A/N: Alright last chapter was a bit weak I know. Hope this makes up for it. Would love to hear your thoughts. Thanks for reading!
Chapter Four
Don't wanna go home, so I head out to a bar. Favorite place of mine. Demon and human friendly. They know me real well there and I can always find a hook up if I want it. My skin is itching, I need some kinda release. Feel all hot and anxious. If I go home right now I'm gonna go too far. Maybe already did that this morning. She is so damn intoxicating and I can't help myself. When I'm around her I just get crazy. Everything is feeling fucked up right now and I need to clear my head.
Place is called O'Malley's. Irish pub kinda thing going on, but I could swear that O'Malley himself is Italian. Looks it at least. Weird. Anyways O'Malley is cool and hooks me up with drinks and info. In return I sometimes take care of his more “problem” customers. It's all pretty friendly and sometimes I like to shoot the shit with him. Fuckin' old geezer, but I think he gets me. Knows I work for the Boss and doesn't act all scared of me and shit. Treats me with real respect. Talks to me like I'm a person and not just a psycho thug.
As soon as I sit at the bar O'Malley is placing a glass and a bottle of somethin' that is a little greenish in front of me. I'm feelin' kinda dubious and raise my eyebrow at him. Ain't the first time he has tried to use me a guinea pig.
“How's ya doing Lehane?” he asks as he grabs a bowl of peanuts for me from behind the counter.
“Five by five like always you old fuck,” I reply grinning. He loves it when I insult him. “This shit looks like Ninja Turtle juice. Tryin' to poison me?”
He chuckles and pours a shot into my glass. “Don't be a pussy Lehane,” he chuckles. “You look like you is having a bad one. This stuff'll put some hair on your chest. Make a man outta ya.”
“Keep telling ya O'Malley, if a cock ain't in the deal I ain't taking the hair,” I mutter shaking my head before picking up the glass and draining it. No chest hair or penis, but I got a huge sack. Holy fuck. Shit fuck! I feel like my eyes are gonna pop out of my head this brew is so strong. “What the hell! What the fuck is this shit?” I croak once I am able to talk again.
O'Malley is cracking up and if he wasn't already so fuckin' old I'd probably kill his ass. Finally he gets control of himself and pours me another shot. “Demon brew,” he whispers. “Got it from a Vengeance Demon. Stuff is like fire going down ha ha,” he says laughing.
My eyes have gone wide. “Vengeance Demon? You gave me booze that came from a fuckin' Vengeance Demon?” I hiss and am about jump the counter and pound his ass when he hold his hands up trying to calm me down.
“Hey hey Lehane sit back down. Listen she is family. My aunt. Got the job about fifty or so years ago. Still keeps in touch. Swear the stuff ain't gonna hurt you. Here look,” he says and takes a swig from my glass. Takes him a sec to recover but then he his chatting away again. “Burns, but it'll take the edge off. You look like you is needing that tonight.”
I nod and pour some more. “Yeah I do. Thanks O'Malley. Fucked up day and need ta loosen up. Sorry 'bout nearly jumping down your throat.”
“Ain't nothin' girl. Want company or no?” he asks.
“Rather be alone if its all the same. Got some thinkin' ta do ya know?”
He pats my hand with his gnarled one and I let it go. He means well, but I fuckin' hate people touching me. Send chills up my spine and makes me wanna hurt somethin'. Only person I like touching me is B. Her hands and mouth on me are the best part of every day. Can't get enough. Will never get enough.
I pour another drink and quickly down it. Good stuff. Crazy burn, but its doing its job. I'm calming down now. Feel like I can breathe again. Now I gotta think. The Boss wants me to deliver B to him tomorrow evening. Ritual site is about fifty miles outside of town. He needs this of me and I'm gonna be there for him just like he has been there every fuckin' day for me like no one else ever has been. Born to fucked up parents, had an up close and personal experience with a kiddy diddler when I was 11, lost a Watcher who might have one day cared about me and never had a real friend in my entire life. But I have him. The Boss has always thought I was special. Gave me everything I could've ever wanted. Home, wealth and women.
