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Buffy lived happily at the oasis for many centuries. Each creature she drank from gained the ability to take on human shape. They reverted to their original form on the full moon. Any other time, they chose what shape they wanted to use. No matter what shape they took, they kept their ability to speak. They maintained control of both bodies, if injured they could revert to their new form and heal immediately.
She had changed so much over those long years - her outlook, her sexuality. The only standard that remained was her view on killing or feeding on humans. Buffy watched as the humans slowly start to evolve, to speak and create cultures. She was content with her life, until the day that Danith didn't return. Buffy loved the old dragon, but refused to sleep with him. He reminded her too much of Giles. Heartbroken, Danith went elsewhere for intimacy.
Taking to the air, Buffy searched for her closest friend. She called to him with her mind. Her connection only extended to the creatures had changed, or so she thought. It startled her when two unknown dragons appeared beside her.
"You called us, mistress?" A large green and silver male dragon asked.
"Uh, I'm looking for Dalith. He hasn't returned, and doesn't answer when I call him. I'm worried that something has happened to him. What are your names?"
"I am Dazon and she is Depron." He motioned to a smaller female, with blue and silver markings.
"Wow, all 'D' names, huh. Will you help me find Dalith? I'm afraid he's hurt and can't hear me calling him."
They nodded their long elegant necks. "Mistress, climb onto my back and we will take you to my brother."
Buffy landed on his shoulders as he flew further east. Her forehead wrinkled in concern as they continued their journey. "But, this is toward the village. He wouldn't go there."
"Dalith wants a mate like you, mistress."
Buffy felt a sense of fear overtake her. As they flew closer to the village, she suddenly felt Dalith's pain. Below them on the ground, Dalith lay pinned, while men slashed at him with knives.
"No!" Buffy roared and threw her hands out as hands as fire shot from her fingertips. The dragons followed suit, blowing out their breaths to scare off the men. Dazon landed gently, and Buffy jumped off his back and raced to Dalith's side.
"They're gone, Dal. Now, change so you'll heal," she ordered. Tears raced down her cheeks as she saw the extent of his injuries.
"Too weak, you must bite me," he gasped.
Buffy sank her fangs into his flesh, and carefully drank from the already weak dragon. She watched him change into his human form. Dalith was strikingly handsome with fire red hair and golden eyed; he appeared as if painted with fire.
"Not enough," Dalith sighed as his eyes started to flutter close.
She set her jaw in determination as she slit her wrist with a fang. "Drink me. I'm not going to lose you."
Dalith drank Buffy's rich blood, his eyes fluttered closed and his heartbeat stilled to the occasional beat like Buffy's. She picked him up, climbed on Dazon's back and flew back to the oasis, to their friends and family.
"Man did this, but why? I know Dalith didn't approach them in dragon form." Buffy paced beside her dearest friend's body, which started to heal with the infusion of her blood.
"They didn't want me because I'm different. Now, no one will want me," Dalith sighed, looking longingly at Buffy before turning away.
"I wanted you," Depron said angrily, "but you would not have me. You wanted one such as her, now you are even more like her."
Dalith sat up quickly, grabbing the female dragon by the throat. He sank his new fangs into her as he drank. His bite didn't force her body to change, so he returned to his beautiful red and gold dragon form. Dalith mounted Depron while he continued to drink from her long elegant throat. Her eyes shut in pleasure and she roared aloud when it peeked in her body.
Buffy left the area not wanting to see her friend in such an intimate position. He found her later and asked her to change Depron so he wouldn't be alone. She reluctantly agreed, although she hadn't wanted to change anyone else. Buffy had no desire to recreate this world, not to mention the feelings involved during the change. The creatures got her one-step closer to them becoming her childer. It involved the physical aspect of her drinking their blood, but their was more to it. Each time she drank deep enough to force them to manifest into their human form, it linked her to them forever. She felt them - their emotions, their pain, everything. It overwhelmed her at time. She understood the vampire world in a way that she never could as a human.
