right track. The Magic Box isn't that far from here. In fact, I'll walk with you if you like. Miss…?”
Bingo! She'd reeled him in hook, line and sinker. This was definitely going to be a happy Buffy day. A beatific smile lit up her face as she introduced herself. “Summers. Buffy Summers and I really appreciate this. It's so sweet of you to take me there yourself. I don't know what I would've done without you.”
He flushed under her praise and offered his own name as they began to make their way towards the Magic Box. “It's no problem, Buffy. By the way, my name's Paul. I'm very glad to have met you.”
They chatted amiably until they reached her destination. She'd discovered that Paul had been born and raised in Sunnydale and had recently returned after five years of living overseas. Stupid man. He'd gotten off the Hellmouth with life and limb intact. He never should've come back. Buffy mentally shrugged. Oh well, his bad. Now to isolate him from any witnesses, a bit more role-playing would do the job… “I'm supposed to meet my friend by the backdoor,” she said pointing down the alley. “Could you come with me?”
Naturally, he agreed unable to resist her vulnerability. Men were so predictable sometimes. She led him into the alley and stepped closer to him, preparing for her final assault. “I want to thank you for being my knight in shining armor.” She heard his heartbeat speed up and the blood rushing through his veins as she leaned into him and whispered in his ear. “ But Paul, you amaze me. You've lived in Sunnydale how long and never noticed all the things that go bump in the night? Shame on you.”
He sucked in his breath at her malicious tone but it was already far too late for him to reconsider his actions. Bone cracked as Buffy shed her human mask and sunk her fangs deep into his flesh, swallowing mouthfuls of blood as it spilled from his jugular. Satiated, she backed away and watched his corpse slide onto the mound of trash bags sitting against the wall. Someone else would find him later. Demon or human, she didn't care. Buffy sighed and shook off her demonic countenance. What a pathetic fool, falling for the oldest trick in the book. Didn't he know that chivalry was dead and the damsel always had to save herself?
Now, what to do? She'd fed but it was still too early to return to the crypt… Remembering she was just outside the Magic Box, Buffy realized the perfect opportunity was staring her right in the face. It was high time she looked up some old friends.
*****
Not wanting to alert anyone to her presence, she entered the building through the rear and crept toward the front of the shop. Anya and Xander's voices drifted to her from their places at the research table. Eavesdropping on their conversation, it became obvious, to Buffy, that they were organizing the seating arrangements for their wedding. Boring. Thank god she wouldn't have to attend. She chuckled quietly. Anya was so going to bitch about having to find another bridesmaid to stuff into that hideous dress.
Buffy inched forward, intent on observing the pair more closely. Anya droned on and on about which demon could be trusted with the humans while Xander feigned interest in her blathering. His left eye twitched, a sure sign of his agitation. Buffy grinned and sniffed the air. Oh, oh… what have we here? Underlying his mild annoyance, Xander reeked of stark fear. She licked her lips in appreciation. Delicious. No use killing them now; this new discovery could prove to be quite entertaining. No doubt Xander would screw everything up and it would be a sight to behold. Amusement colored her visage as she recalled Xander's previous faux pas.
Absently, her gaze flickered past the couple and she noted the darkened sky through the window. Spike would be waking soon. She needed to get back to him before she was missed. This would be their first real encounter since she'd `crossed over to the other side'. She was definitely looking forward to it.
*****
She sensed Spike's presence before entering the crypt. Good. He hadn't left. Buffy smiled and pushed open the stone door. The upper level appeared exactly as she'd left it. Her brow knitted in consternation as she failed to see anything that indicated Spike had been upstairs. Hmm… he must still be below. She expected him to have at least come up for blood by now. Lord, he couldn't be brooding… could he? That was an Angel thing not a Spike thing. Sighing, she descended the ladder to the bedroom. Time to face the music.
Asleep. Spike was asleep. A wry grin crossed her lips as she watched him. He must sleep like the dead or undead in this instance. She hadn't been that quiet. Maybe he was faking? She scrutinized his form intently, her gaze traveling from his silk covered legs, past his naked torso and landing on his sculpted features. His eyes moved rapidly beneath lowered lids. Dreaming.
