Merely Players

Buffy sipped at her coffee; it was her second cup even though it had only just turned eight. She always liked to get up early and put in a couple of hours writing before Anya emerged. Especially on a weekend, which Anya believed was a time for fun rather than a time for working. Even when Buffy said writing was fun, Anya just grinned and said there was other types of fun they could have, together. Off course, despite Buffy's protestations, when she found out what Anya meant she found she didn’t really mind not having much time to write.

She looked at her screen, "The vampire rushed at Willow. Then he jumped at her, his teeth gleaming in the moonlight." She paused and took out the ‘then’. For a second she paused again, the section still wasn’t flowing.

The door opened and in stepped Anya. She wasn’t dressed yet, still wearing a nightie which exposed more of her tits than it covered and barely reached to the top of her thighs, so that when she walked her cunt would peek-a-boo to the world. She lay her head on Buffy’s shoulders and her arm wrapped round the writer, "Naughty, naughty," she scolded with a smile, "I’m just going to make breakfast."

"I’m saving," said Buffy and swivelled in her seat so she could give Anya a light kiss.

*

From the room next door Joyce could hear the sound of bedposts crashing against the wall. They were almost being drowned out by Dawn’s orgasmic cries. Whatever else she was, Dawn was not a quiet love maker. Joyce put the last touches to her lipstick and smiled; she didn’t mind, it was good to know Dawn was still enjoying herself. Certainly when she’d been pregnant her husband had hardly touched her and Joyce knew how demoralising that was.

"You ready?" Tara asked; unlike Joyce, who was wearing an expensive dress, she was in slacks and blouse, wearing a pair of fluffy slippers. She was also holding an expensive camera.

Standing up Joyce nodded, "Where do you want me?"

"What about we start of with a few of you sitting on the bed, fully clothed?"

Joyce sat down and put her hands in he lap. She smiled as Tara darted around taking photos.

"Shall I start taking it off?" Joyce didn’t wait for an answer, but just unclipped the back of her dress and pulled it slowly down past her tits.

"Great," replied Tara from behind the camera, she swooped into get a couple of close ups before stepping back, "why don’t you start play with those massive titties of yours."

Doing as she was asked Joyce started to grope at her tits, pushing them up towards her chin and kneading them. She could feel her pussy starting to dampen as she tweaked at her nipples.

"Stand up and take off the dress," said Tara, she was still clicking away as Joyce stood, moving behind to take some snaps of Joyce’s naked buttocks as the Milf stood out of the dress and got back onto the bed.

"Can I play with myself?" Joyce gave her best naughty girl look to Tara, who snapped away for a few seconds.

"Sure, do want to use your fingers for a few minutes and then we’ll move to toys," replied Tara. Joyce noticed a thin bead of sweat had appeared on her lover’s forehead.

Reaching down Joyce began to rub a finger over her labia, as she moved it she brought a thin sliver of jizz with her, tracing its patterns round her slot. Slowly she moved her finger into the hole, pushing it until she found the clit. She started to rub her bud, at the same time squeezing one of her tits. She moaned as she felt herself coming closer to orgasm, sparks of pleasure thudding in her.

"L…Let’s use this dildo now," Tara passed Joyce a long thin toy. Joyce replaced her finger with it and began to thrust it back and forth. Cum slid from her pussy and she saw Tara move in to get a close up of the liquid glistening against her thin. She could hear Tara gulp as she did so and her breathing seemed almost as short and shallow as Joyce’s was.

"That’s…. that’s so hot," stammered Tara, "could you lie on your back, pull your legs up and put it in your ass."

It seemed like a good idea to Joyce, leaning back she gripped her legs and pulled them as far back as she could comfortably manage. She could see Tara was taking shots of her puckered hole as she reached for the dildo. Not wanting to put it in straight away Joyce ran it around her ass-cheeks for a few seconds, before putting in the tip. There was a groan from Tara, followed by an even bigger one as Joyce pushed the dildo further in. She felt its smooth sides within her as she began to work it back and forth. The orgasm which had been building up let rip in an explosive crescendo and she scream in ecstasy.

