Her fingers hooking, kneading into the material of the back of the low couch, the young vampire growled, the material splitting under her touch, the Master's own claws cutting deep, bloody arcs on her hips.

Thrusting into her slick passage, the oldest vampire present, hissed, plunged his fangs deep into his current favourite's white throat, erupting deep within her body, her body arching against his with a scream of pleasure.

Drawing his tongue over the ragged bite on her throat, he withdrew, let her sink to her knees on the floor at his feet, her body still trembling from her orgasm. Pushing herself upright against the back of the couch, she lifted her eyes to him, her lips rising in that seductive little smirk.

"Come." Turning, he walked to his throne, settled himself and gestured to the small cushion where the red head most often found herself sitting during the Master's most important functions, silently observing unless permitted to speak.

Rising on shaky legs, she started towards him, halted by a look. Sinking to her hands and knees grudgingly, she crawled to the throne, head down, gritting her teeth, bearing with the humiliation by thinking of the sex that would inevitably come.

Trickles of stolen blood rippled down her thighs and arms, her slim body covered with the marks of her lashing. Deep cuts scored her back and buttocks, all because she had disobeyed her Master once.

Just because she had found another vampire to fuck didn't mean she didn't respect him.

Well, not really.

So, for defying him, she had been punished accordingly. Beaten in front of the pack and left chained to the wall of the throne room for days, without food and – more importantly – without sex, she had admitted her Master's dominance.

And, in the usual response, he had flung her over the back of the couch and practically fucked her senseless. Now, she had resumed he position as dominant female in the group.

Except for that annoying, whining, sulky blonde bitch.

But nothing was ever perfect right away.

Settling on her cushion, Willow rested her head on the Master's knee, half-closed eyes wandering the throne room. She felt rough fingers brush her hair back from her face and purred softly. Things were as they should be.

On the opposite side of the room, Darla seethed, her two young childer both battered and bruised, having borne the brunt of her rage. Especially Jonathan. He was more uncontrollable than she had believed he would be.

Toying with the Master's chosen concubine had proved that. Of course, he would never do it again, unless he had her permission. Permission to infuriate the Master and have his little slut killed for betraying him once again.

The Master's hand continued to brush over Willow's loose hair, her expression that of a lazy feline with its fill of cream. No matter what the red head, she always managed to retrieve the Master's favour. Always falling on her feet.

"Are you hungry, childe?" He spoke quietly, barely aware of the on-going discussion about the night's hunt. His daughter's green eyes rose to his, scarlet lips parted slightly to reveal white teeth. "Well, Willow?"

"Yes, Master." She whispered, closing her eyes lightly as he lowered his head, kissed those delicious crimson lips. His tongue swept over his fangs, opening a cut. She shivered, rose against him, suckling on his bleeding tongue, her arms twining around his neck, drawing herself up to him.

Devon and Jonathan hastily took several steps away from their Sire, setling out of arm's reach, watching the red head and the terrifying Master on the stage. The entire room had fallen into a deadly silence, watching the display.

Pulling away, one slim, blood-streaked hand brushed her hair back from her neck, head tilting to bare the length of her throat to her Sire. Running his hand down her cheek, he nodded, bent forward and bit, taking barely a mouthful before sitting back and turning his attention to the rest of the group in the room.

Running his hand over her bowed head once more, the Master smiled. "Go and clean yourself, childe." He spoke softly, for only her to hear. She remained motinless, examining the back of her hand. "I will join you when the meet is over."

Her head bowed, she got to her feet and made her way silently through the crowd, which had opened up before her. The Master smiled softly as she disappeared up the stairs without making a sound, his eyes finding Darla, her expression bitter.

His daughter had been a vampire barely a month and already, she took torture well and had delighted in rebelling against her elder sister's rule that had been applied to both of her sons, Jonathan and Devon.

He was more than certain that it was his daughter that had sought out the young one, for a coupling. As he had intended, leaving her to her own devices for almost a week, she had satisfied herself and angered her only true rival in one swift motion.