`For in that sleep of death what dreams may come.'
Shakespeare… where had that come from? It'd been years since she'd read Hamlet. Funny, most people assumed she was a `dumb blonde.' She wasn't. Friends and enemies alike repeatedly underestimated her… and it was usually their downfall.
She shook her head in disgust at her wandering thoughts and again focused her attention on Spike. What was he dreaming? Nothing bad, she hoped. Well, nothing bad concerning her specifically. Spike was her sire, her lover and, earlier this year, he'd been her only friend. She didn't want to deal with any regrets he might have. They would save that confrontation for later. She would be avoidy-girl for a little while longer.
Silently, she disrobed and climbed onto the bed next to Spike. Reaching down, she gently removed the sheet from his body. Mmmm… pretty vampire. God, she wanted to lick him all over. A predatory gleam lit her eyes as she crawled on top of him, straddling his hard thighs. She took a moment to study the fine specimen of manhood spread beneath her, then lowered her head and began to lave one of his nipples. He moaned in his sleep. Obviously, her efforts were having the desired effect. She smiled against his skin, lightly kissing her way towards his twitching cock. Her tongue swirled around the tip before wholly engulfing the length in her mouth.
Spike's eyes fluttered open. “Fuck. Buffy…” His strangled cry elicited a hum of pleasure from the woman kneeling above him. Too much. It was all too much. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her up into a ferocious kiss. Tasting blood on her lips, he growled; tongues scraped against teeth in a battle for supremacy. Growling more forcefully, he placed his hands on her hips, flipped her over and plunged into her wet core.
Full. So full. She loved this feeling. Buffy caressed Spike's slim hips then tightened her hold. She met him thrust for thrust; her body stretching to accommodate his demands. Only one thing could make this even better… Growling, she sank her fangs into the crook of his neck, lapping up the blood that flowed forth. Sire blood. Sublime. Spike's entire body shuddered as they both crested over the edge into ecstasy.
Mind-numbingly fantastic. Vampire's definitely had more fun. Replete, Buffy sighed happily as she soothingly stroked Spike's back. Maybe he'd forgotten exactly what brought them to this point. But right now she just wanted to bask in the afterglow. Later. They'd have `the talk' later. He nuzzled her neck affectionately before finally rolling off. Content, she rested her head on his chest and closed her eyes.
Buffy. His girl. Cuddling her closer, he realized this was the first time she'd stayed after one of their sexual romps. He'd known that she would come around eventually. He smiled in satisfaction, although, an elusive thought niggled at the back of his mind. Something he needed to remember. Something that wasn't quite right.
Blood. He'd tasted another human's blood on her lips. Fangs. Biting. Christ she'd bitten him with her fangs. “Oh fuck…”
*****
An all-consuming hunger ravaged her from within. Like claws rending her flesh from the inside, the painful bloodlust of a newly risen vampire threatened to tear her apart if not rapidly appeased. Thus, her first kill was swift and brutal. She hastily dragged an inattentive passerby into the alley and ripped into his neck with her sharp fangs, greedily gulping blood as it gushed from the jagged wound. Finished within moments, she tossed the dead body into a nearby dumpster. The incident was over so quickly the man hadn't even had enough time to scream.
Buffy huffed, the unneeded air rushing out of her lungs. Well, that had been disappointing. Completely impersonal. She'd relied solely on her baser instincts instead of cunning and skill. Where was her wit? Her charm? She hated losing control. Never again, she promised. Her unlife would not be spent in duty, denial and self-sacrifice. From this moment forward, she would `live' to please herself instead of others. And it pleased her to find a more suitable main course. An amused grin crossed her lips. The first kill had been a dud but the second… the second would be savored.
