Cretian Escape

A/N: I think this is one of those chapters that I have sweated too much over. So here it is and see what you think.


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When Buffy floated through the fog up to consciousness, bang, bang, bang, pain slammed through her brain. Her head was beyond pounding. Next she noticed that she was being dragged between two super sized vampires, no help for her pounding head let alone heredomedom. Just as well that they were dragging her because her feet were tied and her hands were also tied behind her back. She was kidnapped and ready to serve upon a silver platter. However, she would worry about that when thug one and thug two dropped her wherever they were taking her, and she had no doubt that they were going to drop her once there. Dragging and dropping, they go together. She may have no mobility, but she did have time to think about her captors. She had fallen for their bait just like any of the newest of new slayers. All the vamps had to do was hang out a platinum blonde, male vampire as bait, and she was off and chasing. She had wanted to believe so badly, but no, Spike was dead. Gone. But she wouldn’t make the mistake again. Say it three times. Spike is dead. Spike is dead. Spike is dead. Now believe it you dumb bimbo, Buffy ordered herself.

Besides the meat heads carrying her, Buffy could hear two vampires behind her and could see one in front. As she caught glimpses, the rooms they passed through were large and spacious and the halls wide. Down a smaller side hallway, they finally came to an open door, and she was roughly tossed into a small windowless room with no furnishings. Bare walls, bare floors. A cell. And tossed? Close enough to being dropped – like she expected.

The two that had dumped her into the room departed, leaving the other three just outside of the door. The leader looked to be twenty or twenty-one, no telling how many vampire years, with his hair black and with eyes so dark that they appeared to be shiny obsidian. If he wasn’t the enemy, all grrh and fangy, she would have said that he was gorgeous even though he wasn’t blonde, blue eyed, and have sharp cheek bones.

Vassilious was anxious to confirm the identity of this slayer so he could move on with the next phase of Argonia’s plan. When the blonde woman laboriously made it to a sitting position, he spoke. His voice was strong and harsh as he stepped into the room. “My name is Vassilious and yours is…?” She just stared. “No answer? Relax my little but lethal guest. I don’t get my rocks off killing a slayer. They are just flies buzzing in cemeteries in that if they get in my way, they are swatted down. Otherwise I leave them alone. For example, your little slayer assigned to our island is still alive, isn’t she? That’s how insignificant you slayers are to us. All Mistress Argonia wants is for her clan to take over Greece and maybe start on Italy. And you? You have become a means to that end.”

He casually stepped farther into the room. “If you tell me your name, we can leave things in their natural order of a prisoner in a jail. But if you don’t give me your name, our goals can be temporarily altered.” He pulled out a double edged knife from his coat and slid it across his open palm, leaving a red trail. He nodded his approval at the blades sharpness. “This clan is multiplying every day, not just here but also on Greece and numerous other places. In stead of creating more fledglings to further increase our numbers, Mistress Argonia could send out the elders, not minions, but elders to hunt down every slayer, every watcher and kill them.” He held out his hand dripping blood onto the stone floor. “Gorgeous red blood would flow. After that, we will start hunting down their families.”

With that visual image playing in her mind’s eye, Buffy broke her silence. “You could never take out all the slayers.”

“No, I don’t think we could either, but we would take out quite a few while trying. Same with their families and their watcher’s families.” The slayer’s face still held an arrogant expression, but Vassilious knew he had her when her shoulders started to slump. “So, slayer, what is your precious name?”

‘When you’re fucked, you’re fucked,’ Buffy thought. Slayers knew now what they were getting into with their calling since they had an academy to learn, unlike she and Faith had. The new slayers knew that their chances of dying were high. But this master vampire hit below the belt. When he started talking about watchers and families, faces shifted in front of her face one after another. Giles, Dawn, Willow, Xander, Angel and Cordelia. And now new friends, Andrew, Faith, Robin, and all the new slayers. The thought of them being killed because she wouldn’t give up her name seemed ludicrous. “Ok. Vassilious is it? I will tell you my name. Buffy. Ann. Summers. Ring a bell?” Buffy was pleased to see the two elders behind the leader take a step back away from her. “You know of me?”

Vassilious tried to act as if she were just any slayer. “I might have heard of you. Were you the slayer of the Sunnydale Hellmouth?” On the exterior, he was cool and collected, but inside he couldn’t be happier. The Sunnydale Slayer was much more valuable than the Rogue Slayer that he had expected.

“You know I am. But let me assure you that if you go after my watcher, family and friends, you might like to know that my watcher was called the Ripper from past deeds that even he will not even talk about, my sister is a magical key, one friend is a very powerful witch, another is a slayer equal to me but stretches ethics sometimes, and last but not least, I’m sure you have heard of my first love and lover.”

