Title: “A Different Type of Slayer” Part 2
By: Lynnae Rose
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Rating: PG-13 for adult language and violence
Paring: Drusilla/Me, Buffy/Angel
Genre: mystery/action/suspense/romance
Disclaimer: The plot is mine, don’t steal it.
Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Joss owns it all; I don’t own any of the characters or settings except myself.
Chapter 1
Riley’s been captured. He’s been captured and the line’s been tapped!
>>>o<<<
Immediately I break my cell phone in half. I take the pieces to the sink and wash away my prints from them. The water burns my skin. I am about one eighth vampire, and as little as it may be in my blood, vampires cannot cross running water. It goes the same for almost all water. We cannot touch it. When I finish cleaning my now-old phone, I dispose of in the trash can next to me. It’s late and almost all of this town’s stores are closed for the night. There would be no hope for me of buying myself a new pre-paid phone tonight.
I sense a dark force in my apartment, and it’s not me.
“Hello, Pet,” says a feminine, English-accented voice; it’s Drusilla.
“Dru,” I say turning to face her, “I’ve missed you.”
Drusilla walks over to me and embraces me in a loving hug. She lightly nibbles my neck. She’s hungry. I hear her stomach growl ever so softly. I think the Slayer might have spoiled her meal tonight.
“I’ve missed you too, Love.” She sinks her teeth deep into my neck and grinds her teeth against my clavicle. I sink in her arms. It doesn't hurt. It’s more pleasurable than painful. The sudden rush of blood traveling through your body at an immense pace gives one a feeling of pure adrenaline. I feel light headed, and my body becomes slightly limp. Drusilla stops, picks me up, and carries me to the bedroom. Gently, she lays me down on the bed and kisses the open wound on my neck. It instantly cauterizes, not even leaving a scar, and she smiles.
She kisses me. I kiss her back, and as I regain composure in my body, I slowly remove the thin robes she is wearing. She too removes what clothes I am wearing, and throws them to the side of the room. We toss and turn within the covers feeling, kissing, and biting classified areas of each other’s bodies for hours. Her soft moans and loud yelps of pleasure arouse me even more. The very smell of her is enough to give a mortal man or woman a feeling of complete pleasure in a very second. All I can say is: she’s mine.
Dawn eventually breaks I sense the sun before I feel it. I jump up and close the black curtains before the beams strike Drusilla. I stand at the window using my special vision to look through the curtains at the dawn. I could never let Drusilla see the light of day again; I would end up losing her. I feel my mortal flesh become cold. The morning breeze creeps through the window pane and brushes against my naked body. Drusilla stirs.
“Good morning, Pet,” she says.
“Good morning, Lover,” I reply.
I dress in everyday summer clothes and I tell my girlfriend that I will be out for the day. Since she will be asleep for the morning, I have no worries about anything. I pick up my purse and quickly change my hair color back to normal before locking the door behind me.
Chapter 2
Riley’s been captured. He’s been captured and the line’s been tapped!
I still cannot believe it. I’m walking down Sunnydale Boulevard and I notice there are a lot of people out shopping and getting together with friends. I walk past the Magic Box and notice that it hasn’t opened yet.
I walk to the nearest store that sells cell phones. It has just opened and I buy a decent valued phone and an extra phone card just in case I have to break this one. That being the case, I would have a card to use a pay phone. The reason I don't just use a pay phone to begin with is because I can smell the breath of every person who used it. It’s utterly gross.
All of my plans are nearly complete. I have all the ingredients; I have all of the time in the world. However, for one of my rituals, I need a willing sacrifice. And I am NOT about to ask Drusilla. I love her with every ounce of being in me. I would sacrifice myself before I even thought of asking her to do it.
What I do need to do, is unite with my sister.
It’s noon now. I head over to the pizza place and buy myself a few slices. Food is a delicacy to me for I cannot eat it all of the time. It poisons me because vampires cannot eat food. Since I have satisfied my craving for blood last night with Drusilla, I am able to eat mortal food for the day; At least enough to bloat me for awhile.