Things certainly looked like they would get very interesting between the two beautiful vampiress who were vying for his attention. One young, seductive and playful, the other experienced, strong and dominating. He smiled tightly.

Very interesting indeed.

* * *
Gazing out from beneath her damp lashes, Willow smiled slightly as her Sire stepped out of the shower, took one of her towels, dressed and left the room without so much as a backward glance at her.

Resuming her shower, she laved the soap over her bitten and bruised body with a soft sigh, her eyes half-closed in pleasure as the water streamed over her.

She had barely been out of the throne room for ten minutes when the Master had stepped into the shower behind her, slammed her against the wall and fucked her til she bled, several times in rapid succesion, saying nothing.

She cocked her head, heard the shrill screams rising from Darla's room and smirked. The old bitch was getting what she deserved for not training her little puppies to be obediant. Such a pretty sound it was.

Shaking the water out of her hair, she switched the stream off, lifted one delicate leg over the side of the bath, then the other. Walking through to her room, she stretched, running fingers through tangled locks.

"Will." Slitted eyes rotated towards the owner of the voice, a small smile etched on her scarlet lips, green iris' dancing.

"You could get in big trouble." She murmured, prowling towards the young vampire, her body nude and dripping. The scent of his arousal filled the room. She almost smiled. Young fledgling males. Always thinking with their sex drives. "The Master won't be happy."

Devon shrugged, took a step towards her, one hand reaching up to touch her loose hair. "The old fart is busy." He rubbed a lock between his finger and thumb, gazing down at her, his eyes barely concealed gold. "I wanna fuck."

She smacked him firmly across the face. "You're very presumptious, little boy." She said, one hand squeezing the front of his tight jeans roughly. He grunted in pleasure, reached out for her again. "I didn't say you could touch, little boy."

"Quit playin' around, Will." Devon grumbled. "You screwed Jon. Why not me?"

The red head arched her brow, smiled. "You want me to screw you?" She feigned surprise, her underlying innocence still masking her demon's face. The vampire nodded, ran his eyes over her body. "I don't think so."

He grabbed for her again, found himself thrown head-over-heels onto the mattress, the slightly younger vampiress straddling his back, pinning him down against the mattress, her hand firmly on the back of his neck.

True, his Sire was an old vampire, but hers was older and hadn't polluted his blood with a childe since producing the blonde bitch. Alas, there always had to be one mistake, even for her Sire.

"That wasn't very nice of you, Dev." Her mouth was close to his ear, her tongue flicking out to curl around his lobe. "You tried to take me by force, so I'm going to have to punish you for being a naughty puppy."

"Will!" Bucking against her, he yelped as her fangs cut into his shoulder.

Blood dripping down her chin, she grinned at him, let his own blood splatter on his face. "Now, are you going to behave, or do I have to make you beg?"

Devon said nothing.

"Oh well." She reached for the manacles that were suspended from the bedposts, smiled wickedly. "Looks like I have to make you beg." Snapping the solid steel cuffs around his wrists, she murmured. "I don't like quiet puppies. So disappointing."

Swinging off him, she moved to his ankles, easily spreading his legs and chaining his ankles to the other end of the bed. "Bitch."

"What was that, sweetie?" Craling back up his body, she pushed her breasts against his bare back. Her crotch ground roughly at the base of his back, his body arching towards her against his will. "C'mon. Tell auntie Will."

"Go to hell."

"Ooh." She laved his face with her tongue, smirked. "The baby can talk."

She lifted herself off him again, slid to her knees beside the bed and reached underneath for the chest of toys the Master had introduced her to, opening the ancient, wooden box and greedily eyeing the objects within.

Ignoring the more conventional toys, her eyes alit on the stationary section of the box. She was still experimenting with things she had used so often as a human. So many fun uses could be found for them all.

