Her laughter echoed in his mind as she smiled at him in the fading glow of twilight. Her smile, as always took his breath away. Shadows played across her body stretched out on his bed, her eyes sparkling with love for him. His heart started to beat faster and faster as he read the love in her eyes, something so pure and so right. How could they ever have doubted each other? They were meant to be; she was his eternity, his destiny.

He touched his lips to hers softly, reverently. He never thought he could love this way. He was an open book to her... his heart... his soul. She trembled, amazed at how much she loved this man. Her head tipped back as he traced his mouth down her throat, lips slightly open. She shivered as she heard a carnal growl escape from his throat, his tongue slowly caressing her. A moan escaped her own lips and she felt him harden against her leg through his slacks. She arched up, ever so slightly, her legs parting to make a cradle for him to rest. His hands softly caressed her delicate mounds, lightly tugging at her turgid nipples. She sighed with pleasure at the contrast of gentle touches and his calloused fingers.

Her hands lightly traced his back, enjoying the smooth hard flesh and rippling muscles. It was as if he was trying to read her skin through his touch, to learn all he could about the spectacular woman underneath him. He lowered his head to kiss her gently, his lips seeking contact with hers before he allowed himself to trail an open mouth kiss down to her breasts. He could feel her heart beating rapidly under his ministrations. A Ripperish grin passed over his face as he gently breathed on her, not allowing her the contact she craved so intensely. She arched up towards him, trying to get his tongue to make contact with her nipple, her fingernails digging into his back, pulling him down towards her.

"Please."

It was a breathless moan, an entreaty. He swirled his tongue in wide circles around her nipple, letting them grow smaller and smaller until he rasped his tongue across the hardened tip. A mewl escaped her as she pressed herself into him. He stopped teasing her and sucked the tender tip into his mouth, sucking with the pressure she craved. He turned his attention to the other and offered the same treatment. Buffy lightly scraped her nails across his nipples, grinning as he jumped.

Softly he rested his head against the soft skin of her concave stomach, reassured by her heartbeat. This wasn't a dream, it was true, they where finally together. Face tender, Buffy reached down and gently ran her hands through his soft sandy hair, understanding perfectly. With a sigh, he turned his head and pressed a kiss to her fragrant flesh.

She sighed, stretching underneath him, adoring his weight, the feel of him.

"Mmm" Giles whispered. "If we stay here, we'll miss our dinner reservation."

He had made reservations at Sunnydales� finest restaurant, knowing Buffy would enjoy the meal ambience and dessert cart. Plus it had a perfectly romantic balcony table that he had assured was reserved for them, thanks to his gold card.

Buffy purred and considered, too content where she was too worry about food.

Giles grinned down at her content expression. She looked like a well-fed cat, purring and stretching against the silk sheets.

"Lobster."

He whispered hotly against her ear. "Oyster Rockefeller, or even succulent steak, done just the way you like it."

Then he pulled out the big guns. "Dessert cart."

Buffy�s eyes slit open.

"Chocolate?"

Giles grinned down at her, eyes gleaming jade.

"Hmm." He purred, "Sinfully rich chocolate."

Buffy laughed huskily as she squirmed to get up.

"All right! I'll get up." Giles laughed.

He shifted in the chair, memories flooding his mind. He sighed in his sleep, the dreams every bit as vivid as the moments themselves had been. "Buffy....I...." Giles looked away unsure of himself.

Buffy looked up at him puzzled. "What Giles?"

He took a deep breath and reached into his dinner jacket pulling out a red velvet box. He lithely slid out of his chair and lightly dropped to one knee before her. As if on cue, the small combo began playing, 'From this Moment.' Capturing her disbelieving eyes with his.

"Marry me?" he whispered hoarsely and flipped open the box. Tears trickled down her cheeks as her breath caught in her throat.

"Yes." Buffy whispered back without hesitation.

A laughing sob escaped her as joy flooded her being. His answering smile could have blinded the world. He carefully took the ring out of the box and reached for her hand.

Buffy dragged her gaze from his incredible eyes and glanced down at the ring. Her breath caught, it was the most beautiful ring she'd ever seen. Her eyes filled with tears as she made out the design. The center stone was an emerald, marquis cut flanked by diamonds set in platinum. Around the stones was delicately etched with stylized crucifixes. The inscription simply read, B&G = Destiny.

Buffy�s eyes swam with tears as Giles slid the ring on her finger; his own eyes were suspiciously moist. Smiling, Buffy had to try two times before she could say.

"Let's get outta here?"

Giles smiled. Standing up, he threw enough money on the table to cover their delectable dinner and reached out a hand to Buffy. Smiling shakily, she took his hand and let him lead her into the night.

He turned, a frown marring his brow, as the confines of the chair didn't allow for much movement. The memories drifted back and his face smoothed out into a peaceful smile.

They wandered down the street, Buffy wrapped in Giles coat against the night air and Giles was wrapped around Buffy. They murmured plans to each other, lost in their own special world. Giles asking if she wanted a new house, Buffy thinking it might be better to stay in the old one for awhile, for Dawn. They laughed and cuddled hips bumping, the breeze tousling their hair.

Buffy stopped and whirled to him, her eyes shining.

"A dog? Can we get a dog? Something cute and fluffy that follows us around and makes messes?"

Giles laughed and gathered her back into his arms. "Yes."

Out of nowhere a vamp tackled them, sending them flying. Buffy groaned as she rolled and jumped up.

"Just one day, no! Just one special moment and of course it has to be ruined by a freaking vampire!" She leaped at the vamp who had Giles pinned against a wall. The vamp spun her and she went flying into the street. Giles saw the car a split second before Buffy, he screamed a second too late.

Terror gave him slayer strength as he watched the car slam into Buffy and send her flying. He threw the vamp against the wall, not even noticing as a shard of flying glass from the window effectively decapicated the creature turning vamp to dust. Giles ran into the street where Buffy lay unmoving. He looked up and glared at the car that hit her. It had stopped and just sat there idling, suddenly it sped away, but not before Giles had memorized the plates.

"Buffy?" Giles sank to the pavement next to his Slayer. "Buffy?" he repeated when she didn't stir or groan or...he noticed the blood. He slid his hand under her head it came away covered in her blood.

"Oh no." He groaned. He knew better than to move her, but there was so much blood. Too much.

"Buffy!!!!!" It was a primal scream.

Giles jerked up in the hard hospital chair, his eyes flying to the bed where Buffy lay still unmoving connected to various lines and tubes. His head dropped into his hands, sighing. For a minute, the memories had been so vivid, he had forgotten.

They'd only been lovers for a few short months before that night of the accident. Buffy was left in a coma that she was never expected to come out of. He shuddered as he remembered Faith, but Faith had had no one to come back to and Buffy had him. He had spent every waking moment by her side and every sleeping one too. Leaving only once a day to shower and even then he rushed. He'd sat by her side for 3 long months, hoping that by some miracle she would return to him. This was the Hellmouth, stranger things had happened.

The council had ordered her terminated. They needed an active slayer, not one lying in a coma in a hospital bed, and one locked away in jail. When a council member had been sent to complete the mission, Giles had flown at him in a towering rage. Now the man was lying in a hospital bed with severe head trauma and was never expected to walk again. No one dared to go near Giles after that. The council wisely decided not to risk any more men and to wait for the slayer to expire of natural causes. They turned their attentions to reforming the rogue slayer and gathering her back to the flock. He allowed only their small family near her, didn't even trust the medical staff and watched them very closely. They knew exactly what he would do if someone hurt his precious lady. They did the best they could, quietly and efficiently, knowing better than to express their feelings about the situation. It broke their hearts to see him crumble over the months he had been watching her. At first his face had been so full of hope, and yet day-by-day his face had become drawn and the worry lines were permanently etched on his face. His only solace came through his dreams and memories.

Willow came in one Monday and told him he was taking a walk whether he liked it or not. He swore at her and pushed her away. She'd slapped him hard and he'd finally seen her through his haze of grief.

"GILES! YOU ARE OF NO USE TO HER LIKE THIS!!" Willow was crying, the tears flowing down her cheeks. It was too much for the young witch. Her best friend taken from her and the man they all leaned upon broken and unable to see anything beyond his own pain. She'd fallen to the floor after slapping him sobbing, unable to do anything else. Giles looked down at her and saw her as if for the first time since the night Buffy had been hit by a drunk driver. He dropped to the floor beside Willow and wrapped his arms around her, rocking her back and forth finally realizing how much the others were hurting too. For the first time he allowed himself to feel the full extent of his pain and he let the tears flow freely.

Giles finally pulled away and looked at Willow, his face a mask of raw naked pain.

"She loves me Willow." He whispered harshly.

"This beautiful young vibrant woman loves me. I...love her so much... I can't loose her, not after finally..." He broke off on a mangled sob, hands running through already rumpled hair.

"All she ever wanted was to be happy."

"You make her happy."

"Do I?" He raised tortured eyes to the weeping witch.

"Do I?"

Willow nodded not being able to speak through her tear filled throat.

He sighed.

"We were... are going to get a puppy, some useless bit of fluff..." His laugh was painful to hear.

"And... GOD!" he moaned pressing the heels of his palms against his burning eyes.

"What am I going do?" he pleaded, lost.

"She is my whole reason, my... I always thought I'd loose her to a vampire or a demon. Not a drunk driver!" Giles spat out the words, his face twisting into a grimace of pain disgust and hatred.

"I... Willow" He sighed. A thoughtful look flitted across his face.

"Willow? I'm going to take a walk."

Giles stared at Willow as if memorizing her face, his face so incredibly sad and then it cleared. He pressed a kiss to her forehead.

"I'm sorry Willow." He whispered barely loud enough to hear.

"I'll be back in a little bit okay?"

"Okay." Willow replied relieved that he was going to get some fresh air. If she had known what he was going to do, she would have stopped him somehow. But she hadn't realised the extent of his grief, no one had. He was too far-gone for anyone to save him.

Buffy looked around the room. It was a blinding white colour. Everywhere she looked it was white. Where am I? She wondered, and then she heard it.

"Hi Sweetheart."

"Mom." She suddenly realised what it meant to be with her mother again.

"Giles." The word was an entreaty from her lips, even as she hugged her mother close.

"I missed you Buffy."

"I missed you too mom. Am I... Am I dead?" The tears flowed freely from Buffy's face; she wasn't ready to leave Giles yet.

"No. Not yet. There are a few choices to be made. What Rupert chooses to do next will determine your destiny. He loves you, no matter what never doubt that. Whatever he chooses to do, it is out of love for you Buffy. I'll be waiting for you when you do come back."

Buffy nodded hesitantly, and smiled at her mother.

"Mom, Thankyou. For everything."

Joyce smiled at her daughter, took her by the hand and led her to a small waiting area.

"I'll be watching over you, always." Joyce kissed her on the forehead, and faded away leaving Buffy to wait.

* * * * *

Giles looked into the vampires' eyes and begged him desperately.

"PLEASE!!" he said, knowing it was exactly what Buffy would not want. She wouldn't want to be cursed to a life of eternal darkness, but he was so mad with grief he couldn't think of anything but holding her tight in his arms again.

Giles gasped and briefly struggled as he felt the fangs pierce his skin. His survival instincts were briefly stronger then his will. He felt blackness over take him as the vampire drained him almost dry. Giles head fell back as he began to lose consciousness filled with dread, as he feared the vamp wouldn't keep to their bargain.

The smell of blood revived him as the vamp pressed Giles face against the slash he had made in his wrist. Giles tentatively began sucking. As the salty sweet blood flowed past his tongue, he eagerly drew until the vamp snarled and shoved him away. Gasping, Giles clung to the alley wall, desperately trying not to fall.