As she sunk her fangs into Depron's neck, the female dragon started to change. Pleasure hummed though the women as rich dragon blood flowed down Buffy's throat. Her hands moved up to cup Depron's newly formed breasts, before one slid down to cup her mound. Buffy teased the female dragon's warm folds, expertly moving her fingers at a pace meant to bring Depron to climax with the final sip of blood.
Carefully removing her fingers and fangs from the other woman, Buffy stepped back to take her first look at Depron's new form. She admired the tall woman with long silver hair and brilliant blue eyes that proudly stood before Dalith awaiting his approval. Depron wasn't beautiful by traditional standards. Her face was long and narrow, giving hints to her dragon heritage. Yet, it combined with her striking coloring and height assured that she was memorable.
Dalith's golden eyes flared with heat. He pulled her close to his body, and then turned to glare hard at his brethren, letting everyone know this woman was his. He announced that he was taking Depron, and returning to live with the dragons. Buffy watched them fly off to their mountain lair as tears ran down her cheeks. She saved and lost him, her dearest friend, in the same day.
The years flew by and others filled the empty spaces in her heart. Cenon found a human child, a small boy with huge eyes and a happy smile. Buffy adopted him and named him, Oliver. When he turned twenty, Buffy changed him unable to bear the thought of ever losing her son.
The strangest thing happened though; Oliver couldn't go in the sun and had to sleep during the day. Each dawn his body lost its slow heartbeat as he escaped into wakeless sleep, but returned to him when he woke at sunset. He inherited some of Buffy's powers too. Oliver could control the Lamias, which was only fitting since Cenon had saved him from certain death. Buffy's first lover and his children protected his vulnerable body during the day. He also gained the ability to shake the earth, but this only revealed itself, as he grew older and stronger.
Buffy and her extended family remained happy living away secluded from the outside world for many years. They had everything they needed at the oasis, and felt no need to venture outside its boundaries. Time had no meaning for them, seeming to stand still, while it moved swiftly onward for Man. Buffy's abilities continued to grow and change. She could. No one understood where the powers came from, or why she kept receiving new ones. Her newest ability allowed her to melt into dust then reassemble somewhere else. She used it to play hide-and-seek with Oliver and the younger animals.
Then, it happened, Man came. They sat the trees on fire while they slaughtered every creature they found. Many creatures died out that day. It was also the day Buffy killed her first human. When she heard the screams, she ran to help thinking some unknown creature was attacking. It was, it was - Man. Buffy saw a young unicorn bludgeoned to death. Fire shot from her hands, burning the man, wielding the heavy club, to ash. The attacker tried to attack her in groups, but her rage blinded her.
She didn't understand why this was happening. They had never hurt anyone; they left everyone alone and lived here together happily, peacefully. She learned afterwards that it was because of greed. They had something that Man wanted - water. The men of the village decided to burn out the creatures and take the land for themselves. They hadn't planned on facing a female devil that shot fire from her hands, and her unbridled fury, and later her vengeance caught them unawares.
Oliver stomped his feet and snapped necks while he tried to help his Mother. An unusual smell hit his nostrils - blood, human blood. It smelled heavenly to Oliver, almost as good as Mother's blood. He snatched up an unsuspecting Man and drank him dry.
"Not now, Oliver. There'll be time for that later." Buffy's voice wrapped around Oliver's spine, causing him to shoot straight up and drop his prize. Moments later, seconds, and it was over. All around them lay bodies. Over thirty men's bodies scattered about, and among them lay some of her dearest friends and lovers.
"Man did this, and for what? We hurt no one. We stayed to ourselves and didn't give them any reason to ATTACK!" Buffy roared, shaking the trees, and the ground beneath her feet.
They heard the flutter of large wings and a deep booming voice. "Greed, Mistress."
Buffy knew that voice - Dalith. She couldn't keep the joy from her eyes at seeing him. He used his great wings to put out the last fire.
"What do you know, Dalith?"