*****
Buffy strolled through downtown Sunnydale, searching for the perfect quarry. Ironically, she'd patrolled these same streets a thousand-thousand times before. Of course, today, she sought a different sort of prey. She silently congratulated herself as her gaze locked on a handsome man standing in front of the Espresso Pump. A slight breeze blew his dark hair to the side revealing deep brown eyes. Oh, just her type! Okay, one of her types, she amended. She seemed to have a thing for blond blue-eyed hotties as well. Snickering at her inner musings, she walked across the street to intercept her prey. Her entire demeanor changed the instant her feet touched the sidewalk. The confident vampire stalking her next meal disappeared and a shy, unassuming co-ed stood in her place. Hesitantly, she approached her intended victim.
“Excuse me, sir…” Buffy mumbled. Glancing up at him through lowered lashes, she gleefully noted that she'd already gained his full attention.
The man stared at the vision before him, the petite blonde catching him off guard. Shaking off his momentary stupor, he politely responded. “Yes, can I help you?”
Buffy raised her head a fraction and nervously shuffled her feet on the pavement. “I'm sorry to bother you. I'm new to the area and promised to meet a friend at the Magic Box. I've been wandering around for over an hour and I still can't find it.” She shrugged her shoulders helplessly permitting a slight tremor to enter her voice. “And now I'm totally lost. Could you please give me directions?”
The poor girl gazed at him hopefully. An aura of innocence surrounded her, captivating him. Big green eyes pleaded for his assistance…beautiful eyes; she was quite pretty wasn't she? He simply had to help her. Maybe even get to know her better. “You're on the right track. The Magic Box isn't that far from here. In fact, I'll walk with you if you like. Miss…?”
Bingo! She'd reeled him in hook, line and sinker. This was definitely going to be a happy Buffy day. A beatific smile lit up her face as she introduced herself. “Summers. Buffy Summers and I really appreciate this. It's so sweet of you to take me there yourself. I don't know what I would've done without you.”
He flushed under her praise and offered his own name as they began to make their way towards the Magic Box. “It's no problem, Buffy. By the way, my name's Paul. I'm very glad to have met you.”
They chatted amiably until they reached her destination. She'd discovered that Paul had been born and raised in Sunnydale and had recently returned after five years of living overseas. Stupid man. He'd gotten off the Hellmouth with life and limb intact. He never should've come back. Buffy mentally shrugged. Oh well, his bad. Now to isolate him from any witnesses, a bit more role-playing would do the job… “I'm supposed to meet my friend by the backdoor,” she said pointing down the alley. “Could you come with me?”
Naturally, he agreed unable to resist her vulnerability. Men were so predictable sometimes. She led him into the alley and stepped closer to him, preparing for her final assault. “I want to thank you for being my knight in shining armor.” She heard his heartbeat speed up and the blood rushing through his veins as she leaned into him and whispered in his ear. “ But Paul, you amaze me. You've lived in Sunnydale how long and never noticed all the things that go bump in the night? Shame on you.”
He sucked in his breath at her malicious tone but it was already far too late for him to reconsider his actions. Bone cracked as Buffy shed her human mask and sunk her fangs deep into his flesh, swallowing mouthfuls of blood as it spilled from his jugular. Satiated, she backed away and watched his corpse slide onto the mound of trash bags sitting against the wall. Someone else would find him later. Demon or human, she didn't care. Buffy sighed and shook off her demonic countenance. What a pathetic fool, falling for the oldest trick in the book. Didn't he know that chivalry was dead and the damsel always had to save herself?
Now, what to do? She'd fed but it was still too early to return to the crypt… Remembering she was just outside the Magic Box, Buffy realized the perfect opportunity was staring her right in the face. It was high time she looked up some old friends.
*****
Not wanting to alert anyone to her presence, she entered the building through the rear and crept toward the front of the shop. Anya and Xander's voices drifted to her from their places at the research table. Eavesdropping on their conversation, it became obvious, to Buffy, that they were organizing the seating arrangements for their wedding. Boring. Thank god she wouldn't have to attend. She chuckled quietly. Anya was so going to bitch about having to find another bridesmaid to stuff into that hideous dress.
