Brave New World

TITLE: Brave New World (1/?)
AUTHOR: Kimberly Colbary & Chazzman
DISCLAIMER: We do not own any of the characters in this story. They all belong to Joss and the WB network. Please don't sue. We have nothing anyway. Spoilers: All of Third season up to the Wish and the movie.
RATED: NC-17
WARNING: Contains some rape and smut and nasty language. Anyone bothered by these issues or under the age in their area DO NOT READ.
SUMMERY: B/M, B/S. Alternative "The Wish" universe where Giles was not able to change the world back and Buffy wasn't just killed by the Master. Plus Evil-Willow is still around. And Spike is waiting in the wings.
Authors note: OK I admit it. I'm crazy I just love stories where Buffy is a vamp and where she is with Spike. Call me nuts all you want. I think it makes for an interesting twist.
FEEDBACK: Is welcome at kimberlyc28@hotmail.com or kim_borianiaz@hotmail.com or charles.parise@airliquide.com . This is our first real story so please be kind. If you want to criticize, fine but NO FLAMES please. Can't wait to read it.

Brave New World

Chapter 1

When the arrow flew towards the Master's heart, only his lightning fast reflexes saved him. He grabbed Xander and pulled him in front to block the arrow. The Master looked up and saw her. It was the Slayer. The one he had heard about. She was strong and beautiful, and while he was filled with rage at her attack upon his factory, today of all days, he was also filled with a terrible lust and desire to have her. He knew in that second that he had to have her. As the fighting broke out, his only goal was to catch her and possess her. He watched as many of his minions fell to both the Slayer and those humans who had escaped. He did not worry though, for he knew that He would win this fight. Finally, she seemed to notice him. They fought their way towards each other. The Master was for a moment pleased to see the pathetic Angelus fall whilst trying to protect her, but then he saw Xander fall to the Slayer, and this made him very angry. Finally, the two opponents came face to face. Buffy hit the Master and he her. They fought back and forth, for quite a while. The rest of the battle was over, what few humans who had survived were long gone. The remaining vampires watched in awe as the Slayer and the Master fought. No one dared to interfere. Then, the Master struck Buffy hard across the face, she stumbled backwards over debris and was distracted for a moment. In that moment, he was on her, biting her, and draining her just enough for her to loose consciousness.

The fight, for now, was over.

The Master was certain that the Slayer, when turned, would make a great replacement for the lost Xander. He turned to Willow, who was draining one of the White hats. "Willow, my dear, bring her to my room. She will awake to a whole New World tomorrow, and you will have a sister to share everything with. The rest of you, clean this place up." Turning, he headed back to the Bronze. Willow soon followed carrying an unconscious Buffy.

Buffy awoke, as Willow threw her on the bed. She moaned and opened her eyes. The blood loss had left her too weak to fight. The Master sat by her head and looked down at her. Buffy attempted to back away, only to find Willow sitting on her other side preventing her from moving away. She was terrified that they were going to turn her. Death she could handle. It was an occupational hazard as far as Slaying went and she had expected it to come when the Master had bitten her. But now here she was, still alive.

"You are a pretty thing," said the Master as he moved some stray hairs from her face. Buffy flinched at his touch. The Master and Willow laughed at her reaction. **Oh Please God!** Buffy silently prayed. **Don't let them turn me. I don't give a damn if the want to torture me. I'm the Slayer. I can take anything, but that. Please, Help me!**

"What's you name Slayer?" he asked her.

"Buffy" she answered without really knowing why.

"And your age child," asks the Master

"Eighteen," she replied softly, her voice weak.

The Master rose to his feet, crossed the room, and grabbed several pieces of wire from a table. Returning to the bed, he handed the wire to Willow. Buffy began to trash about, trying to struggle, to fight, but her arms and legs felt like lead weights were on them. Swiftly, Willow tied Buffy's hands and feet with the wire, lashing her body spread-eagle to the bed.

"No, NO!" She started to yell. "You fuckin' Bastards. Aargh!" she cried out as Willow pulled the wire tight enough that it sliced into her skin. Buffy glared at the two of them, pulling at the bonds and panting from her exertions. "You ugly fucks had better kill me now, because I'm not gonna stop until I kill all of you!"

"Oooooohh! Scary!" Willow said sarcastically as the Master thrust a filthy rag into Buffy's mouth and tied it around her head. Willow stood up, looked at Buffy and, with a grin, turned to ask the Master, "Are you going to have some fun with 'IT' first?"

"You know me. I like them young," said the Master smiling at Willow. "Although, she is almost too old. But the fact that she is a Slayer adds such an interesting spice to the moment, don't you think?"

Willow pouted, "You didn't take me, when I was brought to you. You turned me first. And then later I had Xander to play with. But you haven't played with me since."

"A mistake I plan on rectifying soon, My Dear," he said pulling her to him and kissing her, deeply.