"They wanted the water and the land." He landed, changing as he walked over to stand beside her.
"They came to take it and murder everyone here. They have no right to judge who lives or dies." Her words echoed her old life, shaking her head. I'm not her, not anymore. I'm not their protector. I would have left them alone, but if they want war, so be it. Her eyes grew hard as the light inside her shrank a little smaller.
The years that followed saw her change even more. She became a whisper in the night, a curse or a prayer. Buffy fed on man, those she judged as evil. She killed murderers, rapists, thieves, abusers, pimps, madams and extortionists. None escaped her wrath. A huge fortress grew around the oasis over the years. Buffy forced the villagers from miles around to fix what they had destroyed. It continued to grow, until it took on the shape that eventually created the fairytale castle, a thing of beauty to hide the 'evil'.
Buffy continued to grow stronger as each year passed. She carefully chose among the world's populace to create true childer - true vampires. She moved further out as cities grew, leaving Oliver behind to guard their home. Each child inherited some of her power. Their powers grew as they aged. They became her family, and she their Matriarch, calling her Mother out of respect and love. Man called her the Mother of Darkness out of fear.
Years folded into one another as the centuries passed. Dalith returned to her, the dragons were gone now, even Depron. Man hunted them down as a test of valor; of courage, mostly they hunted them for their treasure. History never talked about that though.
Her last childe was a beautiful, dark haired woman, with honey gold eyes. Her name was Isabella, but Buffy called her Belle Morte, or Beautiful Death. She inherited Buffy's latest power, turning Belle into a Succubus and any childer she created had to overcome the arduer. They learned to feed from the power, which drew willing victims to them. Victims found uncontrollable pleasure in her bite, her laugh, even if she merely talked to them.
Belle's power rode her body, until she learned to control it. She needed sex as much as blood, which caused others to need her as well. Buffy helped her youngest child learn how use her power, sending it out into a room, turning it on a man who hated another, only to watch them paw at each other in uncontrolled lust. The two women would laugh at the game they played.
The long years had finally taken their toll on Buffy. She still had her memories from the future, though vague, and waiting for some of the modern convenience grew tedious. Buffy had rather enjoyed watching history in the making in some regards, but goodness give her patience, when it came to wanting indoor plumbing and electricity. And, for goodness sakes, could they please hurry up and get to the part where they invented a decent bra. The next few centuries were tediously the same, and she knew her patience just wasn't up to it. So, she decided to rest until something caught her interest.
"Dalith, I'm tired and plan to sleep for a while. You and the older children can watch over the younger ones for me. I'll wake when I'm needed, or something more interesting than these endless days occurs."
Buffy rested for centuries while the world continued to grow and change. Her eyes popped open when Oliver died, and she cried for her son. She watched and waited to see what else occurred with the murderers of her son, her second born. When Belle tried to take over Anita, Buffy hitched along for the ride.
Dalith came running when he heard laughter from her hidden lair. He opened the door to see her waiting for him.
"Come in, my boy, it seems my baby girl was naughty, while mommy was away. I'll forgive her this time."
He heard the underlying threat. He had never heard her use that voice with her children. Dalith had never feared Buffy before, but he feared her now. "Mother, I have bad news."
"I know my little Twist is gone. Belle rushes to tell the Council what she discovered. Let's go meet her, shall we. Dragon, I need clothes, no more long dresses. It's the new millennium, you know." Buffy sent him a naughty little girl smile.
"As you wish, Mother." Dalith bowed his golden-red head.
"Dragon, I missed you, old friend. Did you send him off with love?" Buffy's asked softly.
"Yes, Mother, everyone attended to wish him well on his journey, even Sarah. She came, although she still hasn't recovered from losing that boy."
"I'll see her later. She's upset, but there's somebody else's comfort she craves. If he weren't so stubborn, he would see that." Buffy watched her 'firstborn' and tried to hide her smile.
"Who! None are worthy of her." Dalith complained then furiously started to pace Buffy's room.
