The Blessing
The Blessing.
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Faith, Buffy and Annie all walked towards the Library. It wasn't the usual gathering as 'A', 'B', and 'F' just weren't all-together five-by-five y'know. Though under recent events the three had grown somewhat tolerant of each other. For the most part though, Annie and Faith were growing slightly apart lately. It wasn't a direct intention, but more an instinctive need to get used to the idea of Faith being a Hybrid.
The three entered into their Nighttime sanctuary. Things were different now. Faith had little love for Buffy and it was seeming as the blonde was taking 'A' away from her. 'Fuck it' was her first thought, but she could never abandon her "twin" to Buffy. She just needed some me time and so did Annie. A moments reclusiveness is what this situation called for, so she did the first thing she could react with. "I...you guys go on ahead. I've gotta get something from the basement." Faith's words were almost too blunt to believe. Annie and Buff knew who was in the basement and neither of them liked the 'person' down there.
They should've stopped her and shouted 'No don't go Faith. We love you too much to be around that thing!' but in their delusional state of yapping, the simply waved and in synch replied "Yeah, okay see you." It had to be painful for Faith to be dejected as such. Yet she's too tough to show it. She's Faith! Bitch Queen and has no emotion...right? Well none that she'd openly admit to as she tried not to hurry down the halls towards the Basement. When she arrived at the door which is never opened by anyone uninvited, Faith drew herself through the door quickly and down the stairs. She's not afraid of the thing down there, far from it. But the Basement is a dark realm with dark magic floating about. Not to mention its way too fucking scary for anyone else to follow her and see her cry.
As she slowed her steps near the bottom of the unnaturally long, stone stairway Faith looked about the mystically retrofitted dungeon environment. Its the way he liked it. Medieval and spooky. She can't say it doesn't suit him, she just prays he's not there. She's not in the mood for his ancient rhetoric...aka Bullshit. So far so good, she doesn't smell the big scary mother. Then again if he's sleeping she wouldn't would she? After all his black magic is not really something that well known around their group, save for Annie and Amy. She stepped slowly her harley-boots clicking with resounding thuds against the cobblestone floor. ~Don't be in here you fuck...don't be...~ "Oh shit..."
Its actually amazing to see Faith startled, and that she is as she spins on her heels to leave the dark realm. She wants to burst up the stairs and back to her Annie's arms. Her wishes fail her as she's face to chest with the wall of a vampire, Priest! He was wearing his usual black worn leather pants and knee high hunting boots. His chest was covered in a renn-faire style white fencing shirt though much larger for his stature's needs. His luciously long black locks tied back in a sharp tail he looked down upon the fledgeling slayer with his dark red eyes.
"I....um...." Faith stammered. Its not her game to act nervous. Hell she'd kill anyone who ever saw it! This is Priest tho, a man equal in power to few she's met. A near Century old man who's brought death and fear to countless demons around the world. Okay so he's mildly impressive in legend, but its his imposing presence, the fact that she's seen him in action, and not to mention his stifling lips. Trembling sometimes she's seen, but its anticipation. His lust for blood and violence. The bringer of the Holy Death stands before her silently and it makes her shiver.
"Its unbecoming..."
"Wh..what?"
"This mockery you're pretending to be..."
"Eh? FUCK YOU asshole. I'm not preten-" She's silenced simply by the glare he gives her. She's only known Priest a short time and so far everyone he's come in contact with either respects him, fears him, or dies at his hand...except Annie he likes her spunk. Or maybe he knows her magic rivals and maybe exceeds his own. Either direction is irrelevant, this moment is between the Slayer and the Hunter.
"Yes..." He sidesteps the young girl and walks over to his bed laying down his sword and bow. He's known to use telepathy at times, but she didn't feel it this moment. Something strange about Priest, he's so demonic. Part man, part vampire with a demonic aura....yet human is not so rare with him. At times he can appear as a father to the group, or as the childishly giddy demon hunter who enjoys killing far, far too much. This moment in time. Their moment he is something else all together. He seems so young to her. So fresh. Yes he probably just killed something.
"Yes what?" She had to blink at his recognition of inquiry before it was even uttered.