“Angel. Pft. He is of little use as a vampire. He’s still dangerous, but not enough to worry about.”

“Really? Have you met Angelus?”

“Yes, in the 1870’s. He was eating a French family from oldest to youngest, saving the best for last. He was a sight to be hold, but he is now corrupted by a soul.” Vassilious didn’t know what to make of a slayer so sure that a vampire would come to save her. He knew their history, but he also knew that they were no longer together. Even if the vampire had a soul, why would he be so loyal to a human?

“Don’t be surprised when Angel channels some of his inner Angelus trying to save me. He will…”

Before Buffy could move, Vassilious pulled out a gun and shot her in the shoulder. Immediately, her vision began to swim. The last sight that registered was that of a dart sticking out of her. All faded to black.

Vassilious smiled. Strange, deluded slayer, he chuckled. Slayer bagged. Name confirmed. On to step three of the plan.

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Dinner time again, damn it, and this was to be a feast. Vassilious followed by four minions dragging three boys and one girl, all gagged and bound by ropes and chains entered the Sepatucci Clan’s mansion’s dining room. As usual, he braced himself before entering. It took a few minutes for Argonia to acknowledge him. “Vassilious, good. Glad you have joined us. How about you…”

Surprisingly, Vassilious found Argonia unoccupied, just watching those around her. As politely as he could, Vassilious dared to interrupt, banking on the good news he brought to smooth any ruffled feathers and hoping the diversion would avert her coming suggestion that could be distasteful. “Mistress, the mission was a success. We have her. The slayer is now under our lock and key. And mistress, she says that she is the Sunnydale Slayer.”

“Here’s hoping. Well done, my Vassilious. Tomorrow, call together whoever you think necessary, and we will finalize our plans for this slayer. Now come. Let me feel that victorious cock inside of me.” Argonia focused her eyes on his crotch and spread her legs.

This was one of those few times that made his existence with her worth it. Instantly hard and stripped, he pumped into her. He wanted to stretch out the exenceence, but she wouldn’t have it slow. Using a small whip, she struck him hard across his ass, urging him on faster until he came much too soon for his liking, but at least he came inside of her.

“Vassilious, so big , so good, and always a good fuck. Now be a good boy and suck off Meiko here while Angela eats me out until I come.

Nope, not out of there soon enough, he thought. Resigned, Vassilious reminded himself that he had learned to suck so good that the vampire in his mouth would come fast. So he sucked hard on the boy toy’s cock, he sucked as hard as he could, his cheeks hollowing out, while rapidly pumping his hand up and down the cock, trying to finish the guy off as fast as possible and get the hell out before Argonia sets some fledgling to his ass. As for the boy toy, Vassilious made a point to memorize the vampire’s face as he had done others lately. He would be waiting for the vampire, and with the help of his magic that he was beginning to secretly practice again, the boy and his cock would be dust that Vassilious would walk on as he left.


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He had been such an idiot going back to Club Erotokritos two nights in a row. When Spike felt the new slayer on the first night, he should have chosen the more careful route, avoiding the club the next night and patrolling a cemetery. No, he hadn’t been able to resist and again found himself tailed by the slayer, but tonight he could and would show some restraint. Now he sat in Minos, a demon club, and proceeding to get shnockered. That bloody slayer had practically pulled him to her, drew him with her strength and feel. He was fascinated by her, but he also wanted to keep himself on the smart side of dusty.

After his fourth drink, he began to relax enough to notice the energy and heightened sound level in the pub. No doubt it was about the entrance of the new slayer into the demon scene.

Spike extended his senses and began to eavesdrop. Yes, he heard the word “slayer” mentioned over and over, but then he started to pick up a word that began to chill his bones. “Kidnapped.” And yes, those two words were being said together. God, the new slayer had been kidnapped. Everyone was assuming it had been done by the Sepatucci Clan, and Spike agreed with the speculation. He listened for more, anything to pick up any clues that might let him help this slayer.

Then a driadra demon walked in the door and immediately headed for a table in the back. No wonder he wanted tack,ack, he had more pieces to the puzzle to tell his friends in private. The slayer was very powerful. Well, that Spike already knew. The slayer was famous. That Spike hadn’t known, and he was starting to get a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. Famous? And then he heard it, “Sunnydale.” Famous, powerful, and Sunnydale. It had to be Faith, he told himself. He prayed it was Faith. She had started in Sunnydale, didn’t she? She was powerful, she was famous in the demon world, and she was known to go to a hot spot or two. As far as he could tell, there were never rumors of Buffy traveling to help out. It had to be Faith.

