Fw: NHA Fanfic: Best When Served Cold, NC-17.

["Adrienne Wright" <adrienne_wright@xxxxxxxxxxx>]

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From: Danyelle Edwards 
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Subject: NHA Fanfic: Best When Served Cold, NC-17.


Kind of a stand alone ficcy. I was watching a snippet of 'From Hell' and suddenly the fic came to me... I wrote it all in a day...

Author: Mametara Iyo.

Title: Best When Served Cold.

Pairing: W/B mostly. An overall W/B/S/A.

Rating: NC-17, for graphic fem slash.

Disclaimer: I dun own Buffy. Now don't make me say it anymore, I think I may cry.

Distribution: NHA, WLS, and anyone else who could possibly want it? Just tell me where it's going so I can visit my baby...

Summary: 200 years before Buffy is born, things go a little differently than normal....

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It was a quiet night. It had been very quiet nights since the first few attacks had occurred, and now it was just dead. The gas lights cast a sickly, shaking light down on the filthy cobblestones and she frowned with as much vehemence as she could muster. She was tired, and she felt dirty, and shethought she might kill herself if she had to let one more unwashed, rude man touch her body. 

She hated her job. She hated the area. And more than anything she hated her family. 

What did they know about love? They could not find her love for her, because her love had found her instead. She smiled then, just slightly, thinking of her lover, like a light in the dismal morass that their life had become. 

They were not suited for this edge of town, and it showed in everything that they did. They had both been born to noble families, and had grown up groomed, educated young ladies. She had grown up knowing that she would marry the Summers' only son, Osborne, just as well as she knew that her older brother Alexander would marry the Summers' eldest daughter Elizabeth when she was finally of age. 

It had started then. 

It had been Elizabeth's 16th birthday, and after the day of celebration, the house had retired, and she had snuck into Elizabeth's room as she had always done.....

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(5 years ago, The Summers Estate)

She crept down the servant's hall silently, knowing that if she was caught here she would most likely be beaten. There was movement up ahead and sheducked into an alcove where a suit of armor was perched. Less than a minute later, a sleepy maid came shuffling down the hall past her. She stayed there, hidden, for several more minutes until she felt sure that nothing elsewas going to appear. 

She had made this trek many times, and it posed no problem at all to slipthrough the door that let her onto Elizabeth's hall. 

Coincidentally, however, Elizabeth's grandmother also lived on this hall and her dog, Rupert, was a very irritable terrier that seemed to hear everything, and let everyone know about it, too. 

She tensed her muscles, inching down the hall with the wall at her back, stopping a bit at Grandmama's door to listen for any shuffling from Rupert,but the coast was clear and she skittered silently the next few feet to Elizabeth's door.

It was unlocked, as it always was, and she slipped inside, latching it behind her and padding into the darkened space. 

"What took you so bloody long?" rasped a voice at her ear and she barely stopped herself from screaming as Elizabeth giggled and switched on the lamp she was carrying. 

"Bethie! You nit! You scared me to death!!" she replied, voice the whisper's version of a yell. 

Her best friend only giggled and bounded forward the wrap her in a hug after setting the lamp on the table. She smiled, because she could forgive her friend everything, and Elizabeth knew it. 

"I'm sorry. It's only that you're always so good at slipping about unnoticed, and I wanted to try it out for once."

"Not as easy as it looks, is it?"

"No," her friend replied, with her arms still around her waist and a smile on her pretty lips. "But it's certainly as fun."

"Bethie!" she scolded, making a fair attempt at a glare before receding into a pout. "That wasn't funny."

"Yes it was! You always think it's funny when you scare me, so I simply returned you the favor." 

They had tiptoed back to the bed then, diving in between the posts and rolling about on the mattress and rolling and laughing, and laughing some more. 

"Do you know what I thought about today?" Elizabeth whispered suddenly, coming to a stop beside her, and she smiled as she adjusted herself to see her face. 

"What?"

"I thought... that today means that in two years I will become Mrs. Elizabeth Harris"

"And in three years I will become Mrs. Anne Summers... We're switching places..."

"We'll be sisters-in-law..." Elizabeth whispered back, wrapping her handsaround her's as she spoke. 

"We're sisters already," she had replied and smiled when Elizabeth snuggled up to her and they both lay for a moment in each others arms, as they had since they were children. 

"I don't want to get married," she whispered suddenly and Elizabeth looked up to her, understanding and sadness in her eyes. 

