Turning I

The phrase echoed in Buffy's head as she watched the young girl. She was standing across the cobblestone street as the girl entered the tavern.

This girl knew things that were to come, she knew them before they happened...and she was scared. To Buffy, that ability was a gift, but to this young girl, it was a curse. A curse, because the rest of the world was closed minded, couldn't believe that anything different could be good.

Dressed up in her finary, she cautiously entered the tavern. As taverns went, it wasn't that bad. She kept her eyes on the girl, Drusilla, the others called her. Buffys' eyes connected with a number of beings around the room. They were all aware of who she was, and none of them cared to tango with her.

Buffy slowly looked up into the brightest pair of blue eyes she'd ever encountered in all her years. "Just some water, if it wouldn't be too much trouble. And it's Buffy..."

Drusilla gave her a tired smile, then went off to fetch the water. Buffy continued to watch as she picked up a mug, then froze. The girl turned back to Buffy, a strange fear and curiosity in her gaze.

She returned a few minutes later, mug in hand. Drusilla mearly dropped the mug when Buffy placed her hand on the girl's, trying to steady her. "You know..." It was a statement, not a question.

Drusilla bit her lip, her eyes focused on Buffy's hand, so gentle on her own. She nodded. She knew. She could see things before they happened. But what she had seen a few minutes ago had scared her...and it had excited her, as well.

She didn't understand it. She was a good girl, not like anything her mother thought of her, but she felt something towards this woman. It was a feeling unlike anything else she'd ever felt in her life.

Drusilla had seen herself with this woman, kissing...touching each other in places that she'd been told never to mention. Just the thought of being touched like that was enough to make Drusilla tingle all over, but the thought of doing it with a woman...

She had been raised to believe that having such lustful thoughts was a sin, but with another woman??? It was unspeakable. Drusilla had never heard of such a thing, but she knew what she felt. She was gradually calmly down.

It wasn't until she had collected herself again, that she realized that the woman was still holding her hand, slowly running her thumb over the smooth skin. Drusilla's breath caught in her throat. "Why?" she managed to squeak out.

Buffy smiled. It wasn't a particularly nice smile, but it still sent a frission of lust down her spine. "You want me...you need me. But most importantly, you're worthy of what I'm going to give you. I'm very choosy. You'll soon come to know this, and everything else about me."

Buffy locked her gaze on Drusilla's beautiful mouth. "Would you like to become like me? Are you willingly to leave your home behind and come with me, be one with me...for the longest time?"

Without hesitating, Drusilla answered. "Yes." Something about this woman was calling to her.

Buffy smiled again. "Then meet me at the inn on the other side of town as soon as you've finished here. Bring anything you want to take with you, but leave the rest. Travel light."

Someone called Drusilla's name. She turned to find out who had called her, but when she turned back, Buffy was gone.

Drusilla hurried home that night. She said a quick goodnight to her parents, who barely acknowledged her, then went to her room. She found a large cloth bag that an aunt ad given her for her birthday and began putting some clothes in it. She could only fit three of her dresses because they were so big.

There was only one thing that she wanted to take with her. Drusilla crossed over to her bed and picked up the porcelain doll that sat there. Miss Edith, her faithful companion. The one she talked to when no one would listen, the one should would confess her dreams and desires to, the one that would never let her down.

This was right, she realized. For once in her life, she was going to do something because it was good for her, not because someone else told her to...

Buffy was laying back on her bed when Drusilla entered the room. She no longer wore the long, heavy skirts and tight bodices, but a short, silk nightgown that left nothing to the imagination. Drusilla was shocked to say the least. No woman dared dress like that, for fear of being accused of being a harlot!

The top of the gown outlined Buffy's firm breasts, the thin straps calling attention to her delicate frame. But Buffy was anything but delicate. She held a hand out to Drusilla. "Sit down," she murmured softly, taking the girl's hand and holding it in her own.

"It's all right..." Buffy whispered as she stroked Drusilla's hair. "Nothing will hurt you any more. In fact, you'll feel a whole lot better once I've finished with you..." she smiled reassuringly, and Drusilla felt herself slowly relax.

At the first touch of the other woman's lips, Drusilla gasped. Taking advantage of this, Buffy thrust her tongue inside the girl's mouth. She explored the interior, teasing...playing...urging Drusilla to join in. After a few seconds, she got the message and relaxed into Buffy's kiss.

But when Buffy cupped her aching breasts through the material of her dress, Drusilla squeaked in alarm. Buffy gently broke the kiss and caress the other girl's flushed face. "You've never been with anyone before...have you?"

