Written September 7, 1999
Disclaimer: ‘Buffy the Vampire Slayer’ belong to the WB network, Mutant Enemy, and the master himself, Joss Whedon. So, please try not to sue me.
Feedback: semi_sweet_16@hotmail.com
Rating: NC-17. My first really dirty story.
Characters: Drew/Shawn, Buffy and Angel.
Summary: Drew and Shawn are two lovers. If you thought Spike and Drusilla were bad. Well, I’ll let you read for yourself.
Content: Very rough. Some blood play. Enjoy!
Denotes ( ) inner thoughts.
January 17,1810
Drewlyn walked through the crowded streets of London, searching for milk to feed her family. The bitter winter wind tore at her face. Her older sister decided to walk with her, so she wouldn’t run off again.
“Drewlyn, my dear sister, I know your birthday is approaching and I was wondering, what would you like?” her sister asked as she held her scarf around her face. “Well, I’m only ten…maybe I could have a pretty porcelain doll with bright rosy cheeks and-” “Stop dreaming, Drewlyn. We don’t have enough pounds to pay for house and board.” “Dyana, I’m only a child. A child need things like that” Drewlyn said. “I’m glad you realize that you are a child. You should be ashamed of yourself for thinking about yourself, when our family is suffering” Dyana replied. Drewlyn didn’t respond, fearing of having her sister lecture her about thinking about herself when first priority should be family.
The crowded streets were filled with merchants selling cheese, fish, of the finest clothing material that were made. They reached the market and gave a street merchant one pound to buy milk and made their way back home through the dark streets.
January 20, 1820
Another cold day; Drewlyn went into the local pub to help her aunt with work. Dishes were packed in the kitchen. “Ah, finally, Drewlyn, help me with these things.” “Aye, miss” Drewlyn replied with a thick English accent.
As night crept up behind her, Drewlyn heard a noise outside the door leading to the alleyway. She slowly moved toward the door and opened it. “Who is there?” she asked. Waiting for a reply, she asked again. “Who is there? If you don’t show yourself, I shall be forced to call the Constable!” she shouted.
“Miss, I am not going to hurt you. There is no need to call the Constable,” a man said. She couldn’t see the figure’s face, but as he slowly came into the dim light. “Who are you?” Drewlyn asked as she backed away. “I’m Angelus. I was searching for something to eat. Perhaps, you can help me” Angelus said.
She saw a face of an angel. A person who could do no harm to her, even if he tried. “Well, come on in, but be quick about it” she said closing the door behind him.
Angelus had not eaten in two days and from the looks of things, his hunger strike was about to end shortly. As he sat down at a table near the kitchen door, his wild dark eyes roamed over Drewlyn’s body. Her dark red, curly hair, seemed to go on endlessly, breasts so voluptuous that they petruded through the soft material that secured them. (She’s a pretty, little bitch. Too bad I have to kill her) he thought as she turned around to face him.
As soon as her back was turned, Angelus quietly rose from the wooden stool and lightly crept up behind Drewlyn. With his face transformed into it’s horrible visage he quickly bit down on the right side of her neck. Tasting the pure innocence of her blood coursing through his body, gave Angelus a wicked hard-on.
Drewlyn slowly sank to the floor, trying to push Angelus off of her. Angelus slowly drank, savouring the moment, like a fine wine. Suddenly, he pulled away and said “I just drank your blood, now you’re going to drink mine,” Angelus said as he pulled on his shirtsleeve. Angelus quickly grabbed a knife and cut his wrist. He let liquid drip over Drewlyn’s face. Stained lips of blood as she licked the liquid off her lips and on her tongue. At first she drank savagely, but she felt weak and lapsed into unconsciousness.
Buffy woke up in Angel's arms, slowly trying to regain her strength, after a five-hour fuck fest she had with Angel. Buffy slowly moved the black-satin covers from her body, when Angel quickly grabbed her arms and pulled her against his hard body. "Just exactly, where do you think you're going?" he asked trying to get a good grip on her. "I have to do some training with Giles. Besides, you are in my bed, and what do you suppose I do?" Buffy said, finally breaking Angel's hold. "Well, we can go for two out of three again. I mean, that's if you can keep up this time" Angel said as he kissed her right ear. "You know, sometimes, you can be a real asshole, Angel" Buffy said jokingly. "Yeah, I know, but you know I'm the man when it comes to makin' love to you." "Whatever."