"I don't want to get married either, Anne... What's wrong with us? Just the other day, I heard Miss Tea talking about how excited she was when she heard she was getting married... And here I am dreading the day with all of my heart..." 

"Miss Tea is a ninny, and a silly cow at that..."

"Anne!" Elizabeth had admonished her, eyes sparkling with amusement. 

"She is, Bethie, and you know she is. Never has England seen a bigger nutter than Tea herself..." 

Elizabeth had dissolved into giggles again at that, and she thought that she would never be able to meet someone as beautiful as her best friend, ever. 

"I wish I could marry you.."

"What?" she had answered back, a little incredulous, but Bethie just stared back at her. 

"It's true. I love you so much... I don't love Alexander at all. What's amarriage without love?"

"I asked my Mother that once, and she told me that I had been reading toomany romantic books. Mother thinks I shouldn't read books, and thinks Father's an old fool for ever having taught me..." 

"Why couldn't we get married?"

"Because only men and ladies get married, Bethie."

"But why only men and ladies? What's marriage for anyway? I never see anything come out of a marriage but children... I bet we could have children.."

"That's crazy talk, Bethie..."

"What's so special that a man can do, that a woman can't?"

"I wish I knew... Mother will never tell me, but I know Father's told Alex... He spent a whole week strutting about after your engagement was announced."

"Then what's so important about it all... What do men and women do after they get married?" 

"Well," She had whispered, forehead furrowed in thought. "They kiss on the mouth," she offered. "I've seen girls and their courters kiss each other on the cheek, but never on the mouth."

"You and I kiss each other on the mouth all the time, though..."

"Well.." she thought again, and then, "That girl, Sophie, that we knew, Icaught her kissing the carriage boy once..."

"Oh no," Elizabeth whispered happily, in the gleeful tone of one receiving gossip. 

"Yes," she had said, and continued on. "Except it wasn't like we've kissed, because they're mouths were all open."

"Really? How do you kiss if your mouth's are open?" Bethie wondered out-loud, looking bewildered. 

"Well, they're mouths weren't all the way open, but they were open, and Isaw their tongues a few time...touching each other..."

"You watched them??"

"I did not!" she had said, indignantly. "I had snuck out to feed Father'shorse with an apple, and I couldn't get back out until they went away. But, my point is, is that Sophie got pregnant a few months later, and I head Mother talking about how she was just ruined for marriage to anybody but thecarriage boy, because she was pregnant. Do you suppose it was because of the way they were kissing?" 

"Maybe," her friend had whispered, considering, and staring up at her canopy in thought. "Do you suppose we could try it?"

"What??" she whispered back, for what had to be the 50th time that night. 

"Well... I see it this way. It must be because of the kissing, because when Mummy was pregnant her belly always got big and fat, and you never get anything into your belly except through your mouth, so if their mouths were open when they were kissing, it must be the kissing that got Sophie pregnant... So if we kiss like that, and one of us gets pregnant, they'll have no choice but to let us marry," her friend had finished gleefully. 

"Your logic escapes me, Bethie..." 

"But it's sure to work, Annie! Wouldn't you rather have a baby with me than icky old Ossy?"

She had made a face then and Elizabeth had laughed. 

"Well... you do have a point but..."

"See! I have a point. So what's the matter? Wouldn't you rather marry me?" 

"I would..." she had whispered back, fondly staring over at her friend. "But I don't think it would work... I've never seen two girls getting married before..."

"That's because the silly gooses are always content to marry the icky men..."

She had laughed, and snuggled up closer to her friend because she was suddenly shaking a little. 

"It's always worth a try," she had whispered and their faces had gotten nearer together then. 

The kiss started as all of their kisses always had, with lips pressed together, and she had wondered exactly how she was going to go about this. Shehad opened her mouth a little, and her lips simply settled closer to Elizabeth's, except now her top lip and Bethie's bottom lip were touching. They had squirmed a little closer and Bethie had finally opened her mouth as well. It was awkward at first, and they settled for that for the moment, tugging at each other's lips with their own, and she was most surprised when Bethie's teeth closed over her bottom lip and tugged a little.

They had jerked apart then and she had reached up a hand to press over her lips, while Elizabeth had stared at her apologetically. 

"I'm sorry... my teeth...kind of went the wrong way... I didn't hurt you,did I?"

She had shaken her head, smiling a little. 

"No.. it felt...nice..."

It hadn't taken them long at all to scoot together again, lips meeting, teeth nipping and pulling experimentally at the other's lips. Eventually, they had both gathered their courage and their mouths' opened a bit more, andtheir tongues slid together for the first time. 

