Your Deepest Fear...

"Where oh where shall we begin?"

He watched her for a moment as he walked a circle around her like a sleek leopard ready to pounce.

"I came to Sunnydale for one purpose only. To see your end!"

"Got to admit, you put up one hell of a fight. You punched, you kicked, you threw everything you had at me. In the end, I still killed you. Made you like me."

He paused again as he watched her eyes flicker for a moment.

"I ressurected you from beyond the grave. I offered you eternal life and you took it. You hung onto me like a desperate wh*re and I recall you screaming your mother's name on your dainty little tongue. What a waste of a gift you are. You are nothing but a tramp to me and you are lucky that I did anything at all for you. Now, go. Get cleaned and get dressed. We're going hunting!"

"Do you know what it's like to be trapped underground for 3 moons!?! Hell. Pure hell............."

"As you can see, you're stuck with me!"

Buffy's human mask fell as she gave out a vicious snarl before jumping on him, biting into his neck. The master threw her off and swiftly broke a few ribs. "ENOUGH!"

At his loud command, two minions came and dragged her away. She thrashed out screaming, "NO!" "I don't want to go to the dark room! Please. Don't make me go to the dark room!!!!!!!!!!!"

It's all so foreign to her. This strange room, the clothes the master picked for her, the chains binding her wrists, and the slash of whips against her body. Just as it was brought down again, she gave one last yank and the chains fell loose and she grabbed the thing in mid air, smashing it in her fist. Then she dropped it with an oomf. She flipped them over so she'd be on top, tearing at the clothes and snarling. The door to the room slammed open and in came the master in all his fury. He pushed Buffy aside, grabbing the minion by his throat and hauled him up. With a tug of his collar, he was pulled out of the room. The minions waiting outside bowed their heads, acknowledging what the master had done. He had done what no other had tried to do. Turn a slayer...............

A few minutes later, the master came in with a snack. Her eyes were drawn naturally to the pale column of his throat. It invoked ALL kinds of intentions. She turned her eyes up to the master and then immediately back to the throat. She licked up the drool that slid from the corners of her mouth. "For me...?", she weakly asked.

The master: I took care of your little problem and now I brought you a treat. What do you have to say?

"Th- thank you s- sireeeeeeeeeee...................", her voice was strained and unsure. The master turned to the boy and then back at her. "Get up and feed, we have a LOT to prepare for..............."

Violently, she fed while her claws dug into his angry cock, leaving him thin red cuts down to his ball. She gave out a triumphant roar as the male in her grip shook and screamed out in fear.

Oh, SHIT! And then he ran. Ran ram-rod into another male's chest. Xander struggled fiercely in his capture's arms as he was carried into an abandoned warehouse. Two minions came and took him from the master as they trudged down a dark lair. The place made him want to vomit. It was dark, silent, and eerie. Only the rattling of chains could be heard amongst small whimpers coming from a metal cage. There, he found his friend in her game face snarling at him through a mouthful of fangs.

Everything was heightened. When she woke up in that cold cramped space, she felt ready to burst. Her eyes took on the white and black scenery around her. Her ears picked up even the tiniest of sounds. Her nose tickled at the the smell of blood and deaths. Her breathing laxed as she climbed her way out of the earth. These things made her bulging veins stretch out even more as her stomach rumbled.

She looked down at the dead body of her former camadre and smirked. Yup, all is well in the world of Buffy. She will no longer have to look at this idiot for another second. She's free to do whatever the hell she wants. Whatever that pleases her.

"I can't thank you enough for this gift. I was just about to count how many ways to kill him before you came, dragging this piece of ass with you."

The master: He's yours if you want to turn him...

She gave the body a good kick before smiling into her sire's eyes, "No thanks. This fool isn't worth my while!"

Buffy listened as they droned on and on about the upcoming ritual. She was bored and in desperate need of some good action. She stood in front of a full length mirror and twirled some hair with her pinky, "I'm bored and I'm hungry!"

"But you just ate my dear", came the frog like voice of her sire.

She silently giggled at her own description. "Well, I am. Xander just didn't fill my appetite!"

Later: She lowered her fangs to his mark as they pumped in perfect unison...................

"You want some?"

She nodded eagerly as her eyes went to the neck he was holding. "Here", he said as he released the girl into her waiting arms and she wasted not a drop as her fangs sliced her open. She's still delirious from the hunt. They went out and killed several people that night and yet her belly couldn't get enough.

(St. Vigeous Ritual)

The master had gone out for a week, leaving his bodyguard in the charge of Buffy. He had stripped off a creme colored gown from Drusilla's body as the mob had impaled her on a cross. He was there when he saw the flames swallowing her whole. He was there when Spike took out his rage on the leader. And now, he's back. Back with a gift for his own wicked plum.

He held the gown out in front of him as he addressed her name with a growl, "Here. Put this on and let's get this party started."

Spike snarled his frustration at the insolent git who had cut his lane. He was in a hurry for St. Vigeous and this kid just had to cut in front of him. "Alright BOY, let's see if you can cut this!" He slammed his foot on the gas and ran right into the car. The crunching of metal against metal was like music to his ears. "No one gets in the way of SPIKE!"

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"I have a secret", sing songed Drusilla in her melodic voice. She suddenly gasped and her eyes widened. "No, it can't be... It's all wrong.

She pulled back and hissed, "You're all wrong!"

She left a mark on his cheek that had healed 3 days later. With some fresh blood in his veins, he was as good as new. 'By god, I miss her!', he thought with his heart aching. Aching for her bite. Her greedy little hands touching, feeling him. He growled in displeasure at the thought of that daring little mob. Thanks to them, he's all alone again. With no one to satisfy his demon. Needing to get his thoughts straightened out, he pulled the car to a stop. "Hello cutie, need a lift...?"

5 minutes later, the door was pushed open and the body slid out. "Prostitutes", he chuckled. Taking one last look, he sped off.

The ritual went on smoothly. Glasses were tipped as the minions fell into a comfortable silence, awaiting for the master and his new queen.

The anointed's eyes fell on a dark haired vampire. "YOU!"

The vampire Lothos kept his eyes to the floor, refusing to meet the hostile stares of the other vampires. The anointed shifted into game face and single handedly grabbed him by the lapels of his shirt. "You weren't supposed to attack Angelus before the ritual!"

Lothos: But- but you don't understand. He attacked, I reacted!

"Wrong answer", came the voice that belongs to Buffy. Then, she waited to see what the master will do.


The master: What do you think dear?

She leaned up and whispered, "Kill him..."


"Let me take this burden from you. I'll make him sCcccccream for Hhhours..................."