The Bites of Lust
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Chapter 11
CHAPTER 11
Buffy ran until she was out of breath in Sunnydale streets, beside herself with anger and pain, blinded by the tears which were blowing away around her. She had fled the mansion, her heart broken and seething with rage, pursued by the last words of the man she loved.
"Faith is like me now... by your fault... A cursed and desperate vampire..."
Everything a jua jumble in her head and she still was not sure to understand.
"It's over, Buffy..."
Everything was over by Faith's fault, Faith who had seduced her, Faith who had attracted her and destroyed all her certainties in just one night...
"... it's wrong, B, I didn't force you, you wanted it too..."
"You desired Faith... And you've desired her for a long time..."
... Faith who had revealed her contradictions... her desires...
"... by your fault... A cursed and desperate vampire..."
... Faith she had rejected... because she had been scared, because she could not face the consequences...
"Faith is like me now..."
What happened? What happened during the five days following her last meeting with Faith?
"Faith is like me now..."
And suddenly, Buffy thought about the cemetery, about Angel's reaction when he had felt a vampire. She had read the intense confusion in his eyes.
"... A cursed and desperate vampire..."
A vampire.
So everything became clear. Stunned by this revelation, Buffy stopped running. And saw she was in front of the cemetery. A burst of rage seized her again and she took her stake out. She no longer controlled her emotions, she only saw one thing, someone had to pay for all this waste, Faith had to pay, and she had to do her duty, her Slayer duty. Faith had become a vampire. She had to slay her.
"Vampire. Slayer. Dead vampire."
Faith's words about Buffy's behaviour with Angel came back in her mind and she bitterly burst out laughing.
"How right you were, Faith!"
Buffy headed for the crypt, the stake clutched in her hand. She stopped, concentrated and let herself be guided almost hypnotically, trusting the strange link uniting them, this link which led her directly to the vampire's lair. She kicked the door open. But she remained petrified in front of the sight before her.
She had caught a vampire in mid-meal holding a still quivering rat in its hands, a vampire who was fixing her with its yellow eyes, its lips curled up on sharp canines dripping with fresh blood.
"... A cursed and desperate vampire..."
... a vampire in whom she could read something familiar but unutterable under the demonic mask, this mask which changed before her eyes, liquefied to turn into human features, in a dark and disturbing look, a voluptuous mouth which still carried a scarlet drop and which whispered:
"Buffy..."
The blonde Slayer rushed at her and hurled her against the wall. Faith banged her head hard and, seized by a dizzy spell, could not avoid the salvo of blows which followed. Buffy, driven by despair and rage, was striking continuously, striking with incredible violence what she thought to be the cause of her suffering. She was striking and weeping. To forget the loss of her impossible love with Angel. In order not to see the face of the woman who had once been human and she had desired. In order not to face her responsibility. To flee the reality of her collapsed beliefs.
However she had to put an end to it all. So she stopped and released her stake. But her gesture stayed frozen in the air. Her eyes wide open, filled with some furious madness she did not know she could feel and met the resigned look of dark Slayer.
"Go ahead, B. Kill me... Free me... please..."
A look so human...
"Faith is like me now..."
"... A cursed and desperate vampire..."
And when Buffy understood Angel's last words at last, she dropped the stake which rolled down the crypt's ground.
"You have a soul!..." she breathed, lost now.
"B... Kill me... now..." Faith begged, still immobile.
Buffy's smell, her skin, her blood, became unbearable to her. She could feel evil wrapping her, the desire overwhelming her. She had not much time left. She did not know if she could resist the imperious urge overcoming her gradually.
She grabbed Buffy by her shoulders and turned her round against the wall, holding her hands with hers, leaning her whole body against her in an inescapable embrace.
"I want you to know..." she whispered, capturing the scared and lost look of the blonde Slayer.