They had jumped back again at that, grinning at the sensation before theydove together again, and the kissing began in earnest, with all pieces of the puzzle together. She had understood then why Sophie had seemed to so enjoy it when she and the carriage boy had kissed like this. 

They curled themselves close together, fronts tight against each other and hands roaming through the other's hair, and down their back. She had shivered a little when Elizabeth's hand had slid beneath her dressing gown and she blushed when her friend went to pull it up.

"Bethie..." 

"What? I want to see you... I get this funny feeling down in my tummy when your hands touch me.. I want to feel your skin all over..." 

She had smiled a little then, and allowed herself to be wiggled out of the gown. Bethie's hands had been warm and soft on her body and she had gasped when her friend's hand brushed her nipple on the way up to her face. 

"What" Bethie had repeated, though this time worriedly, staring at her face in concern. 

"No.. I'm alright... Touch me there again," she had whispered, wondering if the tight ball of excitement she felt building in the pit of her stomachwas what her friend had been talking about. 

Bethie's fingers had slipped up again, rubbing at the bit of pink flesh, and they had both gasped when it began to harden into a little bud, though for completely different reasons. 

"That feels so good, Bethie.." 

And they had grinned at each other then, and tugged Bethie's own gown off. She had pressed her friend back to the mattress, and listened as her friend gasped and panted as her mouth dove down to suckle at one of her breasts. 

They had played throughout the night, kissing, and touching, and letting their mouth's explore other areas, but by the time either of them began to wonder at how much the place between their legs had begun to ache, it had been time for Anne to sneak back to her own room. 

The next night she had snuck back again, and they wasted no time to beginkissing and touching again, and this was the night they had first made love. 

"Why does it feel like that?" Bethie had whispered to her suddenly, in between the little sounds she would make when Anne nipped, and sucked until her breasts were wet and the coral tips were hard and nearly red. 

"What feels like that?" she had whispered back, looking up, and was surprised to see her friend blush a little. 

"Down there...between my legs.. it aches so much..."

"It hurts?" she had whispered back, concerned and Bethie had shaken her head. 

"No...not like that... it almost feels good... Touch me there?" 

She had thought about it a minute, whether she should or not, before she had slid her hand down Bethie's belly and dipped her hand in between her legs. She had been very surprised when her friend had made a sound that was half-gasp and half-squeak. 

"Ohhh... Do that again..."

She had slid her fingers up again, and listened to her friend make soundsuntil she found the spot that she had at first grazed. It was a little bump, almost shaped like a triangle, and it got hard underneath her fingers asshe touched it, and the more she touched it the more sounds her friend made, and the more her body thrashed. 

"Ohh...that feels so good... Don't stop please...something...something's happening..." She had continued to touch the slippery little structure, rubbing it and rolling it in between her fingers. 

"You're all wet..." she had whispered back then, turning her mouth to nibble on her friend's ear. 

"Inside," Bethie had gasped, hips suddenly bucking up toward her hand. "Something's happening inside.. Put...put your hand lower..." And she had andthen, "No! Oh, keep touching there!" 

It had taken a bit of maneuvering, but she had eventually figured out that she could keep touching the nub with her thumb while her fingers slipped down. 

"Inside," Bethie had whispered to her, urging her inward even when she heard her friend wince in pain. She wondered a bit, of whether she should be doing this, for while there was a place to go inside, and the wetness made it easier to move, it was very small, and tight around her finger, and it seemed to be hurting Bethie. 

"Are you sure?" 

"Oh yes..." she had whispered back, head thrashing again, and she had slid her other hand down as well, to play with the little nub so that her friend wouldn't hurt so much, and then the most surprising thing happened. She had watched her drag a pillow down over her face and she had heard the muffled yell anyway, and the place she had slid her finger into tightened even more, and then the muscles began to spasm, tightening and loosening, and Bethie's hips were rolling wildly up to her hands. 

She had kept touching her friend until she had stilled finally and she was suddenly afraid that she may have killed her friend, because she was laying back against the pillows, sweating, and so white in the face, but then she had opened her eyes, eyes that were weak and glazed, and just as smilingas her lips. 

"That was... amazing... Let me do it to you, Annie... I want you to feel that... it felt so good..." 

And she had been pushed back to the pillow's as well, and she experiencedall the sensations that she had watched her friend go through, and before the night was over, they had each become well familiarized with the process. 

