FIC: "The Vampire Slayer: Section 4" NC-17 By: Joshua (N, SC, T, and V)

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Section 4:
"Yeeeeeeehhhh AaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!" a feminine
soprano voice screamed out into the night.
As her scream faded, the red haired girl gasped for air and began to
sob all over again.  She was naked, tied upside down in a stranger's
bed, and two women were asking her strange questions, and one of them,
also a naked redhead, had just broken her finger.
Buffy and Willow were in Giles' upstairs bedroom with the girl that
Buffy had brought for Willow.  The 17 year old girl was tied with rope
that Buffy knew Giles had, in a bondage layout, with her arms tied
securely above her, her breasts, waist and abdomen tied in intricate
knots, and her legs spread eagle, but with her ankles touching her
hips in a fashion that no human could put it in unaided.
"Wha-wu-what-" sob "-what do-do&do you wa-won-want with me? sob" the
girl sobbed/begged.  She was upside down, hanging from several hooks
in the ceiling, so that her arms were behind her as well as above her.
"I told you," Willow answered in a soft caressing voice.  "I want you
to tell me your name."  Willow then proceeded to take the girl's right
forefinger and broke another section of the bones within the digit.
The girl cried out again and sobbed all the harder.  The broken finger
was already broken in five places, and despite the girl holding all of
her other fingers in a fist, the finger was in the shape of when
someone makes a hook shape with their finger.  Though the shape was
decidedly inhuman in its very contours.  Also, pain was shooting
through out the entire arm of the girl, and not just because of the
position it was forced into, not just because of the broken bones in
one finger, but because the disconnected muscles in said finger were
trying to pull it into the fist all of the other fingers were already
in, and such motion was no longer possible.
"JAMIE!" the girl screamed out.  "My name is Jamie!  I told you that
already.  My name is Jamie," the girl sobbed.  "Oh please!  PLEASE! 
No, I'll do anything, just please, please, please, PLEASE!  Don't hurt
me anymore!" the girl begged as she felt Willow touching the joint at
the tip of her broken finger.
Willow only smiled, she was enjoying herself immensely.  Gently she
rolled the joint between her own forefinger and thumb.  Then she began
to hum a familiar tune, though given the situation, as well as the
source, it was seriously out of place, and really, really creepy. 
"The Itsy Bitsy Spider" was background as Buffy, also naked, crawled
underneath the girl to look at her face-to-face.
"Please&no, please&no, stop, please, please, please, please,
pleasepleaseplease&" the girl mumbles and begged as Willow continued
to roll the joint and hum her wicked little tune.
"You know, I don't think my girl here thinks that you're telling her
the truth.  And I hate liars, especially when they lie to my girl.  So
I'll tell you what," Buffy commented casually, as though discussing a
shopping trip.  "I'm going to give you a hint about what she wants to
hear, and then it will be up to you about how much longer we'll have
to do this, OK?"
The girl, desperate and with tears in her eyes, hastily nodded, which
caused Willow to pause in her humming and click her tongue in a
teacherly fashion.  She also tightened her grip on the joint she was
holding.  The girl froze and stammered out, "W-wha-what d-d-do I-I-I-I
have t-to d-d-do?"
Buffy smirked and answered, "Well, if your name isn't Jamie, then
chances are that it's something else.  But let's take it from the
philosophers side, shall we?"  Buffy paused as she leaned up and
licked the tears from the girl's right cheek all the way up to her
eye.  She gave an approving sound and proceeded to lick the other
cheek all the way to the eye.  She smiled and continued, "I believe it
was Shakespeare who wrote, "What's in a name?"  Therefore implying
that we have no names, just words and symbols that other people call
us.  Keeping this in mind, you are not Jamie.  See, to us, you're just
a plaything to tease," Buffy started circling the girl's swollen
nipples with her fingers, "touch," and moved on to fully caress her, "
and torture." and she sharply pinched both nipple causing the girl to
wince in pain.
Buffy crawled out from beneath the girl, but before she did whispered
in her ear, "Just a hint," and rolled out onto the opposite side from
Willow.  Speaking of whom, was just finishing up the second verse of
the hummed "Itsy Bitsy Spider."
The girl was silent as she contemplated Buffy's "hint" and Willow
seemed content to merely hum and play with the girl's finger. 