There was another groan from Tara. She put down the camera and started to pull off her blouse, "It’s tradition that the snapper bangs the model after a shoot," she said.

Joyce smiled at her, "Well if it’s a tradition…."

*

After a leisurely breakfast there was nothing like a luxurious warm shower, thought Buffy. The water came down in a jet, both massaging and soaking her skin, and she ran her hands over her body brushing away the last of the soap.

The shower door opened, Buffy turned as Anya stepped into join her. She had got out of her nightwear and replaced it with a single strap-on dildo. It wasn’t one she recognised, it must be new. Buffy felt a thrill of anticipation race through her as Anya stepped behind her and placed her hands on Buffy’s tits.

"Let me finish washing these for you," purred Anya as she began to massage at the nipples. Buffy let out a small pleasured groan and moved her hand to her pussy. Anya got there first and Buffy contented herself with resting her hand on top of Anya’s as her lover rubbed at her pussy.

"You are so sexy, Buffy," murmured Anya. Buffy felt Anya’s tongue on her neck, swiftly followed by her lover’s lip. She sucked at the flesh, and Buffy groaned again. She could feel Anya’s hard nipples pressing into her back and became aware that Anya was slowly pushing her forward against the wall. Buffy didn’t resist, she felt her own titties slide against the tiles and turned her head to rest her cheek against it. Anya let go off her and Buffy could sense her girlfriend bending down behind her. Anya’s hands gripped at her butt-cheeks pulling them apart. Buffy gave a quick gasp of ‘yes’ as Anya’s tongue pushed into the top of her back hole.

For a minute Anya rimmed her, then she stood up still holding Buffy’s cheeks. Buffy gave a purr of anticipation, the wetness she felt between her legs wasn’t solely to do with the shower cascading down on them, "Fuck me baby," she cried.

"Of course," replied Anya, "if you can’t bang your girlfriend’s ass on a Saturday morning when can you?"

Buffy gave another short moan as she felt the tip of the dildo rub against her back passage. She pushed her ass back as Anya moved forward, both continuing their movements until the slap of flesh against said it was in fully. Letting go off Buffy’s ass, Anya started to fondle the blonde’s cunt as she levered the dildo in and out.

"Oh my God, yesss, yesss," gasped Buffy. As Anya slammed forward Buffy felt her titties squash into the wall, sliding up and down the wet surface and sending little electric frisson through her erect nipples. But it was nothing to the pleasure she was feeling in her cunt and ass, particularly when Anya stopped rubbing the outside of her twat and slid a finger in.

Anya’s tits were hard against her back and Buffy could here the other’s grunts of exertion as she hammered in and out. The cock fitted well, tight enough to give her maximum enjoyment, but with the little millimetres of space which reduced the pain to a small throb, and even that was good. Buffy could feel her jizz sliding down her pussy and over Anya’s hand as she came nearer to her orgasm.

"That’s so good," she gasped. Her voice became higher pitched as the orgasm ripped into her, "Sooooo gooooodddd!!!!"

A panting Anya lay on her for a few moments, before she pulled out the cock and switched off the shower. She opened the door and stepped out, pulling down the strap-on and dropping it on the floor. She gave Buffy what the blonde described as an Anya look, a cross between a lost puppy and wanton harlot, "I didn’t get a proper orgasm."



Buffy stepped out of the shower and knelt in front of Anya, "Let me give you one."

Experience had taught her how Anya enjoyed it, so she didn’t go straight in. Instead she started to nip lightly at her lover’s lips with her teeth, then moving back and licking the small indentations. Anya was already wet, but Buffy could taste fresh cum on her as she bit and succoured. Only when she could hear Anya gasping, did she gently move her tongue in the slot. Even then she didn’t go for where she knew her lover’s clit was, but licked round the hole enjoying the taste of juice which came from the tunnel walls.