Drusilla bit her lip and shook her head violently. Such actions were forbidden before marriage.

Buffy laughed, Drusilla's thoughts clearly written on her face. "Don't worry. Where I come from, that kind of thing doesn't matter. You can do whatever you want, as long as you pay attention to others. I'll explain it better later on, but first, we have to rid you of your precious virginity..."

Drusilla's eyes went wide when she realized what Buffy meant. A shrill whistle echoed throughout the room as Buffy called the attention of another. She leaned out the window and spoke in quiet tones to whomever it was that was down there.

After a few seconds, Buffy turned back to Drusilla. She slowly approached the young girl and sat down again. There was a sharp rap on the wooden door of the room. "Come in..." Buffy called.

A man entered. He was tall, much taller than the two females, and he had light, long hair that just begged for a woman's long fingers to be buried there. Buffy licked her lips as she gave him the once-over. His chest was hard and muscular, as was the rest of his body. Buffy smiled at Drusilla. "This is Nicholas. He's here to help us with my...project."

He moved behind Buffy, placing his hands firmly on her back, smoothing the bare skin of her shoulders. Buffy moaned as she closed her eyes. Nickolas was her favorite, of all the men she had. He was perfect. He knew what she wanted, and what she needed, but he was human.

"Nick..." she sighed his name as he slid the straps of her nightgown off her shoulders and began pressing soft kisses to her pale skin. She could hear Drusilla's rapid breathing. "Take note, Dru, because you're next..." she murmured.

Dru moved off the bed and sat in the chair that was barely a foot away. She watched as Buffy stood and shimmied out of the nightgown. She swallowed painfully as Buffy's naked body was revealed to her in all of it's perfect glory.

Buffy smiled to herself as she detected the beginings of her soon-to-be childe's arousal. She ran her fingers down the hard planes of Nick's chest, tearing through the thin cloth of his shirt with her razor-sharp fingernails.

Nick groaned. He was used to this woman's nature, knew that he wasn't the only one, but look forward to anything, when it came to her. He was part of the show, part of the furniture, he would be used and then passed on to the next, the dark-haired girl sitting in the chair.

But none of it mattered. It was a strange world he was involved in. He didn't know much about it, and he didn't want to know anything else.

Buffy turned them, so that he had his back to the bed. She hurled herself at him, forcing them to fall onto the large, soft bed that awaited their passions. The vampiress ripped the torn shirt from his muscular body as she kissed him, her cool tongue thrusting into his warm mouth as he pulled down his tight pants.

Drusilla began squirming in her seat as the mood changed from gentle, to downright hot and heavy. Her body reacted to the visual stimulation as she watched the couple come together, their naked bodies joined as they screamed their pleasure.

She took note of each thing that pleasured them. The touches and caresses, the nips and clenches. Drusilla saw thin trails of blood down Nick's back as Buffy used her nails on him with a long moan.

She could actually see each movement, each thrust...Nick would pull up just a little, then slam down onto Buffy. What Dru couldn't understand, was how something that so obviously had to hurt so much, could elicit that much pleasure...?

A piercing scream jolted her out of her musings. Drusilla's head snapped up at the sound. She had never heard anything like it, but the look on Buffy's face was filled with a pleasured triumph, as if each time was different, but she was always the conqueror.

She continued to watch in fascination as Buffy almost immediately moved from beneath her lover, off the bed and crossed over to Dru. She held out her hands, which Drusilla took without a qualm, and led her back to the bed where Nicholas sat, his member limp from its recent activities.

After everything that she had seen, she was still a little wary. She had been taught to never take another woman's husband, but in this case, lover, and never be anything but a good girl. Somehow, she didn't think that this was the kind of 'good' that her mother had spoken of...

In any case, Drusilla sat on the bed, waiting. Buffy sat down behind her and began undoing the lace-ups of her dress. Drusilla bit her lip to keep from crying out, whether from shame or passion, she did not know, because the feel of the other woman's cool hands on her newly-bared skin was everything...

In front of her, Nick pulled her dress down to her trim waist, exposing her firm breasts. Dru whimpered as Nick took one of her nipples into his mouth, gently suckling as heat flooded her core. She pressed her legs together, unsure of what was happening, but knowing that something that felt so good, couldn't be all bad.

Drusilla felt Buffy kiss the back of her neck as Nick worked the front of her body, kissing and caressing various areas of bare flesh. Very soon, her doubts fled and she gave herself up to the pleasure that she knew would come.

She didn't notice Buffy pull away and seat herself in the chair that Dru had vacated. All she was aware of was Nick, toying with her sensitive body. She was pushed back onto the bed...

