Fic: The Wrong Side of Desiny 9 (Formally Topsy Turvy)

["Femvamp " <femvamp000@xxxxxxxxx>]

Title: The Wrong Side of Destiny. Part 9
Author: Femvamp
Email: femvamp000@xxxxxxxxx
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Disclaimer: You all know the drill. I don't own the show. I don't 
own the characters. I don't own anything of any value except my sick 
and twisted mind (and you can't have that.)
Authors note: Gave a few people last names who didn't have them 
before.
Basic Premise: What if The Scooby Gang were the bad guys?

Red listened to Buffy moan with pleasure. It was still too early to do 
much of anything, well besides having sex that is, so that's what they 
did. Mind numbing, heart stopping (well their hearts had already 
stopped but you get the picture) sex. 

Ever since they had met they had been in love. They were vampires and 
for vampires love is usually temporary. Vampires had a million 
lifetimes ahead of them if they were smart, and both Red and Buffy 
were smart, and love usually only lasted until someone got bored. 

It was a strange set of circumstances that had kept them together. 
Buffy called it heat (ironic considering neither of them gave it off). 
Red however called it fate. They were meant to be together.

As Buffy climaxed Red found her thoughts turning to the slayer. It 
was mildly disconcerting, usually at this moment all she could think 
of was Buffy. Joyce had been right, this slayer was different 
somehow. There was something about her that made her.....Red couldn't 
put her finger what it was. There was something just plain odd about 
her.

After she and Buffy had killed the human she was with they had 
expected the slayer to come after them, but she didn't. It had been 
over a week and they had heard little about the slayer. A few minor 
vampires had been dusted but besides that there was nothing. That in 
itself was odd, very very odd.

There was just something that worried Red. 

It worried her right to the bone.

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Drucillia watched.

That's what she did. She watched. She watched Wesley. She watched 
him walk a bunch of students from the local highschool to their 
respective cars or other modes of transportation. She then watched 
him walk back into the school.

Drucilla followed.

She followed him toward the library. She didn't walk in but instead 
stood by the door. No one really noticed her which she had found odd. 
She had been in town for only a few days and had already noticed that 
no one seemed to notice anything. It would make her plans work out 
even better then she had intended.

Drucilla waited.

She stood outside the building as Wesley walked to his car and got in. 
He was the same man she had known years ago. He had the same walk to 
him, the same ability to get lost in the crowed. It had always served 
him well in the past. No one ever noticed Wesley until it was too 
late.

Drucilla moved.

She jumped into Wesley's car before he had a chance to notice her. 
She pulled out a gun.

Drucilla spoke.

"Hello Wesley. It's good to see you again."

Drucilla smiled.