Taking the Hard Way Out - ch 16

The good Spirits smiled benevolently down at them both, locked in each others embrace. Things were moving along as planned, and everything would soon be as it should. A whoosh of light and flame suddenly pierced through the spirits though, and the darkness that accompanied it enveloped the good Spirits and dragged them down towards the the caverns and basements that wound underneath the Hotel. The yowls of pain and the sounds of struggle shook the Hotel to its foundations. It was as though time had stopped to pay its respects.

The chill in the air, that had been nagging at the guests since their arrival intensified. Giles drew his coat tightly around himself. He hated this feeling of being so out of his depth. He was a watcher god-damn it, and just sitting around waiting for the next clue to land in his lap was driving him slowly insane.

**Ahhh insane,** he thought to himself, **like the vampiress Drucilla,** she facinated the more curious side of his nature. She was such a contridiction, so dark and evil, yet still retaining her childlike innocence. He coughed unconciously and adjusted himself slightly in his seat. How he would love to study her more closely, purely for the sake of research of course. It was incredible to him that she could be so seperate from reality but still managed to have learned so many things, like the demon languages. That had been totally unexpected, and he wondered what other secrets she held. Perhaps he shouldn't be so quick to dismiss her ramblings. After all, those ramblings could well turn out to be of importance to the scoobies wellbeing.

He needed to do something now though, something distracting. It was time to head back to the library, perhaps he could glean some more information about what they had to do.

Giles stood, gathering the tools of his trade; the parchment with the prophecy, a notepad, pencil and eraser. And headed out of his room in search of knowledge. As he exited the room, he strode straight into a waiting Drucilla.

"Ah, Drucilla, I was hoping we'd have a chance to speak again. The deciphering of the parchment last night was very enlighening, and I wanted to thank you for your assistance. I did, however, want to ask you what you thought, in particular about the archaic phrasing. I found it a little perplexing to say the least."

Drucilla hummed quitely to herself and Giles couldn't place the tune. It was something old, and strangely hypnotic. He unconciously began to hum along with the vampiress. She smiled secretly and took his hand, dancing around him in circles and rubbing gently against him.

Giles snapped back into himself as her thigh made contact with his. He pulled his hand quickly away from hers and moved away from her. "Perhaps later we can all meet in the parlor and discuss this further, but right now, I have to go."

Dru pouted in her very best little girl face, and whined at him, "Dance. We all have to take our turn. All they ever do is dance." Then her whining lifted into a higher pitch as she became agitated. "Ooohh.... Up, down, over and over goes my pretty pretty. Why do I have to wait in the line. Wheres my ticket?" Drucilla keened into Giles ear, "Over and over, round and round, the birdies won't land for the winter." Her hands traced the air around Giles face, fluttering without landing. "They'd rather die than be in the warmth."

"Yes well, its hardly warm in here is it? this infernal chill will be the death of me." Giles tried to move past her, "If you'll excuse me, I have somewhere I need to be right now, Perhaps you should go and find 'Daddy' I'm sure you're being missed."

Drucilla started to wail at the mention of Angel. "He's dying and he can't be saved. What's the time? There isn't time." She paused and looked at Giles with a terrifying clarity. "Why do they call you Watcher? You don't wear a watch. Do you just watch as we all drown and die til the darkness has been consumed?"

Drucilla sounding lucid was infinately more frightening than her insane ramblings and Giles found himself backing away from her but she just moved closer to him, shadowing him down the hallway. Her eyes were wild and even though she didn't have a need for breath, she was panting anyway. Like a lioness after a kill. The golden glitter in her pupils flashed intermittently, looking for all the world like twinkling starlight.

Giles felt the panic rising in his chest, even as his groin was rising with arousal. He grappled behind him, searching blindly for an open door, a means of escape. Hardly dignified Watcher-like behaviour. But he knew if he stayed things were bound to get even less watcherly.

"Thank god," he muttered to himself as the handle gave way and the door behind him opened. He turned swiftly and threw himself into the room slamming the door behind himself.

