Charlie’s Angels Ch. 3
I drove the angels down the eastern seaboard in my Ferrari. Well, it was actually my late uncles Ferrari, but since he was dead and had left everything to me it was now mine. We stopped in Miami and took a puddle jumper across the Key Islands.
Early the next day, the angels and I made our way down a crowded beach toward a small dock. We had all four just returned from a nude beach in southern France. The beach we were currently on was much smaller, much more crowded, and the sand not as white. We were in Key West Florida back in the USA. One of my favorite spots in the world, and one I never got to visit enough in my old life.
The Florida sun was out bright in a cloudless blue sky over head. Sabrina had on a big sun hat and a white bikini with lots of sun tan lotion. Jill had on a California Angels baseball cap and a blue bikini and lots of sun tan lotion. Emmanuelle had no hat or lotion, but was wearing a black thong bikini. I had on – oh who cares what I had on anyway.
“Hey, Nick!” I greeted my old college roommate as the four of us came up onto the dock and headed to Nick”s boat.
“Well Charlie, it certainly has been a long time,” Nick said hopping off his boat and shaking my hand.
Nick was two years older than I was. He was shorter than I was, and rather of a short stature in general, but worked out and had a chest and forearms ripped with muscle. He had a beard and long hair, being rather on the dark side and from an Italian heritage. The beard, I think, was more in keeping with his college professor image that he had going for him now days.
“It”s been three years,” I told him. “But somehow it seems like it”s been much longer.”
“I know what you mean,” Nick said. “School seems like ages ago.” Then he suddenly caught sight of the three beautiful women behind me.
“Nick, remember I told you I was bringing three friends down with me? Well here they are.”
“Man, you told me three friends! I thought you meant three friends. These beautiful young ladies can”t be your friends?”
I laughed as I saw the angels transfixed Nick. They were really more than I can describe. They were beautiful.
“Angels, allow me to introduce, Nick. My first two years in college this guy was my roommate.”
“Hello, Nick,” the angels all shook hands with him.
“Nick, this is Sabrina, Jill, and Emmanuelle. They… work for me,” I said and I”m sure there was more than a little pride in my voice.
“Ladies it”s a pleasure to meet you,” Nick said immediately trying to turn up the charm. “I can see you are doing all right for yourself, Charlie.”
“Yes, I”ve had a change of luck in the past couple of months. It”s kind of a long story.”
“Well, why don”t you all come on aboard? We”ve got the next two days to catch up.”
I patted Nick on the back. “It”s really good seeing you again, man.”
“Same here,” Nick said honestly. “I”m going to put you all to work, so I hope you came ready for a good time.”
The girls all jumped across from the dock to the bow of the Santa Maria. They were all excited to be taking an ocean voyage, and so was I.
Nick got Jill and me a beer. Sabrina stuck with an orange juice, and Emmanuelle went with a Diet Coke. We set out on the deck of the thirty-one foot schooner and soaked up the Florida sun while we talked about our times in college together.
“You and Sally aren”t together anymore?” I approached a potentially sensitive subject with Nick.
“She left about a year ago. She took our son. I still fly up to see him occasionally, but that”s about all.”
“Man I remember the two of you going out in school.”
“Just didn”t work out, Charlie.”
“I”m really sorry to hear that, Nick.”
“Well how about another beer, huh?” Nick said walking back to a cooler he had on the deck and dragging out three more beers. “You ladies enjoying my boat,” he asked them, and I could see he was really distracted by the three nearly nude girls sitting on the deck with us. I was distracted also, even though I lived with the girls and knew them all very well. The sight of their bodies all lined up together like this never failed to bring a stirring under my shorts.
“I really like your boat, Nick. What kind is it?” Jill asked him eagerly.
“It”s a schooner, and it”s not really my boat. It belongs to the university I work for.”
“It”s beautiful!” Jill exclaimed. “You must be an important person at the university for them to give you charge of a boat like this.” I could tell by the way Jill was so ready to talk with Nick and compliment him that she liked him.
My friend and my angel? I would have to think that one over for a while. Though I had never been jealous of one of my angels before, I was starting to feel that way as Jill looked across the deck to Nick with her beautiful blue eyes seeing only him. I immediately hated myself for feeling that way and tried to push the thought out of my mind.
“So what about you, Charlie?” Nick asked me. “How”s your love life these days?”
I looked around me at the three girls sitting on the deck with us. The girls were all laughing. I think I may have even been blushing. “Well,” I said stupidly, not knowing how much of an explanation was needed with my friend.
“Oh, I think I get the picture. Say no more,” Nick said and laughed with the girls, catching my meaning. “God man you must be the luckiest guy on the planet.”
“So what can the four of us do for you, Nick?” I asked, changing the subject.
“I”m going to be laying sonar submersibles out in the Gulf of Mexico. The university gave me the use of the Santa Maria for the week, but only under the condition that I could get my own crew. When you called me, Charlie and said you had some free time and might be interested in taking a cruise, I knew I had found my crew. Only I didn”t realize what a beautiful crew you”d be bringing me.” He looked across at my angels and paid particular attention to Jill.