"Well, it starts with a 'D' and he's partial to fire." Buffy smiled, watching his face change when he finally understood.
"Do you need me for anything else?" he asked, impatient to seek out Sarah. His eyes went to the door then back to Buffy.
She smiled at him, happy the oblivious man had finally realized what was right in front of him the entire time. Her smile faded as she thought about her 'daughter'. "No, Dragon, just treat her well. My gift is hard on her. If I'd known, I'm not sure I would've created a child such as my Sarah."
Buffy's power seemed endless, Dalith knew them all, or so he thought. She had created seven children over the long years. Each for different reasons, they had called out to her in different ways and had inherited different traits from her. Since Dalith wasn't human, he was the only one who gave Buffy part of his power, the capability to call and control fire. She had thought she could only call it to her in anger or defense, but the years had taught her differently.
Oliver, her first true child, was in fact her second born. He held a special place in her heart. She had raised him from a child, and they had lived together forever, or so it seemed. Oliver could shake the earth, and his creature to call was the Lamia. Cenon had died long ago, but his daughter, Melanie, continued watching over the tiny, but powerful vampire. Oliver's greatest weakness was his hatred of Man. He never forgave them for the deaths that night at the oasis, and took great pleasure in wreaking his revenge whenever possible.
Sarah, sweet Sarah, was the third child created. Buffy found in an alley, while men were beating and raping her. Angered at the sight, Buffy tore Sarah's attacker to shreds. Sarah's eyes enraged Buffy the most. She saw defeat and despair, in their beautiful pale blue depths. Sarah felt she deserved, and could expect nothing better than endless days of brutality. Buffy bundled her up and flew back to the castle where she bathed the quiet woman, noticing her soft delicate beauty. Sarah wasn't the type woman that turned heads, but the kind you ran to for comfort and love. Buffy didn't think she would have lasted long in the outside world. Sarah didn't have enough hate in her soul to strike back at the world. After Buffy turned her, it became the only thing she had ever truly regretted. Her third child inherited the power to disassemble, except for her the power was a grotesque parody of the Mother's gift. Sarah decayed away and then could reassemble her body. It wasn't Buffy's smooth movement of dust particles. They called her, Morte d' Amour, the Lover of Death, because she and her childer rotted into corpses. Sarah sired few childre over the years and most she regretted later. She became a recluse, staying within the Council's castle and allowing her oldest childre to run her errands. The only bright spot for Sarah was a sweet boy named Warwick, and her secret love for Dalith. She never used her power to call the Swans; she thought it cruel to force someone else to do her biding.
Thinking about her fourth child, Alice, brought a smile to Buffy's lips. Alice was a wild woman that called to Buffy's need to break free and have fun. She found Alice, not surprisingly, in an alley, but in a much different situation than Sarah. She had knocked out her 'date' for the night after he tried to give her a little love tap. So, Alice took his money, not satisfied, she decided to take his clothes as well. Buffy watched from the air and almost fell, when she started laughing, listening to Alice's colorful commentary about little minds and little dicks. She landed and Alice looked her over, with a nod of her head, dropped the man's clothes in a pile and walked over to Buffy. She put her hand in Buffy's then in her Alice-like way told Buffy she expected to become a vampire; she wasn't just supper scraps that you throw out with the trash. Buffy had never laughed as hard as she did that night. She had never regretted turning Alice, her child or her lover. Alice with her laughing brown eyes and auburn hair. Buffy called her Gypsy, but her gift to her child gave her another name, the Queen of Nightmares. She could cause a person to see their worse fears come to life inside their dreams, as if stepping into a living nightmare.