He eavesdropped more, hoping for confirmation that Faith had been kidnapped, and then he would find a way to get her out.
“…No, not the Rogue Slayer. They think it’s the Sunnydale Slayer.” Spike felt numb from head to toe, and it wasn’t the drinks he had slammed down. The Rogue Slayer had to be Faith. That left a hellish nightmare. Buffy had been kidnapped. “No, no, no. No, NO!” Spike shot up out of his seat which brought more attention to himself than he wanted. He quickly sat back down. It never crossed his mind that Giles would have sent Buffy. Never in his one hundred plus years. He always assumed she was sticking tight to Angel, keeping Los Angeles locked down. Spike managed to finish two more drinks before he figured that he had again slipped banto nto anonymity in the demon world. Outside of the pub’s door, Spike ran.


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It was twelve hours and three darts evenly spaced out later when her guards entered her cell, and Buffy agreed to let them give her an injection of her sedative instead of shooting her with a dart. Her hidden agenda? To bring the vampires closer. She needed to take the guards out to make her escape, and how was she to do that with them across the room? After the chains were reinforced and before that first injection by needle, Argonia, mistress of the clan, paid a visit. Actually she came to gloat. “I’ve captured a slayer…your under my thump…dole out food to a washed up slayer”…yada yada. Through all the bullshit being shoveled, Buffy was able to learn a couple of details concerning her captivity. Instead of killing her like any respectable vampire would kill a vampire slayer, the cocky, greedy bitch was holding her to profit in some way. Besides not killing her, she also found out that Argonia didn’t want her to look misused. How did Buffy figure this one out? The mistress talked of saving her face as she only used her whip on Buffy’s legs. Whipped her prisoner, who was backed into a corner, chained to a ring in the wall. Some tough leader of a clan. What the red headed bitch vampire should have learned was that she was making a mistake concerning this blonde bitch slayer. The blonde bitch knew her friends would come for her and make the red headed bitch dust.

Shortly after Argonia left but before they had remembered her injection, a fledgling that was sent to serve her some fruit got too close to the prisoner. Buffy’s two guards couldn’t subdue her until she had ripped the head of the fledgling completely off. After that, she was drugged more frequently, with a different, stronger drug. Not the make–you-weak kind of drug like the Watcher’s Council had given her. More like the fuzzy reality, room swimming kind of drug. And that’s how she stayed. The drugs would begin to wear off, and then they would come in with another shot before she had it together enough to fight them. So she ate, slept and prayed that Giles would figure out that something was wrong fast and send the Scoobie cavalry.

A big change came when the bitch’s number one vamp, Vassilious, began coming to most of the times her food was delivered. When he was present, he even gave her the shots, which were now administered every three hours.

The first two times he showed up, Buffy just stared the black haired vamp down before and after he gave her the shot. To her surprise, he just stared back until he left. No words were exchanged. No words were spoken.

“A slayer in a cage.” On the third such visit, Buffy just had to get in a jibe. “Don’t feed the animal. Grrrh.”

He just watched her for a few minutes before speaking. “I don’t have to come to give you the shots. I could assign an elder.”

Buffy was creeped out. This sick fuck better not think she would let him… “Don’t even think about…”

Vassilious quietly laughed; his voice was just as quiet. “No, slayer. I have no desire in the way you are thinking. I neither want to bite you nor have my way with you, so to speak.”

As much as she actually was, Buffy didn’t want to let him see her sigh of relief. “So, what are you, like my keeper?”

“In a way. I am in charge of you, and I report directly to my Mistress.”

“I don’t need a keeper. Thanks.” Assessing her opponent, Buffy looked him up and down again. This vampire had power and wore it well, but not ostentatiously. Ooooh, big word, Buffy. “I’m still alive. I’m being fed. I will give you that. I must be a pawn of some sort, but I don’t think it has to do with you coming to see me. So why all this stare timeage, keeper.”

Pausing, he tilted his head. This slayer had already proved to be tricky. That he had expected. She had to have been to survive as long as she had. But surprisingly she was sounding like she had some intelligence, not just death and destruction beneath the beautiful outer shell. He had to make a decision. Truth or lie. Truth or lie. Truth. “I wanted to meet you.”

And Buffy recognized his truth as what it was but didn’t know what to make of it. She would haet het her new black boots that he would have lied, but he didn’t. Her words came out cold and laced with the hate. “So you’ve met me. Scram. Go find a stake to fall on.” Buffy turned to face the wall until he was gone. She needed time to think. Things were not what she had assumed them to be. As she had found in the rest of her life when she had finally opened her eyes to see, black and white were actually grey.


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TBC