“What will these sonar submersibles do?” Jill asked him with a flirtatious smile.
“Help the university and me to track the migration of large fish in the Gulf of Mexico and out into the Caribbean. It”s kind of like the US Navy”s SOSUS project, except instead of tracking Russian submarines we”re tracking dolphins and tunas.”
“So are you a professor at the university?” Jill asked as she sipped her beer.
I had not seen her this interested in a guy… well frankly not ever. Not since she had met me, which had only been about six weeks before. But we had come to know each other well in those six weeks. And I had fallen in love with Jill in that time. The problem was I had also fallen in love with Sabrina and Emmanuelle. I had also been in love with an old angel, Kelly who had just left my employment two weeks prior to this trip, to get married.
“Yeah. I”m an oceanographer,” Nick answered her with his most charming smile. Of all of my angels Nick had started to focus on Jill, the petite southern California valley girl.
“That sounds like an interesting line of work,” Jill told him. “I don”t think I”ve ever known one before.”
“Well you do now,” Nick said giving her a wink.
“You still working on finding all those dolphins, old buddy,” I asked.
“I sure am. Dolphins are my specialty. I love to go out to the Gulf and listen to them singing at night. If we”re lucky we”ll come across a school of them one night when we”re out and be able to listen to them and maybe even go swimming with them.”
“Oh that sounds wonderful,” Jill squealed.
“What about sharks and things like that if we go swimming?” Sabrina asked.
“We don”t have to worry about sharks in the waters we”re headed for. We might have to worry about this tropical storm that”s brewing off of Cuba. But the Santa Maria has radar aboard and we can track it. If it gets too close or changes course we might have to cut the trip short.”
The Santa Maria set off into the Gulf of Mexico with Nick and me and of course the angels as the crew.
*****
I sat with Nick in the cabin and he taught me how to steer the Santa Maria. I found it easier than a car to handle and after we got out into the Gulf a few miles there was no other boat traffic. The angels had been instructed by Nick to stand watch on deck for the sonar submersibles. They were being trailed along behind the Santa Maria on a little deck and if they got tangled, which they frequently did, the angels would yell back for Nick to cut the engine, and they would jump down in the water and untangle the long cords.
The high tech gadgets up in the cabin with Nick were kind of interesting, but I was still trying to forget about my former high tech career in computers and just relax. All of the flashing lights from the radar and sonar rather reminded me of my old job because they were all run by computers. But the radar was very interesting and I found myself gazing at the big red blob on the screen that represented the tropical storm some two hundred nautical miles south of our position.
We sped along through the white-capped waves. After a couple of hours we caught up with a school of dolphins, and Nick stopped the Santa Maria so the angels could jump in the water and go swimming with the big friendly fish. The dolphins gladly played with the angels and made friends with them.
“I”m really glad to see you doing so well, Charlie,” Nick told me as we watched the angels swimming.
“They are beautiful, aren”t they?” I asked, but I don”t know why. The sight before us was pure heaven. “Most of the time I can”t believe they”re mine.”
“I hope the sleeping arrangements on the Santa Maria will be ok,” he said, looking a little doubtful. “I”ve got a cabin down below, and the quarters I was going to give to the four of you are just bunks. They”re all in the same room. Is that all right?”
“It”s perfect,” I said laughing. “Actually the smaller the bed the better it is for us.”
“Just checking, old buddy. Goddamn it you really do have everything now.”
“Hey man it”s not easy having three young girls as your constant companions.”
“Oh right, fuck you too man. I”m sure most guys would shit a cow just to think about such an arrangement.”
We both laughed and continued to admire the angels from our position up in the elevated cabin. Sabrina was petting one of the dolphins on the top of its head. Jill was backstroking in the warm Gulf waters, and Emmanuelle was playing with another dolphin by splashing water up over its top fin.
“Don”t worry man, I won”t get you drunk tonight,” Nick reassured me. “I think you”re going to need to keep fast and light tonight.”
“Every night, my man, every night,” I told him.
*****
We dropped anchor that night in an area of water bordered by the Gulf of Mexico to the west and the Caribbean to the east and south. Lightening was flashing far off on the horizon, but overhead there were a million stars out and a full moon. In the distance the clucking and squealing of the dolphin school could be heard.
We ate boiled shrimp, and what could have been a better atmosphere than this to eat the tasty seafood morsels. I had a cold beer on one knee and Emmanuelle sitting on the other as I ate the shrimp and caught up with my old college buddy. Man what a life!
Nick put some music on and Jill and Sabrina began dancing together. They were perfect in their motions, and we all lost track of time as we watched them sway to the music.
“I”ve got to ask you, Jill,” Nick said. “Are those real?” he stared at her ample cleavage and Jill looked down at her blue bikini top and started laughing.
“That”s actually a compliment when a guy asks me that. It means you can”t tell for sure.”