"Okay Watcher, you're made," the other vampire snarled. "Where's the Slayer?"

Giles reached into his coat pocket. "Here." He gasped. "Her address." The other vampire came closer. Giles whipped out a stake and plunged it through his Sires' heart. As his Sire exploded into dust, Giles collapsed unconscious to the alley ground.

Buffy Summers died at 4.30pm on Tuesday 13th May 2001. Giles sat by her freshly dug grave and waited. A sense of calm had come over him and he knew it was going to be all right. She was going to love him for the rest of her eternal life and he was going to be there right along with her.

Giles mind drifted back to his first kill. The Watcher had still been strong in him then. He'd woken that night with a powerful thirst, knowing what he needed. He struggled with the newly created demon inside himself. He'd just made a mockery of what Buffy was... and what he had been. She wouldn't want this, this life of eternal darkness. He had just wanted her back by his side. He'd walked all night thinking about his past and what his future would hold, with Buffy by his side.

Then he'd seen him, sitting in the doorway of the butcher's shop. The man was old and obviously homeless. His coat was tattered and he smelt like he hadn't been near a shower in months. The demon in Giles forced itself through to the surface and Giles felt himself slip into game face. The man looked up at him and whispered, "Please."

Giles felt the futility from the man and the wish for death; something Giles could provide him with. It would all be so easy. The man would be dead and Giles wouldn't be hungry anymore.

Giles fought to regain his senses and for a moment it looked as if what was left of Giles would win. But with an anguished cry, Giles felt himself slipping away and the demon coming to the forefront. He launched himself at the homeless man and laughed bitterly.

"So my first kill is to be a putrid smelling homeless man. Never mind old chap, I'm sure you're going to a better place." And with that, he exposed the man's jugular and proceeded to drink. He'd never felt something so intoxicating in his life. For the first time he felt truly alive and yet he was dead. Undead, meant to walk the world for all eternity. He dropped the body and walked away.

As he walked, the small part of him that was still human once again regained control. He dropped to the ground sobbing; he'd enjoyed the kill. The fear from the man as he'd realized death wasn't really what he was craving, but life. It had made his blood taste that little bit sweeter. Giles wondered why he still had a part of himself, why he wasn't totally demon. He knew he hadn't kept his soul, which had long moved on, out of his reach. He thought of his life and realized a small part of it was because he had been a Watcher. A Watcher of the best Slayer in the history of time he thought and then smiled as he thought of Buffy. His face lit up and he headed back towards the hospital, knowing that it was his love for said Slayer that was keeping him partly human. But for how long, he didn't know.

He'd been a vampire for 3 days now. He'd returned to the hospital to feed off Buffy and to make her his kindred. The demon burned within him, but his love for Buffy burned stronger. He laughed as he waited. The council had won. The slayer was dead. So was her watcher. He smiled as he saw her hands push up through the dirt and then she was standing before him. She looked at him, her eyes full of sadness.

"Giles... What have you done?" she asked him softly, tears of blood flowing freely from her undead eyes.

"I couldn't live without you Buffy. I needed you." He took a step towards her. "I need you."

She screamed as she realized the full extent of what he'd done. He'd not only turned her but himself as well. She fell to the ground much the way Willow had only days before. He gathered her into his embrace and kissed her gently. His lips were cold as were hers, neither of them were breathing. Again the demon within him fought for control, the need to dominate and mark Buffy as his for all eternity burning brightly within him.

She'd been his in life, now he wanted her to be his within death. Giles looked at her a smile spreading across his face. "I've freed us!"

Buffy looked at him in shock. "Giles! I'm the Slayer."

Giles hand lashed out without warning, catching her across the face. The force of the blow sent her flying to the ground. She looked up at him, shock and pain clearly evident.

"Not anymore!" he growled. "Now you are whatever I say you are." He laughed. "That buffoon Travers always insisted that I had a fathers love for you. Well, he's half-assed right now. I am your Sire and I have an incredible love for you."

Buffy's eyes began to glow from yellow to blue. She shook her head, fighting the demon that struggled to the fore.

Giles shook his head at her. "Poor Buffy, Slayer strength and all. Don't fight it luv. THIS is our destiny!" Buffy gazed at him in horror. "Why do you think we fought so hard Buff?" Giles mused. "Because they knew, they kept this from us!"

"Giles!"

"No Buffy! I've been so tired you see. Tired of fighting everything! All my life I've been fed duty, honor! Hell, even being Ripper was about duty and honor! And destiny? Was my destiny to watch the woman I love die? Was it my destiny to always be in the background, waiting for you to notice me? Hmm? You only noticed me after that poof Riley left and then I was the one you loved!"

"Giles," Buffy broke in struggling to her feet. "I told you..."

Giles reached out and grabbed her by her neck, pulling her off the ground.

"Yes" he hissed. "We've been through all that. Denial. You thought, I thought," he mocked in a singsong voice. "Four bloody years I waited for you. I had to watch you with Angel. Then get fucked by that puissant Parker. That disgusted me!" He threw her from him.

Buffy caught her balance gasping unneeded air, rubbing her throat where bruises were already forming.

"Then I had to sit by and watch." He broke off with a laugh. "I guess that's why I was the Watcher huh? Then I watched you spread those creamy thighs for commando boy before I finally got a turn. Well I guess I'm lucky I didn't have to wait until Xander was through with you" he sneered at her, enjoying the tears that fell from her eyes.

He grabbed her unresisting body against his and crashed his mouth down on hers. It was a violation more than a kiss. A stamp of possession, it was a mockery of the last sweet tender kiss they had shared just a few months before.

Giles pulled away studying the former Slayers face. He was satisfied with the bruised hurt look she wore. He licked away the trickle of blood from the corner of her mouth.

"Let's go." He pulled on her arm. "I'm hungry."

Buffy pulled back. "No Giles, I don't want to."

He turned back to her, his smile was evil incarnate. "Oh, but you will, sweet Slayer, you will."

Buffy looked at the man... no the demon in front of her. He used to be so strong, so right. She sighed as she realized her Giles was almost completely gone and in his place was this creature of the night that still loved her but in a much darker way. She felt her demon side rage within her and she struggled to contain it. It was strong but being the slayer meant she had spent so long fighting the dark side, she didn't know how to do anything but fight it.

Giles saw her inner struggle and laughed. "I fought at first too, luv. It was hard after spending all this time fighting evil and then choosing to become it. But don't you see Buffy? I couldn't live without you. It was tearing me apart inside and then all of a sudden it became clear. Now... Now we are free..."

Buffy saw the emotion in his eyes, and knew somewhere deep down a part of her Giles still existed. A part of him would always be pure because he would always love her. Their love was true and pure and Buffy realized that maybe it was the only thing they had left that could save them.

Giles stared down at his childe, knowing the Slayer is still too strong within. He sneered; he knew how to fix that, give the demon what it needs.

He dragged the resisting Buffy to a crypt, yanking her inside. He stalked to a corner where a bound and gagged co-ed huddled terrified in the corner.

Buffy stared horrified and yet... the smell. She could smell the girl's fear and it was intoxicating. The blood was surging threw the girls veins; her heart was beating so fast that Buffy could feel it reverberate within her own body.

She stared at the girl transfixed. Giles smiled at her approvingly. He morphed, his eyes glowing gold in the dim light. Buffy stared at him unsure.

Growling, he reached down and pulled the hapless coed up by her hair. The girl stared at Buffy, tears a solid sheet of water running down her face. Her eyes pleaded with Buffy to help her, to save her.

Buffy gave a start. She was in her history class; she'd been in the class of '99 at Sunneydale. The girl knew who Buffy was.

Giles captured Buffy's gaze and with one quick swipe tore out the girl's throat. The co-ed turned betrayed eyes on the slayer as her blood gushed from the gagged wound.

Giles dragged the body over to his transfixed Slayer and grabbing her by the back of the neck, forced her head down to the co-ed's neck.

Buffy growled as the smell of fresh blood permeated her senses. Her tongue came out to lick at her dry lips. Every Slayer instinct she still possessed screamed at her... no, run, leave. But in this moment, the newly wakened demon was just that much stronger. Her face slowly morphed, fangs gleaming in refracted moonlight, head bending, the Slayer drank.

"We can hurt those who hurt us, luv. Make them finally pay in ways they never thought possible." Giles leaned down to look into the eyes of his childe, his own eyes gleaming yellow.

The demon in Buffy cried out to respond and she felt herself slipping further and further away. She opened her mouth as her fangs descended; she growled one word. "Travers."

Her sire merely smiled.

*********************

Quentin Travers impatiently knocked on Giles door again. His lip curled in disgust. He couldn't believe that the Council had made him come in person to give his condolences to the Watcher on his Slayers passing.

Like he cared two shits. That bottle blonde had made a mockery of all that the Council stood for. Worse yet, she'd humiliated him, Travers, one of the most important people on the council, in front of his peers. Good riddance he said. A new Slayer had already been called. This one was meek and biddable, like a proper Slayer should be. He sighed again. Oh well, if Giles wasn't home he couldn't very well pay his respects. He turned to leave and jumped as he came face-to-face with Giles.

"Giles!" He exclaimed. "You gave me a fright."

"Oh? Well, let me give you another." Giles grinned and stepped back to reveal Buffy.

"Y-y-you're dead!" Travers stammered, looking at Buffy in horror.

"Well," Buffy purred stalking up to the shaking Travers. "Rumors of my demise have been greatly exaggerated."

"Quentin," Giles purred. "Why don't you come in and stay awhile?"

Quentin Travers, very important man, watched as Buffy and Giles advanced on him, morphing into game face and wet his very important pants.

* * * * *

"Giles?" Buffy looked into the eyes of her undead lover.

"Yes, luv?" He asked his eyes filled with desire for her, his eyes roving all over her body.

"Where did you get those?" she said indicating Travers.

"Travers had them" he shrugged. "Doubt he expected them to be used on him, I guess he was going to make sure I went to meet you sooner than later. They knew I was insane with grief...I don't think they realized just how much you meant to me, how much I need you. You're mine for all eternity now. Why don't you strip for me and for the little maggot!" It wasn't a request but a command.

Buffy looked from her sire to Travers. She could feel his fear and it was driving her crazy. She was still fighting the demon within, but the demon was winning. She knew it was only a matter of time before she gave incompletely. She laughed as the thought of Angel; they were of the same species now.

As if he could feel her thoughts Giles slapped her, hard. "STRIP. Let the last thing he sees be something beautiful, and mine. Let him know what he tried to take from me." Buffy looked at Travers again and began to removed her clothing slowly, dancing to the beat in her head.

Travers was tied naked in a chair, sweating profusely as he felt the maggots crawling all over his body. He looked into Buffy's eyes begging her to help him. She might be dead but she was always going to be a slayer.

"I want to drink... his fear is intoxicating. Oh Giles... What have you done to me?" she whispered, still stripping for her Sire and the man she hated above all others.

*CRACK* Giles slapped Buffy hard across the cheek and she fell to the ground whimpering. Giles pulled her back up and looked her straight in the eyes, his game face on. She felt his call and responded, the demon in her getting stronger every second. She wanted Giles to be happy above all else.

Travers could feel some of the flesh-eating maggots digging into his skin while others just climbed higher and higher. One particularly large one crawled into his mouth and started to go down his throat. Travers started to choke and his eyes started to bulge as Buffy unbuttoned her jeans and slowly pulled them off. The last thing Travers ever saw was Giles running his hands over a very naked Buffy as maggots burst out through his eyeballs.

