Drink Me

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Two weeks passed swiftly Buffy spent her days at Giles or Willows learning the necessary rituals, and actions to produce a glamour. It had been weird seeing her face in a mirror again though she hadn't appreciated the unhelpful comment from Willow, "Buff isn't that more like the girl from Scream 2."

Evening's alternated between bonding with her Mom or low profile Bronzing with her friends, and the nights patrolling with or smooching Angel. Other times she would be at the Mansion alone with her vamp, though they were careful not to cross the line that her seventeenth birthday had drawn in the sand. So they fed together, smooched together and trained together. Buffy was to strong by far for Giles to teach now and sometimes Angel patrolled with his pale skin a peculiar shade of black and blue.

Patrols were quiet, an occasional victim was found, and every now and then a fledgling rose to immediate destruction but it seemed as if the two lovers were the only vampires in Sunnydale, post the battle on graduation day. They intended it to stay that way, and they knew who to get to publicize the warning.

"What do you two want now?" Willy asked as his two least favourite people walked into his quiet rat hole of a bar. Every year he had struggled to build up an undead Custom and every year the Slayer and Angel slaughtered it, he was seriously wondering why he ever left New York. "Can't you people leave me alone for a second, there are no vamps here, I can't tell you a thing!"

"Willy your so tense," Buffy smiled at him taking a seat at the bar. "You'll give yourself an ulcer the way your going on, and it would burst, and you'd die and we'd be heart broken, wouldn't we Angel?"

"Sure, I'd cry like a babe," Angel sneered at the bar owner. "Since your not doing anything else you could offer us a drink."

"Where'd you get that eye Angel?" the vampires face was discoloured his left eye blackened. "Jeeze man you look like you got hit by a truck, I can't serve both of you, your ok but Buffy's under 21 and I'm a law abiding citizen after all."

"Two pints of blood barkeeper and make it snappy." Buffy morphed and gave Willy a close up glimpse of fangs and ridges. "Or we may have to take some of yours."

"Holy Mary Mother of God.....what the fu.....how did?" He looked at the mirror on the wall behind him. "But you got a reflection, I can see you."

Then he looked at it again, "A reflection of a normal girl, not a vampiress, magic huh. Can you do card tricks or rabbits from hats Slayer, cause you know I could really use a..?"

"No!" The image of Buffy disappeared to be replaced a little to the left by one of Angel.

"Hey that's good, but you blacked the wrong eye." Willy began to pour the two pints of blood there was no use arguing with two vampires. "Something else different about him too."

"I don't have a goatee," Angel frowned at the glamour Buffy was casting.

"Just an experiment," the Slayer shrugged and the glamour disappeared. "So Willy how do you feel about not getting beaten, and that's badly by the way, and helping us instead?"

"I could live with that concept." He put a pint glass of blood in front of Buffy and began pouring a second for Angel. "What do you want to know now?"

Hoping that he'd hurry with Angel's drink so she could consume her own Buffy asked the Snitch. "Can you guess who's the ruler of the Hellmouth now?"

"You or Angel," Willy sighed, business wasn't going to pick up this fall he could tell. "And by how beat up Angel looks I'd say you rather than him. Domestic violence is a terrible thing Angel you want I should call the...?"

"It was a training accident ok," the dark haired vampire snapped. "And this will be nothing to what you get if you don't hurry my drink."

"Ok," Willy slammed a glass in front of Angel. "And you accuse me of being tense, I realize having your chick beat on you must be upsetting but really Angel man you want to take care."

Only Buffy's restraining hand on his arm stopped Angel from going over the bar to do Willy some serious damage. "Angel, play nice, I now you’re upset about Xander laughing when we saw him earlier, but just drink your blood whilst I speak to William."

Grumbling into his drink Angel left her to it, Vampire Queens were all very well but from now on he was wearing a head guard.

"Your right Willy, Angel and I run this town from now on as far as the undead are concerned." She sipped the pig’s blood, no bolting her food, her spaghetti-hooped top was silk and expensive, bloodstains weren't an option. "Your first port of call for information seeking vamps who’re new to the scene."

