Chapter 2

“Are you sure this is the girl you want? I bet you could find someone better than her. She’s too skinny, and I thought you liked your women with big boobs. She hardly has anything. I just think you should let her go and find another chit.”

Angelus chuckled. “Since when do you care about looks, William? If I didn’t know any better, I would think that you wanted her for yourself.”

Spike rolled his eyes. “Hardly, I told you, Drusilla is the only one for me. No one could ever replace her, definitely not some California valley girl.”

Angelus shrugged. “Suit yourself, but I intend to get my fill of this one. You sure you don’t want to play with her for a bit? She seems feisty.”

“I don’t play with my food, mate. I was never one for torturing before the kill.”

Angelus let out a long sigh. “You were always odd, but oh well. I have a girl to break in. You can go back to sulking over Dru, but you really should eat something.” He walked over to the bound girl, who he found out was named Buffy Summers from her driver’s license. Angelus unchained her, grabbing her by the hair and pulling her over to his room.

Spike tried to turn away when her scared eyes landed on him, silently begging for his help. All he could do was stand there helplessly as his grandsire took her away.


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Angelus threw her down on his bed, grinning wickedly as her cute breasts jiggled at the impact. He didn’t know what Spike was talking about; she had a good enough size for him. He quickly disposed of his clothing, his cock hard and aching for the nice touch of a woman.

Buffy moved back towards the headboard, searching for a way out.

Angelus saw her eyes stare at the doorway, his grin widening. “I’d kill you before you could even try to get by me. Now, just lay back and relax. I promise it won’t hurt, much.”

“Why are you doing this? My father can give you money, whatever you want. Just don’t hurt me, please.”

He laughed, moving closer to the bed. “No, begging comes later.” Angelus pounced then, getting on top of her and pinning her arms above her head.

Buffy tried to kick him away from her, but his grip was too tight.

“I love it when they struggle.” In one quick move, he had her clothing off and thrown to the floor. Angelus licked his lips at the sight of her naked body underneath him. He lowered his head, slowly licking up and down her neck.

Buffy turned away from him, shutting her eyes and hoping that it was all a bad dream.

Angelus fondled her breasts, roughly squeezing both of the nipples. Her eyes remained closed and that just wouldn’t do. He took her left nipple into his mouth, biting down hard on it.

Buffy cried out, which forced her eyes open.

Angelus smirked and moved down her body, inhaling the sweet scent coming from her womanhood. He shoved three fingers inside of her passage, pumping them in and out. He pushed them in far enough to realize that she had no barrier. “Well, this is disappointing. There’s nothing better than fucking a virgin, but I suppose I’ll make an exception for you.” Angelus pulled his fingers out of her pussy, licking the digits clean of her juices. His eyes rolled back in his head at the taste of her. He had to have more, plunging his tongue into her very wet hole and fucking her with it.

Buffy yelled when her orgasm hit. She tried to hold it off, not wanting to give him the satisfaction, but it was no use.

Angelus drank every drop of her cum down, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Now that the appetizer is out of the way, it’s time for the main course.”

Buffy didn’t have much time to think about that as Angelus thrust his cock into her, hard and fast. A scream broke out of her throat, tears now streaming down her face at the pain.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. I can almost pretend that you were a virgin.” He grinned when he caught the tears in her eyes. “That’s it, baby. Cry about what I’m doing to you, I love it when they cry. It’s a fucking turn on.” The sight of her tears had him pounding harder into her pussy, fucking her raw and possibly bloody. Whether she was a virgin or not, blood and tears were definitely two of his favorite things in the world.

Buffy couldn’t take anymore. It felt as if her body was on fire. “Please stop,” she whispered, but he just continued to smile maliciously.

Angelus laughed; pulling his cock out a bit and slamming it back inside of her. “Now is the right time for begging.”

Buffy’s eyes widened as his face turned, fangs sprouting from his mouth.


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Spike had enough after hearing her scream for the second time. He couldn’t just stand around and listen anymore. With that thought in mind, Spike left the warehouse to hopefully find something to kill and take his mind off of what Angelus was doing to the beautiful blonde.


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Normally he loved it when they screamed, but this one was starting to give him a headache. Angelus back handed her hard across the face, instantly shutting her up.

Buffy turned back to look at him, her face smeared with tears and probably a soon to be bruise. “What…What are you?” she wondered hoarsely.

He grinned through his fangs. “I’m a vampire and if you cooperate, you’ll get the chance to be one.”

Buffy gasped when he suddenly attacked her neck, plunging his fangs into her throat and sucking long pulls of her blood into his mouth.

Angelus noticed her heartbeat start to slow down, yanking his fangs out before she took her last breath. “I don’t think you’re quite ready for that yet. I broke Drusilla before I killed her. I slaughtered her family, her friends, made her watch as I fucked Darla into the ground. Then, I turned her into a demon. You have a long way to go. So, I suggest you get comfortable. We’re nowhere near finished.”


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Spike grinned when he found his victim. A biker bloke that looked to be trying to steal from an innocent woman, and he just couldn’t have that. He snuck up behind the man, smashing his head into a nearby wall. When he was distracted, Spike grabbed him by the throat and snapped his neck, dropping the now dead body to the ground. He glanced up at the terrified woman, noticing that she had a cut on her forehead that was dripping blood. The scent was too much, but he tried not to give in as he clenched his fists at his side.

“Get out of here!” he barked at her, pleased when she ran off in the other direction. Spike collapsed against the wall, hearing police sirens in the distance. He took one more look at the lifeless biker, then made his way back to the warehouse.