Selecting two small boxes and a glinting stanley knife, she laid them on the bed, kneeling level with the vampire's head, smiling sweetly as he saw what she had chosen. Clearly bewildered, he looked from the boxes to her. "What the fuck...?"

"Remember what I used to use these for?"

"You were a nerd." He hissed as she swung onto his back again, facing his legs and deftly slicing his jeans from his body. Skin met blade deliberately on more than one occasion, blood welling up and swiftly streaking slender white hands.

"Yes, I was." She pivoted, wove a hand through his hair and jerked his head up with a small smile. "But do you know what I use them for now?"

He made no response.

Until he started to scream.

* * *


Growling under her breath, Darla struggled against the bonds the Master had left her in. A steel belt girded her waist and held her solidly to the ground with short, silvery chains.

The cuffs on her wrists – which were pinned behind her back – were connected to the leather collar round her throat with a foot long chain, making it impossible to move her head without pulling her arms from their sockets.

Naked and in the most vulnerable position she had been in for centuries, she mentally groaned as a familiar voice drawled. "Someone pissed of their Sire good, huh?"

"Fuck you."

The younger vampiress chuckled, a soft, seductive purr of a sound. Stepping into the blonde's line of sight, the red head looked exquisite, a blood-red, silk robe revealing her every curve, the front hanging open, the cord swinging loosely in one hand.

If there was one thing that she really hated – apart from being superceded by a younger, more innocent vampiress – Darla despised the fact that the stunning creature aroused her as much as she did. She wanted the girl to be hers, to beat, torment and screw senseless.

She had clearly just fed. There was a soft glow to her naturally white face that only added to the innocent appeal. Her hair was loose around her face, smooth and silky as the robe she wore. Crimson lips and green-lined eyes were an intoxicating combination.

"Someone's a little cranky, aren't they?" She bent over the kneeling Darla, closed her eyes and inhaled a deep breath, hands running down her own body as she took in the scent of blood and heated sex. Lips brushing the older vampiress' ear, she whispered. "You smell delicious."

"And you smell like a whore, but who cares?"

The red head's punch was stronger than her deceptively fragile frame suggested, knocking the blonde's head sideways and jerking her right shoulder out of its socket in the same, swift motion. Darla grunted in pain, tried to steady herself.

"I think someone doesn't like me much." Willow whispered, hand catching Darla's chin, cupping it, her ruby lips rising in a smug smile. "It isn't my fault that your sweet little boys are so disobediant." Her hand ran down her own belly, between her thighs, brushing the reddish curls lightly. "Just show them the merchandise and they jump. Little Dev even begged."

Blue eyes melded into gold, blazed furiously. "Get your own childer, you bitch." She hissed, wincing as Willow's grip tightened, the scent of the young vampiress' arousal reaching her as the red head lifted her other hand and caressed Darla's cheek.

“Oh, I will." She smiled chillingly, her hand sliding to Dara's bared breasts, pinching the nipple carelessly as she spoke. "But only when I'm second in command in the group." Sinking to her knees, moving out of Darla's restricted line of sight, she sank her blunt teeth into the older vampiress' breast with enough force to draw blood. "You know what that means, don't you?"

Stifling a hiss of pain, the blonde stiffened, tried to ignore the sensations as Willow's lips brushed over her breasts. Catching the trickle of red from the older vampiress' breast, the red head lifted hersef and forcefully kissed the blonde, forcing her bloodied tongue between stubborn lips.

"You'll never take my place." Darla snarled as the smirking red head drew back.

"Is that so?" Caressing the honey blonde curls at the juncture between the blonde's thighs, Willow smiled. Darla issed, tried to buck away, but the chains held her steady. "You know, for someone who doesn't like me much..." Three fingers pushed into the blonde's body, drawing a gasp. "You seem to want me an awful lot."

"Screw you."

"I think that was the idea." The slim fingers withdrew, the redhead looking down at the blonde with a devious little smile. "Now, this is what we're going to do...I'm going to show you just what I can do and you're going to beg for mercy and call me Mistress." Her fangs cut into Darla's lip as she carelessly kissed her again. "Questions? Comments?"