The beauty of The Council's pets was the spell that Giles had cast over them which caused the victim to live on, in agony, until the maggots had had their fill or at least until the brain was completely consumed. However, they left his ears alone, so he could hear the savage lovemaking going on in front of him. Buffy's demanding voice saying, "Use me. Fuck me." and Giles growling back at her. "You're mine whore!" That, and the last image Travers ever saw caused an erection, which one of the maggots devoured. Travers screamed as it ate its way through his hard flesh.

Giles spurted into Buffy as Travers last scream echoed through the silence. They were drunk on the fear the man had telegraphed as he died. Buffy felt herself convulsing around Giles and milked every last drop of cold seed from him. She bit down into his neck hard and when she looked back up, the demon had taken control. The slayer had retreated. They turned to see what state Travers was in now and saw one of he maggots bursting through his cheek.

"The beautiful thing about them is..." Giles said as they watched the maggots explode, flesh and blood flying everywhere, "they self-destruct. Handy torturous little things. It's a pity he didn't have anymore. I would have liked to use them on Parker. Hmm, pity about the mess though. I don't think we should stay here any longer; someone is bound to check here sometime. I'd rather we were far away by then."

Buffy and Giles left his apartment, leaving behind the skeleton of Quentin Travers who would never be interfering in anyone's life again. Buffy took one last look and growled "Thank you" to the bones. It was because of this delicious kill she'd given up the fight and given into the darkness and her true self.

After some consideration of the possibilities, Buffy and Giles decided where they wanted to move. They had found the perfect little mansion owned by the sweetest little couple. It was an easy matter to get invited; after all, Giles did visit them every other Friday for tea. They sat and shared tea with sweet little Mr. And Mrs. Dempsey, learning all about their son Tom who died in the war. Tsked with them that all their friends where gone and wasn't it so sad that they couldn't have more children after Tom. Then they had Mr. and Mrs. Dempsey for dessert. Literally.

Giles glanced over to Buffy and dropped sweet little dead Mr. Dempsey to the ground. His body grew hard at the sight of his beloved noisily enjoying her dessert. Buffy lifted her blood soaked face to Giles and smiled. "Tsk, tsk." Giles grinned, "You are a messy eater."

Buffy licked her lips and wiped her face on sweet little dead Mrs. Dempsey's skirt.

"Mmm, good." She purred.

"C'mere." Giles growled.

Buffy sauntered over to Giles, recognizing the unmistakable signs of arousal. "Hmm? What?" She asked coyly.

Giles pulled her to him and ravaged her mouth, enjoying the unique flavor of Buffy mixed with the salty sweet tang of blood. Buffy drew Giles tongue into her mouth and sucked, purring.

Giles grew viciously hard. Grabbing her head, he ripped his mouth from hers, panting for unneeded breaths. Staring into her eyes, he forced her to her knees in front of him. Holding her head with one hand, he unzipped his jeans with the other, freeing his engorged cock.

Unimaginatively, he growled. "Suck on this."

Buffy grinned, licking her lips as he forced her head to his crotch. She opened her mouth to respond and he surged past her lips, hissing as her teeth grazed him. He held her head steady as he thrust in and out, fucking her mouth.

"Swallow bitch!" he hissed at her. Buffy greedily swallowed, deep-throating him. Giles slid down her throat buried to the hilt. Groaning, he threw back his head as he shot his cold seed down her throat.

Buffy growled in arousal and sank her fangs in the flesh surrounding his cock, drinking his blood as she swallowed his seed.

Willow banged on Xander's door, sobbing and screaming his name. Since Buffy's funeral, they hadn't seen or heard from Giles. She'd been in the shadows when his apartment door had opened and some instinct had kept her still. It had saved her life. Shock had kept her silent as Giles and Buffy burst out the door laughing.

"Buffy!" Willows mind had sputtered. "Y-y-you're..."

Buffy turned into the light and Willow had bit her lip clean through to keep from screaming as she saw the flash of Buffy's fangs.

Xander flung open the door. "What!"

He stopped as he saw it was Willow. He stared at her in consternation. "Willow! What's wrong?"

"Buffy!" Willow gasped out between sobbing breaths. "Giles! Alive!" She wheezed.

"Giles is alive yes. Buffy..."

"NO! They're dead! Alive! Vampire!"

Xander looked at her in disbelief and panic. "Willow..."

"NO! We don't have time for you to doubt me! I saw them! Oh God! I SAW them! Oh I wish Tara was here! Xander, you and Anya go to the Magic Box and get me..." She started scribbling on a piece of paper she tore from a notepad. "These things. Meet me back here. I'm gonna go check out Giles place and get Spike!"

They all took off, Xander and Anya quickly gathered the items Willow needed, while Willow peeked through Giles windows. Seeing nothing moving, she cautiously opened the door, stake at the ready. She crept into the living room and fell to her knees gagging. Tied to a chair in the middle of the room were the remains of... somebody.

Tears streamed down her face knowing Buffy and Giles had done this. She struggled to her feet, jaw clenched. Whoever did this, turned Buffy and Giles, would pay. Pay dearly.

Xander and Anya finished stuffing a bag with the things Willow needed and turned to leave. They both stopped dead when they saw Buffy and Giles standing by the door. Xander dropped the bag in shock at the sight of Buffy. A part of him hadn't believed Willow, had thought maybe the stress had gotten to her. His blood ran cold at the sight of them. Anya backed into him, trembling, reaching for his hand.

"G-man? Buffster? What's the what?"

"Shut up you inane little twit!" Giles snarled.

Buffy smiled as she sauntered over to the frozen pair. "Mmm, lookit Giles! Snacks!"

Giles snorted. "You want to eat that? Go ahead. I think I wanna play with the demon." Giles morphed.

Xander pulled Anya behind him, pulling out a stake. "Giles, stay back! I don't want to hurt you!"

Giles sneered at him. "What? Ya gonna whine me to death? Ponce!"

Xanders eyes filled with tears, desperately trying to remember that this was no longer Giles, but a demon.

"Oh, lookit Buffy, he's going boo-hoo."

"Leave him alone!" Anya yelled from behind Xander.

"Okay." Giles said agreeably. "I wanna play with you instead. I always liked your ass. Doesn't she have a pretty ass Buffy?"

Buffy grinned licking her lips. "Can I taste..."

Xander leaped at Giles, hoping to take him down, grossly underestimating the former Watcher. Giles tossed Xander against a bookcase, like so much rubbish. Anya screamed. There was the sound of flesh striking flesh and Anya was quiet.

Xander groggily tried to sit up, hoarsely calling for Anya. He fuzzily focused on Buffy and Giles and saw Giles sling over Anya over his shoulder. The last thing he heard before passing out was Giles growling at Buffy. "C'mon my whore. My childe."

Giles snarled. "She's not waking up! You hit her too hard!" He whirled and backhanded Buffy sending her flying.

She got to her feet and growled. "She's faking!"

Giles whirled back to the ex-demon who was chained spread-eagle from the ceiling to the floor in the middle of the room. "You faking?" He heard her breathing accelerate just a little bit. He laughed. "Tsk, tsk. Not good to make the boss mad. C'mon Miss I want an orgasm, doncha wanna play with us?"

Buffy sniffed at Anyas body. "Mmm, I can smell her, she wants to play." Buffy dropped to the ground and shoved her head under Anyas skirt, sniffing at her crotch. Buffy popped her head back out and grinned up at Giles. "She wants to play. She's all wet. So much for Xander, hmmm?"

Buffy ran her hands up her own nearly naked body. All she was wearing was Giles shirt. Her hands cupped her own naked breasts. "Anya? Ya think I'm pprreeetttyy, ya wanna ffuucckkk me?" Buffy giggled as she heard Anya's heart rate speed up even more. "She does! She does! Giles? I never fucked a woman. Can I?"

Giles smiled indulgently. "Go ahead."

Buffy grabbed Anyas dress and ripped it from her body. "Mmm, pretty." She shredded Anya's bra and panties leaving her naked. She ran her hands up Anya's legs and slid her fingers into Anya's body. "Ooohhh Giles, she's all wet and hot!! She likes me!"

Anya looked down at what used to be the greatest Slayer in history and her heart ached for her. Tears gathered at the feel of her cold fingers in a place only Xander had known. Her sobs muffled by the tape over her mouth, seemed to excite Buffy. Anya moaned at the sensations caused by Buffy's wriggling fingers.

"Giles, she likes to play! Come play with her!"

Giles grinned and came up behind the ex-demon and gripping her hips, rammed his rock hard cold cock where Buffy's fingers had been. Anya screamed, guiltily jerking away from the pleasure.

The former Watcher snarled. "Bad Anya! You need to be punished!" He leered down at Buffy sprawled at Anya's feet. "Should I spank her?"

Buffy clapped her hands in delight. "Yay! Goody!" She looked at Anya and winked. "Giles is gonna spank you! Don't worry, it only hurts a little."

Giles grabbed Anya's ass and spread her cheeks apart. Pulling out of her hot depths, he plunged into her tight ass.

Anya's eyes bulged and her shriek was muffled by the tape. Giles hands held her still as he plunged in and out, his way eased by Anya's juices and blood.

Buffy bounced up and down. "Spank her harder! It's better when it's harder.

Anya was sobbing even as the pain turned to pleasure. Her hips started bucking against Giles, tears streaming down her face at her body's betrayal.

Buffy grabbed Anya's hips from the front and buried her face between her legs. Buffy experimentally licked at Anya. "Mmm, good!" She was soon enthusiastically licking and sucking as Giles pumped. Buffy morphed and sank her fangs into Anya, right at her clit, sucking up her juices and her blood.

Giles could hear Buffy enjoying Anya and it sent him over. He pumped the ex-demon full of his cold seed. Anya convulsed against Buffy's mouth, her orgasm hitting her hard and fast. Buffy pulled away, cum and blood trickling down her chin.

"Giles," Buffy begged. "Let me make her? She likes to play!" Then she grinned. "Think of what it'll do to Xander when he finds out his girlfriend is a vamp?"

Giles grinned back at her, relishing the pain that little poof would experience. "Go ahead," he gave Buffy permission. Buffy resumed sucking at Anya, till she sagged against the chains. Giles released her and she fell to the floor at Buffy's feet, barely conscious. Buffy scored herself at her own clit and dragged Anyas face against the cut, forcing Anya's mouth against the blood oozing there. Anya started vigorously sucking at Buffy, who came against her childe as she was made.

* * * * *

It was quiet in that soundless hush before dusk, before the birds gave their final song, reluctant to bid the day good bye. Buffy rose from the bed and padded naked to the window, body still aching from Giles� latest punishment. In after life, he did all the naughty things to her that in life he couldn't have brought himself to suggest, let alone do. And heaven help her, she enjoyed them all. Her feral gaze drifted over to her Sire. He was sprawled across the bed naked except for Anya, who was curved along his side. Buffy grinned at her childe, she had been right; Anya did like to play.

Buffy turned her head back to the window and jumped, startled. She looked closer at the window perplexed, it must have been a tick of light or something, because for a moment, reflected back at her was Buffy, the Slayer. Before she could stop herself, her hand rose to touch that person's face. Blinking rapidly, she realized that she missed that person, full of light and love and... Buffy grimaced, her demon howled and she shook her head to clear it. Past present future� What did it matter? She was dead, gone, bye bye, the moment Giles had drained her she had gone away.

Giles...Buffy turned her head to look at him in the gathering twilight as the world settled down to sleep. Love, lust turned and tumbled in memories of a nobler time. Silent moments ticked by... Hatred and madness trickled in for all that was lost; never to be regained. Her demon roared trying wrest control. Slayer-demon-Buffy, round and round they went, where they stopped, nobody knows.

A single tear trailed blood red as the last of Buffy the Vampire Slayer barely sighed and quietly died in the after glow of day.

