"Wake up, Kathryne dear…" the voice of the Master floated into her ears, stirring the young woman from fitful sleep. Her dark eyes fluttered open, her body recoiling reflexively at the sight of Darla and the Master before her. Pulling weakly on her bonds, she squirmed against the cold table.

"Now, now, child. Don’t start that." The bald headed demon walked to the side of the table, running one wrinkled finger over her skin. The creamy flesh still held bruises from Darla’s beating. Screwing her eyes shut, Kathryne tried to block out the crawling sensations taking her over. But it was to no avail.

"Close not your eyes… we have a surprise for you. Excited?"

Kathryne forced her eyes open, looking at Darla. But the blonde vampire’s face revealed nothing. She simply stood, her arms crossed over her breasts, looking on.

The young woman lay on the table, feeling the familiar coldness press against her back. The soreness from the whipping, the savagery to her most private of parts still lingered. But she still had fire within. And it was this fire which caused her to push out her lower lip in defiance, refusing to answer the old vampire.

The Master chuckled, a smile coming to his wrinkled face. "Well then. I’ll just show you the surprise, and you can then tell me what you think." Sliding his hand absently over her stomach, he left the table area, and joined Darla.

"Angelus?" He inquired into the dark. "Bring out Kathryne’s surprise."

Kathryne peered into the dark, trying to make out the advancing shape. Suddenly Angelus emerged from the dark, a smirk on his face. As she watched, he dragged a large, amorphous bundle with him. Kathryne’s eyes went wide at the sight of it. Tossing it to the floor, Angelus untied the rough string binding it shut. Kathryne strained her neck, trying to see the action at the foot of the table. But it was to no avail. Her ears picked up the sounds of muffled grunts and sighs, as Angelus struggled with the bundle. Finally, he popped back up.

"The surprise is ready for her… I can smell her anticipation." Angelus licked his lips, then glanced at the Master. The white skinned vampire waved a hand at Angelus, beckoning him to do his will.

Angelus smiled broadly, walking towards the trembling girl on the table. Snaking his tongue out, he licked her stomach. Then he trailed his saliva coated tongue over her skin, leaving a path of shimmering wetness on her body. He moved over her breasts, nipping at her nipples, licking in her cleavage. Kathryne shut her eyes tightly, attempting to ignore the creepy feeling of him. Angelus grazed her shoulders, tapping his tongue lightly on her pulsating vein at the base of her neck. Swirling his tongue around, he moved to the dip under her chin, caressing and teasing upwards. He licked slowly over her chin, touching her lips lightly. She caught her breath, fear freezing her body, betraying lust spreading from her groin.

Suddenly, Angelus thrust his tongue into her mouth, pounding his lips on hers, squashing them down. What might have been a kiss turned into an oral rape; his tongue probed further into her mouth, touching the back of her throat, filling her mouth with it’s pulsating wetness. She gagged, arching her back, trying to knock him off of her. But he grabbed the table and forced her back down, enveloping her mouth with his, sucking the air out of her. Kathryne felt lightheaded, the air loss combined with her bruising lips sending her face into a state of magenta. Finally, he pulled off, his mouth glistening with moisture. She gasped, gulping in air frantically, filling her tortured lungs.

Wiping his lips with the back of his sleeve, Angelus laughed in her general direction. Turning, he then moved back to the foot of the table. Kathryne moved her lips around some, wincing at the pain.

"Now, my sweet, silent child," the Master said, "Time for your surprise."

Angelus stood up swiftly, his hands still below the table. As Kathryne watched, the vampire pulled a woman up by her long, dark hair. Holding her off of the ground, Angelus smiled at Kathryne.

"Surprised?"

Kathryne stared in wide eyed horror at the woman, the pale, soot stained cheeks, the strands of dark hair, so much like her own. A tortured whisper escaped her throat… "Mother…?"

Deep, midnight blue eyes fluttered open, a painful haze coating them. "Kathryne darling? Wha-?" The woman shrieked in pain as Angelus shook her roughly, by the hair.

"Mother!" Kathryne pulled at her bonds as hard as she could, muscles standing out in her neck, face bright red with exertion. But the ropes still held firm. She struggled valiantly, trying desperately to free herself, to help her mother, but to no avail.

Angelus laughed out loud, while Darla and the Master looked on in amusement. As the woman in his hands cried out in pain, Angelus turned to the others. The Master glanced at the red faced girl on the table, and nodded his consent.

"Well Kathryne, I see you’ve enjoyed your surprise. So now she has no more use…" Grabbing the mother by her neck, Angelus twisted his hands quickly, snapping her neck.

Kathryne let out a scream, from the depths of her stomach, howling in grief and shock. It echoed in the room, her blue eyes glazed over with misery. The scream went on and on, reverberating in the dark, filling the room with her agony. Angelus tossed the body on the floor, and strode out, followed shortly by the other vampires.

Yet Kathryne kept screaming, thrashing in her bonds. Her voice eventually went hoarse, but still she screamed.