“Hell, I can”t tell for sure!” Nick exclaimed. “So are they real?”
“Yes – they”re real expensive,” she handed him a beer and gave him a polite little kiss on the forehead for his attention to her.
“The angels make more money in a moth than you do in a year, old buddy,” I chided Nick.
“They are worth every penny of it,” Nick said toasting the angels with his beer. “What ever you are paying them I say you should double it!”
The angels all applauded Nick for this comment. “I second that motion,” Sabrina yelled.
“So how do you find an angel, Charlie?” Nick asked.
“The same way he found me,” Emmanuelle answered for me as she leaned over to kiss me on the lips, her French accent seductive in the open night air of the water. “Lot”s of perseverance. I”m afraid only Charlie knows how to find an angel however.”
“Well fuck, I hardly know how,” I said returning Emmanuelle”s affection, opening my mouth for her tongue. “I think I just got lucky with this one.”
“Think maybe this sea air has tired me out, Charlie,” Emmanuelle told me in-between kisses.
“Hope you aren”t too tired, angel,” I said running my hand down her back and stopping at her bikini bottom.
“Time for me to go to bed, Charlie,” she said wiggling her butt around on my lap.
“See you tomorrow, you lucky bastard,” Nick called as I led Emmanuelle by the hand down the stairway to the lower deck.
Emmanuelle and I got naked as soon as we were inside the little bunkroom. Emmanuelle was a mulatto; her father had been a black man from Martinique, and her mother a white girl from France. She had only been with me for two weeks, and was my newest angel.
Almost as tall as I was, at just under six feet, Emmanuelle was eighteen. Since I was over six feet myself, I enjoyed having a tall girl as a partner. Emmanuelle had a slender and long athletic body, with big round breasts and firm brown nipples. Her hair was worn very long and braided to her skull. Her pussy sloped at an angle and a dark tuft of black hair stood just over the opening between her legs.
“How are you doing, baby?” I asked taking her nude body and holding it up next to mine. I had been trying to pay special attention to her because she was so new to this life with me and the other two girls and I really wanted it to work out for her. She had been having financial problems and had to drop out of college back in France, but now that she was with me she would have no further money worries again.
“I love this boat and this cruise, Charlie,” she told me as we stood naked in the middle of the bunkroom French kissing and caressing each other”s bodies. “I love this new life you have given me.”
“So everything has been going good so far, baby?”
“Everything is just fine, Charlie,” she said and her voice was becoming breathless as our love making progressed, my hand slipping down between her long brown legs. “Right now I just need you to fuck me, Charlie.”
So I obliged my angel. I took her over to the little bunk in my arms. There was not really enough room in the bunk for both of us to fit, but somehow we managed. Emmanuelle was on the bottom and I was on top.
Because of the trip down to Florida I had not gotten laid by any of my angels in over twenty-four hours, and this was a long time for me. In the last six weeks I was used to getting laid eight times a day. So my foot long penis was just about as hard as it ever got as it pressed up against Emmanuelle”s pubic region.
She spread her legs for me, her left leg dropping out onto the floor of the bunkroom because there was no room in the bunk. She was very wet when I finally managed to get inside of her. A long moan escaped from her throat as I began to rock inside her, and she took me in her arms and brought me all the way to her.
I think I brought Emmanuelle to about five orgasms as I fucked her. Twenty minutes later I got up from her and left her asleep in the bunk, thoroughly exhausted. Still naked I climbed over into the bunk across the little room from her.
There was a small, rounded window next to the bunk that gave me a good view of the lightening strikes off in the distance, and also of the stars over the water. I listened for a while to the high-pitched tones the dolphins were making as they swam around the Santa Maria. The motion of the waves, the exotic setting and the good sex I”d just completed all served to make me sleepy, and I was soon nodding off.
Not more than ten minutes had passed and I felt a warm and naked little body crawl on top of mine in the bunk. I opened my sleep filled eyes to see Sabrina on top of me. As soon as our eyes met we kissed and I felt my erection returning as strong as ever, all thoughts of sleep driven from my mind.
“Having a good cruise, Sabrina?” I asked her as she reached down for my penis and placed it inside her pussy.
“Yes, Charlie,” Sabrina answered starting to ride me.
Her pussy lips pulled me in tightly and rested at my base, as she sat up straight on me. It felt as if she was trying to pull in my balls while she was at it. Mounted on top of me she rode me hard.
Sabrina was from Mainland China, the daughter of a top party functionary; she had lived the life of a princess in China, but always dreamed of coming to live in America. My uncle Wallace had met her and made her dreams of America come true and made her one of his angels. She was twenty-six and had a perfect Asian body, with flowing hair down to her waist. Her pubic hair seemed to be made of velvet or silk, and her breasts were small, but the bright red nipples were always erect and oh so nice to suck.
I took her left nipple in my mouth and let her gain several orgasms as she rammed her pelvis down on top of my shaft. Her little legs were just able to fit within the tight confines of the bunk, and she had her knees held down by the side of my chest as she rocked back and forth on top of me. I ran my hands up and down her naked back and caught her heaving buttocks, forcing her down against my cock even harder, and beginning my own thrusts up deep inside her.