"What do you want me to tell them?" Willy sighed and then went pale. "If it's what I think it'll be god damned dangerous, pissed off vamps tend to rip out throats."

"If you’re thinking I want you to tell them to leave town your wrong," Buffy smiled showing enough teeth to make Willy seriously need to use the toilet.” You send them off to look for me in some out of the way spot, drop a dime and call us and we go dust them, no come back on you, dead vamps tell no tales."

"And for this I get what?" Willy asked dollar signs prominent in his eyes.

"The right to carry on running this sewer and breathing." Angel put his empty glass down. "Your scum Willy and I still haven't forgotten how you sold me to Spike."

"That was a long time ago...."

"Yes, but Angel doesn't forget." Buffy gently patted her vamp friend’s hand. "I won't be able to restrain him if you disappoint us Willy, go on please say you'll help."

"Alright already," the Snitch took in two sets of fangs and surrendered. "Could you put the teeth away now please?"
Laughing both his unwelcome guests morphed back into their human faces. "Pay the man please Angel."

"Sure," Angel slowly and with maximum display of contempt crumpled and threw five one-dollar bills on the floor. "So we'll be hearing from you or we'll be breaking your legs, don't ask me which I'd prefer."

"Yeah, any vamps come in.." the snitch mimed dialling a phone.

Seeing them leaving Willy couldn't help fully taking in Buffy's outfit, the silk top showed off her shoulders and the tight rich brown leather pants she was wearing everything else. "Hey Buffy is it true vamps have a lot less moral scruples than humans?"

"Yes Willy but I have a soul," she looked over her shoulder and winked. "Which means I won't pose."

"Just a profitable thought," the snitch grinned. "Now for you and Angel together....."

"You must have a death wish," There was a growl in Angel's voice as he started back towards the Snitch who babbled.

"I'm sorry Angel!" Willy screamed as the vampire bore down on him. "Sometimes when I think dollars my mouth just runs away with me."

"So I'll rip your tongue out." The dark haired vampire morphed as his fury grew.

"Angel behave, without a tongue Willy can't snitch for us." Buffy spoke in a commanding voice and the vampire paused. He couldn't believe how quickly, how efficiently Buffy had made him her virtual servant, not that it mattered with the way she kissed him. The power in her was so tangible he could almost taste it in the air.

"Thanks Slayer." Willy felt sweat running down his face. "I promise I won't ever ask you that again."

"You know what I've been thinking Angel," the blond ignored him as she wrapped herself around her lover. "As I can walk in daylight do you think if I created minions they could do the same?"

"No, I don't think so." Angel possessively put his hands around his girl’s narrow waist. "But I suppose if you want to try it........Willy won't be missed."

"Please guys I said I'd help you didn't I," the snitch dropped to his knees behind the bar and cowered into the space underneath it. Then heard laughter and receding footsteps. "Oh god where am I gonna find anyone schmuck enough to buy this place, I need to get back to New York...."

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Out in the alley Buffy was experiencing a qualm, "I enjoyed that, the scaring of Willy, and perhaps I'm starting to get a little too vampy."

"You sure seem to be getting good at it," Angel gingerly probed one of his bruises. "Now I know what Giles had to put up with."

"Oh please its not my fault your quarterstaff shattered." Buffy pouted a little, she hadn't realized her own strength, it wasn't like she'd deliberately whacked him upside the head. "I'll make it up to you."

"I thought that you did Buff you spent half an hour kissing it better." Angel's mouth hadn't been hurt, but he wasn't about to fault the Slayers aim.

"Love isn't brains, it's blood, blood screaming inside you to work its will!" Buffy smiled as Angel snapped his head round to stare at her. "Now I know what Spike meant, your blood screams in me Angel, it screams for release."

"You mean." He stepped closer and drew her into his arms.

"Oh yeah." Drawing his lips down to hers she kissed him deeply. "Lets drag out those big oily old chains and get Willow on standby to do her thing."