"You’re… oh, you’re my baby," gasped Anya and put her arms on Buffy’s shoulder to steady herself. Buffy knew that when Anya’s legs were starting to give way and she needed to lean on her was when Buffy should go in for the kill. She shifted her tongue and started to rapidly lick at the hard nub of the clit. Anya shrieked. Buffy knew what was coming next, Anya squirted more than anyone she’d ever met.

It was like being drenched by a hose, the liquid gushed from Anya. A tiny amount went into Buffy’s mouth, but most splashed against her face. She quickly closed her eyes, savouring the feel of the warm shower against her skin and feel it drop down from her face onto to her tits and thighs.

Opening her eyes, she licked some from the side of her mouth, "I think I may need another shower."

*

"It’s way too sunny," Darla complained, "I need a new pair of sunglasses."

She fished about in her bag and brought out a pair before opening the car-door. Faith automatically tensed, but Darla didn’t explode into flames. Faith found herself exhaling in gratitude, before opening the door and moving round beside Darla. There was a chirp of the doors locking, before Darla put the key in her bag and took Faith’s hand. They walked into the Mall. Faith was aware of people giving them quick glances – was it because they knew Darla was a vampire and couldn’t understand why she was walking hand in hand with a Slayer? Or was it that, like Faith, they found Darla so damn sexy? Faith felt a sudden strange feeling in her stomach – Darla sexy? No – she was evil; wasn’t she? But then, Faith remembered, she was hardly one to judge other people’s morals, at least Darla had been made that way – Faith, on the other hand, had made her own decisions.

Darla stopped outside a newsstand, Faith lost in her own thoughts stopped so suddenly she almost bumped into her, "Sorry," she said. Bending over she flicked through a paper – demon attacks weren’t normally front-page stories, but if you knew what to look for there were normally a few stories where you could tell the perpetrator was a vampire. She opened the paper and looked for them; unusually there wasn’t one to be seen. She put the paper down again and looked at Darla; the vampire was engrossed in ‘Mother and Baby’. She saw Faith looking at her and blushed, replacing the magazine on the shelf, "I know you said a couple of years, but I’m just looking."

"A couple of years?" Faith asked.

"Until we have a baby silly," Darla slipped her arm through Faith’s, then gave her a worried look, "You’re not reconsidering are you?"

"No," said Faith, forcing herself to smile brightly, "I was… I was miles away."

"Come on then dreamy," Darla laughed and led Faith away.

They stopped outside a lingerie shop. To her horror Faith found herself looking at a shop window dummy wearing a short nightdress and imaging Darla wearing it. It was if the vampire read her mind, as she smiled and turned to Faith, "I’m just going in here – to get a surprise for tonight."

"You want me to come in?"

"No – it wouldn’t be a surprise then, would it? I’ll meet you in thirty minutes by the car."

Nodding Faith watched Darla enter the shop, then she walked down the Mall. The bookshop was prominently displaying the new Buffy Summers, "Darla the Vampire Slayer – Once More with Feeling", on the front cover was a picture of Cordelia Chase in an opera gown being stalked by a demon. Faith blinked, it did no good, the book was still in the window when she opened her eyes. She sighed and continued on down the Mall.

‘Wizards and Witches – all your magical needs’ – it was a small shop, much more down market than the shop Giles ran in Sunnydale, but Faith entered it anyway. There was a musty smell, of old books that had not been either opened or dusted in a long time. Jars of various herbs and potions lined the wall, Faith opened the one marked vampire blood – if she hadn’t been a Slayer she might have been convinced, but she knew the odour of vampire blood and this smelt more like it came from a cow. She screwed the top back on.

"Hi, I’m Bob, can I help you Miss?" the owner was a scrawny individual, he obviously didn’t sell enough to become fat, but with enough of a tan to suggest he didn’t spend his whole day cataloguing his stock.

"I’m just wondering about Slayers," said Faith.