I sit down to eat my pizza, and before the food enters my mouth, I see Them walk in; Willow and Tara have just entered the parlor. The pizza drops to my plate as the couple scout the room to find a place to sit.
The redhead points to a table just next to me. It is the only empty booth in the parlor. My sister nods and walks over to steal the table. Somehow I cannot take my eyes off of her. She sees me looking at her and she smiles. I smile back.
“Hi!” she happily says.
“Hello,” I say. I watch her girlfriend buy a few slices of pizza. I become rather bold. “Is that your girlfriend?” I ask.
Tara looks at me awkwardly. “Y-yes,” she stutters. “H-how did you know?”
I smile at her ever so slightly. “It’s not every day two beautiful women walk around town holding hands and giggling,” I say.
Tara laughs. It’s a hypnotic kind of laugh. I look at her. She is exactly the way I imagined her. She is beautiful. Her hair a golden blonde, her eyes a sensational blue, and her body like a goddess. Well, an angel at least.
“Yes,” she says. “That’s Willow. I’m Tara.”
“Ariana,” I reply. “Just Ariana.”
“Willow,” I say to myself. She’s going to be a disturbance, I think. “She’s very pretty. You two make an adorable couple.” Tara smiles at me as Willow comes to the table with the pizza. She smiles at me.
“Willow, this is Ariana,” Tara says.
“Hello,” Willow says in reply. “Won’t you finish your lunch with us?”
I smile and thank them for the invitation. We chat and laugh during our lunch. I find out that Willow and Tara have been dating for only a few months and they are both into witchcraft, like so much of the town. It’s nothing I have not known already. We all finish our lunches and we head to the door. As we exit the parlor, Willow and Tara stop me at the corner.
“Are you busy tonight?” Tara asks me.
“No, not really. Why?”
“Well,” Willow asks, “would you like to join us tonight at the Bronze? Tonight is no-cover night and we were wondering if you would join us. We’re going with some of our friends. You can invite someone too if you like.” I’m in, I think to myself.
By eight o’clock, dusk has set upon Sunnydale. I’m wearing my black, short, jeans-skirt and a black halter with cute, black lace-up heels. I wanted to look sexy, and I accomplished it. I stroll into the Bronze and find my friends in the corner of the room. Willow and Tara already have their friends with them. I see they are Xander, Anya, and the Slayer. That’s not good. When I was in the pizza parlor, I looked exactly the same way as when I had first met the Slayer. If I just walk up to them, I’ll get attacked. I walk in the bathroom and find an empty stall. I quickly change my hair color and walk back out. If the girls ask, I’ll say I just dyed it.
I walk back out of the bathroom and through the dance floor to my friends. At first, Willow and Tara didn't recognize me.
“Ariana? I love your hair!” Tara says. Willow agrees.
“This is Buffy,” Willow stars as she points to each person behind her, “Xander,” points, “and Anya. Guys, this is Ariana.”
I’m standing there around the table with the Scoobie gang and, as I listen contently to their conversations, I begin to read parts of their thoughts. I read Xander and Anya, who were both thinking about sex and money, Buffy, who was thinking about my cousin Riley, and then I read Willow’s thoughts. Her mind captivates me. Her head is filled with thoughts of magick; streams of spells were swirling about in every direction, I’m surprised that she wasn’t casting every second since she wakes up.
Finally, I turn my attention to Tara. I wanted to see what she was thinking since I first came into town. I start to enter her mind when I stumble into a mental wall. There is darkness everywhere. I can’t make sense of any direction; it is impossible to maneuver. Then I feel tightness, as if someone is squeezing my brain inward with my skull. My body stumbles uneasily as I throw my hand up to my head. The group turns to look at me, including Tara, and all of a sudden, when I made eye contact with my sister, the pain was gone. I take a deep breath, apologize to the group and claim that I have a headache. I look into Tara’s eyes again and I see her pupils dilate. Either she is really surprised, or she is about to cast a spell.
“Hey you guys,” I say, “I think I’m going to head home. I really don’t feel well.”