A woman. The woman. Buffy. B. MINE.
I'm holdin' my glass so hard it breaks and cuts my hand. O'Malley is there in seconds handin' me another one and cleaning up the mess. Doesn't say a word while doing it. He just knows. Soon as he moves on to the next patron I'm draining another shot. Feeling it now. Don't wanna get too plastered, but I don't want to feel like this. Hurting. Shouldn't be hurting like this.
“Hey baby, I see you sitting here all alone and though you might like some company,” says a syrupy voice to my left. This pick up line is followed by a hand trying to rub my shoulder soothingly.
I smile, but not in a nice way. Can tell that she is new cause the regulars would never bother me. “Get your fuckin' hand off of me before I break it. Not jokin'.”
She quickly pulls her hand away. “Hey look sorry. Thought you were hot and maybe you would think I was hot too.”
“Go away. Now.” I don't even give her a courtesy glance.
Twenty minutes later I'm leaving the bar feeling all kindsa loose. Not drunk, just loose. Turtle juice did the job. Left a few hundred bucks for O'Malley. Yeah he gives me free drinks and all sometimes, but ya never want to be too in debt to anyone. Even if they are a friend.
My building is only a block away which is another reason why I love the place. Feel like walking tonight. No need to grab the bike, I'll just have Johnny send someone for it. Gonna head home to my girl. Figure if its my last one with her, I might as well make it a great one. Planning to fuck her till I pass out. Need to make this last cause this is it. Last night for us. I need ta make it mean something for both of us. Need ta make her understand. Make her feel so that she knows.
I'm laughing bitterly when I hear the footsteps behind me. I can smell them too. Girl who bothered me earlier and someone else. Fuckin' vamps. I let her off the hook earlier, but she is about to be dust. Boss doesn't like me killin' vamps no more, but even he knows there needs to be some crowd control.
When they are a few steps behind me I turn on my heel. Both of them jump back startled. They probably thought they were being all quiet like. Fuckin' idiots. I'm about to throw a punch at the guy she has with her when I get a idea.
“Hey there,” I say smiling all sexy. Flash those dimples and nobody can resist.
She looks at the dude who is pretty big and he just shrugs.
“Uh hey,” she replies. She looks like she is tryin' to figure me out, but is smiling all the same.
I'm still ready to strike, but I know they will let me talk. Vamps usually feel like they have the upper hand and will play with their prey if they don't perceive a threat. This is what I am counting on. These two are too young to be able to tell what I am. Older vamps wouldn't have come within 100 yards of me.
I lick my lips. “Listen I've had a bad day. Sorry for bein' an ass earlier.” She is smirking now. Gotcha bitch. “I'd like to make it up to you. You and your guy wanna come up to my penthouse?” I ask as I point to my building. “My girlfriend is waiting for me and I bet she would like some company,” I say suggestively. That seals the deal. Hook, line and sinker. They look like they've been offered a million bucks cause both of their eyes pop wide. Real person would have instantly suspicious of this pick up line, but vamps are constantly redefining 'stupid'.
Shit is too easy. They are both practically drooling at the prospect of draining two chicks. Both vamps are both nodding like two horny boys who have just been offered pussy for the first time.
Girl offers a slight smile. “My name is Bell. This is Ed.”
What kind of dumb ass names are those? “Faith,” I reply with a wink. “Come on lets go up. My girl is gonna love you two.”
~*~*~*~
Ed and Bell follow me into the apartment and they are making all kinds of impressed sounds. Yeah my pad kicks ass, I know it. Fully decked out. Got a monster TV that I watch the Pats and Red Sox on all the time. Always invite Johnny up too and we have a great time. Love havin' a friend who shares my love of sports. Think B would rather me be fisting her ass than be forced to watch sports. Sometimes I make her sit with me, but most of the time I don't feel like dealing with her whining. Tough to cheer on Brady and Welker when your girl is making tortured groans every five seconds.