Finally, Willow asked again, "What's your name?"
The girl was quiet for several seconds and answered in a timid broken
voice, "I-I don't have a name&m-Mistress."
Willow smiled and brightened considerably.  She let go of the finger
and leaned in and kissed the girl's cheek.  "Good girl," praised the
vampire, and then leaned back, took the same joint between her
fingers, and crushed it in a soft crunching noise.
She screamed louder than ever.
"Now that we've got the introductions out of the way," Willow said
letting the fingertip fall loosely, as though the only thing still
holding it on was the very skin around it, "here are the rules.  So
listen carefully because I only say them once.  This is a torture
session.  I'm supposed to have fun, and you're supposed to have pain.
So you can accept it and learn your lessons, or you can be afraid and
in more pain that you can imagine for longer than you could ever
stand.  So you better decide now.  And if you're real good&" Willow
put her mouth to the girl's ear and whispered (without breath), "&I
might fuck you to get you off.  Once."
The girl could only whimper and accept that she was going to die.
Buffy, having had her fun, and not really the one for a long drawn out
torture session, got off the bed and put on her black pants, white
tank top, and her ever present leather jacket.
"Will?  You think you'll be OK till I get back with Faith?  I'll be
back before dawn, but I can't say when." Buffy explained as she
finished dressing.
"Will" was playing cattails with the girl's limp broken finger and
barely paused to give her sire a glowing smile.  Buffy returned the
smile and climber back on the bed to kiss her lover.  "I love you,"
she said the ever repeated phrase once again.  Willow stopped long
enough to kiss her back and replied, "I know.  Now go get Faith while
I play with the doggy here.  I'll miss you."
"I'll be back as soon as I can," Buffy stole one more kiss before
patting "doggy" on the head and turning towards the stairs.  She
barely took three steps before a call from Willow stopped her dead.
"Hey, do you want a snack before you go?" the occupied redhead asked.
Almost casually, she broke the middle joint of the broken finger. 
This time the girl, apparently adapting to the pain, only whimpered
loudly.
"What do you mean?" Buffy asked, coming back to the bed, opposite
Willow.  "I thought you wanted your first torture session to last as
long as possible.  That kinda means no feedings Will.  But hey, it's
your night."
Willow smiled, after frowning at the whimpering girl.  "You're
supposed to scream," she told the victim.  Turning to Buffy, "Well, I
figured a small something wouldn't be too bad.  You know, like finger
sandwich sized."  Buffy laughed and the girl trembled.
"What did you have in mind?" Buffy asked, her eyes glowing yellow with
humor and hunger beneath her furrowed brow.
Willow smiled evilly.  "Bite off her little toe.  Makes a good snack
dontchya think?"
Buffy's smile mirrored Willow's as she only nodded and leaned into the
left foot close to her.  She licked and teased the toe some before
finally just biting it off at the joint.
The girl screamed louder than ever.  "Now that's more like it," Willow
praised.  Enjoying her snack, Buffy crawled up next to the girl,
judging the reaction when the human saw Buffy's vampire face, she
screamed with renewed terror and shouted/stumbled out, "Wha-wu-WHAT
ARE-rr-ARE-  YOU-U-YOU?!!"
Willow once again clicked her tongue and calmly took the girl's
clenched right pinkie and twisted it 180 degrees around.
Buffy smiled, and soundly swallowing her snack, trampled downstairs as
the girl screamed in fresh pain, and fresher terror.  Out of habit,
Buffy grabbed several stakes and other various weapons.
She also accidentally grabbed the silver cross that Angel had given
her when she first came to Sunnydale.  When she realized what she had
grabbed, she hissed and immediately dropped it.  Only when she looked
at her hand, there were no burn marks, and there had been no pain
either.  Confused, she trepidly touched the cross only for nothing to
happen.  Carefully, she picked it up and held it in flat in her hand,
against her palm.  Nothing.
It was definitely a cross.  Buffy thought for a moment and raced to a
mirror on the wall.  She held the cross up to it, and the cross seemed
to float in midair before it.  Buffy had never known of a vampire to
be immune to holy relics before.  Maybe it was because she was the
Slayer.  Oh well, no time to figure it out now, she thought.