"Can I...play with her too?" Willow asked staring devotedly into his eyes.

He looked down at the wide open eyes of Buffy and said, "How can I refuse such a request? Hum? Slayer? You don't mind do you? No? Good."

Slowly, Buffy began to realize they meant to rape her, and she started to feel sick. **They're trying to break me, but I won't give in,** she thought. **I'm the Slayer. I'm tough. I can take it. It means nothing.** Over and over she began to repeat that in her head. Like a mantra, trying to prepare herself for the horror that was about to occur, not wanting to show any response to them. However, she was unable to prevent a single tear from escaping and sliding down her cheek. Seeing this, the Master laughed.

"Ah your tears make you even more appealing to me," he said as he slid onto the bed. He leaned over Buffy and licked the tear off her face. She flinched away.

"You know Buffy, do you mind if I mind if I call you Buffy, I have not had a living woman in a quite a while." He looked at Buffy who was still struggling against the wires that bound her to the bed, her skin torn and bleeding. Willow had moved to lap at the tiny rivulets of blood from her wrists. The cold tongue on her flesh made her breakout in goose bumps, it was so disgusting and creepy feeling. The Master continued, "Yes, I think I would like to start again. With you." Willow and the Master began to strip her clothing off of her. Feeling her clothing being torn from her body, some of the barriers in her mind began to crumble, and Buffy began to cry like she had the day that her parents were murdered. She had never cried after that day. Until now.

Finally, when they had finished stripping her naked, the Master looked her over and admired her body as Willow moved to undress him. When he was naked, he climbed on top of the Slayer and began to suck on her right breast. Willow quickly stripped herself before joining the two on the bed. She began to suck on Buffy's left breast, but unlike the Master she began to bite, letting her fangs pierce the skin and draw blood. Buffy grunted in pain, trying to pull away.

"Gently, gently at first, My Dear," the Master chided. "It is more fun when they are first forced to enjoy it. Her guilt and shame over her body's response will sweeten her blood. Be assured there is not much else more you can do that will fill her with as much self-loathing as receiving pleasure during one's own rape."

In her mind, Buffy was screaming, **...nononononononono! Oh God, help me! Please, oh please, ohplease, ohplease. Nonononoooo. Get away from me! No, God, please help me! Stop this. Don't touch me. Don't, please don't, don't...**

The Master moved to position himself to enter her. He was pleasantly surprised when he hit a barrier. "Saving yourself for me Slayer," he leered, and then he thrust himself into her.

Taking her innocence.

Willow leaned next to Buffy's ear as the Master raped her. "How does it feel Slayer? Still think your going to kill us? Hmmm? You're gonna save the world from us right? Poor little delusional Slayer. Doesn't look to good for you. Nope."

As Willow and the Master continued to defile her, Buffy felt as if she was becoming detached from her body. She knew she was not dying, although she wish with all her being that she was experiencing a heart attack. They would periodically bite into her to take a small drink and weaken her further. When the Master had finished with her, Buffy thought it was over and they would kill her now. But then Willow climbed on and mounted her with a strap-on dildo. With sadistic delight, she continued Buffy's rape for what seemed like hours, staring into the Slayer's eyes and watching the fire and defiance in them slowly dim and die out.

When Willow was finished with her, the Master moved again to bite into Buffy's neck. This time, however, he drank from her until she was at the point of death. He then bit his own wrist and forced the blood down Buffy's throat. When she finally passed out, the Master rose from her body and looked at Willow.

"Ah, there's nothing like the power of a Slayer's blood to invigorate you. Did you enjoy that, Willow?" he asked.

Willow smiled and moved to rub her body up against that of the Master's, 'Oh yes indeed, Master. Thank you." Then she frowned, "But I missed hearing her screams. I like it when they scream. Xander used to like it too. I miss him, Master." She sighed and rubbed her face on the Master's chest, looking at the ground.

"I know and I'm sorry. Is there something I can do to make you feel better? Humm?" he asked, tilting her face up to look at him an evil smile lit up Willow's face as she spoke, "Well, you did say something about rectifying a certain situation." Then in a little girl's voice she continued, "And I don't like to sleep alone. There's all sorts of monsters out there that might like to eat a little girl."

The Master chuckled as he said, "Yes, and you're one of them."

"You know me. I like them young," Willow replied with a shrug and a smile.

The Master gave a louder laugh at hearing his own statement from earlier given a new twist.
"Come then, let us retire to your room. I don't wish to disturb your new sister as she joins the family."
Willow frowned at that and then looked speculatively at the body of the former Slayer as it lay on the Master's bed.

"She did seem rather quite towards the end, there," Willow pondered aloud. "I wonder what she was thinking about. I wish I could listen in to their final thoughts. That would be just so delicious."

The Master said nothing as he led Willow from the room. For the next night, he was certain that where once there had been an enemy, a new and powerful minion would be born.

This Slayer was his. Now and forever more.