Dracula's Daughter

Author’s Notes: French translations at the bottom.

Chapter 20: Objection

Bronze
July 11, 9:30pm Local
Sunnydale, CA
Venka’s POV

I can not believe I let Buffy talk me into go to the Bronze, this club really is not my kind of place I prefer a darker more gothic club were I can let my beast out to play more. But places like this are a little to “vanilla” for me to do that, I mean really I stick out like a sore thumb seeing as I’m dressed in leather from head to toe, not that I really care I’m used to people staring at me, it’s nothing new, but I really prefer to blend in a bit more then this, ohh well the children will just have to deal with me being here.

I groan when the Slayer grabs my hand moving in front of me to drag me on to the dance floor, really you would think after the look of annoyance I gave her when we entered would clue her in to the fact that I just might not want to be here, but I guess not. I’m really starting to hate this place and the people with a passion after the third hormonal over loaded boy tries to hit on me or Buffy and I really don’t want to look to closely at why them hitting on her bugs me as much as it does. But since she is having fun I’ll put up with them, for now, it won’t be easy seeing as my beast sees the teaming masses as food and I haven’t had a fresh meal since New York, I really need to make a kill soon but not near the Slayer, I really don’t want to hurt her if she decides she doesn’t like what I’m doing. I’ll bring it up latter and hope to the Gods she doesn’t “freak” at the fact I HAVE to kill someone, it has to be human, side effect of what I am, which kind of sucks.

As I let my body move in away only a Vampyre or Slayer could to the hard beat of the song playing in the background I keep my eye on Buffy and spread my senses out to check for any threats, none, darn I was hopping for a good fight before meeting up with Buffy’s friend and D at the Magic Box. I can’t help but let my eyes wonder over Buffy’s backside shown to perfection in her skin tight jeans and get a tingle as I do so. Se que les baise? I thought I didn’t like her like that? My emotions are on the frits I guess, I’ll just figure this out later.

A look of disgust crosses my face when I catch sight and scent of Reilly aka Capt Cardboard, just great one of two people in this town I really didn’t want to see tonight. I turn to look at Buffy and see that she has caught sight of him as well. I can not help the growl that forces it’s way past my throat as Buffy walks over to Reilly, ok it’s more like a sway really, calling his name in a ohh so sweet tone of voice. Why the enfer am I acting like this? I nearly jump out of my own skin when I hear my beast growl “minã” in my head, I rarely hear from her unless I’m in my fur or haven’t shifted in a while and I’m neither at this moment, I shifted last night!

Merde! It’s never good when SHE claims someone; I tend to get grouchy towards people who even look at the ones SHE has claimed. Don’t know how well Buffy will take this one, though it’s odd… the last person SHE claimed was Bella… hm maybe there is a connection between the two and SHE feels it? I’ll just have to let things unfold as they will; it’s no use to speed up the Fates choices.

I watch from the sidelines as Buffy yells at the boy, a bit miffed that I can’t hear what they are saying because of all the damn noise in here, enhanced hearing and it’s drowned out by Shakira go figure. But as she leaves the boy and his “date” I can tell she is pissed, so when she asks if I’m ready to go I tell her that I’ve been ready since we entered. Trying to get her to lighten up as we leave I ask “Want me to drain him for you ma petit?”, that gets a laugh out of her.

Buffy’s POV

I can’t help but smile at the annoyed look Venka gives me as I drag her in to the Bronze, this isn’t her scene. I should have known that, since she is dressed in leather from head to toe, that the Bronze would be too tame, maybe I’ll take her to the Incubus next time. But I just couldn’t help but want to show her the Bronze; my feelings when it comes to her are really confusing. With that thought I just can’t help but check out her leather clad ass as she passes in front of me, very nice, you gotta love the blood red corset top she is wearing as well since it really shows off her charms. Wait a minute, I’m checking out a girl!! I thought I was straight? Umm… well I did have that crush on Willow for a while so maybe I’m bi?