The man’s face changed from a welcome openness to something more distant, "You’ll be wanting the book shop. We don’t sell fiction."

Faith almost snorted in derision, the stock of the shop were knick-knacks and false remedies, Willow would have had Bob for false advertising if she’d been around. Instead the Slayer forced down her contempt and tried another question, "I know that. I’m just wondering how, if they don’t exist, you protect yourself from demons?"

Bob looked at her, like she was mad and took a step back, "There’s no such thing as demons. Or vampires. Or werewolves." He looked at his watch, and picking up a duster began to sweep at a model of a Mummy.

Faith sighed, if even magic storeowners didn’t believe in magic, perhaps she was in a world where it didn’t exist. Suddenly from the corner of her eye she saw the air shimmer. She whirled round – it was still, but she walked over to where she’d seen the shimmering. Without her Slayer senses she wouldn’t have smelt anything, but with them there was an unmistakable smell – that of ozone and decay, mixed with a smell like a rose. For a second she closed her eyes and wracked her brain on half-forgotten lessons, which had trained her to identify demons by sight, sound and smell.

It was a long shot, but she turned to Bob, "Do you have a book on identifying mythical demons?"

"Antique or modern?" at the prospect of a sale, he became more friendly.

Faith reached into her pocket and pulled out her cash, it wasn’t much – nursing didn’t pay well "It had better be modern."

*

Giles always loved Saturday afternoons. Joyce always went shopping and left him and Dawn alone. Even at the thought of it Giles felt his prick rise beneath his trousers. He took them off and undid his tie and then his shirt. He folded them neatly and went, naked, downstairs.

"Dawn?" he called.

"I’m in the back yard," his girlfriend shouted back.

Dawn was sitting on a sun-lounger, wearing only a bikini and rubbing her pregnant belly. She smiled as she saw her lover’s erect cock, "I swear I’m not the only one getting bigger."

Standing up she waddled over to Giles and dropped down in front of him. Stroking his cock, she breathed, "It’s so big."

Modestly Giles replied, "It’s only average size."

Dawn tittered, "You are such a liar – it’s only average if the average is nine inches,"

"It is isn’t it?" grinned Giles. He smiled wider as Dawn kissed the tip of his cock and then ran her tongue over its end.

Reaching down Giles lifted her up and guided her back to the sun-lounger. Dawn clambered on, resting on her hands and knees. She waggled her ass at her lover, "Come on, big boy, you know what I want."

Giles knew exactly what Dawn wanted. He pulled down the bikini bottoms to Dawn’s knees, exposing the puckered ass-hole. It looked eye wateringly cute, so tight and vulnerable. He knelt down and licked at it, feeling Dawn quiver as his tongue ran over the top of her ass and between the crack. Pushing harder his tongue dabbed at the hole, just managing to slide in the entrance. He drew back, pulled her cheeks apart and spat in the hole. Some of the saliva seeped into her back entrance, whilst the rest trickled down her ass to drop onto the lounger.

"You ready," Giles gripped her ass harder and pulled apart.

"Mmnnn," was Dawn’s reply.

Giles guided his cock into her ass. It was warm, the colon tight against his cock, the sound of popping as the air was pushed in. Giles loved the squeeze, the intimacy of every part of his knob touching his lover’s walls. He pushed slowly, but forcefully, in. Beneath him he could hear Dawn’s little gasps of pleasure, her body moving to accommodate his full length. He only stopped when he felt his ball sacks rubbing against the teen’s smooth buttocks.

"So good," moaned Dawn, "Fuck me hard."

Giles was more than willing to comply. He moved his hands to grip Dawn’s waist and began to bang her. The brunette’s wails of pleasure drowned out the sound of cricket’s chirruping and sun-lounger scraped against the concrete under his energetic pounding. His cock went deep, as he sped up. He knew, from previous experience, that Dawn’s ass was extremely sensitive and she would orgasm way before he was ready to stop; he enjoyed that.

