SUNSET

SUNSET

BY BrandyBail and Desirata41


Disclaimer: All Buffy the Vampire Slayer characters are exclusive
property Of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and UPN. We are only paying homage to characters we love!

Rating: NC-17, Language, and sexual situations

Pairing: B/F

Summary: Faith acquires a cape from a consignment shop, intending
to use it for fun and games with Buffy. Little does Faith
know the cape has a longstanding curse, and dire \r consequences for the wearer. What happens next will test
the strength, courage, and love of the Chosen Two.

Dedication: Thanks to Dale, for the brainstorming sessions and
insight into the characters that we all know and
love. Thanks to Faithful Chickie, The Lady Of The List;
who inspires us all.


Notes: This is our first collaboration, and it’s proving to be a lot of
fun. In writing this story we want you to bear in mind, that
fiction is only as good as the disbelief it’s suspended
upon. Please sit back and let us take you away.

Feedback: A good writer is like a well-managed IRA; we never stop
growing. Tell us if you love it; tell us if it sucks, that’s
the only way we can make it better.


The Dark Lord’s study was cavernous. Lined wall to wall with bookshelves filled with books he had accumulated along his
travels. The blazing fireplace was large enough to cook a full
course meal, if need be.

The Italian Marble floor was adorned with large, plush Persian rug that contained a pattern of intricate beauty. Large torches in gold Filigree postings lined the walls in strategic places, offering up just the right amount of illumination. The Count did have a weakness for the finer trappings.

Vesper, his minion; entered the study. He bowed in reverence as he approached his master, carrying a long, regal cape in hand. It was the color of midnight, made from the finest velvet money could buy.
The inside was trimmed in golden silk.

The grace of the garment was evident from the way it flowed effortlessly around the wearer. It was a thing of beauty and
brought about a remembrance of more regal times, when
his family ruled Europe.

“Sire, your cape is ready.”

The Count stepped forward, and spoke in a booming voice.

“I would hope this pleases me Vesper, I’ve waited long enough for
it. Do you swear on your life that the Gypsy was adequate in his conjurings, and that your own eyes werivy ivy to them?”

He appeared as a tall, dark specter. A figure with a terrible; yet beautiful countenanthatthat bid one to stare at him without ceasing. The humble minion spread the magnificent cape for his master, bowing his head in supplication.

He sighed with pleasure feeling the exquisite garment engulf him, yes; it would do quite nicely. The Count liked all his possessions made from the finest materials, assuring they would stand the test
of time.

“Yes, my lord. None but the most powerful and ancient of the dark arts was used hence.”

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A powerful Gypsy King, with a long lineage in the magic’s had been procured to place a protection spell upon the cape, to ensure its safety against thievery. His name was Jeleb Calende, and he claimed that Merlin’s blood ran through his veins.

Jeleb’s Clan rebuked him for being in alliance with Nosferatu, the very predator he was sworn to protect humanity against. However, Jeleb was a practical man who had seen his clan through many lean times. Practicality was his voice of reason in this endeavor.

The Count was aware that his people were squatting on barren
land and starving. He was offered 30 pieces of silver in the
form of plentiful food and water, along with medicine for the sick children. The Gypsy King’s pride faltered in the face of such
suffering, and he relented.

Praying for the forgiveness of the Gods, he listened intently as he was instructed on the nature of the terrible alchemy the Count required. sho shoulders squared with the resolve needed to perform this vile task. He shuddered as he gathered the bitter herbs, roots and sacred earth necessary to place the curse as requested.

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He handed his servant a thick gold piece, “I am pleased Vesper, a little something for you, I know how you like the wenches and your ale.”

Vesper scurried from his master’s chamber, clutching the gold coin; smiling at the evening’s entertainment it would purchase. The master
could be merciless if displeased and generous beyond all imagining if
content.

His ancestors had served the Count’s bloodline for centuries. He had seen first hand the vengeance meted out by his master, and been privy to the ancient stories told about The Count’s father before him.

Though Vesper feared his master, he also loved him as though it were inbred in him from previous generations. When the townspeople gathered from all over the Province to vanquish the demon in their midst, it was Vesper and his remaining family that helped the Count escape to safety.

There was no time to pack up family heirlooms or anything else of
Value. The occupants of the castle fled in haste. Finding the castle abandoned incited the villagers to riot and pillage. They left a mere shell of it’s former opulence when they were done.

All possessions in the castle were scattered to the four winds, to be admired, bought, sold and resold. Many of the finer pieces ended up in the Palaces of Kings. Some ended up in the private collections of curiosity seekers. Other objects rumored to be enchanted, were put on display in traveling carnivals and circuses.

