PAIRING : Faith/m/f

RATING : NC17

DISCLAIMER : I do not own these characters.

THANKS TO : The BuffyAngelImprov list for giving me something to do! Improv #26 darkness

            So you wanna know why? How we met? I'll tell you. It's the least I can do now, right?

            Right.

            Well, there I was, wide-awake, all alone in solitary. It was midnight or probably later than that, but that's not important. I was lying on my bed, stark naked, because you can do that in solitary. It was a hot night and I was bleeding like a sieve, which unfortunately is *not* a fun thing in prison.

            Nothing is really fun in prison, unless you're lookin' for a fight. Luckily, I like to fight. Why you ask? Because there's nothing else to do. When everyone has given up on you and called you worthless, there's nothing left to do but fight for your fucking sanity.

            So there I was, just itching for a fight. I could usually wrestle and fight with some other inmates, which is how I got into solitary in the first place, but there was no one else that night. I was bored, counting the bugs on the ceiling while playing with my tits, when I heard the outside door open.

            It was late for the guards to be checking on me, so I figured it must have been Marty. He was the head guard with a huge cock which I sucked, not completely by choice, but he'd also fuck me with it and it always felt pretty damn good. But he usually wasn't there later than eleven at night; so when the door opened, I was poised, ready for a fight.

            And there she was, standing there, eyes glistening yellow, feral, animalistic. I could feel the power radiating off her skin as I stood there, ready to fight. My skin tingled, my tits ached and hardened, begging for something. She tossed her blonde hair back and rushed after me. She slammed me onto the floor and I wrestled back, throwing punch after punch. We rolled around on the floor until finally, I was on top and holding her throat.

            My chest was heaving. I could feel her leather under my skin. I held her throat tight as she stared at me with fangs poised at the ready. I screamed out as she grabbed my tits and squeezed them hard. She kneed my cunt and I screamed because she had hit my clit. I thrust back down onto her knee as she twisted my tits. I was so hot. So wet. My insides throbbed for release.

            "I was sent here to kill you." She said, "But I've got better ideas."

            Then, she flipped us over and pinned my hands above my head. My body arched and thrust my heaving chest up. "Keep your hands there, Slut." She ordered and I was happy to grasp the legs of the bed. I felt her hands cup my boobs and I screamed as I felt her nails dig into my flesh. I let out a strangled cry as she tore my flesh and made me bleed.

            "Shit." I growled. She just laughed as she bit my lips with her fangs. Her nails trailed down my body, leaving bloody tracks behind them. It felt so fucking good. I'd never been so turned on in my entire life. "Fuck!" I screamed as I felt her shove her entire fist into my body.

            She fucked me with her fist. I fucked myself on her fist. I'm not sure exactly how I would describe it, except to say that it was the most intense thing I've ever felt. I creamed for what seemed like hours as I screamed and thrashed around, driving her deeper inside me. It hurt so much and I knew I was bleeding, hard (and not just from my period), but fuck it felt damn good too, like I'd found the part of me that had been missing.

            The next thing I knew she had flipped her skirt up and was sitting on my face, her nails in my scalp as she forced me to fuck her with my tongue. She tasted so damn good sliding down my throat, her cream was like water and I was thirsty. She thrust herself down onto my face while I held tight to the bedpost.

            I was so fucking horny. I probably would've fucked myself on a fire hydrant if she'd wanted me to. When she growled my name and came all over my face, I screamed and came again. But it wasn't enough. It was as if something had come over me and I just needed to fuck and get off as much as I could. Something thick and hard, which I think she knew.

            "Such a horny little whore, aren't you?" I nodded eagerly in agreement, hoping she would get me off again and again. I never wanted to stop coming. I didn't care if she was a vampire or that she might kill me. Nothing mattered but the fuck. "I know the feeling." She said.

            She grabbed me by the hair and threw me on the bed. I felt the blood seeping out of the gouges she left in my scalp and I didn't care as she sat on me, her ass to my face. I felt her grab one of my tits and sit on it so it was partially shoved inside her. She started rocking on my fucking boob, as I felt something being shoved inside me.

            "FUCK!" I shrieked as it jammed inside me, splitting me in two. It was thick. Probably a few inches in diameter. It was flesh. Not a cock. But something. But I didn't fucking care, as she dug into my stomach and abdomen with her claws and fucked herself on my tits. I started screaming and thrashing around as it pounded me hard and made me bleed. It hurt. It fucking hurt but I fucking loved it.

            When I felt her come on my tit I screamed as I creamed all over whatever it was. I fell limp from onto the bed. I knew I wasn't sated, but I was stretched completely and bleeding a lot, from the gouges all over my body and the tears in my cunt. I looked up and saw the handless lawyer with my cream all over his stump. "Shit," I moaned as he shoved his handless arm in front of me and she demanded that I lick him clean, which I did, even as I started to fall asleep.

            Then, I felt something and my eyes flew open. A clit clamp, tight around my still throbbing clit. I don't know where the fuck she got it or why she'd carry it around, maybe some kinky game with the lawyer?

            I looked up at her as she sank her fangs deeply into my jugular. I could feel the life leaving me as my clit continued to throb. I knew I was dying, but I didn't care. I wanted death. I craved it, like I had woken up that morning and some part of me knew that I would not see another sunrise. I desperately yearned for the darkness and when I finally felt it coming, it was like it would finally be over and that knowledge felt right. I thrashed around and screamed in ecstasy as she drank me and he watched while jerking himself off one-handedly.

            I remember her cutting her breast and I suckled like a babe as my clit throbbed for its mother. *My* mother. I knew that she alone owned my body. She alone could give me the pain and pleasure I crave. My clit screamed her name and told me.

            What?

            Right, that's how we met, the long version. As to why?

            Because she's the only one that hates you more than I do. And *that*, B, is why you're dying.

~El Fin~