I felt the motion of the Santa Maria rock us back and forth as I pumped Sabrina. She took a tight hold of me and begged me to give it to her harder and deeper. Soon she was starting to scream and unable to contain herself any longer, a massive orgasm ripping up from her female entrance and all the way through her body.
I let go of my ejaculation just as Sabrina reached her heights, and she felt the warm semen jet up inside her womb prolonging her climax. I pumped hard against her and was happy I still had ample love juice for Sabrina after my liaison with Emmanuelle barely a half-hour before.
“Thank you, Charlie,” Sabrina said as we lay in the bunk and held each other.
“I love you, angel.”
“Love you too, Charlie.”
After about ten more minutes Sabrina was asleep in my arms. I slowly got up from the bunk and laid her back on the blanket not wanting to wake her. If I woke her I knew Sabrina well enough to know that she would just try and get me hard again, and I was starting to wear out from all my activity.
I walked over to the third bunk of the room and lay down on top of it. I still saw the lightening flashes outside, and now I could see large purple and red clouds building on the horizon. Those damned dolphins were still screaming under the window, and the full moon was still providing the only light of the tiny cabin. I didn”t care about any of this, however. I was starting to fall back into a nice peaceful sleep within about two minutes, as I listened to the light breathing of both Emmanuelle and Sabrina in the two bunks behind me.
I had just fallen to sleep and was starting to have a pleasant dream, all though I forget what it was about. When just at that time I felt soft warm lips close about the head of my flaccid penis and start to nurse it back to life from the battles of the last hour.
I groggily opened my eyes and looked down between my legs. Jill was naked and kneeling at the foot of the bunk, licking the underside of my cock. When she saw I had awakened she gave me a little smile over the bulk of my growing erection.
Jill was barely five feet tall, and twenty-two years old. She had been a real find by my uncle Wallace. She had been eighteen and disowned by her family for a bad-boy type boyfriend she”d had who had gotten her pregnant. After the abortion and the break up of her relationship she had been out on the streets until my uncle had found her and made her an angel.
The building shook, and great sections of walls, floors, ceilings, stairs, and buttresses split, crumbled, and fell.
Baphomet tried to rise, but he seemed weaker. He struggled to his knees, hacking and wheezing. He stood, but swayed. “Slut.” Saying this one-syllable word seemed to take all his strength and stamina. He paused, gasping. “Whore.” Again, uttering the word seemed to have exhausted him. He weaved and wobbled. “Bitch.” He took a tottering step toward Buffy, and the Slayer drove the heel of her hand into his nose, shoving its cartilage through his brain. The hulking figure dropped to the floor and lay motionless.
“Is he dead?” Willow asked.
Buffy prodded the body with her toe. “He’s dead.”
The three-dimensional, transparent figure of Willow that had transported Buffy to Baphomet’s palace appeared between them, extending a hand to each.
“Then, let’s go home,” Willow suggested. “Take her hand.”
Buffy and Willow each took one of the transparent Willow’s hands into their own, and Buffy heard the same rushing sound as she’d heard the first time she’d held hands with the all-but-invisible Willow. The crumbling ruins of Baphomet’s palace vanished; an instant later, Willow and Buffy stood naked, awash in demon semen, bruised, and lacerated, in Willow’s motel room. The transparent Willow was gone. Buffy asked the witch about her see-through likeness.
“That’s my astral body,” the witch explained.
“How do you–”
“I’d explain, but it would take about five years. Let’s just say it’s something that Tara and I were working on when she–” tears gathered in Willow’s eyes as she recalled the spray of her lover’s blood that resulted from the gunshot wound that Warren, the coward, had delivered from afar, thinking he was shooting Buffy.
Buffy kissed her friend, chastely, on the cheek. “I’m sorry, Will.”
The witch sniffled. “Me, too, Buff.”
There was an awkward pause between them, and then Willow asked, “What do we do now? Kill Anya?”
Buffy looked at her nakedness. She frowned at a gob of the colored semen she wiped from her face. “Take a shower. Then, get dressed. Do you have some clothes I could borrow?”
Willow frowned, pouting. “I guess, but I’d rather see you naked.”
Buffy rolled her eyes, offering her friend a smile. “Say, Will–can you do a spell that would make everyone forget what happened during the past couple of days?”
Willow shrugged. “Sure, I guess. Who’s ‘everyone’?”
“Well. . . you, me, Anya, Giles, Xander–”
“Xander! He knows?”
“Not about you and me–not about, you know, us–but, well, he–”
“Never mind! I don’t want to know. I’ll just put him on the list. But, Buffy–don’t you want to remember?”
“No. Do you?”
The witch smiled, remembering Buffy’s cock up her ass, fucking her brutally. “Maybe some parts,” she confessed.
“As long as I don’t remember and you don’t remind me,” the Slayer stipulated.