The remainder of her clothing disappeared, she soom realized, as she felt something hard pressing against her womanhood. Once again, Dru pressed her legs together, her ingrained teachings were a force of habit.

Drusilla moaned as Nick's fingers worked her body, his fingers gliding over the smoothe skin of her thighs, trying to relax her tense body. Within seconds, her legs fell apart, her center begging for his attention. On instinct, she wrapped her arms around his chest and her legs around his waist.

She saw Nick grin just before he engaged her in a kiss so gentle, that a tear welled in her eye. Dru closed her eyes and her mind against all of the shame that she should have been feeling and kissed him back.

The brunette tore her lips from his as pain flooded her senses. She cried out as she realized what it was, but not from shame. Drusilla realized that she was free. This new life of hers, with Buffy, gave her the freedom to be whatever she wanted to be. And as Nick began thrusting into her body, pleasuring her with each stroke, she knew that she wanted to be uninhibited...just like Buffy, free of the restrainsts of aristocratic society and it's repercussions...

All thoughts fled her mind as the pressure in her body continued to build. It wasn't until she felt him spill into her with a cry, that she realized that it was over. She nearly cried with unfulfilled passion. Nick immediately began kissingher again, his hands moving down her body.

"Stop." The couple turned at Buffy's command. She was sitting in the chair, her legs draped over the arms, her fingers busy, stroking her own seeping core. She looked completely in control as she got up from the chair and came toward them.

Nick nodded, quickly getting up and getting dresses. He pressed a light kiss to Buffy's cheek, then to Dru's. "It's been fun," he grinned.

Drusilla gasped as she realized that she was lying alone on the bed, naked. Only then did she realized exactly what she had done. She grinned. She was no longer an innocent maiden. She was a woman in ever sense of the word. And it was all thanks to Buffy.

"Don't thank me, yet," Buffy told her. The woman smiled as she sat herself down next to Drusilla's long legs. "Do you still want to be a part of my world, Dru?"

Buffy smiled. "Then lie back and enjoy..." she murmured as she gently pushed Dru back down onto the pillow and crawled over the brunette's beautiful body.

Drusilla cried out as she felt Buffy's tongue between her legs, lapping at the blood she had found there. Buffy drew the other woman's legs over her shoulders and thrust her tongue into Dru's slick passage.

Buffy smiled to herself as she felt her companion's thighs tighten their grip, and was pleased even further as she detected Drusilla's rapid heartbeat and heavy breathing.

It wasn't to long before Drusilla toppled over the edge and into her first orgasm. All was quiet for the first few seconds, but the silence was quickly broken as Dru began giggling with glee. "I felt that...! It was so..."

Buffy crawled up her body and kissed her. Dru could taste herself on Buffy's tongue. For someone as new to passion as Drusilla, she was speedily becoming accustomed to the experience.

Buffy flipped them over so that Dru was on top. "Now, show me what you feel..." she commanded.

Dru nervously moved lower, taking one of Buffy's nipples into her warm mouth and sucking gently. She used her hand to manipulate the other, twisting and squeezing until she heard the woman beneath her moan in pleasure.

The human grinned, pleased that she could do this for Buffy, something that she could give back, since Buffy had given so much to her. Dru looked forward to everything that Buffy was going to teach her.

Drusilla caressed Buffy's cool body as she moved lower still, to where Buffy was slick and dripping. Her tongue hesitantly came into contact with Buffy's aroused flesh. It wasn't until she heard another pleasured whimper, that Dru grew bolder, her warm tongue sucking on her lover's clit with purpose.

She nipped gently, and was amazed as her mouth was greeted by a gush of cool liquid as Buffy screamed her climax and her body relaxed.

Dru felt Buffy tugging lightly on her hair. She moved up Buffy's body and kissed her. The other woman enthusiastically returned the kiss for but a second, then pulled back.

Buffy turned them over so that she was once again on top. She kissed her way down Dru's face and across her neck, all the while, distracting her by tracing a path down Drusilla's body with her finger, then inserting two digits into her tight passage.

She whimpered at the intimate contact, wanting more, but that wasn't Buffy's goal. As Drusilla thrust her hips upward, Buffy's fangs elongated and she inserted them into the soft skin of Dru's neck.

Drusilla cried out at the simultaneous pain and pleasure, but her cry soon died as she began to feel weak. The only thing to cling to was her lover's musical voice, telling her to drink from the cut at her breast.

Eager to please, Drusilla placed her mouth to the cut and drank until she blacked out...and died.