Dawn’s first orgasm exploded from her mouth like a train exiting a tunnel, "Yessssss, aaaaarrggghhh." Her body shuddered so much that her tit burst free from her bikini to bounce beneath her like a pair of cow’s udders. Giles didn’t stop, but continued to fuck hard, his hands moving to grab the milk engorged playing with them like they were a stress ball. Dawn came again, "Oooooohhhh, aaaarrggghhh, fuuuuckkkk!"

Giles was almost ready to come himself. He pulled out his cock, there was pop of escaping air. He moved to the front of Dawn, "Open wide,"

Taking his cock in her mouth Dawn began to suck, her eyes showing the enjoyment she got from blowing her boyfriend. Giles let out a groan – he was on the tip. He stepped back, a trace of saliva on his newly cleaned cock and gave a couple of strokes with his hand. Dawn had barely time to move to the begging position when he came. White spunk surged from his knob to coat her face in a white goo. It splashed against her lips and nose, before washing down her face to drop on her naked tits.

"I love you," the sperm covered teen said.

"I love you too," replied Giles.

*

"I’m just going to take a shower," Darla said as they entered the apartment.

"Okay, babe," said Faith, wondering why she called Darla that, apart from the obvious reason. She entered the bedroom and kicked off her trainers, before dropping her shopping bag on the bed. The demonology book half slid out and Faith picked it up. Out of interest she flicked to the section on vampires – the colour illustrations showed deformed monsters not attractive blondes, "Damn it Darla," said Faith, "why did I have to find myself in love with you."

There – she’d said it. Not loud enough for anyone to hear, but loud enough for her to know the truth. She closed her eyes and lay back – this whole world was wrong. Buffy shouldn’t be a writer, she should be the goody two-shoes Slayer; Darla shouldn’t be a teacher she was an agent of Wolfram and Hart, sent to do a killing job. And Faith was shouldn’t be her lover, but the human needed to get inside the house to invite the vampire in. She opened her eyes again and skimmed down the index – the demons were all real – they all lived, except not in this world. She even saw Anyanka, though it still had her down as a vengeance demon that could shift reality.

It hit her like a sledgehammer. This world was wrong because reality had shifted. She turned to section on Anyanka, skimming down to the bottom where it read ‘For other reality changing demons see Garzi"

The air in front of her shimmered, as it had in the magic shop. But whilst before it had turned clear again, this time a reptile like demon stood at the end of the bed. His yellow eyes flicked around the room, before he settled his gaze on Faith. She reached for a weapon, but there weren’t any and she cursed the fact that for the first time in years there wasn’t an arsenal of stakes and swords by her bedside.

"Do you like your new reality?" Garzi asked, he swung a hand round to gesture at the room – the webbed fingers ended in very sharp claws.

"It’s rocking," said Faith. She needed to keep the demon talking and keep it fixated on her – if it went hunting Darla wouldn’t stand a chance.

"I was worried you and Buffy would be the main threats," Garzi said conversationally. He smiled, revealing teeth like a shark, "Still I suppose one out of two isn’t bad."

"This is all false then," said Faith, tears were forming in her eyes. She was suddenly aware she wanted it to be real, a chance to have a new life of domestic bliss, to forget all her troubles, to redeem her sins. Now she knew that she and Darla wouldn’t grow old together, they wouldn’t have children and grandchildren and great grandchildren scampering round their knees, nor would they lie in each arms in post-cotail bliss or snuggle up in front of the TV.

"I depends on your point of view," said Garzi, "It can be if you want it to be. Just close your eyes and let me touch you. It’ll take the pain away and this will be real."

Faith closed her eyes and a vision flashed in her mind, burning towers, screaming crowds, Garzi surrounded by a wall of corpses. She opened them again and Garzi drew back, "A world without demons, without Slayers," he cooed, "let me in."

"There’ll be one demon won’t there," Faith smiled a humourless smile, "That’s the plan isn’t it? Get rid of the Slayers and there’s no-one to stop you."

