When she woke, all she knew was hunger. Intense, searing; it made her scream, made her tear at the sheets around her with her claws.

Until a rough hand pushed on her chest, holding her down.

"Buffy. Stop."

She turned, yellow eyes blinking slowly as she gazed upon Angelus. She stilled for a moment, taking in her surroundings. All around her, she smelled old, dried blood.

Her blood.

She remembered what had happened here, remembered what had gotten her to this state. Angelus… He'd cornered her, caught her at a weak moment, then brought her to this place. There, he'd broken her.

Then, he'd done to her the one thing she'd always feared the most.

She remembered. She remembered it all.

And she would never forget...

A slow smile spread across her face, her fangs glinting in the pale light. "I'm hungry…sire."

Angelus's own evil grin met hers.

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The first kill had been so easy. The girl had cried, begged for her life, and yet there had been no soul inside of the newly-risen vampire to hear her pleas. Instead, she sank her fangs into the girl's fresh neck, unable to stifle her moan of pleasure at her first taste of human blood. It was better than anything she'd ever tasted before, better than anything she'd even been able to imagine. When the girl's heart stopped, the vampire threw her down to the dirty ground of the alley and licked her lips.

Angelus moved behind her then, his arms wrapped around her waist. "See, baby? That wasn't so hard, now was it?"

Buffy turned, the smile on her face sultry. "No. It was… magnificent."

Angelus ran his finger across her lips, then licked off the trace of blood he'd gathered from them. "I knew you'd love this, Buff." He smiled coldly. "Besides, what better way to thank you for helping me out with that pesky soul problem than to take yours."

Buffy giggled, the sound taking on a chillingly evil quality. "And don't you worry, baby—I'm gonna do everything I can to thank you for this."

"Mmm…that's my girl." Angelus grabbed Buffy by the waist, lifting her up until her legs wrapped around him. He kissed her harshly, fangs hitting fangs, tearing at each other's lips. He kicked the body of the dead girl out of the way as he brought Buffy to the brick wall and pressed her against it.

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It was nearing dawn before Buffy crept out of bed, careful not to wake Angelus and Drusilla. The other female vampire had been quite upset about not being allowed on her new "sister's" first hunt, but Angelus had made up for it upon their return, allowing Drusilla to play with them as much as she'd liked.

Buffy padded down the hallway, rolling her shoulders as she did to work out the kinks. She knew not too long ago, she would've been disturbed by her nudity, but now, it seemed trivial.

She stopped when she found Spike, his head tilted to the side as he slept in his wheelchair. He was pale and gaunt, and her newfound instincts told her he hadn't fed properly in quite some time.

She watched him for a moment, trying to decide what she should do. Her initial thought was to not trust anyone, especially someone who had, at one point, been her mortal enemy.

However, one memory stood out in her mind. Hazy, but there nonetheless.

A hand clasped over hers…

She walked over to him, crouching in front of the wheelchair. "Spike," she whispered, shaking him lightly as she did. When he didn't answer, she tried a little louder. "Spike!"

Spike shook his head, his eyes blinking open. He frowned at the naked girl kneeling at his feet. "Slayer?" he asked groggily.

"More or less," she replied. "Come on, I'll get you into a bed. You'll be more comfortable that way."

Spike's brow furrowed, the situation seeming absurd, especially to his starved and sleep-addled brain. "Why do you care where I sleep?"

Buffy reached out and stroked his cheek, the act the first gentle one she'd performed since she was turned. "Because you were the only one in this house to show me any kindness."

Something was off, Spike knew, but he allowed her to roll him into one of the bedrooms, then help him into the bed. He'd expected her to turn around afterwards and go back to Angelus, yet she surprised him by climbing in with him. She slid down to the end of the bed, sitting up to take off his boots before she reached for the fly of his pants.

Spike's hand shot out to still hers. "What are you doing?"

"Making you more comfortable," Buffy replied, her wide, green eyes holding an innocence Spike knew he couldn't trust.

"Pet, you shouldn't. Angelus…"

She smirked. "Somehow, I don't think you much care what Angelus thinks."

Spike sighed. To a point, she was right. But the way things stood now, with him being as weak as he was, he didn't want to run the risk of playing with his grandsire's new toy before the older vampire had had a chance to break her in as much as wanted to. Maybe, later, Angelus would allow Spike his own go with the blonde, but taking it for himself now was running a risk he couldn't currently afford.

"I don't, but…"

Buffy placed her cool finger against his lips. "Shh… Just let me take care of you, baby."

The situation made him uneasy, but Spike was too weak to fight it. He let Buffy undress him, though when her hands came up to grip his flaccid cock, he sighed.

"There's no use trying, pet. I can't feel a bloody thing from the waist down thanks to your little organ-dropping stunt."

Buffy pouted, a look that certainly would've brought life to his cock had it been a possibility. "Bad, bad Buffy," she tsked, shaking her head. "When you've gotten your strength back, you'll have to punish me."