Buffy's power caused a person to see, feel, smell even taste their worse fear or their greatest pleasure. She could invade a person's mind and there was no defense. They would see whatever Buffy wanted them to see. Alice could only play on their fears through their dreams. She would pout to Buffy that it wasn't fair that she couldn't do anything when they were awake. Buffy teased her saying that pouting was her job. It became their private joke. Alice loved everything about being a vampire and became the natural leader of the Council whenever Buffy was away. Her animal to call was of course the jaguar, which perfectly fit her personality. Her lover, a beautiful black man, named Janif that moved with all the grace of his animal, was devoted to her. His devotion came from his feelings for her as a man for a woman. They bound themselves in a Triumvirate with another that neither was able to bear the thought of losing. Their third was a strange choice for the two flamboyantly beautiful creatures. She was a small blonde, named Kera, who never met anyone's eye. She tried her hardest to blend into the scenery, whenever possible. Buffy worried about Kera, until she finally spoke with the 'supposed' wallflower. She had the most unusual eyes Buffy had ever seen. They were silver, not gray or pale blue or any other washed out color, but silver. When Buffy had gazed into those eyes, she saw so much wisdom that she wanted turn away from their knowing depths. Buffy understood there was more to Kera's story, but didn't push Kera or Alice. Slowly, Kera started to come and talk with Buffy, and they became friends. She was a mersay, the last of her line. Supposedly, they all died when Atlantis sank, but Kera had survived.
As she continued to think of her children, Buffy felt her heart quicken as a mother's does, when reunited with her children. Now, she had only one true child left, her fifth child, Jonathan. She found him abandoned in, of course, an alley in London. He was only a baby, no more than a few days old, so tiny and screaming his little lungs out, weighing barely four pounds. Even then, he had the largest, darkest blue eyes Buffy had ever seen. She brought him home and raised him. She taught him to swim in the oasis deep within the castle grounds, told him the stories about the times she had lived through; Buffy loved her fifth child, as if she gave birth to him. When Jonathan reached adulthood, he begged her to turn him. She refused at first, wanting him to find a mate, have children, and then she realized losing him would break her heart. They never became lovers; it was the same for Buffy as it was with Dalith. It just wasn't right in her heart, she knew that, and they lived with her decision. Jonathan inherited Buffy's most intriguing powers. He could send his soul, for want of a better word, into another person's body and control it. They called him, the Traveler. Few people ever knew what he looked like. He still resembled a little boy to Buffy. Jonathan stood barely five feet tall with dark shaggy hair and large blue eyes. His animal to call was the fox, an animal that fit her mischievous little boy perfectly.
A frown creased her face when she thought of her next child, Padma. He was something straight out of Arabian Nights, with his dark exotic eyes and skin. She didn't realize that her two youngest children would pose such a challenge for her. Buffy shook her head when she thought about Padma's change. She was in India visiting one of her oldest friends, Nasenya, one of the few remaining original creatures from the oasis. The people worshipped her friend as a living god, since she was the last known Naga. While wandering the jungle, Buffy found Padma about to become dinner for an angry tiger. He tried to thank her by inviting her for dinner and more. She decided to have the more and changed him. He was the only child that she didn't carefully select. She loved him as she did the others, but often wondered if she would've chosen him if she hadn't felt so lonely that particular day. Surprisingly, Padma gained the power to call any animal, no matter their masters.
Last but not least, there was her baby girl, Belle. Isabelle, a Beautiful Death or Belle Morte, was one the most beautiful women Buffy had ever seen, anywhere, with her tall, lush body, black waist length hair, porcelain white skin and golden eyes. She had inherited Buffy's sexual power and luxuriated in it, but overlooked anything that didn't appear perfect to her eyes. Buffy knew she would have to work on that.
Buffy had put strict rules in place for the proper way to treat weres, and she knew her children weren't playing by those rules. She also knew she was about to punish her two youngest children. Buffy walked into the main council chamber, everyone stared in shock as she threw open the huge doors.
"Mother," Jonathan still carried an innocence about him as he ran to hug her. He practically bounced with happiness at her return. She wrapped her arm around his waist as they walked further into the room.
"Let's go see what, Baby Girl, has been up to, Jon-Jon."
