"You actually sleep with this guy?"

"Riley my boy.  Good to see you've woken up.  Thought I might have to start without you," I say warming my hands over the fire.  I knocked him out and brought him back to my mansion on Crawford Street.  I can still smell Buffy here.

God it's sweet.

And recent.  She must have been here after Soul boy vacated.  Probably swooning or something.

I walk over to him.  "Not talkin'?  There's always some way to correct that."

I pull out a cigarette from my ear and place it in my mouth.  Then I take out a box of matches.  I take one match out.  I can see Mr-I'm-not-talkin has got a bit of stubble from the last time he shaved.  I run the match quickly along his jaw and it lights.

Then I put the flame at the tip and it lit.  I flick the match against soldier boy and he jumps as it hits him then falls to his feet.  I stamp on it.

"Oops."  I take a drag and blow the smoke in his face. He coughs.  "Want one?"

"No," he says dryly.  I inhale again and blow the smoke out in a perfect cloud in front of his face.  I even the edges with my finger.  "Don't you know smoking is bad for you?" He says.

My head snaps up with the fag in my mouth.  I take it between finger and thumb.

"You're right," I say pressing the end onto his forehead.  He grits his teeth.  "But I'm 246 years old.  What's it gonna do to me?"  I bunch his cheeks together and stare for a second.  Then I push it away, smacking his skull against the wall.

I go back over to the fire to check my instruments for fucking first class torture.

"Why don't we talk about you and Buffy?"

His head rolls round.  I've chained his wrists and secured the chain over the metal fixture where Buffy chained Soul boy after he came back from hell.

I walk over and slap his face.  "Sergeant Fucker Answer me!"

"Go to Hell!" He makes out, spluttering blood. Gorgeous red classic fucking blood.

I punch his stomach and he doubles over best he can.  "Been there done that. Start again.  Have to warn you Riley.  Patience isn't what it used to be.  You and Buffy."

"What about us?"

I pull out a hot poker from the fire.  "There's the mistake. There is no 'us' when it comes to you and Buffy.  I might have to make you remember that."

My facial features shift and Riley looks upon a vampire.  I advance towards him and he stares at the poker.  "Yeah cliché I know but I couldn't help myself.  They're just so fun.  They way you hear the flesh sizzle when you..." I say pressing the poker on his chest.  He screams in agony.  "You'll get used to it... actually you won't."  I drag the poker over his stomach and arms.  "That hurt?"  I can see his flimsy mortal flesh become liquid like.
Sizzling, burning.  Oh YES.

I stab the poker into his side, to avoid vitals to keep the torture going longer.  He doubles over and yells in pain.  He spits up blood.  When he rises up again bloods running down his mouth onto his bare newly scarred chest.

"Just kill me," he begs softly.  "Don't touch Buffy."

"What!" I scream in a rage stabbing the poker into his other side.  He screams again and bends over.  "Have you learned nothing?!"  I throw the poker across the room and into the fire like a javelin.  The fire flames up.  "The REASON I'm torturing you is because YOU touched Buffy.  You stupid fuck!"

I grab my coffee table and throw it against the wall.  It shatters.  I pick up a one of the legs.  I growl and stalk over to him.  My teeth are gleaming. I'm SO hungry.

"You're obviously not getting the whole purpose of this exercise.  Yeah, it's to kill you, but BEFORE that, I want you to know the error of your ways. Since your fucking Jesus, you won't mind being semi crucified."

I stab the stake into his right hand.  It cracks through the bones and comes out the other side.  He lets a sharp shrill outcry of pain come from deep inside.  I'm breaking him.  I go out and pick up another stake.  "Without the cross bit of course.  Me being here and all," I say.  "I don't tend to do well with crosses."  I stake the other piece of wood through his other hand in the same way.  His scream echoes through the mansion.

As my childe put it, THAT'S music.

He's mortal, surely he can't last longer.

"So Agent Dead Cunt, what have we learned today?" I quiz him.  Before he answers I take a blade out of my boot.  I push the point against his throat.Almost enough to break the skin.

"Buffy..." he says.  He knows he's dying.  "I love Buffy," he says almost drunkenly.

"Wrong answer bitch," I say punching his head back.  It smacks off the marble and it drops again.  I grab a bottle of scotch that’s on the table.  I take a deep drink from it and sit down on the edge of my old chair.  "In the grand scheme of things, Buffy doesn't love either of us.  Its Soul boy she yearns for would give anything for.  Love disgusts me Riley. Did I tell you that?  But Buffy and I.  She's touched darkness for the first time.  And she loved it.  She's got a taste for it now Riley and she'll come back to me.  No matter if I kill you, Xander, Giles, Hell- her mother.  Buffy will come to me.  She hates me with so much passion. And I hate her.  She's the Slayer for Christ’s sake!  But the passion.  And that Riley is what Buffy and I share.  Passion.  The passion to love, the passion to hate and the passion to love the hate which you fear."

I got up and I'm walking around in front of him explaining the way things are to him.  His head is barely moving save for some spluttering.  I grab his hair and pull his head up.

"Still with me?"

He just stares with bloodshot eyes.

"Not for much longer."

I rip the stake out his right hand.  He yells but with less fire.  He got no energy to express the aching he feels, especially as I pull out the second one.

"Or maybe it is."  I hold his body tight but push his arm back.  He cries in pain.  His tears were falling fast.  Then I heard the bone break in the middle and dislocate.  "God I love that sound."

"Any last words Riley Finn?" I ask growling.

"So she doesn't love you."

I just stare at him.

"And she doesn't love me."

Again, I stare at him.

"She's never there when I touch her.  She's never with me when we make love. And she's not with you,"

"No."

"So she's with... Angel?"

"Correct," I growl.

"She loves him?"

"Yes."

"And partly because you are him, she won't kill you.  That's a shame."

"Boo fucking hoo."

He leans out from the wall, the chains holding him back.  I lean forward.  "I would. But you’re too much of a pussy of a demon to let me go and we can turn this man to a vampire.  You fucking cunt.  If you ever think Buffy would love you... you’re so wrong.  So to HELL with you.  But I gotta say I like you better than Angel."

"You've never met Angel."

"Buffy loves him, I hate him.  It's that fucking simple."

"Any other confessions from the heart?"

"Yeah."  He sways forward again.  "Fuck you Angelus!"

"Not the best choice of words you fuck rag.  And my Buffy will do that just fine," I say shrugging.  Then in one swift motion I rip his head to the side and savagely bite into his neck vein.  He chokes.  I viciously suck and drain him of what little blood he has left.  Then when I'm done I throw his head away in disgust.  For good measure I rip his throat out so deep that his spine is exposed at the back.

Here ended the lesson, Boy.

I stand back and admire my handiwork.  We've got several puncture wounds, one of which in the liver, a cigarette burn on his forehead, two stake wounds in his hands, two puncture marks and a ripped out throat.

Given more time I could have done much worse.  Days, weeks even.

But I am seriously horny and I need to find that Slayer of mine.  Fuck her ‘til she begs and then kill another of her friends.

God, I LOVE being a vampire and that fucking Slayer.

I didn't just say that.  I meant fucking that Slayer.

Great, so she's fucked me up royally.

I'll kill her for it.
 
 

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