“I think we’re going to get going too,” Willow says. “We want to work on some, uh, research, for a project in school.” Tara nods vigorously and the rest of the gang knows exactly what they are talking about; so do I. Let them go home and look me up in their ancient, little books. I have to do some research too. I have to meditate and find out exactly how to break down Tara’s defenses.
Chapter 3
I arrive back at my apartment and as soon as I close the door, there’s a rapping noise. I don’t answer and sit down on the couch. I open my journal and log my day.
Knock, knock; came the rapping again a few minutes later.
I get up off of the couch and walk over to the door. I look through the fish-eye lens and see William at my door.
With the chain on the door still locked tight, I opened the door just enough to say to William, “What do you want?”
“I want more money,” he replies in a very heavy English drone.
“What for?” I ask in reply.
“This.” He slides a package half way into the door and as I go to grab it, he pulls it back out.
“Well if I don’t know what it is, how can I pay you for it?” I ask him.
“It’s your deck of cards you wanted. I had forgotten them in my crypt that day.”
My tarot cards; I had forgotten about them too that night. “Wait here.” I close the door behind me and walk over to my wallet on the kitchen counter. I pull out three fifties, and walk back over to the door. “Here,” I say to him. Simultaneously, we exchange items and with a nod goodbye, William struts down the corridor.
“The tarot cards of the Knight Warrior. I felt their evil when Spike walked down the hall with them,” says an angelic voice.
“Drusilla,” I say, “I’m sorry you had to be here when Spike was. When did you get home, Pet?”
“I got home a few moments after you did. Don’t worry about sodding ol’Spike. Can I play with your pretty playing cards now?” she asks me in her sweet, entrancing voice.
Her voice does not entice me in the least. I do, however, let her “play” with the tarot cards, for the reason that it can do no harm yet. I hand her the beige package and return to my journal. I see Drusilla through the wall of the bedroom singing and dancing with the cards in her hands. “Such pretty pictures,” she sings hypnotically.
“Ah,” I sigh, “my clairvoyant lover. What would I do without her?”
As I read my journal to myself, I reread my checklist and mark off my tarot cards. The last and only thing I am missing is the willing sacrifice.
“Tomorrow is another day,” I say to myself. For a few minutes after I sit back on the couch, I listen to Drusilla singing and praying. “Dru!” I call to her.
Drusilla graciously dances out of the bedroom and dances and swirls in front of me for a minute before sitting down on my lap. “Yes, Pet?”
“I need you to help me relax. Are you able to −”
“Yes,” she interrupts. “Let me see what’s swimming in your head.” Drusilla places her hands on my head and gently massages my temples. I feel her thoughts penetrate mine as I let her wander throughout my brain. While she is organizing my thoughts, as it were, I slip through the barrier into her mind and look for future events.
Drusilla was gifted at birth with foresight. Her past relationship with the vampire Angelus was very hard on her mind. Angelus, or Angel, knew about Drusilla’s powers and used them against her. He tortured her family and mentally abused her, causing major mental problems. When they finally split up, Drusilla was beyond mental repair. I found Drusilla feeding on a therapist one night and from the second I saw her, I knew she was special despite all of the mental issues.
As I wander through Drusilla’s mind, I see something I am very intrigued about. I see myself holding hands with my sister and I see her laughing at my jokes. I see the redhead on my sister’s other arm and I see her manipulating the air around her. Willow is making clouds form above her outstretched hand and Tara gently blows it away. The scene changes and I see Tara at the edge of my sword, the Blade of the Knight Warrior. She is crying. She is not bound or tethered in any way and she is not fighting to get away. Then I feel a sharp pain around my abdomen.
“Drusilla!” I scream.
I open my eyes to see that I startled my girlfriend and that she seems very distant. Her eyes are blank and her mind is clear. I regain composure and hoist myself off of the couch. Drusilla is still sitting down and looking at me contently, expectantly.
“What happened?” she asks me after a time.
I wait for a minute before realizing exactly what just happened. “I think,” I say, “that the Slayer kills me.”
To be continued…