Buffy sat down on the chair fixed at the center of a dais. It was actually a throne, carved from black marble with a huge dragon across the top, with its wings spread wide ready to attack any who came too close.
Belle stood shaking at what was about to occur. Why does she wake, now? My plans to take Jean-Claude's servant and use her power are close to complete. If she had stayed asleep, I would become the new Mother.
"Ah, Baby Girl, you've been more than just bad. I guess didn't spend enough time with you and your brother. Since you think so loudly, we will see about setting you straight first. Do not move, Paddy."
Padma, the Master of Beasts, had tried to escape the room after hearing Mother mention him in the same breath as Belle. Dragon forced him to sit with a heavy hand. All the children, except for Oliver, had always feared Dalith. Whenever he got angry, he could still assume his dragon shape, or send the fire shooting from his mouth.
"Now, my little Belle, what should I do with you, to you and your pretty child, Musette. Yes, I will take her as my own. I will need a new maid."
"Mother, please, I'm sorry, I got bored. It was only a daydream. You know every little girl wants to be just like her mother," Belle smiled charmingly. She could always stay out of trouble, before by using her charm and sexual attraction.
Buffy hit her with the full force of her power and Belle crumpled to the floor. "It's rude to interrupt when someone is talking. I see my children have forgotten their manners and their place. Come to me, Belle." Her hand extended outward then her fingers curled inward. As if a wire reeled the other woman across the room, Belle floated toward Buffy even as she struggled. Pulling her close their lips almost touched, "So beautiful, yet so spiteful and cruel to your own children. I didn't teach you that, Belle. Oh, by your face, I see you thought because I slept, I didn't know. Poor girl, you're still young and have much to learn." Buffy shook her head. "You'll learn." Her voice became harsh, and quick as a snake her fangs sank into Belle's neck.
Belle Morte screamed at the agony. Mother could give unimaginable pleasure or cause your worse nightmares to come to life. She was experiencing the later. Belle saw a homeless hag used as a whore by anyone for food or shelter. Of all things, it was her greatest fear, not torture, but to become nothing, a nobody - obscurity.
Buffy ripped the clothes from Belle's body. She knew Belle's fears and planned to use them to bring her youngest child into line. Snapping her fingers to Dalith, she motioned at the others to leave. Pointing for Padma to stay, he shivered while he waited for his own punishment. Buffy poured power into Belle's mind as her hands played over the lush body.
In her mind, it wasn't Mother's hands she felt but countless dirty, hungry men. She saw herself as she always feared on a filthy mattress, servicing an endless line of faceless men. Buffy pinched and pulled viciously on Belle's full breasts, before moving lower to stab into her at a furious rate. It seemed to go on endlessly, her hand never stopping as Belle screamed, until no more sound could escape. The bite suddenly changed to one of comfort, and Belle whimpered in her arms. Buffy pulled her close, softly stroking a hand down her body. Pulling her fangs free at last, she stared into her child's honey gold eyes.
"Now, we will have no more foolishness will we?" Belle shook her head. "That's good, baby girl, go to your room and stay there. When Musette returns, you'll send her to me."
Belle nodded, and shakily stepped down from Buffy's lap and walked from the chamber. Buffy watched her go then turned eyes cold as ice on Padma.
"Stand before me, so I can see all that you've become."
Padma slowly walked forward to stand several feet away from the throne.
"My boy, you think it's your right to use my gift to torture those you control, who have done nothing to earn such punishment? What is my rule?" she shouted.
"Protect what is ours from others, especially man," he whispered.
"Do you consider torturing and raping them, protecting them? It's good your son is dead, because I would've done it myself. You know better than to abuse those under your care, Padma. I can always make more children." Her threat echoed clearly in the Council chambers. "Your punishment must fit your crimes. Come with me."
Buffy walked swiftly from the room, with Padma at her heels. She threw open his bedroom's doors where no less than ten weres waited.
"Come to me."