Darla narrowed blue-gold eyes. "I'll never be dominated by a slut like you." She hissed viciously, trying to ignore the delicious pout that had fallen on the red head's lips. "No one but the Master..."

A slim finger pressed to her lips. "Sh." The fire-haired demon breathed, her robe sliding from her shoulders and caressing its way down her body. "I'm sure we can come to an understanding, big sister."

The tone of the younger vampiress' voice told Darla that she certainly wasn't joking. And suddenly, begging didn't seem like such a bad idea after all.

* * *


Clad in skin-tight, black PVC, the Master's favourite descended the metal stairway, her gorgeous hair twisted up on top of her head. Her heels tapped softly as she walked, the chain around her waist clinking.

"Willow." A greedy smile crossed the Master's face, his hand unfurling in a beckoning gesture, his red-gold eyes gleaming with lust. She nodded in acknowledgement, crossed the crowded floor, the pack opening up before her.

"Sire." Her voice was smoky. Sinking to her usual position, she butted her head against his clawed hand with a purr of satisfaction. Her eyes, half-closed, settled on the stairs, waiting for the other members of the household to appear.

Darla and her two childer were the last to emerge, both Darla and Devon looking more dead than alive. Jonathan was lingering back, wisely, hoping to avoid his Mistress' wrath, as the two senior vampires limped towards the dais.

Willow sensed the Master's apparent bewilderment. Her smirk widened, her slitted eyes finding Darla. The blonde half-faltered, finding the red head's gaze on her, then stormed to the throne, a nervous hush falling on the throne room.

"What's going on here?" The Master's voice was low, fingers still moving lightly on Willow's silky hair. "Who has touched my childer?"

The blonde vampiress pulled her elder childe forward. "Your little bitch took it on herself to discipline my childe, without my permission." She said, voice clipped, spinning the teen around and ripping the robe from his back.

Red eyes examined the back of the young vampire's body, admiringly. "You say that this was Willow's doing?" He leaned forward, touched the boy's back. A true work of agonising art. He must have really annoyed the girl. "Tell me, boy, what did you do?"

"I..." He looked to his Sire hopelessly. "I wanted her."

The clawed hand stilled its motion. "You wanted her?" The boy was turned to face him. "Did you ask her?" A nod. "And did she say she wanted you?" A shake of the head. "So you tried to dominate her." A statement. A pause. A nod. "Darla, did you know of this?"

"No, Sire." The blonde seemed to be losing her voice, her bruised, blistered and bloodied face paling. Her high-collared shirt concealed the row of bites that the bitch had covered her neck with, her head bowed. "I..." She shot a look at Willow who shrugged, smirked. "I apologised to the Lady Willow after I heard about it."

"The *Lady* Willow?" The Master echoed incredulously. His childe's green eyes rose to him, dancing with pride and mischief. "Would you explain, childe?"

She rubbed her head against his hand, smiled. "I was bored. She sent her boy to play with me, to disgrace me in your eyes once more." She wagged a reprimanding finger at her sister. "I had to teach her a lesson about respect. Darla," The blonde stiffened, grit her teeth. "Take off your shirt."

"Lady Wil..."

"Are you defying me?"

"No, Lady Willow." The scarlet shirt slid off the slim blonde's shoulders, dropped to the floor, her back bared to the rest of the audience chamber. A communal hiss of sympathy went up from the floor. Head hanging, the blonde glared at her dominator.

The red head smirked a little wider. "Turn around." She ordered quietly. "Show my Master who you belong to."

A massive, stylised 'W' curved across the pale skin of the blonde's back. Leaning forward for a closer look, the Master glanced down at his childe.

True skill, thats what she had. The combination of Holy Water and knifework on his eldest daughter's back was only surpassed by tiny silver crosses that made up the pattern in the flesh, stitched into her skin.