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She had smiled as she trudged through the streets, the memories the only happy things she had anymore. 2 years to the day that they had first kiss, the inevitable wedding had come. She had watched her friend, led down the aisle by her husband, and she had watched her become a member of her family:the wife of her brother. 

She knew her friend was afraid of what Alex would do to her, because theyboth knew, whatever it was that he was going to do, it wouldn't be anything like what they had done together. As time went on they had learned more, and she had managed to steal an anatomy book from her Father's library, andthey had learned the names of different things. She had even showed Elizabeth a book by the man Freud, and they had taken their time to life at his theories that women could possibly want a penis, and had gasped in horror athis suggestion of removing a woman's clitoris as a cure for her insanity. 

"Why would he want to do that, when it's such a nice little thing?" Bethie had asked her, while they curled up in bed one night, after they had madelove. 

But the wedding had come, and the reception had been over, but then Alexander had gotten a message from their Father, that said he had to ride to London at once. 

They had never been so relieved in their life as when they had watched Alexander run from the manor and to the carriage houses. 

They were free for another night and they took advantage of it. Bethie had told her, in no uncertain terms that she would not have their love die simply because she was forced into marrying Alex. 

"But that's adultery," she had whispered. 

"I don't care. I love you, I don't love Alex... He's the one committing adultery, because we're already married..." Her friend had replied before she dragged them both back to the bed and they began again as though it were their first night. 

They were so absorbed in their lovemaking however, that they did not notice as the door slid open, and Alex, who had gotten another message, halfwaythere, to simply go home again, had stood in the doorway, staring at the sight of his sister and his wife. 

He had yelled, and screamed, and roused the whole house, and everyone hadcome, and dragged them apart, and slapped their faces, and beat them both until they were in tears, and bruised all over, cursed them as whores and witches and devils, and then threw them from the house in nothing but their clothes. They had slunk away like wounded animals, and had returned that night with laundry bags and heat's screaming for vengeance, to sneak back inside and had robbed their parents blind. 

But 3 years later, the money they had gotten for selling the items was nolonger enough, and the job they both held at the tavern was no longer enough to support their tiny flat above it, and they had resorted to the job that they both hated now. 

She had not wanted to do it, and she had not wanted to let Bethie go awayby herself to sell herself to the dirty men that they were visited with every night. She had hoped, every time that she was approached, maybe some fairy tale book would come to life and the man would offer them somewhere to sleep, or food, instead of asking them how much it would be for a tumble, or any of the other despicable things that were requested of them. She remembered, the first night, when they had both slunk back to their flat, sore and bleeding and crying more than when they had first been removed from their home. 

It had become routine now, and while she hated it, she had stopped hopingthat they would ever be offered relief and had simply made her way throughthe night as she probably always would. 

Several of their usual customers had been found, gutted after being drained of blood, and now the streets were dead, and no one was coming to buy, and even the whores had drifted to a different street. She was alone, edgingdown the street, and that's when she heard it. 

The scream had split the air, high and terrified, and she recognized the scream, and she was running before she knew it. 

It was not as she had expected, and when she barreled into the alley, shefound her love pressed against the wall, a woman in front of her. She thought briefly that perhaps it was an angry wife, who had traced her husband'sfrequent outings to Elizabeth, but the woman had her face buried in her lover's neck, and Bethie was screaming at the top of her lungs, and no one was there to help but she. 

She had grabbed the nearest thing, a piece of board from a crate, and hadslammed it into the woman's back as hard as she could. 

The woman didn't even bend forward a bit and Anne thought she would have to hit her again when she finally pulled back, sneering and ugly, with jagged teeth and yellow eyes. 

"You hit Princess," she had hissed, and she had reacted entirely upon instinct. She had heard the rumors and the tales, that it was vampires that had been responsible for the recent attacks, and she didn't care if the womanwas truly a vampire or not, because she had bit Bethie, and the blood was dripping down her chin. 

She had stabbed the jagged piece of wood forward, and the woman's chest had gave in easily, and she thought she might throw up at the sound it made,and then the woman screamed and exploded into dust. 

She stared, amazed, before she had heard Bethie whimper and ran quickly to her lover. 

"Bethie...Bethie, are you alright?"

She had nodded, shaken and still in shock. 

"Come on, luvvie... We need to get back to the flat... I can stop at the apothecary once we get you home, and get some herbs for a rinse and a salve...so that doesn't get infected..." Bethie had nodded to her, but she did not speak, and it was in silence that they both limped home. 

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William slipped into the room as quietly as he could, hoping in vain thathis sire would not recognize his presence. 