“Deal.”
Later, as Buffy was lathering her cock and balls, they disappeared. In an instant, they were gone, as if they’d never existed. Buffy was immensely relieved–but, she found, she was also a bit disappointed and a little saddened by the loss.
The next day, Buffy awakened, minus her male parts and unable to remember anything that had happened during the last forty eight hours. She didn’t remember anything about Willow, Anya, Xander, Giles, the demon dimension and its inhabitants, Baphomet, her having had a cock and balls, the Feral demon, or anything else.
If she had been able to remember, she would have known that Buffy the shemale vampire killer could make an unannounced reappearance at any time, in any place, for the side-effects of the Feral demon’s bite, which had resulted in her acquiring male genitals overnight, could recur just as quickly and unexpectedly as they had occurred the first time.
The End?
Michael opened a crypt door and walked in. Candles were lit everywhere. He walked in, looking around.
“Well, well.” Said a voice from the dark.
Spike emerged from the shadows holding a crossbow.
“Well if isn”t the Slayer”s lapdog.”
“I”d put that down, unless you”re bucking for one hell of a headache.” Michael said indicating the crossbow.
Spike hesitated, then put the bow down.
“I can”t be too careful. I got quite a few demons after me these days.” Spike said.
“I”m looking for some information. Might pay a little.”
Spike shrugged, “I”ll play.” He went over to a couple of chairs.
“What can you tell me about Dragula?” Michael asked.
“Dracula?” Spike scoffed. “Poncy bugger owes me eleven pounds, for one thing.” He put a cigarette in his mouth.
“You know him?”
“Know him? We”re old rivals.” He lit the cigarette. “But then he got famous, forgot all about his foes.” Spike pointed at Michael. “I”ll tell you what. That glory hound”s done more harm to vampires than any Slayer. His story gets out, and suddenly everybody knows how to kill us.” He sat down. “You know, the mirror bit?”
“But he”s not just a regular vampire. I mean, he has special powers, right?”
“Nothing but showy gypsy stuff.” Spike said making a hand gesture. “What”s it to you, anyway?”
“He”s in town. Making his presence known.”
Spike smiled, “Drac”s in Sunnydale-way?” he put feet up on a cassock. “I guess the old boy needed closure after all.”
“Actually, he”s gunning for Buffy. But I”m out to find him before he gets another shot at her.” Michael said sitting.
“Tough talk, cowboy. But you”re not gonna catch him napping in a crypt. No, the count has to have his luxury estate and his bug-eaters and his special dirt, don”t he?”
“So you”re saying I should check out mansions, that sort of thing?”
“No.” Spike said standing. “I”m saying … you should go home to your superhoney. Have a nice, safe snog. You”re out of your depth on this one, boy.” He turns his back on Michael.
“You”ve helped Buffy before, so she has a problem with killing you now that you”re helpless.” Spike still was turned away.
“I don”t.”
Spike turned to face him, walked up to him.
“I”d like to see you try.”
Michael stood, and got in Spike”s face.
“Would you?”
They stared each other down. Finally Spike looked away.
“Pfft.” Spike said.
Michael walked to the door.
Spike called out as Michael was at the door, “You”re never gonna find him.”
Michael left.
To himself Spike said, “Not before he gets to her.”
Buffy lay in bed, asleep and alone.
Fog poured in through the window from outside, it flowed across the floor and toward the bed. A breeze came up, ruffling the sheets. Buffy woke and sat up with a gasp. Dracula was standing at the foot of the bed.
“You are magnificent.” Dracula said.
“I bet you say that before you bite all the girls.”
“No, you are different. Kindred.”
“Kindred? Hardly, I…”
“Pull your hair back.”
Buffy looked surprised but pulled her hair back from her neck. Dracula stood admiring her.
“This isn”t how I … usually fight.”
Buffy looked a little self-conscious. She glanced at the window.
“You think you can just waft in here with your music video wind and your hypno-eyes…” Buffy trailed off.
“I have searched the world over for you. I have yearned for you.” He sat on the bed next to her. “For a creature whose darkness rivals my own.”
He put his hand on her chin and moved her head aside. He saw the scar where Angel bit her and touched it with his fingertips.
“You have been tasted.” Dracula smiled slightly as he trailed his fingers over her cheek.
“He was…”
“Unworthy.”
Buffy stared at him, looking scared.
“He let you go.” Dracula looked her in the eyes. “But the embrace … his bite … you remember.”
Buffy was uncertain, “No.”
Dracula caressed her face again.
“Do not fight.” Dracula put his hand behind her neck. “I can feel your hunger.”
He leaned down to bite her neck. Buffy gasped but doesn”t pull away.
Buffy lay asleep in bed the following morning. She woke up. She sat up looking a little confused.
When Buffy was dressed, she stood looking in the mirror. She fiddled with her hair, she noticed something, and pulled her hair back to expose two bite marks on her neck. She looked at it for a Moment, then grabbed a scarf and ties it around her neck.