Garzi shook his head sadly, "I always thought you were the dumber of the two Slayers. Still if you won’t agree peacefully…"

He leapt forward and Faith only just had time to roll off the bed. She got to her feet, desperately looking for something to use as a weapon. Not quick enough.

The breath was knocked out of her as Garzi’s shoulder slammed into her, slamming her back against the wall. She squealed in pain as Garzi’s gripped her wrists, he was strong Faith realised, stronger than she was. Slowly he pushed her arms aside, his mouth getting closer to her throat. His jaw opened and Faith could feel his icy breath against her…

"Run," screamed Faith as Darla stepped into the room. Her girlfriend didn’t, instead she just picked up a vase and brought it down with all her might on the demon’s head. Garzi let go off Faith, and staggered towards the bed stunned. Even as Faith watched he seemed to recover and turn.

"Let’s go," Darla grabbed Faith’s hand and pulled her away. They ran down the corridor into the kitchen, Faith grabbing the carkeys from the table. They had just got into the car when Garzi reappeared, he hammered at the door and a dent appeared just above Faith’s knee. Darla slammed the car into reverse and they shrieked out of the garage, Garzi sprinting after them.

The car spun as Darla twisted the wheel, the rubber screeching against concrete. Garzi made a jumping grab, catching hold off the bumper. He stayed on for a few feet, but as they hit the speed bump at pace there was a cracking sound. In the rear-view mirror Faith could see the enraged demon holding the ripped off bumper. Even as she watched he threw it at the ground in disgust.

"What was that?" asked Darla breathlessly, then before Faith had a chance to reply she asked, "Don’t worry I heard."

For a second Darla closed her eyes, as if in thought, before reopening them just in time to see a red light. "I heard it all. You’re a Slayer – they exist, this isn’t real. Who am I?"

Faith told her the story, by the time she had finished they were out of the city and Darla pulled into a lay-by. For a few minutes she sat in silence, taking it all in, then she spoke again, "So in the real world I’m a soulless killing machine… yes?"

"Yes," tears reappeared in Faith’s eyes.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Darla’s fists hit down on the steering wheel. Faith didn’t try and stop her.

"We’re not in love then? Not in the real world," Darla stopped pounding.

"No – I don’t think we’re capable of it," Faith replied.

There was a laugh from Darla, though there was no joy contained in it, "Isn’t that peachy. In this world I’m a human in love and that means I have to go back to a world where I’m a vampire who hates humanity. Fucking marvellous."

"Go back?" Faith wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, but that didn’t stop the tears.

"Yes, you heard it, if we don’t stop it in that world, you won’t be able to stop it in this. We need to go back."

"How?" asked Faith.

Darla was silent for a moment, "If this world isn’t real I guess we just think about the real one and see if the walls don’t come tumbling down."

Faith nodded, "Sure," then she paused, "I love you."

Darla leant over and tenderly kissed her lover’s nose, "I love you too. And I’ll be damned if me being a vampire and you being a Slayer is going to stop that."

*

Buffy was out of the car before it stopped moving. Behind her she could hear Giles getting out, not even bothering to switch off the engine, from the back seat Xander, Spike and Anya also tumbled. The car behind screeched to a halt Angel, Fred, Gunn, and Wesley swiftly getting out. The third car in their little convoy disgorged Willow, Tara and Cordelia.

How could she have been so stupid, Buffy thought as she noticed with a sinking heart that the front door to her Mom’s house was hanging off the hinges. A phone call from Angel had told her the rogue slayer, Faith had been seen with the reincarnated vampire Darla. Off to LA she and the scoobies had trooped, only to find that the targets were back in Sunnydale.

She entered.

Faith laughed. It wasn’t a pleasant sound. Buffy leapt at her, but Faith batted her aside with one hand as easily as you might swat a fly.

"Too late Buffy," and moved her knife to touch Dawn’s throat.