Buffy inched forward, intent on observing the pair more closely. Anya droned on and on about which demon could be trusted with the humans while Xander feigned interest in her blathering. His left eye twitched, a sure sign of his agitation. Buffy grinned and sniffed the air. Oh, oh… what have we here? Underlying his mild annoyance, Xander reeked of stark fear. She licked her lips in appreciation. Delicious. No use killing them now; this new discovery could prove to be quite entertaining. No doubt Xander would screw everything up and it would be a sight to behold. Amusement colored her visage as she recalled Xander's previous faux pas.
Absently, her gaze flickered past the couple and she noted the darkened sky through the window. Spike would be waking soon. She needed to get back to him before she was missed. This would be their first real encounter since she'd `crossed over to the other side'. She was definitely looking forward to it.
*****
She sensed Spike's presence before entering the crypt. Good. He hadn't left. Buffy smiled and pushed open the stone door. The upper level appeared exactly as she'd left it. Her brow knitted in consternation as she failed to see anything that indicated Spike had been upstairs. Hmm… he must still be below. She expected him to have at least come up for blood by now. Lord, he couldn't be brooding… could he? That was an Angel thing not a Spike thing. Sighing, she descended the ladder to the bedroom. Time to face the music.
Asleep. Spike was asleep. A wry grin crossed her lips as she watched him. He must sleep like the dead or undead in this instance. She hadn't been that quiet. Maybe he was faking? She scrutinized his form intently, her gaze traveling from his silk covered legs, past his naked torso and landing on his sculpted features. His eyes moved rapidly beneath lowered lids. Dreaming.
`For in that sleep of death what dreams may come.'
Shakespeare… where had that come from? It'd been years since she'd read Hamlet. Funny, most people assumed she was a `dumb blonde.' She wasn't. Friends and enemies alike repeatedly underestimated her… and it was usually their downfall.
She shook her head in disgust at her wandering thoughts and again focused her attention on Spike. What was he dreaming? Nothing bad, she hoped. Well, nothing bad concerning her specifically. Spike was her sire, her lover and, earlier this year, he'd been her only friend. She didn't want to deal with any regrets he might have. They would save that confrontation for later. She would be avoidy-girl for a little while longer.
Silently, she disrobed and climbed onto the bed next to Spike. Reaching down, she gently removed the sheet from his body. Mmmm… pretty vampire. God, she wanted to lick him all over. A predatory gleam lit her eyes as she crawled on top of him, straddling his hard thighs. She took a moment to study the fine specimen of manhood spread beneath her, then lowered her head and began to lave one of his nipples. He moaned in his sleep. Obviously, her efforts were having the desired effect. She smiled against his skin, lightly kissing her way towards his twitching cock. Her tongue swirled around the tip before wholly engulfing the length in her mouth.
Spike's eyes fluttered open. “Fuck. Buffy…” His strangled cry elicited a hum of pleasure from the woman kneeling above him. Too much. It was all too much. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her up into a ferocious kiss. Tasting blood on her lips, he growled; tongues scraped against teeth in a battle for supremacy. Growling more forcefully, he placed his hands on her hips, flipped her over and plunged into her wet core.
Full. So full. She loved this feeling. Buffy caressed Spike's slim hips then tightened her hold. She met him thrust for thrust; her body stretching to accommodate his demands. Only one thing could make this even better… Growling, she sank her fangs into the crook of his neck, lapping up the blood that flowed forth. Sire blood. Sublime. Spike's entire body shuddered as they both crested over the edge into ecstasy.
Mind-numbingly fantastic. Vampire's definitely had more fun. Replete, Buffy sighed happily as she soothingly stroked Spike's back. Maybe he'd forgotten exactly what brought them to this point. But right now she just wanted to bask in the afterglow. Later. They'd have `the talk' later. He nuzzled her neck affectionately before finally rolling off. Content, she rested her head on his chest and closed her eyes.
Buffy. His girl. Cuddling her closer, he realized this was the first time she'd stayed after one of their sexual romps. He'd known that she would come around eventually. He smiled in satisfaction, although, an elusive thought niggled at the back of his mind. Something he needed to remember. Something that wasn't quite right.
Blood. He'd tasted another human's blood on her lips. Fangs. Biting. Christ she'd bitten him with her fangs. “Oh fuck…”