"Your sure..." Angel just managed to get out before Buffy dragged him down again.

"Sure I'm sure!" Buffy did frown slightly as she added. "I can't wait to tell my best friend I'm about to jump your bones."

Then the gold haired Vampiress/Slayer laughed as she added. "We just got to hope she doesn't tell Giles."

"Why not?"

"He's a Watcher, didn't you know."


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The Cemetery was quite and still which suited Buffy fine since what she was currently doing was pinning Angel to an obelisk whilst forcing her tongue as far down his throat as it would go. She was increasingly so glad she didn't have to breathe anymore.

Angel on the other hand was seriously missing the old Buffy, the one who wasn't more than twice as strong as he was. True she never deliberately hurt him, but at the moment he could feel his ribs being crushed. "Ow." He managed to force out despite the rather cute, talented, obstruction.

"Sorry," Buffy let him down she'd been standing on tiptoe to reach him. "But these guys are late and tomorrow not being a college day we're missing out on some serious sack time here."

The brunette had to smile at that one, both had their souls permanently now and were vampires fulfilled. Ok he still brooded and had guilt, mainly over the fact that he was happy and contented despite his many victims but Angelus was gone forever. His domestic bliss just meant he felt even worse over Jenny every time he met Giles.

It had been strange being the true vampire again, even if just for a few minutes whilst Willow prepared the spell of restoration to permanently anchor his spirit. He'd struggled frantically with the chains that bound him at first trying to get free, to stop the spell, and to escape the beautiful girl who was sat watching him like a cat watching a wounded bird, the power that emanated from her had been awful to feel. Angelus had been scared.

"Naughty bad vampire," Buffy had teased her former enemy. "You be good whilst Will does the spell..." Tortured iron screamed as Buffy tore the chain that went to her wrist manacles out of the wall. "Or I'll break your arms and legs."

Angelus had sat like a whipped dog till the spell had been cast and Angel had returned, looking worried. "Buffy are you sure that's you."

"Yeah, I'm still Buffy, I haven't become Buffylus, I just wanted to scare the shit out of your un-better half." Without making any effort to get the keys she went across and sat on his lap. "Want me to prove it."

"I'd appreciate that." The fact that she was carrying two lengths of heavy chain still wasn't reassuring. "And could you unchain me."

"Nope." Buffy was just in her underwear and Angel in his leather pants so as Buffy ran her fingers over his bare chest and squirmed against him his mind rapidly went away from his bonds to other things. "Oh aren't you Mr Perky."

After kissing him deeply Buffy went and locked the door, making sure Willow was on the other side of it. After removing her own chains and limited clothing she..... stalked towards the still chained down vampire. "Now lets make sure your souls not going to go wandering again shall we."

So here they were, killing time till Willy's latest tip off bore fruit. Eight vamps had hit town the night before searching for the, 'Vampire Queen', the jungle telegraph had told them dwelled over the Hellmouth. Buffy's theory had proved wrong the first few vamps to here the word had run. Others however came now seeking the glory of possessing such a prize. Tonight was no exception.

"They're late," Buffy looked at her watch and pouted a little. "What's the point of formally arranging a battle for the Hellmouth and my cute ass if they don't get here on time."

"He'll be here." Angel shrugged. "Lord Charles Beresford comes from an age when being a little late was fashionable."

"Yeah right, but your 60 years older than him in vamp years and you don't have that problem." She looked at him. "Do you know this guy?"
Angel had a dim recollection. "Used to move in the same circles in the 1830's, he was an idiot probably still is but he went around with a dangerous crew."

"Oh, how dangerous." Buffy patted her jacket pockets, stakes, knuckledusters, carefully sealed holy water all there.

"His chief muscles Harold Tighe, a damned big ugly vampire," Angel frowned at the memory. "I remember him going 38 rounds with a guy named Ben Caunt once, and that was before he M'Lud turned him."

"I'm lost, Giles isn't here, please explain."

"Prize fighters," Angel adopted a boxing pose. "Bare knuckle boxing, no rules, it was quite the rage amongst the nobility to have one of these guys as a bodyguard through out the period."