Spike's only response was a cocked eyebrow.

"In the meantime, though, you need to feed." Buffy pushed her hair away from her neck and leaned in, her flesh now against Spike's mouth. "Here. I fed enough for both of us tonight."

Spike jerked his head to the side. "No."

Buffy sat back up, frowning. "What? Why? Come on, Spike. You know you always wanted to bite me…"

She was right there, of course, but now wasn't like before. Something was very off here, and more than just the fact the Slayer was now a vampire.

The chit was up to something, and it made Spike too nervous to ask what.

Buffy wasn't going to take no for an answer. "Spike, you need to feed, and my blood will help you. It could still be Slayer blood—wouldn't that make you heal faster?"

He regarded her for a moment, his head cocked to the side. He wanted what she was offering—but could he take it?

Buffy didn't leave the decision up to him. She grabbed him by the back of the head, ignoring his snarl as she forced his mouth to her neck.

"Drink me, Spike. Come on, baby—you know you wanna."

Spike snarled again against her dead flesh, his mouth refusing to open.

Buffy straddled his limp lower body, grinding herself against him with a low moan. "Please, Spike… I need your fangs."

He tried to fight her, tried to resist being forced to do something he didn't want to do, but she was working herself hard against him, her pussy growing wet and the scent of her arousal assailing him. It was the sweetest scent he'd ever known, doing things to him even though his cock couldn't as much as twitch.

Yet his fangs did break through her skin, and he snarled as he feasted hungrily, her borrowed blood still holding a trace of warmth. Buffy gasped and writhed, her body writhing in pleasure until Spike finally pulled away with a growl.

Buffy smiled at him, her unneeded breath coming in harsh pants. She leaned in and licked the excess blood from his mouth before meeting his lips in a strangely gentle kiss.

"I have to go back," she told Spike as she climbed off his body and tucked a sheet around him. "I can't risk Angelus getting upset with me now. But things will be different with me here, Spike. I'm going to take care of you."

Spike knew Angelus wouldn't like that, and that it could very easily lead to the older vampire simply offing him in his weakened state. "Buffy, you don't have to."

"I want to," Buffy insisted.

"Pet, you…" He reached out and gripped her hand, then froze immediately as he did, remembering the last time he had held her hand in his. Buffy must've too, because a look of something akin to horror crossed over her face, and she jerked away from him suddenly.

Spike couldn't protest her help anymore. Despite the fact that the demon she was now was sure to be able to handle what she'd suffered at Angelus's hands better than the girl ever could have, it was clear some part of it still haunted her. If it helped her to help him, then he couldn't bring himself to deny it to her.

"Thank you, Buffy."

She met his eyes slowly, blinking as she did. Had he ever called her by her name before? She couldn't remember…

"You're welcome," she replied, her whisper barely audible even to his ears before she slipped out of the room to return to her sire's bed.

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Angelus's first suggestion of how Buffy could make her mark as a vampire had been to kill her mother, but something inside of her had balked at the suggestion. She didn't particularly feel the need to see the woman again, but at the same time, killing her didn't seem right.

It was something she didn't want to think about too hard.

That didn't, however, mean she wanted to leave everyone she'd known in her human life unharmed.

She stood outside of Xander's door, her arms wrapped around herself as she did her best to look completely terrified. By the time he finally peeked his head out, she'd worked up to tears.

"Buffy!" he exclaimed in shock and elation. "Oh god, Buffy, we all thought you were dead!"

"Xander, please, you have to let me in," Buffy begged, glancing behind her in well-acted panic. "I just got away, and I think Angelus is following me. Please…I can't go back there, after… Oh, god, Xander, the things he did to me!"

Xander glanced out quickly, searching for Angelus himself. "Yeah, come on in. I'll make sure he can't get you."

Suddenly, Buffy's fearful expression changed to a sly smile as she stepped over the threshold. "Really, Xander, you're too kind."

In that instant, Xander knew something was wrong, but his brain couldn't seem to process what it was. Then, he saw Buffy's beautiful features shift, revealing what she was now, and he screamed.

"Shh…I'll do it quick," Buffy told him. "Besides, haven't you always wanted my mouth on you?"

"Not like this," Xander replied, shaking in fear. He glanced around the room, desperately searching for some sort of weapon, yet coming up empty.

Buffy grabbed Xander with preternatural speed and slammed him against the wall. "Gotta take what you can get," she told him with a shrug before her fangs tore into his neck.

After Xander's lifeless body hit the ground, Buffy stepped back out of the house, licking her lips. Angelus waited for her outside, a wide grin on his face.

"How'd he taste, baby?" he asked, his arm going around her waist.

"Delicious," Buffy replied as she nuzzled against his side. She looked up. "I want another one."

Angelus chuckled with delight, proud of his childe. "Lead the way then."

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Thank you for all the support you guys gave me for the last chapter. I am a little nervous about this one since it's so different from most of my stuff, so it was good to see I had so many people on board!