Michael leant over with a donut.
“Here”s a jelly one, you want it?” Michael asked.
Buffy half sat, half lay on Giles” couch with the donut being held in her face. Jam oozed out of the donut kind of like blood.
“No.” Buffy said a little agitated.
“Got it! Got it. Mine, mine.”
Xander rushed out of the kitchen and grabs the donut. Michael looked at his hand where the donut had been a split second earlier, he then licked sugar off his fingers.
Giles stood in the kitchen. Xander walked in little circles, nibbling quickly at the donut. Michael looked in the box for another donut. Willow on a chair in the corner.
“Well, I think we have Dracula factoids.”
Xander sat on a stool eating the donut, “Like any of that”s enough to fight the dark master.”
Everyone gave him a strange look.
“…bator.” Xander added.
“A lot of it we already knew.”
Michael walked to the table opposite the couch and sat on it.
“Turnoffs: wood, fire, crosses, garlic. Turnons; nice duds, minions,” then wistfully, “long slow bites that last for days…”
“Yeah, I did a little research too.”
Buffy looked distracted.
“Dracula likes to live in style. Which means we can rule out the usual dumps vampires haunt.”
“Ah! But he”s smart enough to figure that we probably already know that. I”m guessing he”s lying low.” Xander said licking his donut.
Giles came out from the kitchen.
“Actually, my research backs Michael up. Drac isn”t the lay-low type.”
Giles gave Michael a glass of milk, “So we can, uh, check out the nicer places. Don”t you think, Buffy?”
Buffy wasn”t paying attention. Xander was moving from chair to chair and tapping fingers nervously.
“Buffy?”
Buffy blinked, and tuned back in.
“Yeah. We”ll check all the swanky places first. What else did you guys get?”
“Well, Willow has most of it, actually.” Giles said.
Willow sat up, “Only because you gave me super pointers! I never would have…”
Giles put up hand to stop her, “Just go ahead, Willow.”
“OK. Dracula”s modus operandi is different from other vampires. He will kill just to feed, but he”d rather have a connection with his victims. And he has all of these mental powers to draw them in.”
Buffy looked thoughtful.
“He, he can read and control minds… appear in dreams…”
Distractedly Buffy said, “Uh huh.”
“Makes sense. That stare … he just kinda … looked right through you. Didn”t you feel it, Buffy?”
Michael looked at Buffy, he leant back and supported himself with his hands behind him.
Buffy paused, “No.” she got up. “No, I didn”t.”
“See! Buffy didn”t feel it. I think you”re drawing a low of crazy conclusions about the unholy prince.” Xander said.
Everyone gave him a strange look again.
“…bator.” Xander added, again.
“The point is, though he goes through the motions of an intimate seduction, the end result is the same. He turns them into a vampire.”
Buffy looked as if she hadn”t considered that.
“Well… That is intimate. Dracula”s gifting these ladies with his own blood. And blood…” Xander noticed a spider on the desk next to him, glanced around to see if anyone was looking. “Blood is life.”
Everyone looked confused.
“According to them.” He slammed his hand down on the spider.
“Um … Just be aware that he, he tends to form a relationship with his prey.”
When no one was looking, Xander scooped the spider into his mouth and chews.
“It”s not enough for him to take her. She must want to be taken. She must … burn for him.”
Buffy looked uncomfortable, fiddling with her scarf, “That”s … interesting. I”m gonna go find him.”
She started to leave. Everyone got up.
“You shouldn”t go by yourself, Buffy. I mean, this guy”s seriously dangerous.” Michael said.
“It”s cool, I got it.” Buffy opened door, and left.
Buffy walked through the courtyard outside Giles” apartment. Michael came out after her.
“Hey.” He grabbed her arm and stops her. “Take off that scarf.”
“What? No.” Buffy put a hand over the scarf.
Michael gave an “I knew it” nod, “You”re under the thrall of the dark prince!”
Buffy scoffed, “I am not under the thrall of the dark prince.”
“Then take off the scarf.”
“Oh, let go of me! This is ridiculous.” Buffy tried to break her arm out of Michael”s grasp but he held on.
Michael ripped off the scarf as the others came out too. Everyone looked at Buffy”s neck. She sat on the edge of the stone fountain and put her head in her hands.
“Why didn”t you say anything?” Giles asked.
“Cause she didn”t want to worry us, right Buffster? It”s nothin”. Just a scratch.” Xander said.
“Two deep, puncture-y scratches.” Willow said.
Buffy looked apologetically at Michael.
“I”m not sure why I tried to hide it. Uh, there was just this voice, and it was, it was telling me to cover it.” Buffy told him.
“And what did I tell you?” then to the others Michael said. “That”s thrall.”
“You”re saying Dracula has some sort of freaky mind control over her? You”re watching too many creature features, man.”
“But it does seem like he has this … control over me, I … even though a big part of me is resisting.” Buffy said.
Xander grabbed a fly off a nearby leaf and ate it.
