em december topic picture prompt calm before the storm

[iwasfading]

I like to play with my victims sometimes. Usually if I'm bored or they are particularly fascinating. I prefer the clubs as hunting grounds because you find the most beautiful people on the dance floor. They move in time to the music, working up a sweat as they grind against each other, searching for a bit of friction

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[goaskmalice]

Damn. Sweet ride. Shit. After I fuck this girl and slay this girl I'm gonna steal this girl's ride. Chances are she probably stole it unless she's got a ton of cash sitting around somewhere. In which case maybe I was gonna inherit all kinds of bank on top of a sweet ride and a possibly sweet crib. Man, I totally scored tonight. I smiled the smile at her, y'know the one they all eat up cause it just screams fuck me.

Anything you want baby. Anything to get me a little closer to where it is you live exactly. Connor and Spike weren't gonna believe this shit. I'm having a streak of good luck lately for real.

"Sure thing baby." I practically purred as I got into the Viper and checked it out. Leather interior, nice! Lighting up a smoke I played around with her radio as she burned rubber outta the parking lot and back out onto the street. The warm desert air whipped past me as I smoked my cigarette and cranked her stereo all the way up.

I'd dosed up a few hours ago but I was still flying fucking high right now, and so I stuck my hand out the window a little bit and let it rise and fall with the wind.

"Where we going?" I finally asked her, cause I couldn't really tell but it felt like we were driving pretty far.

[iwasfading]

The house I had was pretty fucking nice. I met the daughter at one of the clubs and convinced her to give me an invite inside. Then I ate her parents and kept her around for a few days before I grew bored with her. I'd taken up residence for about a week now and the best part was there were no neighbors for miles. Just the fucking desert. Maybe I'd this slayer make a run for it. A little hide and go seek if she wanted.

"My place," I said in a soft tone, letting my hand slip off the stick for a moment to run across her thigh for just a second before shifting back into gear as I took a sharp left turn that would take us to the house. It was three miles down the private road to reach the destination. I loved the privacy.

"You never gave me your name, baby." I had no idea if she planned to give me one or not. Something about her reminded me a lot of me. The way she smirked like she had big plans for me. She had no clue what she had gotten herself into for tonight. Hell, I'd probably keep her for at least a couple of days. Much too hot to just kill or turn and send back to Daddy. I wanted to play with her properly first.

I drove off the private road toward the driveway that looped back to take me to the back of the house. Had no idea why they needed so much privacy, but it worked in my favor. I'd even decorated one of the bedrooms into a play room. Lots of fun toys and plenty of chains. I bet she would look spectacular wearing nothing but chains. As I parked the car, I turned and looked at her.

"Come on." I said as I stepped out of the car and walked around to the side of the house as I waited for her to join me. Once she was out of the car, I finally got a good look at her eyes. "You high, baby?"

[goaskmalice]

Okay, the sweet crib was a definite I couldn't help but think as we pulled up in front of the house. Damn. Okay, this vamp had done well for herself. Spike the Crypt Lover and Angel the Cheap Bitch could learn a few things from this girl. Seriously, maybe I'd keep her alive just long enough to write them a memo or something. Do vampires write memos?

I was even more impressed we pulled up in the driveway. I followed her up the steps and past a pool up through a pair of glass doors into a giant kitchen. It was immaculate and it made me think why the hell would a vampire need a kitchen anyway? They just eat people. oh well, it probably came equipped with the house. You can't just have a kitchen free house. I think.

"Yeah, I'm cool." I said to her when she asked me if I was high. Was I high? Well yeah, I was still ridin' high and tonight was a good high instead of one of the tremors that seemed to follow me around. When shit got so bad I couldn't see straight and it fucking hurt like hell. I wondered if Connor was having a night like that. The one where you can't escape every ghost that's ever haunted you.

I hope not for his sake but there was nothing I could do for him if he was. You gotta get through those on your own.

"Nice digs." I said to her as I spun around and gave her my best smirk ever. "My name's.....Buffy by the way. Who the hell are you?" I asked her as I sauntered up to her and grabbed her beltloops pulling her closer to me. "Besides mine for the night."

[iwasfading]

Buffy? Oh she picked the wrong name to toss at me. I knew who Buffy was thanks to running into Dru a couple years back. She told me all about the tiny blonde slayer who made Daddy and Angelus her bitch. I researched and I saw her pictures. I knew every little curve of that hot little body. Not that she held a candle to my girl here.

"Lying isn't nice," I scolded as my hand snaked out lightening fast and slapped her hard across the face. I pushed her up against the wall and smirked at her. "Buffy is a little blonde slayer who has too many lives. You're much hotter than she is."

God she was so fucking hot. I wanted to cut her open and see her insides. What made her tick?

"Now, tell me your name or I'm going to call you kitten and make you eat off the floor like a proper pet."