"Boy," had come the smooth voice, however, and he winced as he stepped into the light, toward where the darker man was seated before the fire. 

"Yes, Sire..." he said slowly, staring warily as the older man turned toward him, eyes dark as the frown on his face. 

"Where is she, boy?"

William frowned at the question, wishing he could say what he really wanted to, that Drusilla had been dusted, and that he was damn glad that she had been. He'd had his sire all to himself for a decade, after they had dumped Darla in Paris, but then the bitch Drusilla had caught his eye, and William had been alone while his sire had pursued his new interest. He had hoped, when Angelus had finally killed the sniveling bint, that the obsession was finally over, but then he'd slit his wrist and let her drink his blood, blood that he himself, his sire's favorite childe, hadn't tasted in over a year. 

And tonight, tonight Angelus had ordered him to take her out hunting, on her 3rd night as a vampire. He had been elated when he'd watched the redhead slam the board through her chest, because it meant that he had Angelus tohimself again, but now, now he was beginning to realize that maybe that wasn't such a good thing. 

"She's... she's dead, Sire..." 

He expected what happened next, and it made it just slightly easier to take the backhand that snapped his head to the side and sent him tumbling back into a table. 

"What!?" And Angelus was standing above him, hissing through his fangs, amber eyes narrowed dangerously.

"She was dusted!" He yelled back, cringing slightly in expectation for more blows, blows that came as he thought they would. 

"Was it a Slayer?" had come, after the blows had finally stopped, and he coughed before he spoke, spitting out the blood from his mouth, arms wrapped over his chest, where ribs were broken on either side. 

"No... It was a human..."

"A human dusted her? And you sat back and allowed it, William? You let a human do it?" 

"I'm glad she's dead!" He spat back at him, and tensed, waiting for the blows to begin raining down again. Instead, the only hand he felt was one smoothing his sandy hair out of his eyes. 

"I've been neglecting you, haven't I?" The voice was smooth again, lilting with the accent, and no longer lisping around the fangs. 

"You could say that," he managed, speaking breath's hitching a little. "Ignoring me completely seems a little more appropriate..." 

The hand had kept smoothing, until the borrowed adrenaline stopped rushing through his body and he calmed down. 

"We'll have to avenge her death, you know..."

"I saw the chit who did it..."

"We'll begin the hunt tomorrow, William.... How do you feel about room service?"

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They had been unable to work for two days, and the night of the third daythey were thrown out of their flat, package and parcel all. They had huddled together, carrying what little luggage they had, and had taken refuge inthe large doorway of an old abandoned building. 

Bethie's throat had begun to heal a bit, and Anne was thankful to see that no infection seemed to be forming. She had wanted to be a doctor as a child, and she knew enough now that she managed to keep them both healthy withthe help of herbs from the apothecary down the lane from them. 

Huddled in the doorway, talking quietly of books and plays, trying to keep their minds on anything but the hell their life had become: this was how Angelus and William stumbled upon them. 

"We're not working," the redhead had snapped at them, and they were both surprised at the tones in her voice, more welsh than cockney, like most of the whores they had spoken to in that night. 

"Are you sure, lass?" Angelus wheedled, and the tied stack of bills in his hand hit the ground loudly before them. It was an irresitible sound, to the both of them, and their tired eyes had lifted up to the both of them, taking their time scanning their faces, and the fine clothes dressing their bodies. 

"What do you want us to do?" The redhead again, suspicious and glaring...It was obvious she'd been doing this for a long while. 

"We want to watch you." William spoke up, and Angelus turned back to facehis childe, wondering if he knew something that he didn't. 

"Only if we get to watch you," the blond had replied, her voice laced in the same accent as her companion's. Angelus turned back again, and the girlwas smirking at him. 

"Bright little thing, aren't you?" 

"I see people..." she said simply, beginning to stand, and Angelus thought that there had to be more than just street smarts in the girl. 

The redhead watched her for a split second, and then began to stand as well, after wrapping her hand around the money stack. 

"Where to, good sirs?" she asked quietly, a well of sarcasm in the words. 

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"You want her... You can't deny it.."

"She is a sweet looking thing... But--"

"But what's the problem. You want her, so why not?" 

Angelus stared at his childe, somewhat confused. 

"I thought this whole thing was over us adding more in, and now you're ASKING to add more in?" 

"But it's fair. There's two of them.."

He had laughed then, understanding dawning in his eyes. 

"You want the redhead, don't you?" 

William glared at him, but plowed on. "She's beautiful...there's...there's something about her... draws me to her... I want to taste her..." 