Over it’s many years of traveling and changing of hands, the cape never lost its luster. It had made its way across two continents and four hundred years. Finally ending up in the consignment shop,
where Faith first laid eyes on it.

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Halloween’s tomorrow night, and I’m planning somethin’ special for B. She gets kinda hinky every year round this time, something to do with some bastard named Ethan Rayne. He pulled a move on and B and the Scoobs, and I heard it wigged them out.

I told B she needs to lighten up, even the Big Bad will be takin’ the night off to party. It’s one of the rules, if ya can imagine evil going by any. Any ways It’s not like B would be in danger, coz she’s got one bad-ass girl friend; yours truly.

Red’s in on the whole deal, I asked her to help me surprise B at the
Bronze. The rest of the scoobs will be there, and I even convinced the
G-man to put in an appearance. Now all I have to do is find costumes for B and me.


Figured I’d be a smart ass, and dress up like a sexy vamp. There’s a shop in the heart of town that sells second hand clothes, but they’re all vintage, quality stuff. It shouldn’t be too hard to put something together from what I find there.

I’m really lookin’ to rock B’s world, in more ways than one. Slutty fishnet stockings, high heels...the whole nine. She won’t be able to resist me, I’m gonna be so hot.

The cape was there waiting for her, almost beckoning. It was hanging on a rack in the back of the store, where one normally would have overlooked it. However, Faith seemed to gravitate right towards
it. Maybe it attracted her, because in a way, she was a mystical being in her own right. She was a direct descendent of the first slayer.

“Oh yeah, I’m definitely feelin’ this.” She draped the cape around herself and surveyed her image in the nearest full length mirror. The cape only accentuated Faith’s already stunning beauty, giving her a more nefarious quality.

“I’m gonna work this thing, it’s got wicked bitchiness written all over it.”

Faith didn’t notice the strange aura surrounding the perimeter of her body around all points that the cape covered. She was intoxicated by the heady feeling it incited from her, and wanted a little background before she purchased it.

She beckoned to the shopkeeper, “Yo, Nell, what’s the story on this. I’m thinking this would be so cool for Halloween, yunno?

Nell walked towards the back of the store, constructing a mental dialogue that would guarantee the sale of the cloak. She really didn’t know Faith, and therefore; felt no obligation to tell her the truth.

“Yeah, whatcha need babe?”

Faith entered the Bronze, * damn I’m looking fine tonight*, she thought. Everyone was checking her out, men and women alike, but she had no interest in anyone other than B. I’ll tease em’ all, she thought as she strutted toward the table where the gang sat.

“Hey baby.” she said giving Buffy a kiss.

She dropped down next to her girl. Buffy’s innocent looking Dorothy, wiz thing looked damned hot. * Oh man, I want to rip her clothes off* Faith thought as her eyes roamed over Buffy.

“Nice costume B”.

Everyone’s eyes were glued to Faith; she looked super sexy tonight, low cut blouse, short skirt, fishnet stockings and that cape.

“Hey guys what’s up, first round on me?”

She waited for an answer but only got a bunch of blank, open mouth stares. “Ok I’ll order for you.” Faith made her way to the bar.

“Tara isn’t she the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.” Willow whispered to her girlfriend.

“Not the hottest girl here babe, you are.” Tara said her hand quickly moving to Willows thigh.

“My girl is always hot” Tara’s fingers inched close to Willows crotch.

“Do you think so?” Willow leaned into give Tara a kiss.

Faith waited at the bar. A small good looking blonde slid in to order beside her.

“Hi I’m Sandy” the blonde was giving her most smoldering look.

“Yeah, I’m Faith.” she gave the blonde a little taste of that.

The little slayer pushed between them in a huff, ‘I’m Buffy and she’s mine, so get lost Elvira.”

Faith smiled, she never imagined that Buffy would get so completely jealous. It had to be the costume. *Damn all I wanted was for her to enjoy Halloween. *

The older slayer was dragging her along panting, her desire out of control.

*Fuck, this is gonna be good. * Faith thought as she anticipated the best.

Faith let herself be pulled up the stairs and tossed into the bedroom. Buffy was on her at once kissing her hard, pressing her against the wall.

“Slow down tigress, let me get undressed” Faith gave the blonde a kiss and went to the bathroom to change.

The blonde was beside herself with anticipation, and began to leisurely stroke her mound, loving the sensuous feel of the satin sheets engulfing her. Every time her lover touched her, it felt like the first time. Her body craved the sensation of being taken by the dark slayer.

Faith stood in the doorway, naked except for the cape. Her body appeared in seductive silhouette, bathed in candlelight from the bedroom. She loved the feel of the soft silk against her skin and the way it seemed to turn Buffy on. She found the blonde wrapped invitingly in the satin sheets, looking at her; mesmerized.