Her voice called to their beasts, caressing them in warmth and security. They moved toward her as a living blanket of arms and legs. Sniffing, licking and rubbing against her, they waited patiently for her next command.
"I must apologize for my son's bad care. You'll have the opportunity to return the favor. I promise no further harm will come to you. If pain brings you pleasure, that's fine, but torture for amusement is against the rules. Padma, strip!" Her voice snapped out into the room in powerful waves.
He unbuttoned his shirt, swallowing as he remembered everything he'd done to his servants. Buffy found a comfortable chair and sat down to watch. A wereleopard rubbed at her leg, while she scratched behind its ear.
Padma stood there naked and flaccid. "Oh, that won't do. Let me help you out, dear boy."
Buffy's voice caressed them, whether in their human or animal form, and they immediately became aroused. She sent her power straight into Padma, who grunted as it hit him. The weres turned and looked at him as a cross between a juicy steak and their mate. Fluidly they moved toward him, causing Padma to step back, only to hit the bed's edge.
"That's thoughtful of you," a male weretiger said.
He stood mid-shift, extending long claws that tore into Padma's upper thigh. The Beastmaster screamed from the pain, knowing he could do nothing in retaliation with Mother watching. Another were bit his other leg disabling him, while the others smiled at one another. A weretiger shifted back into a 250 pounds man, which Padma had enjoyed torturing him to see how much his muscular frame could endure. He flipped his master onto his stomach and mounted him in one smooth motion. Pointing at a werebear, he motioned for him to stand at Padma's head. A small blond female with huge brown eyes walked forward with a silver tipped cat-o-nine tails. She timed her lashes between the two men's movements. Another crawled underneath to slip on the same ring the Master of Beast's had forced him to wear.
Buffy sat watching quietly for an hour, never saying a word, or turning a way. "That's enough, go clean up. I'll tend to my child." The weres quickly left as she approached the bed. Her hand trailed over his legs to his buttocks over his back, and finally, coming to rest on his face. "Padma, have you learned your lesson? Or, should I find several more playmates for you?"
"No, Mother, I've learned. Please, no more. I'll not forget again," he choked out in supplication. Padma could barely move even with his advanced healing.
"I'll leave you here to think about this, and return tomorrow to feed you myself. But, Padma, no reprieve next time. I'll lock you in a cell and allow any who wishes it, to use you as they please - for eternity!"
He nodded his head, too frightened to talk. When Buffy closed the door, he sighed, never having seen her like this. Of course, she had never left them alone before, not like this, not completely. They never would have tried half of the what they did, while she slept were she awake.
Dalith and Sarah waited for Buffy in her 'official' rooms. Only Dalith knew where they were and how to gain access.
"Mother, I've missed you." Sarah moved across the room rush into Buffy's waiting arms.
"Ah, my sweet Sarah, how are you? Something tells me you're feeling better. Could it be a certain person has finally come to his senses?" Buffy glanced pointedly at Dalith. He blushed causing Buffy to laugh. "Now, my sweet, you're going to have to help my Dragon. We're going to have some guest arriving soon, and I want everything perfect."
"Who is coming?" Sarah looked from Buffy to Dalith. She was a sweet faced blonde with large pale blue eyes. They took up her whole face, and her shy smile made people instinctively want to protect her.
"Why, the people responsible for killing my Twist, of course, Belle's boy, Jean-Claude, and all his people, especially that she-bitch. I have some delicious plans for her. He foolishly thinks he's the head of his own line, and Belle in her youth thought so, as well. It'll be interesting to see how this plays out, when he realizes what he is and who he has to thank for it," Buffy laughed.
"What is he then? I don't understand," Sarah asked.
"He's marked thanks to his servant, and is now Mother's servant. That's why Belle lost control over him."
"Dragon, you're so smart. That's why Belle isn't in more trouble than she is; her actions delivered a wonderful gift - vengeance. Now, tell Alice, she's to haunt the human's dreams. I'll take care of the rest."