"Yes you may stay as long as you need to." He turned his head over to her for only a second, but she still caught that one rarity that only Amy has seen. He smiled! It was a little turn of the cheek, but with a man with only frown lines, you can tell what a smile looks like from him. She found herself in a time of embarassment as she just stood there grinning like a child at Santa.
"How did you know?" It was a silly question really. She knew him far better than she'd have admitted before this moment. Priest leaves the young ones to themselves for one reason only. He cares. He listens to them during the day when he hides from the sun. He's there watching when they go out at night hunting. Ever vigilante he is in fact their guardian angel and he knows Faith's needs right now. He is fully aware of the time she needs to become herself again and without hesitation he is willing to give her what she wants. "Would you...I mean I know your dark, scary guy and all but..."
"Do I talk? Yes I can very well thankyou. But before you reply with one of your explicits or a witty remark. Come sit with me and you may talk. For that is truly what you need is it not? Some objective ear to recieve your day's woes? A party outside of your precious circle to listen to you when you have so much to say about yourself....to yourself?"
"Man...you scare me sometimes." She flashed another one of her patented sexy, precious grins. Following his offer she goes and sits on his weapons trunk at the foot of his large black silk sheeted bed. "So...let me ask you this. Ever been so close to someone that you feel like...I dunno, you're part of them and vice versa?"
"Undoubtedly." He turned away from her a moment and removed his large white shirt. Despite his age and obvious seniority of facial features his body was amazing. Rippling like blown glass into the mountainous form he wears like a deity. Faith had to force herself to look away and not gawk. "My Isabelle."
She winced at the thought. Amy'd told her the story of his dead wife. It was such a touching, if not bloody story. "Well...um...what'd you do when you lose someone that close to someone else who came into your live almost invasively stealing that person from you?"
He turned again facing her and dropped onto the bed his arms crossing the great expanse of his chest. He'd already shaken off his boots and his feet crossed in thought. "Well first I ripped his eyes out then raped what remained of his bloody skull. After finding my soul rested with his demeaning end I devoured his heart and become a full demon losing all touch with the world around me, thusly proving once and for all I am no longer the being I was before the darkness."
"oookay, TMI beyond belief but point taken. So I should go Fuck Buffinator's head?" She cocked an intrigued eyebrow at the thought.
"Not that my human self isn't completely taken by the thought of witnessing such an eroticly lethal act, I don't believe your situation was as extreme as my own. Tell me more and I shall give my judgement." He closed his eyes as she related the tale of recent events leading Faith to her current suspicions of Buffy's thievery. "Faith..." It was in fact the first time she'd heard him speak her name. "You are so adorable...humans that is."
"Ex-cuse me dark, brooding anti-social loser guy?" She nearly slapped herself for that Cordelia-possessed reply, but let it slide as she was almost offended by his amusement at her pains.
"You take a moment of expanding life and seek only the darker side of things, do you not?" He sat up laying his hands on his knees.
"You should be one to talk..." She crawled up onto his bed and knelt near his feet. Her hands placed on top of his she traced the scars on his fingers. "YOU Mr.Kill anything that moves, needs to look into a mirror and see what darkness is. I mean c'mon, most people cry sometimes at sad things. You? Neeevver. You get all macho tough guy shit on and pretend like nothing bothers you. If that ain't dark I dunno what is." She puffed up acting like Hans and Frans from SNL. And followed by a schwarzenegger voice impression. "You need to lighten up little girly vamp." She grinned, though half-expecting to get slapped.
Not all all what she expected he just falls back and roars with laughter. Dear god he's possessed isn't he? He's laughing. "I am undone Faith. You have struck me with your prophetic words bringing about the light of the sun and burned me where I lay." He was forced to wipe tears from his eyes and laid back on his lush pillow arrangement. His tongue thoughtfully played along his ever-present fangs. "Heh...slayerling, I believe you have the answers you seek already. I'm just your emotional sack to punch on when you need your moments venting." It was a long pause. Almost tension filled then he continued, "But I am here always little one. I'll listen if you need it, but I highly recommend you find something to do with yourself...a hobby perhaps to keep your mind level when dealing with Andromeda's new friends."
