Xander looked up from his meal, a petite redhead, his distended features peering up at Faith with interest. “Who?”

Faith toyed with her knife, then glanced speculatively at her captive. Shrugging almost carelessly, she plunged the sharp blade into the young man’s chest, closing her eyes reverently upon hearing his screams of terror and pain. When his dying words ceased bubbling up from his chest like last gasps of air, she opened her eyes again. “Buffy, of course.”

Xander rolled his eyes, dipping his mouth back down to the girl’s neck, sucking the last drops of blood from her. When he was done he threw her corpse away from him and licked his lips. He sat back, pulling Faith down on top of him. “Haven’t we been trying to do that for the last year?”

Faith pouted. “And we would have succeeded by now if you’d have turned me like I asked you to.”

Xander shook his head. “You’re much more useful alive. You have your Slayer strength so it’s not like you need to be a vampire to be strong. And you can walk around in the light. You can go anywhere you want.”

Faith ran her hands over his bare chest, her fingernails scraping lightly over his nipples. Xander’s head rolled back on his shoulders and he closed his eyes, grabbing her hands and holding them in place. Faith pulled her hands away, letting one head towards the waistband of his leather pants, the other ascending to tangle in his ebony hair. “I want to go where you go,” she protested. “I don’t want to walk in the light and sleep during the night. I want to be with you, I want to be yours. Totally yours.”

Xander smiled in satisfaction. He’d never had a prayer of getting Faith to stay with him as a human, but as a vampire he had her wrapped around his little finger. She didn’t have a problem with killing, and she’d helped him hunt many nights. Not to mention that she was sexy as hell, and an incredible lover. Xander had contemplated turning her many times, but he liked the hold he had over her. As a human, despite the abilities her Slayer-ness provided her, she was weak. He could easily manipulate her. It made him understand and appreciate Buffy’s devotion to Angel in a way he never had when he was human.

Buffy. Xander turned thoughtful. He wanted her dead. He wanted it so badly he could taste it. Could taste her… He dreamt of watching the terror in her eyes as he slit her throat, lapping up her sweet blood as it ran over her naked breasts…

“So what did you have in mind?” Xander asked Faith abruptly. He ignored, with difficulty, the feeling of her hands working their magic on the rest of his body. “How do you propose we kill her?”

“We manipulate her mind,” Faith purred, dipping her head to run her tongue over Xander’s pulse point, or, where it would have been if he had one. The feel of her warm tongue on his icy flesh made Xander’s body tighten with desire. “We can persuade her to want to become one of us. We play on her weaknesses, her insecurities. We allow her to believe she can escape it all if she lets us turn her. Then when it comes time, we drain her. We watch her as she comes to the realization that we’re going to kill her, not offer her everlasting life. In those few seconds before she dies, we’ll have attained perfect triumph over her.”

The vision that played through Xander’s head, combined with the feel of Faith’s hands on his body, proved so erotic that Xander couldn’t control his demon any more. He violently flipped Faith underneath him, tearing away her clothes as she disposed of his. They came together with a wild, animalistic passion unlike any they’d ever experienced.

As they approached total satisfaction, Xander made a decision. He lowered his head to Faith’s neck and sank his fangs into her, sucking at her tender skin, drawing her thick, rich blood into his mouth. Faith cried out as she felt him fill her, at the same time she filled him.

When she became dizzy from the lack of blood, Xander pulled away. He quickly made a small slit on his own throat and bent his head so that Faith’s mouth hovered near the seeping wound. Faith eagerly applied her lips to his throat, sucking at his blood. The coppery liquid filled her mouth and she coughed, but continued to swallow it. When she’d taken several mouthfuls, Xander drew back, pulling out of her at the same time.

Faith passed out while Xander held her in his arms. “Sleep, my newest Childe,” Xander whispered. “When night comes, you’ll take your place at my side for all eternity.”

Xander watched as Faith rose, her beautiful face transformed by the demonic visage that took over. Faith pressed her hand to her stomach. “I’m hungry,” she growled. She sniffed the air; practically tasting the blood that she knew was near. She looked around and saw another redhead tied up in the corner, and she smirked. Xander had always preferred eating redheads. Faith assumed it was a way to get revenge for all the pain Willow had caused him when he had been human.