She She gave a slight kiss on her lips, then plunged her head in the hollow of Buffy's shoulder in order not for her to see the change of her face. She wanted Buffy to remember only the image of another woman, the image of her human past, the image of the woman who had loved her one night.
Then, with a hoarse growl, Faith sanr car canines deeply into the skin and sucked. Buffy flinched but did not cry. She could not move any more.
Faith was carried away in a whirl of intense and voluptuous sensations, unique and unutterable. The Slayer's blood, elixir of evil gods, demonic trophy, ultimate pleasure... was filling each vein of her dead body, was feeding each immortal cell, was warming her dull heart, and was mixing with hers, greatly increasing her strength, her perceptions, her pleasure. Her mind was nothing more but a hazy mist, her body an ecstatic entity, chained in an unshakeable embrace and even more intimate than sex. She could feel herself passing away as she felt Buffy passing away. So she opened the gates of her consciousness, violating the hypnotized mind of the petite blonde, making her share her vertiginous sensations, pain, pleasure, both paroxysmal, wrapping her in the mist of another carnal dimension.
I want you to know... look...
And Buffy looked. And felt. She felt Faith making love to her that night when everything had turned upside down, she was filled with Faith's feelings for her, with her desire, she felt her love for her, her immense pain when she had rejected her, her ravishment, the torture inflicted by Drusilla, the share of blood, strange mix of pain and pleasure, her agony, her transformation, the young man's death, the depths of her loneliness and the immeasurable suffering of her human consciousness immured in a monstrous body.
She felt and understood, as she was hearing the beating of her heart slowing down, the pangs of the only two beings who had loved her passionately. And she had lost irremediably.
Then she felt the bite of the kiss disappear, the arms embracing her relax, put her gently down to the ground. She opened her eyes and saw dawn had broken. And as the mist in her head was clearing, she stared at Faith and saw she was smiling to her. Buffy did not understand at first. Then the meaning of this peaceful and determined smile imposed herself with horror on her distressed mind.
Faith looked at the first rays of light which had crossed the threshold of the crypt. And she moved forward in the sun.
*****
THE END
Buffy ran until she was out of breath in Sunnydale streets, beside herself with anger and pain, blinded by the tears which were blowing away around her. She had fled the mansion, her heart broken and seething with rage, pursued by the last words of the man she loved.
"Faith is like me now... by your fault... A cursed and desperate vampire..."
Everything a jua jumble in her head and she still was not sure to understand.
"It's over, Buffy..."
Everything was over by Faith's fault, Faith who had seduced her, Faith who had attracted her and destroyed all her certainties in just one night...
"... it's wrong, B, I didn't force you, you wanted it too..."
"You desired Faith... And you've desired her for a long time..."
... Faith who had revealed her contradictions... her desires...
"... by your fault... A cursed and desperate vampire..."
... Faith she had rejected... because she had been scared, because she could not face the consequences...
"Faith is like me now..."
What happened? What happened during the five days following her last meeting with Faith?
"Faith is like me now..."
And suddenly, Buffy thought about the cemetery, about Angel's reaction when he had felt a vampire. She had read the intense confusion in his eyes.
"... A cursed and desperate vampire..."
A vampire.
So everything became clear. Stunned by this revelation, Buffy stopped running. And saw she was in front of the cemetery. A burst of rage seized her again and she took her stake out. She no longer controlled her emotions, she only saw one thing, someone had to pay for all this waste, Faith had to pay, and she had to do her duty, her Slayer duty. Faith had become a vampire. She had to slay her.
"Vampire. Slayer. Dead vampire."
Faith's words about Buffy's behaviour with Angel came back in her mind and she bitterly burst out laughing.
"How right you were, Faith!"
Buffy headed for the crypt, the stake clutched in her hand. She stopped, concentrated and let herself be guided almost hypnotically, trusting the strange link uniting them, this link which led her directly to the vampire's lair. She kicked the door open. But she remained petrified in front of the sight before her.
