"I´m not your poppet, Drusilla". Giles hissed.

She smiled her mock child smile at him and pulled her wrist from his grasp. She sat astride his hips, her long organza gown gathered to her narrow knees. She stroked his chest and giggled when she heard him suck in his breath; when she felt his nipple harden under her fingers. "Poor, Slayer–less Watcher, so sad and lonely… You could have her back y´know."

He jolted upright so fast that Drusilla landed on her rump on the floor beside his bed. He glared down at her with the cold fire of hatred burning in his eyes. "I won´t rip her from heaven again!"

Drusilla gazed up at him and thrilled at his power. Mortal though he was; he would taste wonderful. She shivered and moaned at the thought of taking him. Her dark eyes beheld him and she told him of her vision. "You have to become like me to see your Slayer again. She will come to you in a hundred years, like Sleepin´ Beauty…" She ended in a cackle, which she stifled with the fingers of her left hand. Whilst Giles´ focus was on her fingers, she had stood and now whispered in his ear. "My childe would be gifted, a soul…of sorts would he possess…"

Her voice then came from the dining room, "Demons are like cakes assorted kinds wander round Perdition´s flames. Some escape, these make minions. Some wait for the mature wine, the wisest ones to possess. One waits for you, Watcher."

"Which one was yours?" Giles asked scornfully. Drusilla´s hand whipped in an arc toward his face and he stopped her with a word. She screamed in frustration and stamped her foot. He smiled briefly at her, "Would you like some tea m´dear?"

Drusilla forgot her fit of pique in a moment; it had been a very long time since she´d been invited to tea. She smoothed down her dress and perched prettily on the edge of a chair. "Yes thank you, in a china cup?" she smiled at him.

Giles bowed briefly to her and smirked secretly as she sat with her hands daintily clasped in her lap; the epitome of a Victorian lady. He got out the best china and placed a selection of biscuits on a sandwich plate. When the tea brewed, he transported all to the table on a large tray.

He sat opposite her and poured the tea whilst she nibbled on a biscuit. "Drusilla, how did you get into my house?" He replaced the teapot on the tray and stirred his tea, absently awaiting her answer.

"I slipped through the portal in your kitchen, it´s a spatial crossing point. If one knows the way, one doesn´t get lost." Drusilla sipped her tea, savouring the heat of the liquid with her tongue. ´Would the Watcher taste like this?´ She mused.

Giles swallowed and watched as she did the same. "You need to convince me of my fate Drusilla. I wouldn´t be a lapdog childe attending your every whim. If I were to believe you, I would retain my knowledge and gain and enhance the knowledge and experience of which ever demon possessed my body."

"Yes!" the mad Vampiress clapped her hands gaily. "I knew you were wise…" She left her seat and flew to his side. "But in your mind you wouldn´t forget me, would you? You´d be nice to me, come hunting with me?" She pleaded.

He looked into her eyes and realised that she was as lonely as he was. He took her hand in his and tried to imagine being in her company for a hundred years whilst he waited for Buffy. He couldn´t!

"Yes, Drusilla…Every night." He whispered as she tucked her head into his lap and wept cold tears of joy. Giles angled his body away from her and grimaced as her bony fingers caressed the flesh of his thighs. He needed her to turn him after that he didn´t need her.

He could feel his heart turning cold at the thought of vengeance and he smiled; his eyes glittering jet and emerald as his hand stroked her hair softly and he cooed sweet nothings to soothe her vile demonic spirit.

He shaved closely that last night. He stared at his reflection in the strong electric light to burn his likeness into his brain. He´d never see himself reflected again. He sighed and stepped onto his scales wondering if he would lose or gain weight; how much did a soul weigh?

He walked from the bathroom and toward Drusilla who waited, naked, at the foot of the stairs. Her one stipulation was that she had to turn him after he´d slept with her. So, he walked to the gallows foot and climbed thirteen steps to his loft bedroom.

The sex was adequate, not fantastic because she was a trifle inhibited by her catholic upbringing and her need for punishment was as intense as the orgasm it produced. If Giles had to sum it up, it was cold despair instead of hot passion. He´d managed to cum, to his shame, thinking of Wesley.

Drusilla, stretched out like a skinned cat, stark white against his cream sheets. She purred and rubbed her tummy, feeling the brief warmth of his seed inside her. Her eyes turned golden and she leapt at his body, wrapping her limbs round him constricting like a cold serpent.

Giles gasped at the sudden shift of control. His heart beat faster pushing blood round his body in a flood. Of course, he snatched at his thoughts; the scent of fear and adrenaline in the blood is what a vampire craves!

Drusilla´s claw like hand turned his head for access and he resisted, letting the vessels pulse a little longer, driving her mad with blood lust, she lifted her body upward once more and impaled herself on his erect cock. He yelled as chilled moisture surrounded him and he began to fuck her with all the lust lacking in their last coupling.

She dribbled over his neck and the sensation was like iced peppermint, burning without heat. He shook with his impending release, opened his eyes and saw a huge dark shadow waiting to take his place. Tension grew cavernous and suddenly he fell into the abyss, filling Drusilla´s undead flesh with his live hot seed. She sank her fangs into his carotid and drew away his life´s blood.

The pressures increased, and still he pumped into her body, accepting the cold, giving up his heat. His breath became staggered and reluctant, his eyes heavy lidded and vacant. His heart squeezed the last desperate drops of blood from its chambers and stuttered empty in his chest.

His body felt light. A pale figure and a dark figure exchanged places, the dark sinking into its new home. Drusilla slashed her wrist and she offered him her sacrifice.

He drank deeply, slowly but surely. He could feel Drusilla´s desperate struggles to be free of him. He looked up at her with golden eyes and she screamed! He continued to feast on his dark princess until she lay limp and shrunken on his sheets. Still the living dead because her eyelids twitched as he finally staked her.

End of part 3

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