"Oh good no rules," Buffy threw a few mock jabs. "Wish you'd told me sooner, I'd have brought along a gum shield."

"Don't mill with the guy, take him out fast." Angel found a gravestone to lean on as he watched his girl warm up for battle. "So how was your day?"

"Oh education." Buffy did a couple of leg stretches assisted by the side of the obelisk. "Classes are ok and the glamour things working, got one problem though I'm only going tell you about if you promise not to wig."

"What kind of problem?" Angel sounded like he was totally about to wig. "Has someone found out about you?"

"No." Buffy had to explain a cold hand as,’ Poor circulation', after one fleeting accidental contact but actually. "It's a boy kinda problem."

"Hey!" Angel stood straight up lounging forgotten. "What do you mean, boy problem?"

Buffy raised her eyebrow and smiled at her beau's obvious jealousy. "Guy called Riley, Riley Finn one of the TA’s actually seems very much overly interested in me. He's kind of cute but incredibly tall, and you know how I love the Irish."

"Buffy that's not funny!" Angel scowled and then walked over towards her. "You wouldn't would you, and stop with the stretching while I'm worrying here."

"Of course I wouldn't," Buffy smiled even more broadly. "Guy gives me the creep's with his fake boy next door-ness, and the tallness, I’d have to find a box to stand on just to smooch him. He’s really irritating with his constantly wanting to get to know the inner me." She morphed. "Think I should show him?"

"Only if he's carrying clean pants." Angel began to laugh, then his face grew serious. "I think company's coming."

"You must be getting old Angel," Buffy put her hands in her pockets and slipped her knuckle-dusters on. "I felt them coming 10 minutes ago."

As Willy had informed them there where eight of them, most dressed in non descript modern clothes but the two leaders would stand out.
The smaller of the two wore an expensive tailored three-piece suit; a heavy gold watch chain glittered in his waistcoat. A black cane with a gold lion head at one end was held over one shoulder.

Beside him walked a huge bare chested man of six foot three inches, a mass of muscle Buffy could see he'd be a problem, his body looked solid his biceps suggested a strength almost as great as hers. Even unvamped he looked scary, his face having it appeared taken one two many blows with a tire iron. He smiled as he took in the Slayer and gave her a leering wink.

"Angelus my dear, what a long time it's been." Lord Charles looked at the brunette with contempt all over his face. "Gosh haven't you come down in the world, lap dog to a girl."

"Better than being dead," Angel went back to leaning on a tombstone, with just eight he'd be lucky to get so much as a blow in. "Which is what you'll be soon."

"Confidence old thing, it's all about confidence." The aristocratic vampire looked at the Slayer and then turned dismissively towards his bodyguard. "Now Tighe remember don't hurt her to badly, she's a pretty young chit so don't break her," then turned and added. "Unless that is Your Majesty would like to capitulate now?"

"Golly Gosh, where would the fun be in that?" Buffy sneered and dropped into a fighting stance. "It seems to me your the only Queen round here, getting other guys to do your fighting for you."

"Sticks and stones," Lord Charles nodded to his huge servant. "See to it."

Tighe stalked forward. " 'Allo queenie, I'm right pleased to meet ya. Cause guess who gets you after 'is lordships through."

"Oh a nice big boy like you, hey that could be fun." Buffy dodged a right cross aimed at her head and drove a brass-coated fist into the boxer’s ribs. "Ow."

"Did that 'urt missie." Tighe smiled a broken tooth grin as the Slayer tried to shake some life back into her hand, punching the vampire had been like punching a stonewall. "My turn."

It was just a slap, but Buffy landed fifteen feet away from were she had been standing. Angel looked at her concern all over his face. "You Ok Buff?"

"YES!" fuming the Slayer stood up and morphed. "Ok pretty boy, now you got me mad."

"That's the spirit missie," Tighe laughed at her. "Keep your guard up 'igher though."