"We're going to be doing that, Will..."

"Forever, Angelus. I want to taste her forever... I want to have her....in my bones..."

"You've got it bad, boy...." Angelus laughed, smiling softly at his childe. 

"And you are proposing...that we sire the both of them?"

"I don't see what the problem is... You like the blond, you can have her... Please, sire..."

That was what broke him, the last bit, and he sighed, long suffering, andnodded. 

"Yes, William... We will have them both tonight, in every sense of the word..."

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The lovers looked up finally, as their employers slipped back into the room.

"Are we ready, gentleman?" The redhead quipped, and William stepped a bitcloser to her from where he was standing. 

"What's your name, luv?"

"Anne..." she said simply, and he looked to the blond that was huddled against the redhead's form. 

"Elizabeth..."

"Yer not from here are you?" Angelus spoke then, lowering himself onto the settee not far from the bed the women were seated upon. 

"No." Anne stated with finality, but Angelus continued anyway. 

"Why are you here then?" 

"Because," Elizabeth said, with a tired little laugh. "We're the whores of Babylon... We're evil because we love one another... and a disgrace to our families..." 

Angelus watched his childe as he moved forward suddenly, catching Anne's hand in one of his. 

"Would you like to get them back?"

"What?" The redhead had asked, bemused at the strange question. 

William lowered his head to kiss her hand and before he brought it up again, his human seeming slipped away, and Angelus rolled his eyes as the redhead jerked back suddenly... No matter how many times he tried to teach him,his boy still had no patience. 

"We can make you like us... You'll live forever, forever young, and strong, and you can pay them back for everything they did to you... You can makethem pay for all the hurt you've had to suffer..." 

He rolled his eyes again, and so, he was more than a little surprised when the two women actually began to inch closer. 

"We'll live forever... like this..." Elizabeth asked, looking around the overtly rich boarding suite that Angelus had rented out for the time being. 

"Like this... with the most beautiful clothes, and houses. You'll never grow old, or get sick, or die..."

"If we let you...."

"Turn you... Become like us..." 

The two had huddled together for a moment, before they looked back to William, and then to him, with a vicious hate lighting their eyes from behind. 

"Yes," they said at once, and William turned his head, face still changed, to grin at his still disbelieving sire. 

"So...you bite us and we're like you? How does this go?" The redhead has asked, a beautiful look of hunger on her face, hunger for death and violence, a vampire's joys. 

"Well first," Angelus purred, stepping closer to where the blond was smiling as well, lips curled nastily, eyes wide and excited with the brutal thoughts he could just see running through her head. "We get our money's worth...."

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They died that night, meeting the pleasure of their couplings with the ecstasy of their deaths, performed with pleasure: the death's of their families, and time passed, years of blood, and the best times of their....deaths?Unlives? And now, the Scourge stood on a hill, and stared down at a sleeping city, in search of one of their numbers. 

William, now Spike, stood at the edge of the drop, one arm around his childe, the other around his 'sister', his lover for over a century. 

"I can feel him down there," Buffy said, tilting her head to look at him. 

"It won't be long," Willow, no longer Anne, offered, looking to her friend from the other side of her sire's body. 

"It's been much too long," he said, giving each of them a squeeze. "He's got no reason to be here... He belongs with us..." 

"I told him not to snack on that Gypsy," Buffy said irritably, pouting asshe lay her head against Spike's shoulder. "Now look where it's got him...All soul-having, and dating a Slayer.."

Spike shuddered then, making disgusted noises as he pulled away from them, walking back toward the car. 

"I don't even want to think about it, baby..." he said, as he dug out a cigarette, shaking his head. 

"Don't worry, Spikey," Willow purred at him, sauntering over and pulling the cigarette from his mouth to kiss him hard, and press her smaller body into his. "I've got all the spells necessary.... And pretty soon, we'll haveour Angelus back, and we can rip the Slayer apart for ever having touched what was ours," she finished happily, and Buffy smirked as she slid into the passenger side. 

The pair got the hint, and got into the car as well, smiling meaningfullyat each other. 

"Whoever heard of a vampire loving a Slayer," Spike snorted, starting thecar, and turning it away from the cliff drop. 

"Must be the Hellmouth," Willow said, and the car's tires bit into gravel, spraying it out behind them as they sped toward the town, and to the delightful bloodbath that awaited them there.




"A man said to the Universe: 'Sir, I exist!'. 

'However,' replied the universe, 'That fact has not created in me a senseof obligation...'" 


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