Putting the cross on, she left and quickly made her way to where she
lost Faith, (hah, hah, pun intended) and picked up the girl.  As she
was leaving the apartment, she heard said girl barking like a
chihuahua between sobs and screams.  She laughed despite herself.
Meanwhile, Faith was still unconscious in the alley, completely
unaware of the danger that was slowly approaching, following the scent
of her fear, her sweat, and even her shampoo that Mayor Wilkins
insisted she start using.
When Buffy got to the spot, she immediately picked up Faith's scent
and had little trouble following it; through the two graveyards,
through the three dozen bushes, through the seven some odd tossed
around back alleys, until she walked through a large alley less than a
mile from City Hall.
The scent was the strongest that it had been all& um, search.  She
stepped out of the alley&and stopped.  The scent was completely gone.
Confused, she turned back into the alley and caught the scent almost
immediately.
`It's almost like she never left the alley,' Buffy mused to herself. 
Then she looked down.
And low and behold, there lay Faith.  Out like a light with a bruise
the size of Rhode Island forming on her forehead.  She clicked her
tongue, similar to the way Willow had just twenty minutes earlier.
Interestingly, Faith still hadn't managed to get her hands free. 
Sighing, Buffy picked up the pale, dirty, and broken Slayer, and
slowly made her way to the Bronze.  She wanted to know what was
keeping Giles from coming back "home" to his "daughters".

*		*		*		*

At a walking pace, it took her about an hour from where she had found
Faith.  She noticed that while there were paramedics, it was only one
ambulance.  Surprisingly, there was only one cop car.  Ah, Buffy
teased, Sunnydale's Finest.  No wonder this bitch got away with murder.
As she slowly made her way through the shadows and around the
warehouse style building until she could easily see the back alley,
where the coroner's van was, as well as all the other cop cars.  Oh
yeah, Angel and Giles were there talking too.
Smiling, she moved closer, hiding in the shadows of the coroner's van
and another cop car that had its lights turned off.  She heard as
Giles shouted several times because Angel was muttering something that
even she couldn't understand.  Finally, Angel explained, loud enough
for her to hear, what had him so troubled.
"Giles.  Buffy and Willow are dead.  Willow was the one who did this,
but Buffy was there also.  Both of their scents are on that cloth that
was over Oz's face.  It was all Oz's blood though." Angel said deadpan.
Buffy was suddenly struck by how stupid they'd been.  It should have
been obvious that Angel could smell their scents, and be able tell the
difference of what they smell like human, and what a vampire smells
like.  Buffy could have slapped herself to death, if not for the facts
that it would tell Angel she was there, and that she was already dead.
Silently, she creeped around the vans and sticking to the shadows, se
turned to see her ex-Watcher turn a familiar shade of pale and mutter
the words, "Oh my God," before his eyes rolled back and he fainted, he
actually fainted!  Buffy thought only Wesley did that, trying hard as
she could not to laugh.
Just managing to control herself, she stalked away with absolutely no
sound.  Something that she had begged Angel to teach her once.  Now
that she was an actual vampire, it was easy.  She wasn't aware of
Angel's eyes on her, but she was aware of him running towards her as
she reached the end of the alley.  She quickly jumped up onto a fire
escape with no sound and Faith still over her shoulder.
She watched silently and with a frown on her face as Angel stopped
just beneath them and looked in all directions.  Apparently not seeing
what he wanted, he subconsciously dropped his shoulders and raced back
to help Giles.  But not before glancing at his watch, giving Buffy
exactly how much time she had left till sun-up.
As Angel raced off, Buffy dropped back to the ground.  It would have
been so easy for her to have landed on top of the souled vampire.  To
kill him on the spot.  An unconscious growl began to emerge from
Buffy's throat as she watched Angel.  It was suddenly so clear to her.
She HATED him!
And not because a vampire kills and hates it's loved ones, when it was
human, first, though in this case that was a considerable portion of
the reason.  As a human, Buffy had been hurt by Angelus, and Angel had
been different ever since he had returned.  But ever since she had
realized that she loved, had always loved Willow, Buffy had resented him.
Now, as she even looked at him, she felt a hatred so pure, so great
that it boiled the very blood in her body.  She ran as fast as she
could back to Giles' apartment, where her real and true love awaited.




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