Anyways the place is still lit up so I know B is awake. I can hear some pounding going on downstairs in the training room and I motion for the two vamps to follow me. I'm on guard in case they make to try something, but they are like puppies hoping for a treat and are behaving for the time being.
I lead them downstairs and see B workin' the heavy bag with her back to me. She is wearing a sports bra and a pair of my boxers that have little dancin' devils on 'em. Fuckin' hot.
“Hey B I brought you a present.”
She hits the bag a few more times and turns around. My eyes immediately fall to the cuts on her stomach. There it is. My name. MINE.
“Whoa. You fuckin' marked her man? That is crazy!” Ed blurts out. His voice is nasally and he sounds like an idiot. Can't wait till he is dust.
B and I stare at each other for a moment and its intense. She looks hungry. Slaying is something that is almost impossible to suppress. You need to kill. The Slayer within us demands that we act on this basic need. Boss may not like it, but I make sure I sate this need every fuckin' day. B on the other doesn't get that privilege. Got it spelled it a long time ago so that she can't leave unless I want her to. Ain't ever let her leave here once. Guess tomorrow that will change. Don't wanna think about that though.
I smirk at my girl. “You want this present B?”
Buffy is panting and lookin' a bit wild. Guess its been awhile since I let her release like this. I turn back around and face Ed and Bell who both look confused and kinda scared. I think they thought this was gonna be a buffet. Gonna be wicked fun instead, just not for them. They both vamp out as I move to the back of the room and lift myself up to sit on the pommel horse.
“Have at it B.”
She charges the two vamps and looks furious. Its an amazin' sexy thing to behold. When the Slayer takes hold of B it is fuckin' glorious. Most crazy awesome thing I've ever seen.
Both vamps are swinging and punching for all they are worth. Ed gets a lucky hit in and slams his fist into the cuts on Buffy's abdomen. She gasps for a moment, but recovers quickly and throws him against the wall. He looks startled for a moment and then turns to dust. That was too easy, guy was a pussy. Wooden spikes we installed at various places in the room for just this purpose are comin' in handy.
I cheer my girl on as she takes her time with Bell. Buffy dances around her and beats the girl down until she is begging for it to end. I would've kept beatin' on her, but B ain't me. She takes mercy on Bell and slams her into the same spike that dusted Ed. Beautiful.
Buffy takes a minute to collect herself and then says, “Thank you. I needed that.”
“Sure.”
“Its been awhile. I haven't been able to let go...”
“Yeah I know,” I reply. She still looks worked up. Like her whole body is flyin' and she can't come down. I know what is comin' next and I'm more than ready.
“Faith. I need... I want...”
When she doesn't finish I hop off of the pommel horse and walk to her. She isn't lookin' at me, but that is okay. It's always like this for her. I know she wants me after a slay, but she can't bring herself to ask.
“B tell me what you want,” I demand as I grasp her chin roughly in my hand. I pull her face up to look at me, but she is keeping her eyes averted.
“I want you to fuck me. I need you to fuck me,” she whispers. She hesitates and then finally looks into my eyes. Her hand comes up to wrap around mine and she pulls until I release her. B's eyes are soft and she is leading my hand down to her belly. When she places my palm against the cuts I made she hisses from the pain, but then says, “Tell me Faith, is this real?”
I run my fingertips over the letters of my name carved into her body. Nothing has ever been more real in my entire fucked up life. Don't know how to explain that to her though so I just say, “Yeah.” Feel myself startin' to get anxious. Hate talkin' about this stuff.