Now you must realize that Priest has his vampiric senses toting along with his demon aura created by black gypsy magic so to effectively surprise him is a feet for celestial beings to strive for. Imagine the shock he must be feeling that Faith just did that particular impossible act. She surprised him quite well actually when she crawled up his muscular body and lay on him. Her hands on his chest elbows bent so that she can bunch up her ample breasts for a beautifully seductive showing to Priest's eyes. Bewildered he just stares into her eyes. "I...what are you doing?"
"Taking up a hobby." Her voice a delicious whisper, Faith's lips soon pressed warm against his. Again she expected to be slapped but she didn't care. This victory was her's and her's alone. Then she felt her lips spread as his tongue entered her mouth and he was kissing her back passionately. Okay so maybe it wasn't her's alone. She moaned a little pleasurable sound when he reached around her grabbing tight to her rear.
Her hands roved his chest and sides, her lips danced with his as did her own tongue. Faith was no newcomer to making love, but this was different. This wasn't a boy she was breaking...it was a man looking to pleasure her in a way she'd never had. Passion, lust, fever were things she knew but he wanted her. It was an emotional downpour to realize that someone was interested in her and not the body. But for now her body was his to do with as he pleased the likewise with his to her.
Rolling a leg over him, she's now straddled her demon vampire, nails raking his pale torso. His clawed fingers gently glided up her front side massaging her chest. Closing her eyes, Faith's bottom lip trembled with anticipation. Then in a throw of tension she tossed her hands down and yanked the tight brown shirt from her curvation body. She was lazy dressing this morning and it wasn't a bad thing at this moment as her bare chest needed no stripping of brazziere. She pounded her upper body down on top of his own bare chest rubbing her stiffening nipples along the soft skin of her counterpart.
Closing his own eyes, Priest's lower body began to feel something he had not felt in over 94 years. She felt it too. The stiffening pressure felt in her underside. A momentary grin crossed her face and she licked his lips. Gliding down his body she drags her nails in short following to her tongue which carresses a moist line along his muscles. Standing up her chest swaying in a little seductive dance, Faith sucks a finger then trickles the wet tip along her breasts. The slayerling's free hand ran down the center of her torso and played along her groin teasing at the low hip-set button fly jeans. Each little trick of her hips left then right and she's slipped open another button.
Priest's claws gripped into the sheets as he began burning with his want for her. His dangerous need as his cold skin turned fevered. He watched in agonizing torment as he sexy dance made him so hungry for her. His eyes don't leave her as she kicks her downed jeans from the bed. Again her laziness has made less work for them as her shaved beauty is before him. A sleek body as he'd imagined since he met Faith, he's almost in pain due to his awaiting pressures.
Faith ducked down in a very cat-like pouncing pose. On her elbows and knees her face leaned towards the juncture of his body. The Apex of his passion throbbing for her she nibbled at the taut abdomen just below his pierced navel. Strange she hand't noticed his piercings before, but this is indeed the first time she's been intimately close to him. Her sharp teeth wrapped on the belt line of his leather pants, Faith yanked open the single button then pulled her head down releasing the part of him she herself had imagined. Perhaps its the demon in him but she is overly joyed at the sight of it. He was indeed going to pleasure her like none before. But first she wants to tease a little, making sure he knew she was going to pleasure him as best she can in return.
The vampire demon had known pleasure only in killing for near a century. This the feeling when she wrapped her mouth over him and bobbed her head in slow synchronized movements far surpasssed any pleasured he'd felt in those bloody times. She worked him around in her mouth using her tongue with powerful lust-feeding technique. His head threw back against his pillows and his hands reached down stroking her hair... "Dear...lord.."
She lifted her head and grinned to him. "Oh no sweetheart...not even he can save you now." She lowered again and continued her oral pleasures for some moments longer deepthroating him with his groans a signal she had found his spots easily.