Coming in again the prize fighter swung a hard right at the vampiress's head, only having him for a "Huh", as she effortlessly caught the fist in her tiny left hand and squeezed. "Aaaarghh", he shouted clawing his own hand to rake her face.

"Does that hurt", Buffy could feel the vampires finger bones grating together. "If not this sure will."

Bringing her right hand up she caught hold of the vampire wrist and twisted forcing his arm out straight then spinning herself up so her right foot rested on the vampires ribs she pulled with all her enhanced strength.

It was rather fortunate that Tighe screamed as loud as he did at this point, a shoulder dislocation results in a very sickening pop. As Buffy released him the vamp staggered back defenceless. "Lets cut you down to size."

The Slayers boot slammed into the vampire’s groin. "No rules," He doubled over and as his head came down Buffy grabbed his hair and holding his head steady slammed her forehead into his nose. "I like that."

She stepped back and launched a vicious spin kick that connected with the creatures jaw, he was slammed off his feet by the blow, blood spouted from his nose as he landed on his face, out cold. "Ben Caunt, what a wuss he must have been."

"Ye gods," Lord Charles backed away. "Chaps don't just stand there."
Slowly, hesitantly another vamp began moving in whilst two more with a slightly higher degree of confidence ran at Angel.

"Hi guys," he said to them stopping them with an upraised hand. "You want to see what happens next."

The other minion charged at the Slayer who met him with a palm strike to the jaw, the vamp hit the ground on his back. Everyone winced when Buffy stamped down hard between his hips, his pelvis shattered with an audible dry crunch under the force of the blow.

"Bloody hell," Lord Charles began to drift even further from the fight. "Get stuck in god damn you," he tried to push two of his remaining five minions forward. They broke free and ran.

Angel smiled companionably at the two scared looking vamps who stood in front of him their eyes fixed on the approaching Slayer. "Running would be your best plan."

They ran to.

"What the hell are you girl?" Lord Charles might have been left all alone but he was still a Master Vampire.

"Oh I'm sorry how rude of me." Buffy walked forward even as the Slayee backed away. "Buffy the Vampire Vampire Slayer at your service."

She looked across at Angel. "You know that really doesn't scan does it," then shrugging she turned back to her intended victim. "Still it's not like you'll get to run a critique on it, on account of being dust and all."

"A Slayer turned, no wonder that oily little sod in the bar was smiling when he told me were to find you," the vampire shook his head at his own stupidity. "Fortunately we Beresford's are always prepared for the unexpected."

A pistol is a pistol, the one now pointed at Buffy may have been old but it was damned big. “ .45 Calibre Adams in case you were wondering, trusty old British piece. I'm back in charge wouldn't you say?"

"I'm embarrassed for you Charlie that thing could be considered damned bad form." Angel shook his head. "A hundred and sixty years ago you wouldn't have....."

"Yes well that's as maybe, but I'm walking out of here dear Angelus," the barrel drifted down Buffy's body to aim at her knees. "Unless m'dear you think you can move faster than a bullet."

"Go on then," though inwardly seething the blond waved a dismissive hand. "But if I see you again your dust."

"I'll bare that in mind, if I come back I'll bring an army." He walked back slowly. "If I come back that is. Oh and I'll send you a post card Angelus, let you know what the lads back home make of the disgusting way your carrying on with the enemy. Ta ta for now though."

As soon as the vampire lord was out of sight Buffy drew a stake and rapidly dusted the maimed vamps. "You were a real help, leaning on your ass, you might as well have been filing your nails."

"You don't need anyone else nowadays Buff, not me not the Slayerettes." Angel felt depressed about it, her friends he knew felt worse. "Hell if you could do your own research you'd probably not even need Giles."

"I can't help it if I'm strong," she muttered as she concealed her weapons. "I just don't like putting the guys at risk."

"If they had been here with crossbows, that wouldn't have just happened." Angel walked past Buffy as she stood staring in the direction the foe had fled. "Never mind though forget him, come on then back to the Mansion for a good hard screw."

"Ok, I think we scared the shit out of him anyway." Buffy swung round and trotted after him. "I betcha he forgets to write."