It's such a hot night. The sun shone brightly all day and now that it's evening, the air is heavy and still. Sweat pours from my body and the cold stone under my belly is some relief from the heat. I would love to understand what I'm doing here. With these two insatiable vampires. Am I insane? My friends would certainly think so if they knew. But I'm not sure.

Maybe a part of me…a very large part, gets off on this darkness. This need that never seems to be quenched within me. It all started with that dream. And then when Dracula arrived…and he saw the sexual side to me. The side that no one has ever seen. Certainly I never became like I am now, with Riley. We just had some stupid, generic sex that didn't add up to anything, and never touched anything inside of me. Angel was sweet and we made love, but it was my first time, and he was loath to touch anything dark in me. He didn't want to sully me. I was his golden Princess.

With Angelus and Spike, I'm a whore. I'm the bad girl. I'm freakin Faith…and I love it. They treat me like I'm some sort of cheap Goddess. I have never felt more alive, more inherently wickedly free, as I do now, with Spike slamming himself into me and Angelus' throbbing cock in my mouth.

This is pleasure of the likes I have never felt. I'm no longer Buffy…that bitch that has a cutesy blond boy-toy and a mass of friends who don't even listen…I'm the Slayer. The true Slayer. I'm the Lady of Darkness, fucking vampires and slaying them with my insides, not some piece of wood.

Spike grabs me and hauls himself up onto the coffin, drawing me onto his lap. He parts my ass with his strong fingers and I know what he's doing. No one man has ever done this to me before. Maybe it just seems so forbidden. He growls into my neck and then shoves up inside me and it's so full that I scream.

Angelus grins, his lips curling. I have come to know that smile so well. It's on his face when he has an idea. Coming closer, he watches for a moment as Spike thrusts me up and down onto his lap, and groans in my ear. I can feel the beads of sweat on my breasts and gasp when Angelus leans down and flicks one off with his tongue. He grabs my thighs and spreads them wide, then he slams inside me from the front. It is a sensation I have never felt. A fullness, a domination, a smothering…

Now I'm caught between these two men, and my tiny body feels their cool sweat, their chests and backs and cocks, rubbing me and ramming inside me and everything is blurry. The rush between my thighs comes and comes, as I orgasm over and over again. I've lost count how many times they've made me scream and bite them and scratch their flesh. Both grin and Angelus reaches behind and grabs Spike's ass, forcing him to thrust harder and deeper.

I know they will bite me soon. The anticipation of that final surrender is too much to bear. Whimpering and moaning, I lean my head back over Spike's shoulder and he drops a faintly tender kiss on my shoulder. He always seems to care for me when we fuck. Angelus does not.

Angelus is concerned with torturing me, giving me pleasure, and dominating me. He wants to OWN me and I have no problem with that. Somewhere in the back of my brain, I wonder what I am doing. But it doesn't register. I have needed this for so long. Needed this wild, sweaty coming together. Something REAL after two dead years with Riley trying to complete me.

Sometimes I wonder if I am just an animal like them. In the throes of our unions, when Spike is coming in my mouth, and Angelus is biting my neck, the blood running from his mouth like a macabre fountain, I wonder…am I no better? Am I the same as these two beasts, these two savage creatures that I am supposed to be murdering nightly?

It happens. Spike is always the first to lose control and sink his fangs into the smooth skin of my neck. He groans and drinks, coming inside me in the same instant. Angelus growls, kissing my mouth and grinning.

“You love it, Slayer.”

I should be withering at a comment like that. But I throw back my head, and admit to myself that I do love it. Angelus leans down, smells my flesh and then bites deep. The initial pain fades and this mind-numbing emptiness resides as they drink and drink, their bodies jerking with pleasure as they orgasm again and again.

I still hunt. But now I hunt these two beings that are now inside me. I tease them, play with them, wear little outfits I know will inflame their basic instincts. They run after me and God, I love that.

Finally, I am the one being hunted.

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