As he groaned out a broken cry of enjoyment she slithered up his body, dragging her breast on him. Once up near his face she bit onto his lip and kicked his pants from him with her little feet. "I want you in me, Priest." She giggled with excitement and rubbed the soft, moist awaiting folds against his throbbing and saliva covered self. "Take me...now"
He did not fight the moment, though his crimson eyes flashed a sensation of regret. It was soon washed over by passion as he rolled her over onto her back and ever-so-gently pushed her knees apart and up towards her chest. He knew of his own size and wished to avoid hurting her, thus he needed her to spread as wide as she could. When sure she'd reached her peak welcoming, he pushed into her with loving care. Faith even at this, the start let out a cry. He stopped a moment worried for her condition. "No...please don't stop...fuck me Priest...and do it..hard." He closed his eyes and braced his hands at her sides. Then in one painfully erotic thrust he was in her to the hilt. She whimpered and writhed but smiled despite the hurt.
Faith wrapped her legs around his thick body as best she could and with a free hand reached under him and played with his genitalia. He groaned with increased pleasure as he followed her direction and filled her thickly with each pounding thrust. She tossed and turned her head in agonizing lust as she could actually feel a first climax approaching. Scratching her nails across his rippled stomach, Faith let out a scream of ecstacy as he rammed into her body and she came on him inside her. For now he was nowhere near done and the extra liquid now let him ride smoother with her warm bareness.
His body like Faith's was racked with joy in each titanic movement of his body into her's. The night drew longer as their passions tossed about on his exotic bed. Bending and twisting each other to the ends of know techniques and beyond, their pleasures have been unmatched throughout history. In his final climax in her, she squeeled out happily taking all he had to offer into her.
Its been several hours since their last peaking and she's watching him sleep. He's not turned invisible nor has he left her side. Her legs entwined with his, their naked bodies cuddled close in their post-rapture bliss. Faith was content for once in so long. Sexual pleasure was not simply the be all and end all of their time together, but in fact she was happy to know she spent it with someone who understands her. Someone she could be with despite what she is...perhaps even now she may be falling for her vampire companion. But what did he feel? Was this the same for him in their brief time of companionship? It was a question for when they awoke. Right now she wanted to sleep next to her new lover and dream of better times.
Nuzzling her cheek against his chest, Faith did indeed dream of her better days. Times when in fact she just didn't feel alone. She and Annie, five-by-five. Sharing ice cream and laughs. Training to be what they became and suddenly she realized that in her fantasies of recollection there is a man passing each turning point in her life. Sometimes obvious but most times in some faceless crowd. Priest! He'd been watching her, her whole life. Was this dream of recollection or simply fabricated of her heart's suspicions...she had to know.
Faith sat bolt upright shaking as she looked around the library. Giles looked over to her as did Annie and Amy. "Are you alright, dear?" Giles inquired sincerely concerned. "Did you have a bad dream?"
She gave no reply. Simply a dread and gasping filled her as she dashed from the stairs where she'd awoke. Her running steps took her in slow motion past the moonlit windows and down the hall. She was screaming in her mind. Pain filled horrified blasts filled the ears of her thoughts as she reached the basement door. Swinging it wide she stopped silent seeing the cement floor, filing cabinets and the heating system. A few roaches skittered across the floor and Faith fell to her knees in the doorway.
Annie slid to a stop and lifted Faith's face to look at her. "Girl, you okay?" she asked. It didn't take her long to know the answer, seeing Faith's eyes swollen with tears and her chest heaving with sobs.
"He's gone 'A'....he left me..." her trembling hands reached up and embraced her beloved Annie.
"Who's gone? Who left?" Annie's face though not seen by Faith, shown true confusion and concern for her troubled friend.
"Priest...we...and I...but he left!" Her coherent thoughts leaving her as she sobs harder into Annie's shoulder.
"Faith, hun...who the hell is Priest?" She pulled away from Faith and stared into her eyes fraught with distress with the slayerling's babbling.
"But...you hate him..Priest...you...oh god...it was a dr-" She just goes silent and buries her face into Annie's shoulder and cries a good long while. She's hurting so bad now...the moments, the passion and it was all swept away with the batting of an awaking eye.
Our scene switches the the football field on the other side of school. A figure walks cloaked in a black duster, sword strapped over his shoulder and hood drawn over his head.
"Farewell my love...may you find another..." And he is gone into the night...
The End.