Giles stirred and pushed Anya away, something had woken him, some sense that something was wrong. Buffy! Where was Buffy? He turned frantic eyes around the room looking for her. Sighing in relief as he spotted her by the window. He lurched out of bed.

"Love?" He questioned, wondering why she was just standing there staring out the window.

Buffy turned her head to Giles, face bank, eyes seeing something far away.

"Giles." His name was a sigh.

"She's gone. She went away."

"Who Buffy?" Giles strode towards her, not liking the look on her face.

"Buffy. She went away. Into the window. Into the night."

Giles stared at the ex-slayer not liking this turn of events. She was starting to sound too much like Drusilla for comfort.

"Love? You're Buffy." Giles reached Buffy and slid his hands up her arms, pulling her against him.

"No. Yes." Buffy shook her head, not understanding herself.

"The other Buffy, she went away. Only I'm left. Who am I?"

Giles hands tightened on her arms.

"You're Buffy, the other Buffy."

"Oh." Buffy leaned against her Sire.

"Okay then. As long as you're sure."

"I'm positive love." He wrapped his arms around her, gently rocking her.

"You're my Buffy." Giles whispered against her hair.

"Hey! I have a surprise for you! I went out and got it earlier while you where playing with Anya."

"Really? A surprise? For me?" Buffy clapped her hands together with glee; her mood changing way to quick for Giles liking, again visions of Dru flitted in his mind. 'No. She's Buffy, she's stronger than that.' He thought to himself.

"What is it?" She was almost bouncing up and down with excitement, the strange sadness gone.

Giles laughed in relief that what ever had been bothering her was over. "Close your eyes and wait here. No peeking or I'll give it to Anya!"

"I won't peek! I promise." Child-like, she screwed up her face, closing her eyes tightly. There was the sound of a door opening and closing and the sound of something being dragged and then dropped.

"Okay love. You can open your eyes now."

At her feet was a beaten bloody mess, but not so badly beaten that she didn't instantly recognize it.

"Parker!" She spat out, eyes burning with rage.

"I will destroy you." She snarled, in full game face.

"I will drain you until not a drop of blood is left and then I will rip you limb from limb to make sure you never move again. You are not worthy of me, but I'm hungry and you'll do as a small snack until I can find something worthwhile to eat."

Buffy began to tear Parker's clothes from him. Her nails left red welts as she tore the material from his body, literally. He began to bleed from the scratches Buffy was leaving on him. She smiled down at him and began to lick the flowing blood away.

"Mmm good." Parker chose this moment to begin praying to his chosen deity, begging for salvation. Buffy laughed bitterly.

"Oh don't worry..We won't turn you. You'll be dead once I finish playing. And I'm getting bored with you already." Buffy laughed as she lowered her fangs to Parkers neck. Her hand began to rhythmically stroke his cock as she started to suck his blood.

Giles smiled at his childe, the slayer within her was well and truly dead. He chuckled darkly looking at her new toy; he hid the part of him that was still human well too. A small part of him was horrified by what he and Buffy had become. Creatures of the night something they had spent their whole lives together fighting. A kernel of guilt rose to the surface, but the demon pushed it back down as he heard Buffy�s joyous laugh as she began to drain Parker. He had thought she would torture him, but it seemed that Buffy was too hungry.

"Oh Giles." Buffy called pleasantly. He sauntered over to where she was standing and pulled her rump back flush with his growing erection. She ground back against him, before swinging around and handing the moaning Parker over.

"I saved you some."

Giles took the boy's body and lifted it in the air, ready to throw the body away; he wanted none of this tainted blood. His large hands gripped tight into Parker's penis, his nails raked across the young boy�s penis, causing Parker to moan. He raised an eyebrow at his lover thoughtfully.

"He's hard for you love. I think your love bite turned him on." Buffy licked her lips and whispered.

"Snacking always makes me horny, hornier than slaying ever did." She seductively moved towards her other half and took the almost dead Parker from him, laying him on the ground. She unsnapped his jeans and pulled his cock out of his briefs and knelt over Parker on all fours.

Giles looked appreciatively down at the view. He moved towards the Slayer as she lowered her head to take in Parkers manhood. He groaned again as he felt her fangs descend into him, taking the last of his blood. She knew when he died and yet she still kept sucking as she felt Giles' hands run over her bare rump.

"My beautiful cold Slayer, all moist and ready for me. Sucking Parker really turned you on didn't it?"

Buffy just pushed back against Giles wriggling, trying to get her point across.

"Now?" She said in a pleading voice and Giles pushed in, filling his Slayer completely. She rocked back against him; her fangs still buried in Parker's penis. Buffy moaned as her Watcher rammed his cock into her harder and harder. She screamed as she came and bit down even harder on the quickly cooling corpse cock. Giles pumped into her three more times and then came himself. He pulled out of her and she turned herself over, looking up at him with a Cheshire grin on her face. Her body was lying on top of Parker, but he no longer cared. As she grinned at Giles he noticed semen dripping down her mouth and lowered himself on top of her to kiss her, sharing Parkers seed with him.

"So the little runt came as we fucked, did he?" Giles found himself growing hard again at the sight of Buffy�s face covered in semen and blood. She saw this in his eyes and wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him closer towards her sex. Buffy felt one of Parker's ribs crack as Giles entered her once again, this time gently rocking back and forth as if prolonging the agony for Parker. Finally he spurted in her once again, taking her mouth in a savage kiss, making her whimper as her muscles spasmed around him, milking every drop. They stood, looked down at the broken body of Parker and laughed.

Their laughter woke Anya, who sleepily sat up rubbing her eyes.

"What? What's so funny?" She asked petulantly.

"That." Giles gestured at the corpse.

Anya sauntered over to take a look.

"Oooohhhh! You had orgasms without me!"

Giles swung and casually backhanded the former demon, knocking her down.

"Don't EVER take that tone of voice with me!" He roared.

"For that, no orgasms for you today! You just watch."

Anya pouted, but wisely held her tongue. She wiped at the blood trickling from the cut on her lip.

"Take care of this garbage. We'll be back later. I'm hungry." Giles led Buffy from the room to dress.

Olivia pulled the car over seeing Rupert walking down the street. Puzzled, she watched him for a while. She had learned of the Slayers demise through the grapevine and had hopped the first plane that would take her to Sunnydale. Now maybe with that bitch gone, she and Rupert could pick up where they had left off.

She got out of the car, softly calling Rupert's name. Olivia sighed; she'd have to play the concerned friend for a while before she could make her move.

Giles turned to see who was calling his name. His eyes lit up with unholy glee when he saw Olivia coming towards him, almost chortling out loud with delight. Oh Buffy was gonna love this! 'Hmmm,' he thought to himself, 'where is she? She should be done with her snack by now. That brat she took wasn't that big.'

"Rupert," Olivia said softly, completely unaware of the changes that her ex-lover had gone through.

"I came as soon as I heard." She reached out to enfold him in an embrace, only to be spun around.

"Hands off bitch!" Buffy snarled, game face on.

Olivia's eyes widened and her jaw dropped open as she stammered.

"You...you..."

"Ya ya." Buffy sneered.

"I know, 'but you're dead!' But I'm here." She glared at Giles.

"What were you doing with that cow? You weren't gonna fuck her again were you?"

Giles backhanded Buffy snarling.

"I'll fuck anyone I damn well please! Don't EVER question me again!"

Buffy licked at the blood trickling from her cut lip, eyes narrowing, defiance building. Giles threw his head back and stared at her through cold eyes, raising a brow.

"Do I have to teach you obedience again my childe, my whore?"

Buffy shivered at the memory of his first lesson; the remembered agony and pleasure. Her tongue flickered out as she debated, it had taken her the whole day to be able to sit, his way of spanking had been... different. She backed down.

Olivia slowly backed away from the pair, hoping to be able to get to the car before they noticed. With lightning speed Giles reached out and snagged her hair, almost snapping her neck. He turned her to face him, enjoying the terror in her eyes. He grinned over at Buffy.

"Wanna play?"

Buffy�s answering grin was chilling. Olivia opened her mouth to scream, only to have it die unuttered as Giles casually cold-cocked her. He glanced over at Buffy as she bent over to pick something up.

"What is that?" He asked as he swung Olivia over his shoulder.

Buffy grinned in delight as she held up a squirming ball of fluff. "Look Giles! I found us a little doggie!"

"Wakey wakey." A voice was crooning in Olivia's ear. She moaned, tossing her head. She tried to raise her hand to her aching head, only to find that she couldn't. Frowning, she opened her eyes to see Buffy leering down at her.

"Buffy." Giles said warningly. Buffy ignored him; her attention captured by the woman tied to the bed.

Buffy considered Olivia thoughtfully.

"Do you know that I spent countless hours agonizing over the fact that you where fucking my Watcher?" Buffy asked almost carelessly. She idly ran her fingers down Olivia's face, almost gently.

"I don't know why he wanted you, but he did." Buffy looked at Giles. "Why did you?"

Giles shrugged.

"I was horney. You weren't available to me and she's a decent fuck."

Buffy snarled in displeasure, her fingers digging into Olivia's cheek. Olivia screamed as Buffy�s nails broke the skin and raked down.

"Ooops! Did I do that?" She said mock-contritely. Buffy brought her bloody fingers to her mouth and licked them clean.

"Mmm, good." Olivia whimpered knowing she was going to die.

"Giles!" Olivia implored.

"Don't do this. Please! We meant so..."

His mocking laughter drowned out her words.

"Olivia, you meant nothing to me. You where just a better way of getting off besides my own hand. Now I have something even better." Giles grabbed Buffy and pulled her in for a hot carnal kiss, his hands pulling up her skirt, fondling her bare buttocks.

Pulling away, Buffy shot Olivia a victorious grin.

"See! He likes me best!" She giggled as Giles slid his cold hands between her legs, tickling her, then moaned as he slid two fingers into her cold wet core.

"Mmm, Giles." She purred.

Olivia turned her head appalled at the sight of Rupert fondling that...that. She jumped as she felt them sit on the bed she was tied to. Her body jerked as she felt a hand on her stomach, briefly caressing, before unsnapping her jeans. She bit her lip, drawing blood, horror freezing her vocal cords. She turned her head back and whimpered

"Please no." before she could help herself.

Giles laughed harshly.

"What's the matter Liv? You used to beg me to touch you. 'Ah..oh..Yes Ripper! Yes!'" He mimicked cruelly.

"Now you say no." Giles curled his lip in disgust.

"Like I'd fuck you when I have my Childe." He bent his head and licked at Buffy�s nipple through her shirt.

"Hmm Giles." Buffy pouted.

"I'm hungry. Just a little?"

"Go ahead, but just a little."

Buffy grinned as she morphed. She leaned down and sank her fangs into Olivia's neck, noisily tearing and sucking. Giles stroked Buffy�s hair grinning. Olivia screamed in agony as she felt Buffy�s fangs tear her skin. She futilely struggled against the bonds that held her.

"Enough!" Giles commanded. Buffy reluctantly pulled away, licking blood from her pouting lips.

"See Olivia, it would have been better for you if you had stayed away." He kissed Buffy, sharing the blood that stained her lips.

"Mm, Olivia, you're a better meal than a fuck."

Buffy laughed.

"Then fuck me baby!"

Giles grinned. "Here? In front of her?" He gestured at the whimpering Olivia.

"Uh uh." Buffy nodded.

"Let her see what a good fuck looks like."