As his eyes adjusted to the dim light he began to make out shapes. He could see chains and a large wooden chair, similar to a thone, but nowhere near as elegant, the chair had cuffs on the arms and legs, obviously meant for restraining the wrists and ankles of its guest. There was a table to one side. Laid out with surgical precision was an impressive selection of whips, some knives, and 2 paddles -- one made of wood, and another that was leather on one side, and velvet on the other. Giles couldn't stop himself from picking it up and testing its weight. It felt good in his hand, like it had been made for him. He quickly put it down, afraid to get too comfortable with it.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a movement in the shadows. He jumped slightly, startled, his movement taking him unconciously toward the chair. She was on him in an instant, forcing him backwards even further 'til the chair hit the back of his legs, knocking him into the seat. She snapped the manacles shut before he could even think to struggle.

"How did you get in here Drucilla? I locked you outside."

"The whisperers wanted me to be with you. All the darkness and light will be as one. Watch me, be in me timekeeper; be in me." Her voice took on a hypnotic quality as she took his mind on a journey with her own. their eyes locked as she swayed to and fro, beckoning his mind and body to join with her.

"Tic-tok.... tic-tok ... tic-tok." Her head flicked from side to side in time with her words. Then she stopped. "Its time."

She glided towards him, slowly stripping her dress from her shoulders. Giles hardened as he watched her striptease. Her hips swayed and shimmied as the dress fell the rest of the way to the floor, leaving her naked before him. She danced and swayed, turning so that he could see her from all angles. He strained against the chair, desperate to break free, not sure if he wanted to run away from her seductions or towards them.

She leaned into him, so close that he could smell her, almost taste her skin. She licked slowly up his jawline towards his ear. The tension was angonising. As she laved her tongue against his skin, her hands slowly, but deliberately unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it open and off his shoulders. She whispered against his neck, "Awwww, poor birdy, Miss Edith says I need to rip you, tear you open, and let all the pain fly away. Do you want to hurt?"

"I, I.... no, I mean, I don't know, please no......."

She reached around his neck, so that her breasts rubbed lightly against his cheeks. He tried to pull back and away, not wanting to give in to the temptations laid before him. As he pulled back, Drucilla took hold of a leather collar that was attached to the back of the chair. Her nimble fingers made quick work of locking the buckle into place, and Giles found that with his head secured, his entire body was now immovable.

"Pain loves company my birdy. Are you where it's warm yet?" Drucilla sliced along his collarbone with her fingernail as she asked, smiling with glee as his blood dripped down his chest and snaked towards his nipple. "Go south for the winter little robin, down down down." Then she dipped her head and lapped at the trail of blood on his chest, circling his nipple and painting little patterns with the red stain. Giles hips bucked involuntarily. Dru took pity on his condition and reaching down, flicked open his belt and pants, easing him loose.

Then she left him.

He couldn't turn and see her, but he could hear her at the table. Trying to imagine what she was doing was making him harder and harder. The anticipation was agonising. He strained his ears, desperate for any clue as to what lay ahead for him. Then, just as the tension was becoming unbearable, it happened: the sting as the riding crop landed over his collarbone, right where she had cut him. He screamed out, as much from suprise as from actual pain.

She began to giggle, "That's what my birdy wanted, wasn't it?" The crop fell again, across his other shoulder. He wished that he could see her. He wanted to watch her body as she put all her strength into the swing. He wanted to appreciate her power.

"Your birdy wants to see you." His voice was a harsh whisper.

"Tut tut. Birdies can't talk. Not little robins with red breasts. You can only whistle. Call out to your mate."

Giles pursed his lips and made a low whistle.

Drucilla grinned widely. "Birdy likes to play," she singsonged, clapping her hands and dancing around into sight. "What a good good birdy. Miss Edith says we can let you out of your cage a little now." She reached forward and released one wrist. Giles reached out and grabbed her as soon as he felt the small amount of freedom. He pulled her in, and latched onto her breast with his mouth, rolling the nipple between his teeth and flicking it with his tongue. She moaned with pleasure as he devoured her. "You're getting warmer," she whispered. "Will my birdy burn for me?"