“No, that”s okay. I shouldn”t take this personally. I mean, what with Angel, I mean, it”s understandable that there would be transference. I mean, they”re both broody immortals.” Michael said.
Buffy looked dismayed and got up to walk close to Michael.
Buffy firmly said, “I am not transfer-y.” Then more quietly. “I swear to you. I”m your girl, and I”m gonna stay that way.”
“Okay. But you are not going anywhere near him again.” Michael said.
“Uh, Michael”s right, you should - you should stay out of sight. Let the rest of us look for Dracula.” Giles advised.
“I can”t go home. He already got inside once.” Buffy told them.
“You can come over to my place. I”ll make sure you stay put.” Xander offered.
“Good. Um, Michael and I can, uh, can… search for Dracula, and Willow, you and Tara could uh, could do a protection spell on Buffy”s mother”s house, and prevent him from returning.” Giles suggested.
Willow nodded, “Got it. How”d he get inside anyway?”
“He seemed so nice and normal. A little pale.” Joyce Summers said.
Willow and Tara were working magic on the front door of the Summers” residence.
“A good Sunnydale rule of thumb? Avoid white-skinned men in capes.” Willow said.
“I”m not like this. I don”t invite strange men over for coffee, it”s just … Oh, when you girls are older you”ll understand.” Joyce sat on stairs. “It”s hard to date. Sometimes you just … feel like giving up on men altogether.”
Willow and Tara snuck little looks at each other and tried not to grin. Joyce didn”t know about them being lesbians.
The sun was setting on the horizon.
Giles and Michael walked through the grounds of a mansion. Michael had a notepad and Giles carried a bag.
“Another bust.” Michael said and crossed something off on the notepad.
“And it”s getting dark. I should have turned up a better lead. There must be an easier way to find him.”
“Too late to worry about that now. If we hurry, we can hit these last places.”
They left the estate.
“How come I have to be here Slayer-sitting while the other guys get to look for Dracula?” Anya asked annoyed.
Buffy and Anya were sitting on the couch while Xander paced around his basement room.
“I mean, just because I”m…” Anya began.
“What time is it?” Xander interrupted.
Anya checked her watch, “Uh, almost six.” She stood up so she was standing in front of an open closet door. “Look, I mean, I”m the one who knows him, I-I”m the one who had a really good look at him, and so, I mean, what…”
Xander pushed her into the closet and shut the door.
“Hey! What?” Anya called.
Xander put a chair under the doorknob to hold it shut. Anya was banging on the door and yelling. Buffy sat oblivious through all of it.
Xander turned to Buffy.
“I”m supposed to deliver you to the master now.” Xander said, still talking too fast.
Buffy looked up at him.
“There”s this whole deal where I get to be immortal. You cool with that?” Xander asked.
“Take me to him.” Buffy said, almost monotone.
She stood. Anya was pounding and yelling.
Xander and Buffy walked up to the castle in the dark, they walked up the steps.
The inside of the castle had the typical wooden furnishings. There were torches and candles everywhere. Xander led Buffy in.
“Master? I deliver the Slayer. She who you most desire.”
Buffy walked in behind him, still looking kind of catatonic. Xander gave a little bow.
“Sorry, whom.”
Dracula was standing by the fireplace, wearing black pants, red shirt and a black vest. He turned slowly.
“So now comes the immortality, right? You do the thing, and…” Xander said.
“Leave us.”
Xander stopped talking.
“We must not be interrupted.” Dracula said.
“You bet.” Xander said and left.
Buffy and Dracula stared at each other across a long table.
“I knew you”d come.” Dracula said.
“Why? Because I”m under your thrall?” Buffy asked and whipped out Mister Pointy and dropped the dazed expression. “Well, guess again, pal.”
“Put the stake down.” Dracula said.
“Okay.” Buffy put it down, then looked at her hand in surprise. “Right. That … was not … you.” Buffy was unconvinced. “I did that. I did that because … I wanted to.”
Dracula watched her.
“Maybe I should rethink that thrall thing.” Buffy looked around nervously and gave a little whimper.
Michael and Giles walked up to Dracula”s castle.
“I”ve lived in Sunnydale a couple of years now. Know what I”ve never noticed before?” Michael asked.
“Uh, a castle?” Giles offered.
“A big honking castle.” Michael confirmed.
They walked toward it.
Michael and Giles opened the castle door and entered, looking around. Michael pointed down one hallway. Giles nodded and went down it. Michael went the other way.
Neither of them saw a woman with yellow eyes and vampire teeth peeking out from the shadows, smiling.
“Stay away from me.” Buffy said.
She was frightened, none of her enemies had ever had this much power over her. If she couldn”t resist Dracula, then this could be the end of her.
“Are you afraid I will bite you?” Dracula walked slowly toward her. “Slayer, that”s why you came.”
“No. Last night … it”s not gonna happen again.”
Still walking toward her Dracula said, “Stop me. Stake me.”
Backing up a little Buffy said, “I…” she glanced at stake on the table. “Any minute now.”