Giles laughed in delight and ripped the shirt off of Buffy, baring her from the waist up. He bore her down to the bed next to the bound Olivia, whose eyes widened as she realized they where going to do it right in front of her. Giles engulfed one of Buffy�s breasts in his mouth, sucking hard. Buffy moaned, pulling his head harder to her. He reached down and dragged her legs up over his arms, shrugging until they slid up over his shoulders, causing her skirt to billow around her waist, leaving her bare to Olivia's transfixed, horrified gaze.

Giles guided himself to Buffy�s core and entered with one hard thrust. He pistoned in and out of her clinging depths to her impassioned cries of encouragement. A few thrusts more and they screamed their release, one after another.

"See?" Buffy panted, grinning at Olivia.

"That's what a good fuck looks like."

Olivia turned her head away, tears dripping down her cheeks, knowing she had truly lost. Giles pushed Buffy�s legs down and swung off the bed straightening his clothing.

"Get dressed my whore, I wanna go play. She's boring." Buffy grinned and hopped off the bed, bare breasts jiggling with her movements. She turned to a slight yapping, whining noise.

"Oh look Giles!" Buffy cried running to the corner of the room.

"Jossy woke up and he's hungry! Should we let him eat?" She turned and smiled evilly at Olivia. Giles roared with laughter.

"Sure. She might as well make herself useful while we are out."

Buffy picked something up and cuddled it against her chest and sauntered towards the bed. Giles frowned.

"Buffy? You put a bow in its hair." Buffy giggled in response.

"But, Buffy, he's a boy!"

"So? His hair kept flopping in his eyes! Now it doesn't."

"But did it have to be a pink bow?"

Buffy pouted, stroking the pups� fur.

"I think he looks cute." She turned the puppy towards Olivia.

"Doesn't he look cute?"

Olivia strained to see what Buffy was holding and sighed in relief as she saw it was just a cute little Shih Tzu. She turned her face away in disgust. The blond must be insane if she thought Olivia cared about a stupid mutt. Buffy set the squirming puppy down on the bed. It had smelled Olivia's blood and it was starving.

"Play nice with your din-din." Buffy admonished the taffy colored pup. "Mommy will be back later."

Giles and Buffy left the room, accompanied by the sounds of puppy growls and horrified screams as Olivia realized Buffy meant 'Mommy' literally.

* * * * *

Spike watched the pair from the shadows, a choking kind of sadness closing his throat. Buffy, the golden glorious Slayer reduced to this� this mindless casual cruelty. He turned burning eyes to the Watcher. Word had filtered through that HE'D done this to her. Had turned her in a frenzy of grief. Spike didn't care why he'd done it, just that he had. Better the Slayer be dead than be this.

Spike advanced on the pair, body stiff with a mixture of rage and burning sadness.

"Watcher!" he snarled, capturing their attention. Giles let the body he was feeding on drop to the ground. Spike looked at Giles in disgust; it was a child, not more than 12 or 13 years old. Even in all his years with Angelus as William the Bloody, he had drawn the line at children.

Giles stared at Spike impassively, eyes cold. He wiped the back of his hand across his mouth, relishing the sweet taste of young blood. "Spike. To what do we owe the dubious pleasure of your company? Care to join us?" Giles gestured at the litter of bodies; all that was left of a lost Boy Scout troop. Buffy ignored the two, busy enjoying her late night snack.

Spike snarled at Giles,

"You turned her you bloody bastard! She was the Slayer! The finest..." Spike broke of rage and despair clogging his throat.

Giles sneered at Spike,

"Aw, you gonna cry? Go boo-hoo? Poncy sod! If you would've thought of it, you would have turned her yourself!"

Spike stared at the remains of a man that he once had greatly admired, had respected. That was the legacy of the chip in his head, it had forced him to see humans for what they really were, not just happy meals on legs.

"That's were you're wrong Ripper." Spike said, despair coating every word.

"I loved her enough to let her die." A blood red tear trickled down a sculpted cheek at the sight of Buffy, sitting splayed legged on the ground with an angelic looking whimpering boy across her lap; blood dripping down her chin as she greedily drained the wailing child.

Giles laughed in Spikes face. "Get out of here Spike. Be a good boy and go away."

Spike whirled away from the sight of Buffy feeding; he was sickened beyond words. Hatred shining in his eyes he advanced towards Giles.

"I couldn't touch you while you lived, but you just made your final mistake, you became a demon." Drawing closer to an indifferent Giles, Spike pulled out a stake from his duster. Giles raised an amused brow. "You'll pay dearly for...."

"Shut up Spike!" A look of amazed surprised betrayal spread across Spike's face as his lips formed Buffy�s name a second before he 'poofed.'

Buffy lowered the stake to her side and grinned at her Sire. Buffy dropped the stake and went back to her snack, picking up the scout leader who was desperately trying to crawl away.

Giles just grinned as he trod upon the remains of Spike 'William the Bloody' rejoining his childe in the snack.

Buffy turned her head as she noticed a familiar blonde figure walking briskly across the quad.

"Giles," she motioned towards the woman with her head. A feral grin crossed the Watchers face as he rubbed his hands together.

"Mmm..Let's go have some fun." Buffy grinned back, licking the last of the lost Boy Scouts blood from her lips. They followed a safe distance away, not wanting their prey to know that they were being stalked.

Tara shivered and looked around behind her. She felt as if she was being watched and with this being Sunnydale, you could never be too sure if what was watching you was friend or foe. She was worried about Willow. Ever since she'd heard about Buffy�s death she'd been trying to get out of her commitments and come back home to her love. Seeing nothing behind her, she just hurried into the dorm and up to their room, closing the door with a sigh of relief. She petted a purring Miss Kitty and tossed her bag on the bed.

Hearing a knock on the door she frowned, not really in the mood for visitors. She considered ignoring it. After all she was back early, no one was expecting her, but if it was someone from the dorm they must've seen her come in. Sighing she crossed to the door and opened it, swallowing a gasp as she saw Giles standing there looking pale and shaken.

"Tara... " Giles whispered, "May I... Come in?"

Tara swallowed and for some reason nodded nervously. Giles walked into the room, his face stony.

"Tara... I'm so sorry. I don't know how to tell you this... but Buffy was turned. She� Willow... Willow's gone."

Tara gasped collapsing on the bed; the shock of the news overwhelming her senses, not allowing her to senses the wrongness about Giles.

Giles knelt before Tara. "We can't find Willow Tara. I saw you across the quad and followed you. I... I was hoping you could do a locator spell." He raised pain filled eyes to the trembling blond.

"I lost Buffy." His voice was husky, pain filled. "I can't loose Willow too, neither can you. Help me?"

"Oh Giles." Tara whispered her eyes filling with tears as she went to wrap her arms around the older man.

"I'm so sorry. I came as soon as I could."
She closed her eyes as she held him, wanting to take away his pain, wishing there was a way to stop him from suffering. It was then that she noticed... how cold he was.

"G..G..Giles." Tara stammered pulling away from the Watcher, eyes shocked, not wanting to believe what she was feeling.

"Na uh" Giles said pleasantly gripping her wrists in a hard grip.

"You stay put." He heard a slight commotion in the hall and his smile chilled Tara to the bone.

"Invite her in." He ordered pleasantly. Tara firmed her lips.

"Invite her in." He snarled, grinding her bones together. Tara gasped and hesitantly said to come in. She gasped as Buffy sauntered through the doorway dragging a woman behind her.

"Play time?" Buffy asked grinning wickedly.
Giles' answering smile was cold.

"You sure do like to play my love, don't you?"
Buffy clapped her hands and bounced up and down.

"Love to play. Love, love, love it."

Giles grabbed Tara by the neck and motioned to Buffy. Buffy pulled duct tape out of her pocket and ripped off a piece, placing it across Tara's lips before she kissed the young witch.

"Oh! By the way, don't worry... Willow's fine. Her time will come."

"Oh Giles, just imagine Willow coming home to find Tara here face down on the ground. OOH it gives me shivers just thinking about it."

"So this is for?" Giles gestured to the unconscious woman.

"Dinner!" Buffy winked.