B pulls my hand back up and presses her lips to the place where I cut my palm on the glass earlier. Its a tender and almost loving act. I let the moment rest like that between us for just a second and then I grip my hand in her hair and throw her to the floor so that she is on her hands and knees. Before B can recover I'm pulling her boxers down and pushing my fingers into her pussy. I use my other hand to press into her wounded stomach and that gets the reaction I want. Buffy does this sort of hissing shout, but pushes back into my hand that is pumping three fingers into her at a rapid pace. Little bitch just loves it when it hurts.
“Faith Faith Faith,” she chants. Sounds almost holy when she says it like that. Think Jesus would agree with me too. I'm wishin' I had a cock, but that will come later. Tonight is all about her. I need her to know, to see me and to know that it has all been real. Every moment between has been real.
“More Faith! Please more,” Buffy begs.
I'm slamming my hand into her pussy as fast as I can, but that isn't what she is askin' for. “You got it babe,” I say as I dig my fingers into the healing heart that I engraved below my name. I can feel blood seeping between my fingers and B is coming like crazy. She is fuckin' squirting all over me and I love it.
Soon enough we are back in the bedroom and I am picking out a cock to fuck her with. Thick green one she likes. Thinks its pretty which makes me laugh every time she says it. I love wearin' a cock. I'm all woman and I wouldn't want it any other way, but there is nothing more satisfying than pounding away at B with a strap-on. I'm suddenly realizing that this will be the last time for us to do this. Last time I'll be able to touch her and in that moment it feels like something in me breaks. It hurts so fuckin' bad. Its like my chest has this deep ache and I am dying inside.
“Faith? Faith what's wrong?” B asks sounding all concerned and lookin' worried as she reaches a hand out to...
And just like that I'm pissed. The flames of rage are coursing through me and I've got my hand around her throat and am forcing her to her knees. I quickly change my grip to her hair and pull her head back. “What's your game here B? You think things have changed 'cause I told ya what you wanted to hear? Think I'm gonna be all tender and lovin' with you? Fuck that. Open your mouth,” I hiss.
She does so reluctantly and I thrust the cock in between her lips. Buffy gags, but I don't give a shit. I've got both hands on the back of her head and I'm jack-hammering into the back of her throat.
“You fuckin' think you can control me bitch?! You think there is something between us? Think you are gonna make me choose you over him?! You ain't nothin' to me! He gave me everything and you are nothin' but a pussy to fuck!” I scream as ram the cock down her throat a few more times. “Look at you. Fuckin' nasty slut with your lips wrapped around my dick and drooling all over the place. This is what you are to me B. Nothin' but a worthless slut on her knees.”
I punctuate this by slowly pushing until the whole damn thing is down her throat and I can tell she can't breathe. Can't struggle much either. That is part of the spell. Same witch who made it so B can't leave our home also made it so she can't oppose my will as long as she lives here. Basically this means that Buffy can't fight back ever, even though I can tell that she is dyin' to. Gets that look like she wants to kill me and this only makes me fuck her harder. Hurt her more. That's the look I'm getting right now and my world feels right again. Her face is red and it looks like she could pass out any second now, but she also looks like she hates me. Wants to kill me.
This feels right. This is where we belong. I throw her on the bed and fuck her for a long time. Make her cry. Make her curse my name. I make it hurt. She is nothin' to me. Nothin.
Finally I'm feelin' all fucked out. Took every bit of emotion I had and pounded it into her. I'm relaxed and ready for sleep. Buffy is curled up on the edge of the bed in an attempt to be as far away from me as possible. Can't hear anything, but I think she still has the tears coming out cause her whole body is tremblin'. With a deep sigh I pull her back to the middle of the bed and wrap my arms around her. Doesn't take long before she relaxes, but I can feel her tears hitting my chest.
“Faith?” she says in a raw voice.
“Yeah?”
“Please kill me,” comes a whispered reply.
What the fuck? I tense up and she does too, but we don't move. I say nothing. And soon enough she is sleeping with her head on my breast and I can hear her light snores. Tension won't leave my body though. It all comes rushin' back with a vengeance. Fuck.
TBC...