A low rumbling in his throat was his only reply.

He spun her around so that her back was facing him... and pulled her closer, so that her buttocks were pressed against him. He thrust his hips up and she pressed back even further in reply to his unspoken request. His fingers tweaked her nipple as the weight of her breast rested in the palm of his hand. Not being able to take control of situation was driving him to the brink. He needed to feel her under him, and surrounding him, soon, before he came in his own lap.

The heat radiated from him, as he fought for control of himself. Drucilla's head was laying back on his bloodied collarbone, and he was thrusting his tongue into her ear as he dry humped the cleft of her ass. He dropped his hand from her breast, and down to her clit. He teased her, just brushing gently against her.

She was torn. If she moved forward to get more contact with his hand, she would loose the delicious feel of his cock against her, but she needed more from his fingers. She growled and vamped out. He wasn't supposed to be the one controlling her. She leapt up and turned around, stepping through the arms of the chair so that her feet were back on the ground, but she was directly above him. She sunk onto his erection with a ferocity befitting her demonic existance. He gasped as he realised that she had vamped. It was all he could do not to come. She was so feral, completely wild and untamed. And he was inside her. He was part of that wildness. He thrust into her, and she pushed back against him as hard as she could. Her legs wrapped around the back of the chair giving her more leverage. Her strength was terrifying, and he prayed that he came before she snapped him in two.

His free hand clung to the cheek of her arse, and one finger probed against her seeking entrance. His mouth latched onto her neck, suckling and biting her as she came in waves around him. The chill of her fluids shocked him into his own orgasm. They sunk against each other, both of them damp with his sweat.

After a few moments Drucilla climbed off and started to clean the both of them with her tongue, lapping up the salty sweat, still with her vampire visage on. She lifted one, then the other of her breasts and licked them for his viewing pleasure, never breaking eye contact. When she had done as much of herself as she could reach, she started on him. Like a cat cleaning its kitten. Occasionally she would slice him slighty with one of her fangs and then quickly lick the wound shut again. By the time she was done, he was covered in tiny cuts in a zig-zag pattern over his chest and thighs. He was hard again from her ministrations, and she gave him a leisurely blow job before gathering her dress up like everything that had just happened had been the most normal thing in the world, and started towards the door.

Giles cleared his throat, then asked softly, "Are you going to untie me Drucilla?"

"No need to birdy, the others will take you where you are needed now."

"What others?" Giles struggled against his binding, "NO! You can't leave me here like this, DRUCILLA! What others?" He tried to manipulate the bindings on his right hand using only his free left one, but the buckles were on the outer side and he couldn't get the angle right. He watched as she stepped back into the hall, her clothing bundled up under her arm, naked as the day she was born.

There were voices outside. It was Xander and Cordelia. He looked down. His shirt and pants were unbuttoned and his flacid cock bare for anyone to see. He tried to one handedly stuff himself into his pants as the voices got closer and closer. He could here them clearly now, talking to Drucilla. She was telling them where he was. The blush of shame left him feeling like he truly was Dru's burning birdie.

Xander walked into the room. "Hey, watcherman, you ready to go then?"

Cordelia followed, "You know, Xander, this hotel really isn't good enough. How can I work my tan without a pool? We really need to find a way out of Bates Central."

They both stopped and looked at Giles, as he flustered and blushed an even darker shade of crimson.

"Well, G-man, you're not going to just sit there all day are you? Places to go, ghosts to bust, ya know."

Giles looked down at himself, only to realise that he was sitting in the parlor chair in his suite, fully clothed and as dignified looking as ever.

"Did you two just see Drucilla in the hall?" he asked tentitively

"Yeah, Giles she said something about us needing to go to the library with you, and then some rambling about letting the birdies all fly free. She is one seriously sick puppy."

"And....ehem.... she was clothed?"

The two teenagers looked at him like he'd just grown two heads, "Of couse she was. Are you feeling all right?" Cordy asked.

"Perfectly," he answered quickly. "Right, we best be off then, and get the others."

tbc....