She had caught a vampire in mid-meal holding a still quivering rat in its hands, a vampire who was fixing her with its yellow eyes, its lips curled up on sharp canines dripping with fresh blood.
"... A cursed and desperate vampire..."
... a vampire in whom she could read something familiar but unutterable under the demonic mask, this mask which changed before her eyes, liquefied to turn into human features, in a dark and disturbing look, a voluptuous mouth which still carried a scarlet drop and which whispered:
"Buffy..."
The blonde Slayer rushed at her and hurled her against the wall. Faith banged her head hard and, seized by a dizzy spell, could not avoid the salvo of blows which followed. Buffy, driven by despair and rage, was striking continuously, striking with incredible violence what she thought to be the cause of her suffering. She was striking and weeping. To forget the loss of her impossible love with Angel. In order not to see the face of the woman who had once been human and she had desired. In order not to face her responsibility. To flee the reality of her collapsed beliefs.
However she had to put an end to it all. So she stopped and released her stake. But her gesture stayed frozen in the air. Her eyes wide open, filled with some furious madness she did not know she could feel and met the resigned look of dark Slayer.
"Go ahead, B. Kill me... Free me... please..."
A look so human...
"Faith is like me now..."
"... A cursed and desperate vampire..."
And when Buffy understood Angel's last words at last, she dropped the stake which rolled down the crypt's ground.
"You have a soul!..." she breathed, lost now.
"B... Kill me... now..." Faith begged, still immobile.
Buffy's smell, her skin, her blood, became unbearable to her. She could feel evil wrapping her, the desire overwhelming her. She had not much time left. She did not know if she could resist the imperious urge overcoming her gradually.
She grabbed Buffy by her shoulders and turned her round against the wall, holding her hands with hers, leaning her whole body against her in an inescapable embrace.
"I want you to know..." she whispered, capturing the scared and lost look of the blonde Slayer.
She She gave a slight kiss on her lips, then plunged her head in the hollow of Buffy's shoulder in order not for her to see the change of her face. She wanted Buffy to remember only the image of another woman, the image of her human past, the image of the woman who had loved her one night.
Then, with a hoarse growl, Faith sanr car canines deeply into the skin and sucked. Buffy flinched but did not cry. She could not move any more.
Faith was carried away in a whirl of intense and voluptuous sensations, unique and unutterable. The Slayer's blood, elixir of evil gods, demonic trophy, ultimate pleasure... was filling each vein of her dead body, was feeding each immortal cell, was warming her dull heart, and was mixing with hers, greatly increasing her strength, her perceptions, her pleasure. Her mind was nothing more but a hazy mist, her body an ecstatic entity, chained in an unshakeable embrace and even more intimate than sex. She could feel herself passing away as she felt Buffy passing away. So she opened the gates of her consciousness, violating the hypnotized mind of the petite blonde, making her share her vertiginous sensations, pain, pleasure, both paroxysmal, wrapping her in the mist of another carnal dimension.
I want you to know... look...
And Buffy looked. And felt. She felt Faith making love to her that night when everything had turned upside down, she was filled with Faith's feelings for her, with her desire, she felt her love for her, her immense pain when she had rejected her, her ravishment, the torture inflicted by Drusilla, the share of blood, strange mix of pain and pleasure, her agony, her transformation, the young man's death, the depths of her loneliness and the immeasurable suffering of her human consciousness immured in a monstrous body.
She felt and understood, as she was hearing the beating of her heart slowing down, the pangs of the only two beings who had loved her passionately. And she had lost irremediably.
Then she felt the bite of the kiss disappear, the arms embracing her relax, put her gently down to the ground. She opened her eyes and saw dawn had broken. And as the mist in her head was clearing, she stared at Faith and saw she was smiling to her. Buffy did not understand at first. Then the meaning of this peaceful and determined smile imposed herself with horror on her distressed mind.
Faith looked at the first rays of light which had crossed the threshold of the crypt. And she moved forward in the sun.
*****
THE END