Faith took several steps towards the girl in the corner, and her smile widened when the girl turned towards the noise. “Oh Xander, you brought me Willow!” she cried delightedly. Willow glared up at her defiantly while Xander shrugged.

“Step one in our plan to hurt Buffy,” he said with a wave of his hand. “First we kill everyone she loves. She’ll be feeling so much pain that she’ll never try to oppose us.”

Willow glared at Xander. “You obviously don’t know much about Buffy,” she said with a sneer. “Buffy will be so angry at you for killing everyone that she’ll stop at nothing to see you both staked.”

Faith snarled at Willow and closed the remaining distance between them. “Then we’ll just have to see which of us is right. Unfortunately for you, you won’t be around if you have reason to gloat.” Willow cried out as Faith savagely attacked her, raking her fangs across Willow’s throat, shoulders and face as she drank. She straightened when Willow was no more than a bloody, mangled husk.

“That was fun,” she said with a grin. She wrapped her arm around Xander’s waist and glanced out the window. “Now let’s go find the goody-two-shoes counterpart of myself and mess with her mind.”

Xander chuckled as Faith led the two of them out of his lair. He glanced down at her with amusement shining in his eyes, glad he had finally honored her request to turn her. He could tell that she was a Childe who would make her Daddy proud.

Xander and Faith strolled through the cemeteries, looking for Buffy. Faith was certain that she could smell Buffy, had a connection with her that no other vampire had. They were both Slayers, and that bonded them. However, Faith was getting frustrated because it seemed like Buffy was always one step ahead of them. Whenever they entered a cemetery, Faith knew that Buffy had been there just minutes earlier.

Xander, on the other hand, didn’t mind in the least that Buffy had always just left. He was sure that she knew she was being tracked, and that added to his enjoyment of the whole game. Knowing Buffy as he had, he knew that she was getting angry, but anxious, at the deliberate toying-with she was receiving.

Faith let out a small cry of delight when, after missing Buffy eight cemeteries in a row, in the ninth they hit pay dirt. They saw a slight glimmer of blonde hair through a bush, and Faith sauntered around the edge of it.

“Hello, Pollyanna,” Faith greeted her, a deadly smirk on her lips. Buffy whirled around, her cross and stake raised defensively. Her eyes dulled when she saw Xander emerge as well and put his hand on Faith’s shoulder.

“Oh great,” she sighed. “Faith and Xander. Throw in Spike and my bad day will be complete.”

Faith chuckled throatily. “Spike is off searching for his loony-tunes half-wit again,” she purred, circling Buffy and eyeing her. Buffy watched Faith warily, trying to keep an eye out for Xander, as well. “So, you’ll just have to make do with us.”

Buffy glared at the dark-haired vampire. “Could you please just get on with it? I have other things on my mind that take precedence over you two. Just make a move, I’ll kick your asses, and I can concentrate on other things.”

“Yes, Willow is missing, isn’t she?” Xander put in, smiling darkly. “I’m sure you must be very worried about her.”

Buffy whipped her head around to stare at Xander. “You have her, don’t you?” she said flatly. Xander and Faith glanced at each other, identical Cheshire-cat smiles appearing on their faces. “If you so much as harm one hair on her head,” Buffy started to threaten them, when Xander cut her off with a fake yawn.

“Threats, threats,” he said dismissively. “When will you learn that threats from you are about as harmless as a fly?” he asked pityingly. “You still think I should fear you. Well guess what, Buff. I don’t. I know you. And that gives me the advantage. ‘Cause since I’ve been turned? You don’t know me at all.” Xander turned around and began to walk away, confidant that Buffy would try something.

Faith snarled as Buffy lunged at Xander, stake aimed at his heart. Xander didn’t miss a beat as he turned on his heel and grabbed her hand, pulling it upward so that Buffy’s body was pulled to his. Xander gave a final yank on her arm, dislocating her shoulder, making her cry out in pain. Xander’s now-yellow eyes peered down into Buffy’s pained, angry green ones.

“I know something else about you, Buffy,” he purred. Faith appeared at his side and he took his attention from Buffy, still holding her to him as he turned and kissed Faith hungrily. He turned back to Buffy and smirked, letting her arm go and throwing her away from him. “Before long, you’ll be begging me to make you one of us.”

Buffy cradled her arm against her chest, glaring at their retreating forms as she watched Faith and Xander walk out of the cemetery.