"Oh, you don't believe me. Shall we rehearse to see which one of us can withstand the pleasure of being fucked by each other." "I can't, honey. I have to meet Giles at the library soon. Can we take a raincheck?" Buffy asked, while slowly turning over to straddle Angel. "Well, I don't know, it seems you put yourself in a peculiar position, which I can take advantage of you." "Please, I'll be back shortly, I promise" Buffy replied, slowly drawing her mouth against Angel's.
Buffy put her black denim jeans and a silk red long sleeve shirt. Angel watched as Buffy looked in the mirror to see if she was dressed well. His cock began to awake from it's somber sleep and made it's appearance known. "I see someone is getting hard because I'm dressing in front of them" Buffy said as she put a black barette in her golden hair. "So?" Angel simply responded. "Well, I'll come back and finish 'round 2' with you." "All right."
With that notion, Buffy grabbed her bag and slipped out of her window. Angel turned on the t.v. and flipped through the channels. "Oh, good. Finally, I can watch the 'Spice Channel'. Whoo! Thank you, Xander" Angel said as he watched two females engaged in oral sex. "It's going to be a long night." Angel said as he grabbed his cock and began jerking it.
"So, Giles, what do you want me to do? Practice fights or studying books?" Buffy asked, trying not to sound to angry at Giles. "Buffy, we won't practice tonight. I have something to show you." Giles opened a big, dusty, old book, containing ancient demons that had existed even back in the 1700's. "Giles, what is it, that couldn't wait 'till tomorrow?" Buffy asked, walking toward Giles as he sat down and looked at the book.
Giles flipped through the book and found what he was looking for. He turned the page, to a couple that looked scarier than Spike and Drusilla. "Who are they?" Buffy asked. "They are two of the worst vampires ever created. The girl is Drew and the boy is to believe to be her boyfriend, Shawn. They are the most ruthless vampires, that ever walked this earth, Buffy." "Good, so when do I meet them?" Buffy asked in a nonchanlant tone that slightly irritated Giles. "Buffy, they torture Slayers and all that stand in their path. They make Spike and Drusilla look like 'Jesus Christ Superstar' here" Giles said as he looked directly into Buffy's blue eyes. For the first time Buffy could see the seriousness in his eyes, but also sensed something else also gnawed at him.
"Buffy, there is something else I must tell you about them, especially about Drew." "Well, what is it? I mean, what is she? A vampire with a strict diet of 'slim fast' milkshake and a human liver for protein, to keep in shape." "Angel is her Sire" Giles said directly, it seemed to almost knock him out of the chair in the process. "You got to be kidding, Giles. I mean, Angel told me that Drusilla was his only-" "She's not. Angel just made Drew because of the fact of she being more use to anybody dead than alive. Angelus didn't care if she lived or died, only to give himself a slave." "This can't be fuckin' true. He lied to me, Giles. I thought he was telling me the truth about he was only Sire to Drusilla. That bastard!" Buffy charged towards the library doors ans swung them open. "Buffy, wait a minute" Giles said as he stood up to run after her, but realized she was already gone.
"You fuckin' lied to me!" Buffy said as she punched Angel in his jaw. He fell back on the bed naked and bleeding from his bottom lip. "What are you talking about, Buffy?" Angel asked while wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth. "You told me that you are the Sire to Spike and Drusilla. Now, Giles tells me that there's two more. Drew and Shawn ring any bells for you?" she asked. Buffy was angry, but she still wanted to know, what was the reason that made him lie. Angel stood up quickly, still feeling the effects of the punch she had landed on the left side of his face. "Buffy, Drew and Shawn... I am their Sire. I created them just because of the thrill, the bloodlust that I-that Angelus craved for. Drew and Shawn are the most vicious and terrifying vampires that I ever had the pleasure of knowing" Angel paused to see the look in Buffy's eyes. The rage burning in their dark depths. An infierno that screamed anger and resentment. "You are the reason why Spike and Drusilla were so bent out of shape. You brought that fuckin' twisted sister and her fuckin' sicko boyfriend to Sunnydale!" "Buffy, it's not even like that. Why are you acting like a bitch over this?!" Angel asked.
"I'll show you bitch, you motherfuckin', cocksucker!" Buffy took Angel's clothes that lied on the floor and tossed them out of her window. "Are you fucking insane?" "No, I'm just pissed the fuck off. Now, get your fuckin' ass out of my damn house, before I opened a fresh can of whoop-ass all over your pale, skinny ass!" Buffy roared. It was like she was possessed by the devil himself. "Are you crazy, Buffy?"