The two left her alone as Buffy smiled at the idea of Alice visiting certain people's dreams. Looking in the mirror, her smile quickly faded. She definitely need a new look. Her hair reached all the way to her knees in a dark golden cloud of soft waves. She wore a dress that was the height of fashion several centuries old.
"Finally, the twentieth century, now I can have some real clothes. I wonder if any of the people I knew are alive in this time."
She shook her head after thousands upon thousands of years, she had never allowed herself to think back, or forward, to that time and wasn't about to start now. No, her life was here and now. A life with new rules, hell not only new rules, but rules that she created.
Buffy's newest power allowed her to change her appearance to whatever, she pictured in her mind. Closing her eyes, the dark gold waves shrunk up to the middle of her back and lightened to be pale shimmering blonde. Her skin, which never lost its golden color, appeared even more sun-kissed. She added some red streaks around her face. Just then, the door opened and several women entered, carrying armloads of clothes, with Dalith walking in behind them. Buffy clapped her hands like a small child on Christmas morning.
"You're such a clever boy, Dragon. That's why you're my favorite."
She grabbed an outfit that suited her mood and quickly changed. "Well, what do you think?" Buffy spun around for his approval.
"Beautiful as always, Mother." Dalith was happy to have her back. Now, that he had finally admitted his feelings for Sarah, he could once again enjoy spending time with Buffy.
Buffy stopped smiling. "After tonight, they'll arrive in no less than two days. I want them in the east wing away from everyone, but Jean-Claude. He's to have the yellow room."
Dalith's eyes glittered as he watched the wheels turn in her mind. The fortress was a warren of hidden passageways, and only Buffy knew them all. The yellow room had its own passageway that led directly to her room.
"Yes, I'm expecting several visits from that particular guest. Now, I know you must rest soon." She stepped away from the piles of clothes to walk over and grab his hand. Buffy tilted her head back to stare into his golden eyes. "I'm truly happy for you and Sarah." Her lips turned up into a mischievous smile. "Why don't you go tuck her in for the day?"
She dismissed the women after they finished putting away the clothes. Buffy climbed into the middle of an enormous bed, and closed her eyes. They moved under her lids as she searched, and then her lips turned up into a Cheshire smile.
"Ah, there you are, and your resting. What a good boy, just where I wanted you."
Jean-Claude lay in his coffin. He had slept with Anita the last two nights and had no choice, but to return tonight. He wanted to stay and celebrate their victory when Anita received a call from RPIT. As he felt his soul leave, Jean-Claude sighed and became still.
He lay naked on a bed then he felt the most intense pleasure as someone drank from him. His back arched as his body strained for release, small hands soothed his flesh lovingly, before they firmly grasped his hardening flesh. They stroked him to the point of release then retreated. Moments later a warm mouth suckled on him, teasing, nibbling, expertly, but again it stopped before he could find his release.
Jean-Claude was nearly beside himself with the powerful lust strumming through his body. He felt a body slide down him to capture him between vice-like thighs. He had never felt anything like this; a thousand pinpoints of pleasure surrounded him. It wrapped around him grabbing hold only to release him as it moved around him. His back once again arched, his hips moved at a rapid pace, and he again felt fangs sliding into his throat. A scream tore from his lips as waves of pleasure hit him. It was so intense that it was nearly painful, which only increased the pleasure.
His eyes popped open, Jean-Claude blinked several times when he saw green dots staring at him before they slowly faded away. He drew in a deep breath, realizing he was still in his coffin.
"Mon Dieu, what was that? You cannot dream when the soul leaves you."
His hand reached out to open the coffin's lid, when cool air wafted over his body. Jean-Claude stared down at his nude body. His fingers immediately went to his neck and came away with fresh blood. He inhaled deeply; he could smell himself, a woman, sex and vanilla.
Throwing o pen he coffin lid, Jean-Claude glanced around the room. There was no one about and no one else was awake. He grabbed his clothes and quickly hurried to his rooms. He didn't know what was happening, or how he would explain this to Anita.
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