The flesh surrounding the inch-long crosses was burnt black, beyond burning anymore. He was surprised that he hadn't heard her screaming. Devon's screams he had heard, but not his blonde childe's, which was astonishing.

"Beautiful." He murmured, gesturing for the teen to turn back around, so he could admire both of the pieces of art his red-maned childe had created.

The tips of the pins that she had somehow implanted beneath the boy's skin glinted in the light, the surface of his back as jagged as a bed of nails. How she had done that, he would have to find out.

The chainmail of paper clips that ran down the back of both legs swayed, as he shifted from one foot to the other, droplets of blood seeping from the neat holes through which they had been inserted.

"Do you like it, Sire?" The girl had risen on her knees and was staring eagerly at him, questing for approval. "I couldn't keep the boy quiet." She sighed prettily. "He screamed like a girl. But my Darla behaved like I asked her to." One booted foot rose and brushed up the back of Darla's leg. "She was a good girl."

Cupping her chin in his hand, the Master stared at the innocent-looking red head. "Willow," He reprimanded softly. "You should have asked." She pouted, drawing a chuckle from him. "But I do like it, childe."

She gave him her irresistibly sexy smile, ducked her head in that tiny gesture of feigned modesty that he had come to adore so. Drawing her lips to his, he kissed her gently, chastely, on the lips.

"I have a treat for you." He murmured, gave her a dark smile. "You've certainly proven that you deserve it, childe."

* * *


"What is it?" Peering dubiously between the bars at the pile of rags on the floor, she glanced at her Sire.

"That," He said quietly, folding his arms over his chest. "Is Darla's favourite childe." Willow looked in at it in surprise. The figure shifted, the chains holding it to the wall rattling. It rolled over to reveal a dark man who must have been a good-looking vampire once.

Stepping closer to the bars, Willow stared in at it with wonder. Dark brown eyes stared back at her, full of fear and despair, emotions a vampire should never have to feel. "There's something wrong with him." She remarked, squatting down to get a better look, his scent hitting her. "He stinks of vermin...of humans...of misery..."

The Master nodded, smiled proudly.

The red head recoiled, a look of disgust on her face. "He has a soul!" She hissed, her face shifting angrily. "The blonde slut raises a childe and he has a soul!" She looked to the Master curious. "How long?"

"A hundred years." He lifted a hand to stroke her cheek. "The boy foolishly decided to eat a gypsy girl on his hundred and fiftieth anniversary. Her family were powerful roms. They cursed him to be more mortal than demon." He paused, cast a disgusted look at the dark-haired vampire in the cage. "He tried to prevent my rising."

Her hands spread on the Master's chest, Willow followed his gaze. "He was no match for you." She whispered, baring her throat to him and sighing as he latched onto the marblesque skin, accepting her offer of blood. "May I punish him for being a bad puppy?"

The Master drew back, his fierce kiss flavoured with her own sweet blood. "There are toys in the chest." He murmured, tracing his claw down her soft cheek. "I was waiting until I found an artistic child. You will suit him well." She smiled proudly. "Make him scream, but don't kill him, understood, childe?"

"Yes, Sire." She bowed her head, felt the large ring of keys being pressed into her hand. Then her Sire was gone and she was left to her task.

Turning to the cage, she found the vampire staring up at her. There was a measure of fear still lingering in his eyes, but there was also confusion and possibly contempt. Clearly this vampire didn't know that appearances could be deceiving.

"So, puppy, we're gonna play."

"Who are you?"

The ring of keys slid down her arm, her slender hands wrapping around the bars as she gazed in at him, smiled. Resting her head against the chilly metal, she replied. "I'm the Master's childe, but you can call me Lady Willow."

"And why should I do that?" Yup. Definite contempt there. Puppy had been left alone to think for too long already.

She stuck out her lower lip in a pout, batted dark lashes. "You should," She said, rattling a key along the bars. "If you want to stay in one piece." Okay, Darla is his Sire. Leverage, much? "I have taught people to do what I ask. Even Darla calls me Lady Willow now."