[goaskmalice]

Huh? I barely heard what she said and that I was gettin' bitchsmacked. I looked back up at her just in time to get pushed up against the wall. Ooh, we were gonna play rough were we? Well, fuck. That was okay by me too. How the hell did she know B? Well, I guess Buffy is famous but so am I! Now I'm just insulted that she doesn't know who I am.

"Pet?" I cracked a slight smirk at her which turned into a grin followed by laughter. Oh, I'm sorry. Do you not find this as funny as I do, Twinkie? Cause I'm laughing my ass off at this bitch. Make me eat off the floor like a pet. Riiight.

"You're cute." I said to her, tapping her lightly on the nose as I pushed her away from me hard. "You don't need to know my name, sweetie. You're gonna be callin' me God for the rest of the night." I smirked at her with a little wink as I shoved her so hard that she landed on her back on the floor.

[iwasfading]

She wanted to play hard. I liked that because most people can't keep up. You play with them too hard and they break. Pretty little bodies growing cold on the floor. She was a slayer. She could take it and stay warm.

My foot lashed out hard and connected with her stomach, tossing her against the wall so hard that the clock on the wall fell to the floor and shattered. I was on my feet and grinning as she bounced off the wall.

"Show me what you got little slayer. It's all just foreplay to me."

That's right, baby, I know what you are, but you only know half of what I am. I hurled my body at her, knocking us out of the kitchen so that rolled into the living room. I was on top which was how I liked it. I punched her hard in the face so she could understand I wasn't like the other vamps she lured away from the clubs to kill.

Now I understood why I liked her so much. She was just like me. We lured our victims away, had our fun, and then destroyed them. I licked my lips before smashing them against her and kissing her so hard that I could taste blood.

[goaskmalice]

She was like a fucking force of nature. She kicked me wicked hard and then rolled us all the way into the living room with her on top. She slugged me again right in the face and I felt kinda woozy for a sec and I wasn't sure if it was cause I was high or if this chick was like on steroids.

She kissed me so hard I felt my body warm instantly to her's even though she just practically jumped my ass and surprised the fuck out of me. Okay, this isn't good. I'm supposed to be the boss here, I'm the one in control. Screw screwing this chick, I was all about the kill now.

"What the hell are you on?" I gasped out once she pulled away from me before I slammed my fist hard into her face before kicking up so that she flew off of me and slammed into the side of the wall.

She was on her feet faster than I was on mine and quickly I pulled the stake out of my jacket. Fuck foreplay. I wanted this bitch dead so I could go outside and crank up some Metallica on her Viper's stereo.

Too bad, sweet little ride she was, just like her car. But I don't have time for a fight to the death tonight. I just want her stuff pretty much. Nice clothes too. Thanks, whatever your name is.

[iwasfading]

She had some kick to her punch. I hit the wall with a satisfying thud and bounced right back to my feet. Oh did kitten have a stake? Now that isn't very nice. Sure, it was smart, but not nice.

"You want to kill me?" I asked with a pout as I walked toward her slowly. Look at me, princess, look me right in the eyes. As soon as I caught her gaze, I held it as I lowered my voice to a hypnotic tone, "Stakes are not nice, kitten. I'll have to punish you if you don't let it go."

Don't let it go. I wanted to punish her so bad. I bet she wanted me too. She was dying for some attention.

I moved a step closer and grabbed hold of her wrist on the hand that held the stake so hard that I knew she felt it. Yeah, baby, I have a hell of a grip. I grabbed hold of the stake and hurled it across the room before pushing her down to the ground so that she was on her knees. Yeah, she should be on her knees all the time.

I let go of her wrist and backhanded her hard across the face. The sound of the slap echoed off the walls. What a delicious sound. Settling into a crouch, I looked at her and smirked.

"You going to play nice now or do I need to drag you down the hall to play in my playroom?"

[goaskmalice]

What the hell was goin' on? I just looked at her and it was like I got lost somewhere. I can't explain it, but I just sort of got lulled into nothing. She sounded so fucking nice, I just wanted to touch her and please her and do whatever she wants me to do and hey, I'm on my knees now and there's no stake in my hand.

I shook my head after she backhanded me and looked up at her. What? God, I'm trippin' so hard, that's what this is. Cause vamps don't hit this hard. So it's either in my imagination which means all I can do is run and hide or I'm just so knocked for a loop that she seems so much worse than she is. I don't know. I can't look away from her.

I really didn't wanna know what her version of a playroom was and I wasn't going in there, wherever it was. It was my playroom now. All of this? Mine. I won it fair and square by picking up such a quality kill tonight.

Angrily I lunged at her, givin' it all I got and knocked her hard to the floor. Smashing my fist into her jaw I rolled over the top of her and brought her up and slamming back down hard to the floor as I landed on top of her.

"You wanna play nice? You wanna play fucking nice?!" I practically growled at her angrily as I slammed her head against the floor. I need some wood.