“Do you know why you cannot resist?” Dracula asked.
“Cause you”re famous?”
“Because you do not want to.”
Buffy shook her head nervously, “My friends…”
“They”re here.”
Buffy looked at Dracula in surprise.
“They will not find us. We are alone.”
Buffy looked anxious.
“Always alone.”
Buffy continued to look anxious.
Dracula began to circle around her, “There is so much I have to teach you. Your history, your power … what your body is capable of…”
Buffy shook her head, “I don”t need to know.”
“You long to. And you will have eternity to discover yourself.” He came back around in front to face her. “But first … a little taste.”
“I won”t let you.”
“I didn”t mean for me.”
Buffy looked determined and resolute.
Michael moved through the dark hallways. He tried a door but it was locked. He turned away, but then the door opens and Xander came out.
“Nobody harms my master.” Xander said.
“Your master?” Michael asked.
“You want him? You come through me.”
Michael punched Xander in the face. He fell down.
“Okey-dokey.”
Michael stepped over Xander and went through the door.
Giles walked through another part of the castle. He tried a door and it opened. He stepped into the darkness beyond and fell off a ledge to the floor some eight feet below.
“Oh, good show, Giles. Uhh… at least you didn”t get knocked out for a change.” Giles said to himself. He turned over on his back with a groan. “Oh … oh, ladies.”
Three vampire women appeared and began crawling over him.
“You would … be the three sisters, yes?”
They began kissing his cheek and rubbing his chest.
“E-excellent, right. Uh, I”d heard that you were myth … obviously erroneous.”
One of them ripped his shirt open and began caressing him.
“Aah! Ooh, that”s, uh, that, uh…”he giggled “Tickles! Ooh, uh… oh, dear god.”
Dracula held up his arm and rolled up the sleeve.
“What are you…” Buffy began.
“All those years fighting us. Your power so near to our own…” he cut his arm with a fingernail till blood welled up. “…and you”ve never once wanted to know what it is that we fight for?” He held his arm out to Buffy. “Never even a taste?”
Buffy looked conflicted, “If I drink that…”
“I have not drunk enough for you to change. You must be near death to become one of us. And that comes only when you plead for it.”
Buffy stared at his wrist, “I”m not hungry.”
“No. Your craving goes deeper than that.”
Buffy stared at him.
Whispering Dracula said, “You think you know … what you are … what”s to come. You haven”t even begun.”
Buffy remembered that she had heard this before, in a dream, Tara had said it to her.
Buffy looked at his arm, at his face. She took his hand in both of hers and put her mouth on his bloody wrist.
“Find it. The darkness. Find your true nature.”
Buffy”s eyes were wide.
Buffy saw a very quick series of shots flashing in her mind. Most were of her fighting, but some were of the First Slayer. She also saw a vein with blood corpuscles rushing through it.
Buffy lifted her head.
Softly Buffy said, “Wow.”
She suddenly shoved out her hand and pushed Dracula away. He landed on the table and slid across it on his back.
“That was gross.” Buffy said, completely normal again.
She walked forward as Dracula got to his feet.
“You are resisting.” Dracula said.
“Looks like.”
“Come here. Come to me.” He held out his hand.
“You know, I really think the thrall has gone out of our relationship. But I want to thank you for opening up my eyes a little.”
“What is this?”
“My true nature. You want a taste?”
Dracula growled and lunged at her. She jumped over his head, whirled round, kicked him, punched him twice, and kicked him into a wall. He span back, grabbed her arm, punched her and flung her across the room. She landed on the table on her back.
Michael walked up to an open door.
“Buffy? Are you in…” Michael stopped himself before falling into the pit. “Giles! Giles!”
Michael pulled out a cross and held it up. The three female vampires hissed and slunk away. Michael tossed the cross to Giles, who caught it.
“Come on, come on. Grab my hand.” Michael said.
“Thank God you came.”
“Come on!”
“There was no possible escape.” Giles said just standing and looking at Michael.
Still staring back toward the sisters, Giles took Michael”s hand and Michael pulled him up. Giles noticed his foot has only a sock on it.
“Oh, my shoe.” Giles pointed back into the pit. “Silly me, I”ll just pop…”
“No Giles!” Michael pulled him away. “No more chick pit for you. Come on.”
They get up and move off down the hall.
Buffy ran across the room. She barrelled into Dracula and they fell to the floor, rolling. He was on top. Dracula punched her, Buffy punched him, then she grabbed his shirt and flipped him over. Now she was on top. Buffy punched him a few times. Then Dracula caught her fist and flung her off him. He was grinning. They both got up, grab each other and fell down again. Buffy was on top. She brought both her hands down but Dracula blocked and flung her away again. She flew backward and hit the wall. Buffy stood up again, she grabs him, he flipped her across the table and then jumped onto it. Buffy hit him with a chair and then swept his feet out from under him. Dracula punched her. Buffy grabbed a torch and he rolled away just as she hit the table with it. They faced each other across the table.
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