The vampire froze, stiffened. "You're lying..."

"Nope." Lifting a small switchblade from the rack of weapons, she unlocked the door, stepped into the cage with a smile. "Why would I lie when the truth is so much fun, puppy?"

He lunged at her, only to be slammed down on his chest, her slim body straddling his waist, holding him down firmly.

"That wasn't nice." She smacked him sharply across the back of the head. "I'll just have to punish you for that."

The vampire turned his face away, staring straight down at the floor.

"Are you...ignoring me?" The vampiress seemed shocked by the concept, wove her fingers through his hair, jerked his head up, then smashed his face down on the concrete with a refreshingly loud crick and yell of pain from the older vampire. "Don't ignore me." She pouted, nibbling on his earlobe. "I get cranky when people ignore me." She re-hit his head down, his blood splatting on the floor. "Understood, puppy?"

"Y...yes..." The words broke between newly-emerged fangs, gold eyes blazing at her.

She pouted again, slammed his head down once more. "Yes, who, puppy?" He stared at her, blinking crimson trickles from his eyes. "A stubborn one, huh?" She smiled, chilling. "I can work with that, puppy."

The switchblade slammed down directly between his shoulders, imbedded to the hilt. His roar of pain echoed through the building.

* * *


Hands steepled in front of him, the Master watched the display going on, half-distracted by the incredible number of screams rising from the basement, where his favourite was playing with the fallen vampire.

On the main floor of the deserted throne room, Darla's two childer were playing together while their Sire was out, hunting.

It was rather amusing to see the taller of the two, the one who had attempted to accost his childe, get slammed against the wall and stick, thanks to the hundreds of drawing pins still protruding from his back.

Even more amusing was seeing the smaller and tougher one trying to mount the other without getting unpleasantly pricked by the pins stippling the tight pair of buttocks. Yet, somehow, he managed, happily rutting away, his counterpart squeaking with pleasure.

Very few vampires could be said to jingle while in the throes of screwing, but those two were now the exception. Both had souvenirs to remind them of their run-ins with his flame-haired, creative childe: one hand the sharp and chain-mailed back, the other hand a chest and stomach lined with piercings.

Both could have been rid of the markings of the red head within minutes, but both had kept them, suggesting how highly they both held the red haired vampiress. Unless she asked them to remove their decorations, he suspected they would retain her souvenirs until death.

Even Darla had never commended that much loyalty from another vampire's childe. Willow was definitely something.

The door crashed inwards, the blonde vampiress straiding in, a large mark of a cross burned into the left side of her face, her eyes blazing gold. Her boys broke apart, backed away on their knees warily.

"We have a problem." She said tersely, scrubbing a stream of blood from her temple. "There are a flock of whitehats who've decided that they can fight us all."

"How many?"

She shrugged. "A dozen. More by the day." She gestured to the crusty weal that was forming on her face. "They interrupted my meal. I say we go out in force and catch them off guard and kill them all."

"Perhaps." The Master got to his feet pensively. "But what is life without its minor challenges?"

"Huh?"

"Shuddup, Dev." Jonathan's voice spoke, followed by the restart of the rhythmic jingling from behind one of the couches.

The Master found Darla's eyes, gave her an amused smirk. She shrugged helplessly, wincing as the scars on her back cracked open. She glanced around. "Where's Lady Willow?" She asked warily.

"Playing." He refused to elaborate. "Now, these white hats. I think we should leave them for the time being, pick them off one at a time." He drummed his fingers on the throne pensively. "If we killed them all, a Slayer may be sent."

"A what?"

The jingling paused, twin heads peeking over the back of the couch. Darla shot a glare at both childer. The heads disappeared. "I think we should leave them to-ooh!" The jingling started up again with equal ferocity. "Fuck, Jon!"