I put those thoughts on a back burner and grin as Venka groans while I drag her on to the dance floor, this just might be fun. I let myself just move to the music and watch as Venka does the same, God she is gorgeous, she moves like the predator she is, it’s beautiful to watch. I grin at the glares she gives the guys who come to hit on me, well, well I guess I’m not the only one interested in someone, got to say I’m glad ‘cause truth be told I want to rip the heads off the guys who have been hitting on Venka, nice to know I’m not the only one.

I see a disgusted look cross her face and turn to see what has caught her attention, its Reilly, so I agree with the look. Guess this is as good as any other place to talk to him about last night. So I walk towards him, ok I sway I’m still bussed from being so close to Venka on the dance floor, calling his name in a ohh so sweet voice that for some god-awful reason he loves so much. And hear Venka growl which makes me smile and then I get a shock when the Slayer in me answers the growl with one of her own that sounds surprisingly like MINE, wow she never claimed anyone before and I just know that the “mine” was towards Venka not Reilly. I mentally snicker at the song that starts to play.

It’s not her fault that she’s so irresistible
But all the damage she’s caused isn’t fixable
Every twenty seconds you repeat her name
But when it comes to me you don’t care
If I’m alive or dead

So objection I don’t wanna be the exception
To get a bit of your attention
I love you for free and I’m not your mother
But you don’t even bother

Objection I’m tired of this triangle
Got dizzy dancing tango
I’m falling apart in your hands again
No way I’ve go to get away

I can’t help the snicker when I see the panicked look on Reilly’s face and I know why too since the guy from last night is standing by him and they were just kissing, so it’s not to surprising that Reilly’s a bit panicky. I chance a look back at Venka and can see she is trying not to laugh at Reilly’s face as well, guess I’m not the only one who fines this funny. I don’t drop the smile as I step in front of Reilly before he can take off and before he can try to explain his boyfriend I start to talk, “Hey Reilly, you don’t need to explain the boy toy, I saw the two of you last night by the Bronze. I just have one question. If your gay then why the hell where you dating me!?”

Next to her cheep silicon I look minimal
That’s why in front of your eyes I’m invisible
But you gotta know small things also count
You better put your feet on the ground
And see what it’s about

Objection I don’t wanna be the exception
To get a bit of your attention
I love you for free and I’m not your mother
But you don’t even bother

Objection I’m tired of this triangle
Got dizzy dancing tango
I’m falling apart in your hands again
No way I’ve go to get away

I force myself to not snicker at the look he gives me, but can’t help but laugh at what he says, “Um, I didn’t want you mad at me, when I figured it out, like you are now.” That idiot thought I’d be mad? “Numskull I’m mad because you basically used me not that you’re gay. I could care less who you fuck but you used me Finn that makes me mad. If you would have just come out and told me I would have never been mad at you, we just would have broken up and you wouldn‘t have been hiding in the shadows with your boy there.” At that I just stalk back to Venka asking “Ready to leave?” and getting told “I was ready as soon as we entered Petite Tueur.”

I wish there was a chance for you and me
I wish you couldn’t find a place to be
Away from here

This pathetic and sardonic
It’s sadistic an psychotic
Tango is not for three
Was never meant to be

But you can try it
Rehearse it
Or train like a horse
But don’t you count on me
Don’t you count on me boy

I can’t help but laugh at that and Venka’s last comment as we leave,”Want me to drain him for you, ma petit?” I tell her no though I’m temped to let her.

Objection I don’t wanna be the exception
To get a bit of your attention
I love you for free and I’m not your mother
But you don’t even bother

Objection I’m tired of this triangle
Got dizzy dancing tango
I’m falling apart in your hands again
No way I’ve go to get away
The End.
Hope you all like. I don’t own the rights to the song. Its Shakira’s Objection (Tango), I thought it was fitting. The beast comments will be explained latter in the story. And why I have Buffy talking/thinking of the Slayer as a separate part of her is because I think the Slayer spirit is like a were-spirit, it’s a separate part of you yet it’s still a aspect of your soul.
Translations:
Petit Tueur- Little Killer/Slayer
enfer - hell
Ma petit - my small one
se que les baise? - what the fuck?
minã - Mine
Merde - shit