Faith walked over and stood at the foot of the bed, and slowly began pulling back the sheet. She looked at Buffy with a raised eyebrow and that beguiling smile.

“What are you doing under the covers, B?”

Buffy stared; her mouth slack with desire. Faith was a vision, the most captivating thing she’d ever seen. *So beautiful * the thought ran through Buffy’s mind. She was completely enthralled, feeling helpless, as if she had been drugged.

*I’m so lucky, Faith can have anyone, but she wants me. *

The sultry brunette crawled onto the bed, stopping at the blonde’s feet, as she continued to pull the sheet down slowly. Buffy’s hands were caught in the cookie jar, literally and she started to flush.

Faith’s eyes immediately traveled downward to the little slayer’s hands, and what they were doing.

She smirked wickedly at the blonde, "I see you've started without me, naughty B."

Buffy swallowed, her mouth was suddenly dry and she couldn't
speak. Her fierce arousal was evident, as her wetness began to seep out onto her thighs. The look in Faith’s eyes made her blush.

Faith smiled at the gawking blonde while trailing her hands up her legs, tracing her fingers very lightly over her skin, paying special attention to the insides of her thighs, making her shiver. She gathered a drop of Buffy’s juices on her finger and tasted it, closing her eyes and moaning.

“You taste so sweet B.”

The little slayer’s hand was still on her clit, slowly stroking it. Faith replaced it with her own hand, and started rubbing her teasingly between her lips. She was careful not to touch her clit, gently rubbing around it; prolonging the delicious foreplay.

The blonde finally gave voice to her yearning, “Come here lover, I want to kiss you.”

The dark slayer made sure to maintain body contact as she moved up and over the older woman. She lowered her body down onto Buffy, and
brushed her lips against hers saying in a husky voice, "No more waiting, B". Faith lay on top of her running her tongue lovingly along her love’s lips, before finally kissing her slowly and deeply.

Buffy returned her gentle kisses running her tongue over Faith’s lips, staring intensely into her lovers’ eyes. She sucked Faith’s tongue; moaning into the kiss. She encircled the dark beauty in her arms squeezing her tightly, lost in the moment.

Her feelings were coming through in the kiss, and her hands traveled down to her firm ass, pulling her wetness closer, as she started to move under her.

“God, you feel so good baby.” The blonde whispered as she gyrated her hips upward. Every inch of her skin tingled and she groaned; shivering each time her lover gave her the tiniest touch.


Faith was kissing Buffy with so much passion now, that she could hardly breathe, and she started to massage her lover’s breasts as she returned her thrusts. She reached one of her hands between them, sliding three fingers inside, taking her hard and deep.

"Like that lover?" Faith asked, as she moved her fingers rthymically in and out of the blonde’s wetness.

In the throes of her lust, Buffy plunged her fingers into Faith. “I can’t get enough of you, oh fuck me baby.”

*Oh fuck, she really loves me* Faith thought as she pleasured her girlfriend. They stroked each other, harder and faster, riding towards a climax that threatened to consume them both.

Sensing that she was getting close, Faith reached down Buffy’s body and slid her index finger between her cheeks. She pressed slightly at the entrance; letting just the tip work it’s way in.

Buffy began to whimper and writhe under Faith uncontrollably. She buried her face into her shoulder, licking and sucking her neck. Her legs wrapped snuggly around the brunette’s hips, and she gave herself in complete surrender.

The cape had managed to stay fastened around Faith’s shoulders, cradling them gently as they moved together. The atmosphere was thick with cries of passion and the sounds of their bodies melding together.

Faith felt Buffy’s wet mound quivering on her thigh as she climaxed, and she tumbled over the edge behind her, “Oh shit B, ahhhh!”

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Daylight peeked through the blinds waking Faith. She rolled away from the rays of direct sunlight. Her skin tingled at the contact, and she avoided the warmth, even in her sleep

*What the fuck? Damn felt like I was burning up. I must have been dreaming. * Faith pulled Buffy close, cuddling her girl within the lushness of the cape. She tried to drift off to sleep, but for some reason, she was restless

*I feel funny. * Faith’s fingers slid up to touch her mouth.

Ouch, fangs, blood, oh fuck! *

*Ok, what’s the friggin’ deal here, and where did these fangs come from? *

Faith reached down in dismay, rousing Buffy from her sleep, equal parts fear and pain written across her face. Buffy cleared the sleep from her eyes, still groggy from last night’s partying.

“What is it Faith, didn’t you get enough last night; I’m starting to think you’re…” Buffy looked into Faith’s face and saw the grotesque fangs protruding from her mouth. “Oh my God Faith, your face!”


TBC