"‘Fuck Dev’ sounds better." The smaller male's guttural laugh rang around the throne room, but was cut off by a high-pitched scream of agony. "Holy shit." Jonathan chuckled. "Sounds like Wills is at work."

The Master rubbed his hands together with a smile.

Will was definitely at work.

Already a veritible expert.

* * *


"Stay." Her voice that had been raining curses on him moments before was soft, persuasive.

He stiffened shaky arms and legs, his palms and forehead pressed against the damp bricks of the wall. Stifling a moan of pain, he bit down on the inside of his lip, felt the draught of the door of the chamber opening, the chill hitting him.

"Willow." The Master sounded pleased.

Goody for him.

"Sire." The scent of their combined arousal hit the imprisoned vampire, the flavour of his Grandsire's blood on the air making him growl with hunger. Her husky voice murmured. "Do you like it? I think it's pretty."

He felt their scrutiny on his butchered back. Whatever the bitch was, she deserved to take over Darla. He'd never met a female that had been so talented in torture with a single weapon – the rusty switchblade.

As far as he could tell, scraps of his flesh were missing, carved out by her unnaturally cruel hands, torn away and ripped out with the blunt blade. He had felt her sucking at the ripped flesh, felt more aroused than he wanted to, felt like attacking her and ripping her undead heart out of her chest.

"You know that this is just graffiti, Willow." The Master chastised softly. "Marking everyone with your name is a bit childish, you know, like writing your name on a desk at school. It may be pretty, but you shouldn't just harm people to make them know they're yours."

He could mentally envisage the scarlet pout. "They don't see it, Sire." She reminded him softly, her hands running over his tattered back. A howl of pain rose from the vampire's lips as her fingers sank viciously into the open wounds, twisting.

"Now, now, Willow..." The Master tutted. "You can't expect to tame the mighty Angelus by simply cutting his back..."

Panting, trying to keep a grip on consciousness, the shivering vampire's fingertips ground against the wall, cut and bleeding more.

"I didn't." There was the pout again. "Puppy, tell the Master what we did. Tell him how much fun you had with Willow."

Drawing enough breath to speak, voice trembling, the vampire spoke softly. "We had...a lot of fun." He managed to say. "She fucked me in the ass...she..." He looked over his shoulder, shuddered at the rusty, blood-coated blade still in her hand. "She used...that..."

The Master looked down at the blade, seemed to do a double-take. "Willow?"

"I can make Darla call me Lady Willow." The red head said, half-pouting, half-smiling at him, eyes glinting with pride. "I wasn't going to let Angelus rest until he called me my name. He was being so rude."

Against the wall, the dark vampire's legs went out from beneath him. He sagged to his knees, a wracking, choking sob of pain rising from his throat. Hunched over in a ragged heap on the floor, he shuddered.

"So you reduced Angelus to weeping after dominating his Sire, childe?" The Master didn't want to try and accept this piece of information. Yes, she had been innocent, but this dark side was darker than even he could have imagined.

She shrugged prettily, bent over the kneeling vampire and jerked his head back with his hair, her smile returning. "I just played." She murmured, langurously licking her way up the souled vampire's cheek. "Didn't I, puppy?"

He nodded, tears streaming from pained eyes, joining the pool of blood that had spread around his nude form.

"What did you say, puppy?" The knife ticklishly trailed down his spine.

"Yes, Lady Willow." He gasped, shivering.

Her hand locked around his neck, forcing him flat on the floor, body stretched out. She draped herself along his back, ignoring his whimpers of pain, one slender white hand beckoning her Sire as she spread those lithe legs.

"Show puppy how its done, Sire." She whispered as he sank down.

Pulling him into a vicious kiss, she felt the fallen vampire whimpering beneath them, as she ground against his ripped back. Slamming into her, the Master laughed cruelly as his grandchilde's whimpers grew louder, both he and his fiery little bitch soaked in Angelus' blood.

Yes, Willow truly did know the meaning of torture.

She truly was a fitting childe of the Hellmouth Master.



To Be Continued...



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