Beside her Joyce stood terrified, Darla's vampiric teeth touching her pale throat.

The air beside Buffy shimmered.

"I love you Faith," Darla’s face resumed it’s human form.

"I love you too," said Faith. She raised the knife and threw it.

It hurtled through the air, suddenly embedding itself in something invisible. The hilt stuck out and a pool of black, thick liquid began to form on the carpet. There was a grunt and a lizard like demon faded into view, the knife protruding from his chest. He blinked in surprise for a few seconds and then fell forward.

Buffy recovered from her surprise quickly, she twisted and hit Darla in the midriff with her foot, before jumping on the vampire arm raised. She was dimly aware that Faith was being dragged from Dawn by a combination of Spike, Angel and Wesley. Buffy looked down at Darla, the vampire’s face seemed peaceful and even more surprising she was mouthing ‘love you’ to Faith. Buffy raised her arm, ready to bring it down in a killing blow, "First I’m going to stake you and then I’m going to beat Faith’s ass."

"Wait B," Faith called desperately.

Buffy ignored her.

"Wait Buffy," this time it was Anya calling. Buffy sighed, at least Darla wasn’t struggling, and thirty seconds couldn’t hurt – not now her Mom and Dawn were safe.

Anya was crouched over the demon, holding a pendant, "This is just like mine… was," she glared accusingly at Giles, who looked back at her innocently.

"We can explain…" squawked Faith.

"This had better be good or blondie here becomes Hoover food," snapped Buffy.

*

Faith woke up. She opened her eyes and gazed lovingly at the picture of Darla sitting in a silver frame on the bedside cabinet. She smiled, she loved the new wallpaper they’d put up.

"Morning Faith."

Turning Faith watched as Darla pulled up her jeans. The vampire walked topless towards the bed, turning at the last second and picking a watch off the cabinet. Faith sat up, letting the sheet fall so that she was as topless as her lover.

Darla looked at her "You have the most beautiful tits in the whole world. I could look at them forever

"You’re a vampire. I’m a Slayer."

Darla got on the bed, leant over and kissed Faith’s nose, warming Faith with its tenderness as much as its action, "I’ve got to go to work, as do you. If you want to play Slayers and Vampires let’s do it tonight."

"Okay babe," grinned Faith, "that had better be a promise".

"It is," Darla smiled and sitting down on the bed ran her hand over her lover’s brow

She leant further over Faith and picked up a book which had been sitting on the bedside cabinet, "You shouldn’t read this, if it’s going to give you ideas for kinky games," she teased

Faith picked up the book, she read the title; ‘Darla the Vampire Slayer. Bring on the Night’. The picture of Cordelia Chase holding a stake as she whirled out with a roundhouse kick. At the bottom was emblazoned , ‘Now a Major TV Series’ below which was ‘Buffy Summers’.

Turning it over Faith read the blurb, "Whilst covering a story about the new Deputy-Mayor, small-town reporter Darla, discovers that the Mayor is the founder of the Winterdale. A town which was began two hundred years before. As she digs deeper, she finds demonic forces are still at work and will do anything to stop her before she finds the truth. With the future of not just Winterdale, but the whole world at stake, will Darla and her friends; the Vampire with a soul Drusilla and the Witch Willow be able to stop the Mayor’s hideous plan. Or will he Bring on the Night."

"Complete rubbish," sighed Darla and picked the book from Faith’s hand, putting it back on the sideboard, "though I do like the name of the heroine."

"I like the picture Cordelia on the cover," Faith was talking to herself, it was only when Darla replied she realised she’d said it out loud.

"Yeah. The TV series starts tomorrow. Which reminds me I need to collect our dresses from the cleaners for her party."

"She and Fred are great friends aren’t they? Most stars would forget their childhood buddies, not Cordy though."

"You’ve been friends forever," grinned Darla, "I could get jealous"

For some reason Faith felt bad about that, then she realised Darla was just teasing. She laughed and lay back, life was good.

*

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