"I wanna have a lot of fun with witchy here. I�m gonna be very hungry when we�re through. Oh won't it be delicious when Willow finds her?" Buffy gestured to a trembling Tara. Giles chuckled and told to her to have her fun.

~~~~~~~~

It had been two days since Buffy and Giles had risen. Two days since they took the only thing that mattered. Xander dropped his head into his hands and stifled a moan. They had searched every crypt in Sunnyhell to no avail. They couldn't find them anywhere. Xander let out a sob, poor Anya. He had failed her, like he had failed everything important in his life. He looked up at the sound of his apartment door opening; hoping beyond sense that is was Anya. It wasn't. It was Willow. He looked up at her, eyes red rimmed, face haggard. Willow shook her head, no luck. For some reason the locator spell hadn't worked.

Willow sat next to Xander on the couch and laid her head on his shoulder, sharing his grief.

"Maybe if I did the spell in the dorm room. Tara's presence is strong there, maybe that will help."

Xander sighed and nodded.

"Oh Willow." Xander sobbed, the loss becoming too much to bear.

Willow wrapped her arms around him and just held him, rocking back and forth. Her grief ran too deep for tears. After a while, Willow pulled away and wiped the tears from Xanders face.

"C'mon Xander lets go find them. And then find whoever did this to them, make them pay."

Xander nodded his head and let Willow pull him through the apartment and out the door. Willow glanced down as Xander stopped to lock the door and took a small jump backwards.

"Xander?" She said bending down to examine the object closer, she felt the bile rise in her throat, but she'd seen worse in her high school days.

"Yeah, Will?" Xander sounded tired, like he'd had more than enough to deal with, and Willow didn't want to pile anything else on top of him.

"Have a look at this." She said picking up the severed ear and holding it out in her palm to show Xander.

Xander went white and he whispered one word, "Anya."
He looked at Willow and the steel in his eyes frightened her.

"I'm going to kill them Willow." His face was set in grim determination. He knew it was Anya's ear because it still had the diamond earrings he'd given her for Christmas attached. She *never* took them off. Giles and Buffy were going to pay and pay dearly.

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They arrived at the dorm room. Willow noticed the door wasn't closed all the way. Her stomach clenched in icy fear. She gingerly pushed the door open with her foot calling out Tara's name.

"Wills? Isn't Tara due back tomorrow?"

"Shh." Willow hushed Xander.

Willow felt on the wall for the light switch before opening the door all the way. She slowly entered the room, Xander at her heels. Her jaw dropped open in shock at the destruction. Someone had trashed the room. Clothes and belongings were strewn all over. Something crunched under foot. Willow looked down to see her foot had stepped through a framed picture of her and Tara, ripping the photo in half.

"Oh my god!" Xander whispered, appalled at the destruction.

"Why would anyone do this? It doesn't make since."

Willows eyes widened. "Miss Kitty!" She exclaimed.

"Where is Miss Kitty?" She started calling the cat in panic, wading through the tangle of belongings. She kicked aside some clothes to get to the bed and tripped, falling to one knee. Willow looked down to see what had tripped her and screamed.

"Why do I always find the bodies?" She moaned. She hesitantly reached down to pull clothing from the body. As she uncovered the person, her body stiffened in dread. Willow uncovered the head and never realized that the screams she vaguely heard in the distance where her own.

Xander rushed over to Willow�s side at her first scream. He clapped his hand over his mouth to try and keep down the gorge that threatened to erupt. It was what was left of Tara. Her face had been stripped off, just her ears and head where untouched. Her blond hair was red with blood around her face. The sweater that Willow had just bought her was soaked with blood and torn away to reveal countless bite marks, unmistakably vampire. Xander lost the battle with his gorge and whirling, threw up. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, tears rolling down his face.

"Willow!" He tried to yell over the Witches screams. He grimaced and slapped her across her face. Willows head snapped to the side and the screams stopped.

"Xander!" She sobbed. "Tara!" Xander pulled her face against his stomach, stroking her hair, rocking her back and forth.

"Willow, we need to get out of here. They might come back." There was no need to say who 'they ' were. Willow and Xander both knew who had done this, they just didn't know why. It was Xander�s turn to pull Willow from the room and outside. Willow followed, feeling numb. She was going to have to stake them, destroy them. She ran into Xander�s back as he stopped dead.

"Xander? Why..." Her voice trailed off at the absolute stillness of his body. She walked around him and she in turn stopped dead.

"Anya." Xander breathed her name in pure joy.

"You're alive!"
He started towards her, a smile of happiness spreading across his face.

"Xander." Willow began; something about the way Anya looked was setting off warning bells.

"Wait!"

Something slammed against Willows head and she felt a searing pain as the world went black.

Xander stumbled as Willow fell into his back. He whirled around just in time to catch her before she hit the pavement. A pair of feet stepped into his view. Startled he looked up, shock robbing him of speech. Something slammed against his head and the world went black.

Buffy smiled down at the pair sprawled at her feet. She grinned at Anya.

"Well, I guess we won't be going to the mall after all."

* * * * *

Xander barely heard the voices; his head was swimming with pain. His arms felt numb, like they didn't belong to him. Anya, her name was a litany running through his mind. He needed to find her, save her. His head painfully came up, he could have sworn he heard her voice, smelled her perfume.

"Xander." Her voice called to him. He bit back a sob, knowing that this was just another nightmare; she wasn't really there. He'd open his eyes and find himself alone in the basement once again.

"Xander." His name was called just a little louder. He struggled to open his eyes, he gasped as there she was, a little blurry, but it was her.  Anya.

"An." Xander rasped out through a painfully dry throat. "You..." He trailed off as Buffy came into view. His eyes filled with tears as he realized that it all had not just been a nightmare. He had seen Anya, alive with Buffy. "An." Xander's voice was an agonised wail.

Anya smiled at him. "What Xander?" Her voice was chilling in its coldness.

"You.. You" He stuttered not being able to say it out loud.

She laughed and walked up to him. "I'm?" She mocked him. "What? A vampire? Why yes, I am." She trailed a cold finger across his face. "You wanna join us? The orgasms are fabulous." Her hand trailed down to cup his crotch, roughly massaging him through his jeans.

Xander couldn't help his groan, this wasn't his beautiful Anya any longer, his mind knew it, but his body didn't. Anya laughed in delight.

"So? You wanna join?"

Xander grimaced, "No." His voice carried conviction even though his heart was breaking.

Anya's lips firmed with anger as she backhanded Xander. "Fine! Stay a stupid human! Don't give me orgasms!" She smiled coyly. "Mommy and Daddy will." Her eyes searched through the darkness. Xander turned to see what she was looking for and gasped as Giles came into view.

"Xander. Sure you won't join us?" Giles asked in a cold mocking tone, knowing what the boy would answer.  He slid an arm around Anya and Buffy, pulling them flush against him. "The perks are, hmm wonderful." He bent his head and took Anya's mouth in a savage kiss, which she returned wholeheartedly. Xander turned his face away, sobbing.

Buffy grabbed his head. "Nu uh. You watch how a real man fucks a woman." Buffy said cruelly, forcing Xander to watch Giles bend Anya over a table and ram into her from behind. Tears ran down his face in a steady stream as he was forced to listen to her squeals of delight and pleasure as the ex-watcher pounded into his girl friend. Anya finally came, moaning as Giles shot his cold seed into her.

Pulling out of her, Giles grinned at Xander's tear streaked face. "Like I said, the perks are wonderful.  But�c" Giles pulled a stake out of a drawer. "No matter how good a fuck you are, you have fulfilled your purpose." He whirled and drove the stake through Anya's heart from behind, before she knew what was happening.

"NNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOO!" Xander screamed as he watched Anya poof into a cloud of dust.

"Hey!!!" Buffy yelled. "I liked her!! She liked to play!!!" Buffy pouted at the loss of her sex toy.

Giles chuckled. "You still have another toy, don't worry."

Buffy smiled happily. "Oh, yeah. I forgot about her."

Xander looked past Buffy and Giles; despair blinding him, grief making him numb. He didn't notice Willow until Buffy wandered over to her.

Willow trembled as she looked at the two people who she had loved most in the world.  She turned her head to see the boy she had loved her whole life laying in front of her.  If she could have saved him this she would have, but as he'd told her, as he'd kissed her gently on the forehead, they'd started life together, they were going to finish it together.  Both of them had known it was a suicide mission, but what they hadn't realised was how far gone Giles and Buffy really were.  Far gone were the two people who had loved them as family and instead two demons stood before them.

Tears fell from her eyes and soaked the gag in her mouth.  Her eyes widened as she saw Buffy approach her and she shook even more as she saw the intense hate burning in the undead slayer's eyes.

"So... Will.  You must be missing Tara, not having anyone to cuddle up to at night, no one to hold you."

Buffy said as she ran her hands down her own slender figure, never losing eye contact with the witch.  "No one for smoochies.  I want to take care of that Willow, I want you to go out with a bang.  You think I haven't noticed you looking at me when you thought I wasn't watching?  Well how do you like this?" She questioned as she slowly undid her buttons and let the shirt gape open as she ran her fingers down in between her breasts.  She smiled ferally at Willow. "Do you want me?"

Willow's eyes were wide with fear, what game was the blonde girl playing? She'd never thought of her in that way, only ever wanted Tara.  Her eyes welled with tears as she thought about the horrors these two must have inflicted upon her girlfriend.  Her eyes hardened as she looked defiantly back at the slayer.  She shook her head slowly, so there would be no doubt.

"Are you sure?" Buffy questioned softly, as she reached for her own nipples and pinched them, rolling them in between her fingers, licking her lips.

Willow nodded again, trying to ignore the mixed feelings Buffy was causing in her.

"Hmm you know, Giles�c Bring Xander over here will you please?" Buffy called to her sire.

Giles smirked, he knew exactly what Buffy was up to and he was looking forward to it.  He lifted Xander and placed him where he would have the best view of what was about to happen.   "You be good Buffy." He whispered and ran his hand over her rump.

"Always Sire."

Giles turned his attention back to Xander, "Now you'll learn to do what I always did best.  Watch."

Xander's eyes widened in fear and shock, as he realised just what was going to happen and even worse, that his body was reacting to it.

Giles slid into game face as Willow watched him and leant dangerously close to Xander's neck, fangs extended.  He looked at the red head and asked in a low voice "Do you want Buffy?"

Willow swallowed and nodded, knowing that it was futile, but hoping a few extra minutes would allow them a chance to escape.

"Mmm Good." Buffy replied as she started to untie Willow.  "You say one word and Giles will dispatch Xander faster than you can say bloody vampire. Do you understand?"

Willow swallowed and nodded, her throat was dry and she was grateful when the gag was removed.  Buffy wrapped her arms around Willow, letting her feel the strength of slayer and vampire combined, before she brushed her lips over Willow's and her hand came up to brush against Willow's breast in a gentle mockery of all their friendship had ever been.

Xander felt his cock expand as he watched the scene in front of him unfold; it had been one of the biggest fantasies of his life.  Giles reached down and stroked the telltale bulge in the boys pants as he whispered in his ear.

"Don't worry you'll get a turn." Xander stiffened as he felt Giles unzip his jeans.

Buffy continued to run her hands up and down her ex best friend.  She started to unbutton Willow's shirt, never taking her eyes off of Willow's.  She ran her hands down the front of the young witch, before reaching around under her shirt and unclasping her bra.  She then pushed the shirt back off Willow's shoulders, letting it drop to the ground as she removed the bra.  Buffy then slid into game face as she lowered her face to Willows breasts.  An evil grin came over her face as she turned to look at her watcher and The Zeppo.

"Giiillleesss." she practically purred.  "Do you have any of that tape left over?" She grinned thinking of the fun they had using that before.

Giles removed his hand from its ministrations on Xander's cock and threw the roll of duct tape over to her.  "Use it sparingly, it's the last one Buffy."
She smiled at him, her yellow eyes glistening in the darkness as she ripped off a piece of tape and covered Willow's mouth.

"Just in case you did get any ideas."  Willow's eyes were full of fear, if she'd doubted it before now she knew the woman she had once loved as a sister, was well and truly gone.  If any of her had been left after the change, it had fled to the only place she could ever be safe.  Buffy Summers was totally and utterly insane.  Buffy lowered her mouth to the red head's nipples and began to lick and suck at them, causing Willow to whimper.  She didn't want this, didn't want her last moments to make a mockery of all she had held dear as she turned from child to adult.

Willow's eyes sought out Xander's.  He smiled sadly at her and mouthed the words "I love you." before Giles' hand returned to the young boys cock and he moaned.
Willow saw his eyes cloud over and she knew she'd lost him.  His grief was too much and his mind had snapped, unable to cope with everything around him.

She allowed her gaze to travel upwards and she met the cold green eyes of the man who had been more family to her than her own.  He smiled at her; she could see no feeling behind the smile.  But then she had a glimpse of something; it was gone so quickly she wasn't even sure if it had been there or if she had just imagined it.  She thought she'd seen a twinge of regret.

