The vampire spat blood as he was slammed to the ground, the shadowy figure looking down at him coldly. "Is that all you got?" she asked, the young woman's black hair flowing like a wave around her. She wore a simple black dress, leather boots and gloves complimenting her bone pale skin. "Drusilla," he whimpered, trying to rise, "I didn't mean anything by..." "Shut up," Drusilla said coldly, kicking him in the back of the head and slamming his face into the cement floor. With a smooth move she took a broken piece of chair and plunged into him from behind, turning him into dust. The other vampires milled about nervously, looking at her in fear as Drusilla rose, casting the piece of wood aside confidently. There was a feral dangerousness to her, the madness that had once tainted the pretty young girl was gone, replaced by much darker impulses. She had arrived only days ago, but already she commanded much of the city's vampires by sheer power and intimidation. Drusilla swept the room as she said, "I didn't like him threatening my precious one, and I hope the rest of you learned that lesson well." The soft sound of heels on stone came from the shadows and she appeared, slinking from the dark to stand closely beside Drusilla. "It's all right, love," Amy smiled, her blonde hair flowing over her shoulders, fangs gleaming, "though I appreciate it." Drusilla cupped the other woman's face, drawing her near for a kiss. They separated a moment later, a smile flickering across Dru's face as she murmured, "I remember when you burned Spike, it was so exciting." "I was sorry about that," Amy answered gently, "I didn't MEAN to destroy him like that." She chuckled softly, "I do think things turned out for the best, though." "Oh yes," Dru purred as Amy stroked her body. She turned her gaze to the gawking vampires who still gazed on, "Get going, find what you can on the Slayers and their allies." Amy rested her hand on Dru's bottom, squeezing possessively. "And tell me more about Willow," she agreed, "I want to meet my sire once again." The vampires quickly left, obeying the wills of their new mistresses, even as the two women stood in the long abandoned factory. "We'll need to find a better den," Dru moaned as hands cupped her round breasts, tugging harshly on her pointy nipples, "the Slayers will come here first, when we send the drones out." "We have surprises waiting for them," Amy reassured her as they moved to a back room, the scent of blood lingering in the air, "and weapons they won't expect." "Mmmmph!" the redheaded girl made a muffled sound, her mouth sealed by a black ball gag, leather bonds tying her to the mattress in the middle of the room. "You brought me a present!" Dru exclaimed. Amy chuckled softly, "Only the best for you, m'love." She dropped her voice a bit as she revealed, "She hasn't been bled yet, either, fresh for you." "Ohhh," Dru purred, licking her lips as the girl on the bed began to struggle more violently. She took a half step forward the stopped, smiling at Amy, "Would you like to share?" Amy smiled happily, following Dru over to the bed. Dru slid in front of the girl, settling comfortably even as Amy cuddled up behind the terrified girl. "Don't fight," Amy murmured into the girl's ear, "or we'll have to hurt you." A single tear trickled down the girl's cheek and Dru chuckled. "She really is darling, Amy," Dru said as she licked the tear from her face. Amy chuckled, letting her hands roam over the young girl's body. "Do you want to keep her then?" she asked cheerfully. "We'll see," Dru said thoughtfully as her features swiftly shifted to the inhuman vamp-face, "how hungry we get." "Mmm Hmmph!" the girl jerked wildly as the fangs plunged into one side of her neck, her body convulsing. A second, weaker cry followed as Amy struck, biting down on the other side. Amy and Dru held the writhing girl close, both enjoying feeling the child's wild movements as they sucked, drinking deep of the fresh, clean blood. Her struggles began to ebb away, slowing, then reluctantly both vampires pulled away while her breath still caused her well developed chest to rise and fall weakly. "I think we'll keep her," Amy said contentedly. Dru nodded, "That WAS fun." She leaned over the unconscious, bloody girl and kissed Amy, mixing the girl's blood between their mouths, tongues dueling. Letting the child sleep they drew together, hands tearing at clothes as they gave into animal passion. "I thought that Drusilla was nuts?" the vampire remarked, his long brown hair falling into his eyes. There was a sense of age about him, even with his youthful beauty, and a sinister aspect. "Don't let anyone else hear you say that, Scott," the woman commented, the two striding down the dark alley together. "Guess she doesn't like to be reminded," Scott noted. He looked over at her, "You've been here longer than most, Claire...?" Claire smiled wryly, her short black hair falling into her eyes. She hadn't died all that long ago, and still looked like your typical teenager, not a deathless monster. "Considering the Mistress sired me," she shrugged, "I guess I know more than most." Scott paled, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean..." Claire waved it off, "Never mind." She lead the way a few moments, "Truth was that m'lady really was crazy, and for years." The taller man watched their surroundings warily, wondering if any of the slayers might be lingering. "So what changed?" he asked. "You know about how the Mistress got made, Alex?" Claire asked. "She was a pet project of a vampire named Angelus," Alex recalled, "he found out about her second sight then set out to take everything away from her, break her completely. Once he was done making her crazy, he turned her." "So what changed?" Scott asked. "Angelus died," Claire smiled grimly, "and apparently he had been exerting some kind of influence on her, even after all these years. Once he was slain..." "Dru regained her sanity?" Scott sounded skeptical. "Not quite that simple," Claire said dryly. "It gave Amy an opening," Alex surprised them by saying, "and she managed to break through the craziness." "Exactly," Claire agreed, "Amy had been a healer before being turned by Willow and retained some of those skills as a vamp." "So she managed to repair Dru and now she's second in command," Scott sounded thoughtful, his expression clearly calculating. "Don't underestimate Amy," Claire was deadly serious as she continued, "she's shared blood with the Mistress as well as being very devious herself." "Okay, okay," Scott yielded. "I sort of wish Amy had shared that catch of hers around," Alex rumbled mournfully. "She's in for one hell of a time," Claire murmured in fond memory, touching her throat were fading scars marked both sides of her throat. She shook herself as she became business like, "And we've got our own hunting to do." "Dibs on fresh meat," Scott said promptly. "Why did I KNOW you were going to say that?" Alex rolled his eyes. "You two are going to be the death of me," Claire growled.
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