He started to mouth something as he watched her and his magick twirling around her own, making her skin crawl.  There was a woosh and then she knew her powers were bound.  It was a strong spell and she knew that it would have taken a lot out of him. She defiantly raised her eyes to look at him again; he looked smug.  He raised his eyebrows and one corner of his mouth lifted in a smile that made her blood run cold.  Willow's eyes filled with tears, she was truly alone now.  Buffy and Giles were dead and as she let her eyes drift over Xander's body once more she knew, he was gone too.

She had one chance. Giles would have to maintain a certain amount of concentration to uphold the spell.  If it was broken at any time, she would have a chance. She raised her eyes skyward and mouthed the words "Goddess help me."

Buffy continued to play with Willow's nipples, tracing her tongue over them in circles starting off large and becoming smaller and smaller until she was just flicking her tongue over the redhead's responding nipple.  Willow forced herself to ignore what the blonde was doing to her body and to concentrate on remembering the spell she would need if she wanted to escape. Buffy sank her fangs into Willow's soft globes and began to drink.  

"Mmmm. Tasty.  Wanna try?" she asked the watcher.  He smiled at his childe and shook his head slightly.

"Soon, don't drain her yet Buffy, it would ruin our plans." He then walked to stand in front of Xander and looked deep into the boy's eyes.  He muttered a few words, untied him and stepped away.  Giving him every chance to escape.  Xander rose and reached for the watcher, pulling his head down to meet his lips in a savage kiss.  When he pulled back Xander's eyes were black, devoid of humanity; he was completely in Giles' thrall.

Giles turned to face Buffy again and said "I bound her powers luv, so you can remove the tape if you want.  She can't cast, not at the moment."

Buffy smiled and allowed Willow to fall back against the post behind her.  She grinned at her watcher and walked towards him with a feline grace.  She stood on tiptoe beside him and growled as he bent to lick the blood she'd missed from her face.  

"Mmm, Buffy mixed with Willow�c Heaven.  But you know what I'd really like to taste?"  He growled as he wrapped his arms around her waist.  They both turned to look at Willow.  She was a pitiful sight, she looked as if she'd given up and her eyes were empty.

It was as if Willow had retreated far into herself, leaving them just the shell of her body to play with. That would never do at all. They wanted Willow to suffer every bit as much as they had.

Buffy lent down and slipped her hands under Willow's loose track pants, running her hands around the girls soft skin, raking her finger nails across her rump.  "OOH Willow, A g-string?"  She then slowly moved backwards, kissing Willow's legs, pulling her pants off as she went.  Letting her fangs scrape across the skin as she descended, leaving graze marks where the blood oozed slowly.  Giles watched the scene in front of him and felt himself start to expand under his jeans.

"Xander." He called the boy, who walked towards him as if he were in a deep sleep.

"Yes Giles?" his voice was devoid of emotion.

"Suck my cock," the watcher ordered.

Xander promptly freed Giles from his jeans and encircled Giles' manhood with his hand, before lowering his head to engulf it.  He began to suck gently at first and then encouraged, as Giles allowed himself to thrust into the boy's mouth, he began to suck harder and faster, trying to give his master release.  Giles held Xander by his neck and forced him to take even more of the substantial cock in his mouth, ramming into his mouth hard and fast.

Suddenly without warning Giles started to stream into his mouth, Xander swallowed as fast as he could, greedily waiting for more.

Xander continued to swallow the sticky stream of liquid until there was none left, then he resumed his previous sucking action.  Giles stood there with a proud look on his face.  "That's my boy.  How would you like a reward?"  Xander looked up at Giles with his mouth still around the cock and his tongue didn't stop its movement.  "You may stop now." The look on Xander's face was pure disappointment.  "Go into the other room and bring back out who or what you find."

Giles walked back to the table and sat down on top of it, watching the show presented before him.  Buffy was licking her way back up Willow towards the apex of her sex.  She was humming to herself as she went up, anyone who remembered Buffy's 18th birthday would have known it was the same song Kraleck had been humming as he chased her.  Then as Buffy gave one long lick up Willow's slit she murmured in surprise.

"Mmm Willow, I didn't know it was that time of the month for you.  We used to be so in sync and now I'm free of that monthly curse," she bent her head to lick more of it up "and so will you be soon enough."

Giles smiled on as Buffy proceeded to lap up as much of the blood from Willow's menstruation as she could.

"Buffy be careful, too much of that blood could have strange effects on you.  It's not like the blood she's pumping in her veins.  It's dead blood."  Buffy looked up, her entire chin was saturated in Willow's blood.  She pulled Willow's tampon out with her teeth and threw it over to Giles.

"Have a taste Watcherman."  Then Buffy once again lowered her head to Willow's sex, her tongue probing and stroking.

Willow was far away in a much happier place, surrounded by her friends before the whole nightmare had started.  Her mind was replaying the events playing up to Buffy's accident.  Giles had been so happy, so excited about starting a real life with Buffy, Tara and herself were talking of a hand fasting, Xander and Anya were engaged.  It was all roses and happiness. Willow felt a tear fall from her eye, but she refused to acknowledge where she was. Everyone was gone.  Tara was dead and she would be joining her in the afterlife soon enough.

Xander had pulled the body out from the other room and brought it to his master.  He had been surprised to see Tara's naked body in such good condition.  She was so cold and so very, very dead.  The smart part of him that still had a small amount of control felt his eyes well with tears.  Poor Tara, she didn't deserve this anymore than any of them did. He fought to regain complete control over himself, but he wasn't strong enough.  He was just Xander.  Buffy was the slayer, Willow was the witch; he was just plain old Xander and when it came down to it, he just wasn't strong enough to fight. Then once again Xander was gone and the thrall returned as Giles spoke.

"Fuck her boy.  Ram your cock into her pussy.  Fuck her like you've never fucked someone before.  Just pump in and out of her, try and make her scream.  She's dead but you never know." Giles laughed darkly, "Don't you want to fuck her Xander?  Don't you want to fuck her till you and she are both satisfied?"

"Yes Master, I want you to please you by fucking Tara until she screams."

Xander stepped out of his jeans and lowered himself over Tara.  He entered her cold body and started to pump back forth, the dryness didn't worry him; all he cared about was pleasing his master.  He felt himself grow close and when he spurted his seed he was shocked as he felt her muscles convulsing around his cock and Tara's arms pulled him closer to her and he felt her fangs descend into his neck.  Tara drained him as much as she dared and pushed the body off her.  She stood and smiled at Giles, shaking off her game face.

"Mmm.  Thank you."

Giles chuckled and held his arms out to Tara, who stepped into them willingly.  "Look what else Buffy and I have for you to play with."  He ran his hands up and down Tara's body and she arched into his hands.

She turned her head to see what her mistress was playing with and practically purred the word, "Willow." An evil grin crossed over her face and she turned to look back into the eyes of her master.  "May I... play?"

Giles grinned back.  "Buffy, our little girl wants to play.  Shall we let her?"

Buffy looked back up at Giles and grinned.  "Sure thing.  Go on my childe."

Buffy stood and walked over to where Giles proceeded to lick Willow's blood off her face, causing them both to become more aroused than they already were.

Tara smiled shyly at the couple and then walked towards her lover.  Then she bent down and gently cupped Willow's face, "Willow?  Wake up.. Willow? Come back to me."  Tara's voice slowly seeped in through Willow's daze, but she was dead.  She'd seen the mutilated body.  Fresh tears fell from her eyes as she came back into the present.

"Tara?  You're alive?  But how? I saw..."

"I'm here baby.  It's okay.  They've got Xander, Willow.  I'm so scared we are going to be next. Why didn't you come to save me?  You know I would have come to save you!  I loved you so much."

"Tara, Tara... No...  Xander and I thought you were dead.  We saw your body, they ripped you to shreds, you were...there was no way you could have survived that.  I love you so much.  Oh Tara."  Willow reached for Tara and was surprised when the girl pushed her back down.

"Shhh it's okay now.  It's all going to be fine." Tara stood and walked over to where Giles and Buffy were fondling each other as they watched the show in front of them.  Tara allowed Buffy to cup her breasts and leant in to kiss her deeply.

It was at this point Willow completely snapped.  She was going to destroy these two monsters if it killed her and she knew it was going to.  She wept even more tears and this time she refused to give in.  She had to keep her wits about her, watch and wait for Giles to lose concentration for even just a moment.  Then she had her chance.  Giles moved towards Xander and told him to bend over.  Giles let his concentration slip as he pounded into the boy.

Willow looked over at Xander and shut her eyes moaning, helpless to help. Buffy smiled over at Giles who was enjoying the annoying pest. Willow sobbed as Xander's cries of pain faded. The sight of Giles pistoning himself into Xander as his fangs sucked...Willow shuddered in horror at the agony Xander had endured at the hands of the man he had considered almost a father.

Love quickly changed as the witch was consumed with a hatred that was more than the love she had felt for the two. Her body aching and bloodied, weakened by being fed upon while they had tortured poor Xander, Willow gathered all her remaining energy and whispered a spell behind the tape that covered her mouth. Sight dimming, she stiffened as she felt Tara ram her fist into Willow's pummelled body once more, her fangs piercing her tender flesh.  She looked into her lovers eyes once more as she all but whispered the word "Incindere." Tara screamed as the flames engulfed her and with that, Willow collapsed.  Mercifully, she felt no more, her skin blackened but her body didn't burn.

Buffy licked her lips, then she frowned. "Giles, I feel..." Buffy screamed as she collapsed on the floor, agonizing pain flooding her being. "Giles!" She screamed.

Giles convulsed, clutching his midriff, blood pouring out of his mouth in spurts as agony held him in it's grip.

* * * * *

Xander barely heard the voices; his head was swimming with pain. His arms felt numb, like they didn't belong to him. Anya, her name was a litany running through his mind. He needed to find her, save her. His head painfully came up, he could have sworn he heard her voice, smelled her perfume.

"Xander." Her voice called to him. He bit back a sob, knowing that this was just another nightmare; she wasn't really there. He'd open his eyes and find himself alone in the basement once again.

"Xander." His name was called just a little louder. He struggled to open his eyes, he gasped as there she was, a little blurry, but it was her.  Anya.

"An." Xander rasped out through a painfully dry throat. "You..." He trailed off as Buffy came into view. His eyes filled with tears as he realized that it all had not just been a nightmare. He had seen Anya, alive with Buffy. "An." Xander's voice was an agonised wail.

Anya smiled at him. "What Xander?" Her voice was chilling in its coldness.

"You.. You" He stuttered not being able to say it out loud.

She laughed and walked up to him. "I'm?" She mocked him. "What? A vampire? Why yes, I am." She trailed a cold finger across his face. "You wanna join us? The orgasms are fabulous." Her hand trailed down to cup his crotch, roughly massaging him through his jeans.

Xander couldn't help his groan, this wasn't his beautiful Anya any longer, his mind knew it, but his body didn't. Anya laughed in delight.

"So? You wanna join?"

Xander grimaced, "No." His voice carried conviction even though his heart was breaking.

Anya's lips firmed with anger as she backhanded Xander. "Fine! Stay a stupid human! Don't give me orgasms!" She smiled coyly. "Mommy and Daddy will." Her eyes searched through the darkness. Xander turned to see what she was looking for and gasped as Giles came into view.

"Xander. Sure you won't join us?" Giles asked in a cold mocking tone, knowing what the boy would answer.  He slid an arm around Anya and Buffy, pulling them flush against him. "The perks are, hmm wonderful." He bent his head and took Anya's mouth in a savage kiss, which she returned wholeheartedly. Xander turned his face away, sobbing.

Buffy grabbed his head. "Nu uh. You watch how a real man fucks a woman." Buffy said cruelly, forcing Xander to watch Giles bend Anya over a table and ram into her from behind. Tears ran down his face in a steady stream as he was forced to listen to her squeals of delight and pleasure as the ex-watcher pounded into his girl friend. Anya finally came, moaning as Giles shot his cold seed into her.

Pulling out of her, Giles grinned at Xander's tear streaked face. "Like I said, the perks are wonderful.  But�c" Giles pulled a stake out of a drawer. "No matter how good a fuck you are, you have fulfilled your purpose." He whirled and drove the stake through Anya's heart from behind, before she knew what was happening.

"NNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOO!" Xander screamed as he watched Anya poof into a cloud of dust.

"Hey!!!" Buffy yelled. "I liked her!! She liked to play!!!" Buffy pouted at the loss of her sex toy.

Giles chuckled. "You still have another toy, don't worry."

Buffy smiled happily. "Oh, yeah. I forgot about her."

Xander looked past Buffy and Giles; despair blinding him, grief making him numb. He didn't notice Willow until Buffy wandered over to her.

Willow trembled as she looked at the two people who she had loved most in the world.  She turned her head to see the boy she had loved her whole life laying in front of her.  If she could have saved him this she would have, but as he'd told her, as he'd kissed her gently on the forehead, they'd started life together, they were going to finish it together.  Both of them had known it was a suicide mission, but what they hadn't realised was how far gone Giles and Buffy really were.  Far gone were the two people who had loved them as family and instead two demons stood before them.

Tears fell from her eyes and soaked the gag in her mouth.  Her eyes widened as she saw Buffy approach her and she shook even more as she saw the intense hate burning in the undead slayer's eyes.

"So... Will.  You must be missing Tara, not having anyone to cuddle up to at night, no one to hold you."

Buffy said as she ran her hands down her own slender figure, never losing eye contact with the witch.  "No one for smoochies.  I want to take care of that Willow, I want you to go out with a bang.  You think I haven't noticed you looking at me when you thought I wasn't watching?  Well how do you like this?" She questioned as she slowly undid her buttons and let the shirt gape open as she ran her fingers down in between her breasts.  She smiled ferally at Willow. "Do you want me?"

Willow's eyes were wide with fear, what game was the blonde girl playing? She'd never thought of her in that way, only ever wanted Tara.  Her eyes welled with tears as she thought about the horrors these two must have inflicted upon her girlfriend.  Her eyes hardened as she looked defiantly back at the slayer.  She shook her head slowly, so there would be no doubt.

"Are you sure?" Buffy questioned softly, as she reached for her own nipples and pinched them, rolling them in between her fingers, licking her lips.

Willow nodded again, trying to ignore the mixed feelings Buffy was causing in her.

"Hmm you know, Giles�c Bring Xander over here will you please?" Buffy called to her sire.

Giles smirked, he knew exactly what Buffy was up to and he was looking forward to it.  He lifted Xander and placed him where he would have the best view of what was about to happen.   "You be good Buffy." He whispered and ran his hand over her rump.

"Always Sire."

Giles turned his attention back to Xander, "Now you'll learn to do what I always did best.  Watch."

Xander's eyes widened in fear and shock, as he realised just what was going to happen and even worse, that his body was reacting to it.

Giles slid into game face as Willow watched him and leant dangerously close to Xander's neck, fangs extended.  He looked at the red head and asked in a low voice "Do you want Buffy?"

Willow swallowed and nodded, knowing that it was futile, but hoping a few extra minutes would allow them a chance to escape.

"Mmm Good." Buffy replied as she started to untie Willow.  "You say one word and Giles will dispatch Xander faster than you can say bloody vampire. Do you understand?"

Willow swallowed and nodded, her throat was dry and she was grateful when the gag was removed.  Buffy wrapped her arms around Willow, letting her feel the strength of slayer and vampire combined, before she brushed her lips over Willow's and her hand came up to brush against Willow's breast in a gentle mockery of all their friendship had ever been.

Xander felt his cock expand as he watched the scene in front of him unfold; it had been one of the biggest fantasies of his life.  Giles reached down and stroked the telltale bulge in the boys pants as he whispered in his ear.

"Don't worry you'll get a turn." Xander stiffened as he felt Giles unzip his jeans.

Buffy continued to run her hands up and down her ex best friend.  She started to unbutton Willow's shirt, never taking her eyes off of Willow's.  She ran her hands down the front of the young witch, before reaching around under her shirt and unclasping her bra.  She then pushed the shirt back off Willow's shoulders, letting it drop to the ground as she removed the bra.  Buffy then slid into game face as she lowered her face to Willows breasts.  An evil grin came over her face as she turned to look at her watcher and The Zeppo.

"Giiillleesss." she practically purred.  "Do you have any of that tape left over?" She grinned thinking of the fun they had using that before.

Giles removed his hand from its ministrations on Xander's cock and threw the roll of duct tape over to her.  "Use it sparingly, it's the last one Buffy."
She smiled at him, her yellow eyes glistening in the darkness as she ripped off a piece of tape and covered Willow's mouth.

"Just in case you did get any ideas."  Willow's eyes were full of fear, if she'd doubted it before now she knew the woman she had once loved as a sister, was well and truly gone.  If any of her had been left after the change, it had fled to the only place she could ever be safe.  Buffy Summers was totally and utterly insane.  Buffy lowered her mouth to the red head's nipples and began to lick and suck at them, causing Willow to whimper.  She didn't want this, didn't want her last moments to make a mockery of all she had held dear as she turned from child to adult.

Willow's eyes sought out Xander's.  He smiled sadly at her and mouthed the words "I love you." before Giles' hand returned to the young boys cock and he moaned.
Willow saw his eyes cloud over and she knew she'd lost him.  His grief was too much and his mind had snapped, unable to cope with everything around him.

She allowed her gaze to travel upwards and she met the cold green eyes of the man who had been more family to her than her own.  He smiled at her; she could see no feeling behind the smile.  But then she had a glimpse of something; it was gone so quickly she wasn't even sure if it had been there or if she had just imagined it.  She thought she'd seen a twinge of regret.

He started to mouth something as he watched her and his magick twirling around her own, making her skin crawl.  There was a woosh and then she knew her powers were bound.  It was a strong spell and she knew that it would have taken a lot out of him. She defiantly raised her eyes to look at him again; he looked smug.  He raised his eyebrows and one corner of his mouth lifted in a smile that made her blood run cold.  Willow's eyes filled with tears, she was truly alone now.  Buffy and Giles were dead and as she let her eyes drift over Xander's body once more she knew, he was gone too.

She had one chance. Giles would have to maintain a certain amount of concentration to uphold the spell.  If it was broken at any time, she would have a chance. She raised her eyes skyward and mouthed the words "Goddess help me."

Buffy continued to play with Willow's nipples, tracing her tongue over them in circles starting off large and becoming smaller and smaller until she was just flicking her tongue over the redhead's responding nipple.  Willow forced herself to ignore what the blonde was doing to her body and to concentrate on remembering the spell she would need if she wanted to escape. Buffy sank her fangs into Willow's soft globes and began to drink.  

"Mmmm. Tasty.  Wanna try?" she asked the watcher.  He smiled at his childe and shook his head slightly.

"Soon, don't drain her yet Buffy, it would ruin our plans." He then walked to stand in front of Xander and looked deep into the boy's eyes.  He muttered a few words, untied him and stepped away.  Giving him every chance to escape.  Xander rose and reached for the watcher, pulling his head down to meet his lips in a savage kiss.  When he pulled back Xander's eyes were black, devoid of humanity; he was completely in Giles' thrall.

Giles turned to face Buffy again and said "I bound her powers luv, so you can remove the tape if you want.  She can't cast, not at the moment."

Buffy smiled and allowed Willow to fall back against the post behind her.  She grinned at her watcher and walked towards him with a feline grace.  She stood on tiptoe beside him and growled as he bent to lick the blood she'd missed from her face.  

"Mmm, Buffy mixed with Willow�c Heaven.  But you know what I'd really like to taste?"  He growled as he wrapped his arms around her waist.  They both turned to look at Willow.  She was a pitiful sight, she looked as if she'd given up and her eyes were empty.

It was as if Willow had retreated far into herself, leaving them just the shell of her body to play with. That would never do at all. They wanted Willow to suffer every bit as much as they had.

Buffy lent down and slipped her hands under Willow's loose track pants, running her hands around the girls soft skin, raking her finger nails across her rump.  "OOH Willow, A g-string?"  She then slowly moved backwards, kissing Willow's legs, pulling her pants off as she went.  Letting her fangs scrape across the skin as she descended, leaving graze marks where the blood oozed slowly.  Giles watched the scene in front of him and felt himself start to expand under his jeans.

"Xander." He called the boy, who walked towards him as if he were in a deep sleep.

"Yes Giles?" his voice was devoid of emotion.

"Suck my cock," the watcher ordered.

Xander promptly freed Giles from his jeans and encircled Giles' manhood with his hand, before lowering his head to engulf it.  He began to suck gently at first and then encouraged, as Giles allowed himself to thrust into the boy's mouth, he began to suck harder and faster, trying to give his master release.  Giles held Xander by his neck and forced him to take even more of the substantial cock in his mouth, ramming into his mouth hard and fast.

Suddenly without warning Giles started to stream into his mouth, Xander swallowed as fast as he could, greedily waiting for more.

Xander continued to swallow the sticky stream of liquid until there was none left, then he resumed his previous sucking action.  Giles stood there with a proud look on his face.  "That's my boy.  How would you like a reward?"  Xander looked up at Giles with his mouth still around the cock and his tongue didn't stop its movement.  "You may stop now." The look on Xander's face was pure disappointment.  "Go into the other room and bring back out who or what you find."

Giles walked back to the table and sat down on top of it, watching the show presented before him.  Buffy was licking her way back up Willow towards the apex of her sex.  She was humming to herself as she went up, anyone who remembered Buffy's 18th birthday would have known it was the same song Kraleck had been humming as he chased her.  Then as Buffy gave one long lick up Willow's slit she murmured in surprise.

"Mmm Willow, I didn't know it was that time of the month for you.  We used to be so in sync and now I'm free of that monthly curse," she bent her head to lick more of it up "and so will you be soon enough."

Giles smiled on as Buffy proceeded to lap up as much of the blood from Willow's menstruation as she could.

"Buffy be careful, too much of that blood could have strange effects on you.  It's not like the blood she's pumping in her veins.  It's dead blood."  Buffy looked up, her entire chin was saturated in Willow's blood.  She pulled Willow's tampon out with her teeth and threw it over to Giles.

"Have a taste Watcherman."  Then Buffy once again lowered her head to Willow's sex, her tongue probing and stroking.

Willow was far away in a much happier place, surrounded by her friends before the whole nightmare had started.  Her mind was replaying the events playing up to Buffy's accident.  Giles had been so happy, so excited about starting a real life with Buffy, Tara and herself were talking of a hand fasting, Xander and Anya were engaged.  It was all roses and happiness. Willow felt a tear fall from her eye, but she refused to acknowledge where she was. Everyone was gone.  Tara was dead and she would be joining her in the afterlife soon enough.

Xander had pulled the body out from the other room and brought it to his master.  He had been surprised to see Tara's naked body in such good condition.  She was so cold and so very, very dead.  The smart part of him that still had a small amount of control felt his eyes well with tears.  Poor Tara, she didn't deserve this anymore than any of them did. He fought to regain complete control over himself, but he wasn't strong enough.  He was just Xander.  Buffy was the slayer, Willow was the witch; he was just plain old Xander and when it came down to it, he just wasn't strong enough to fight. Then once again Xander was gone and the thrall returned as Giles spoke.

"Fuck her boy.  Ram your cock into her pussy.  Fuck her like you've never fucked someone before.  Just pump in and out of her, try and make her scream.  She's dead but you never know." Giles laughed darkly, "Don't you want to fuck her Xander?  Don't you want to fuck her till you and she are both satisfied?"

"Yes Master, I want you to please you by fucking Tara until she screams."

Xander stepped out of his jeans and lowered himself over Tara.  He entered her cold body and started to pump back forth, the dryness didn't worry him; all he cared about was pleasing his master.  He felt himself grow close and when he spurted his seed he was shocked as he felt her muscles convulsing around his cock and Tara's arms pulled him closer to her and he felt her fangs descend into his neck.  Tara drained him as much as she dared and pushed the body off her.  She stood and smiled at Giles, shaking off her game face.

"Mmm.  Thank you."

Giles chuckled and held his arms out to Tara, who stepped into them willingly.  "Look what else Buffy and I have for you to play with."  He ran his hands up and down Tara's body and she arched into his hands.

She turned her head to see what her mistress was playing with and practically purred the word, "Willow." An evil grin crossed over her face and she turned to look back into the eyes of her master.  "May I... play?"

Giles grinned back.  "Buffy, our little girl wants to play.  Shall we let her?"

Buffy looked back up at Giles and grinned.  "Sure thing.  Go on my childe."

Buffy stood and walked over to where Giles proceeded to lick Willow's blood off her face, causing them both to become more aroused than they already were.

Tara smiled shyly at the couple and then walked towards her lover.  Then she bent down and gently cupped Willow's face, "Willow?  Wake up.. Willow? Come back to me."  Tara's voice slowly seeped in through Willow's daze, but she was dead.  She'd seen the mutilated body.  Fresh tears fell from her eyes as she came back into the present.

"Tara?  You're alive?  But how? I saw..."

"I'm here baby.  It's okay.  They've got Xander, Willow.  I'm so scared we are going to be next. Why didn't you come to save me?  You know I would have come to save you!  I loved you so much."

"Tara, Tara... No...  Xander and I thought you were dead.  We saw your body, they ripped you to shreds, you were...there was no way you could have survived that.  I love you so much.  Oh Tara."  Willow reached for Tara and was surprised when the girl pushed her back down.

"Shhh it's okay now.  It's all going to be fine." Tara stood and walked over to where Giles and Buffy were fondling each other as they watched the show in front of them.  Tara allowed Buffy to cup her breasts and leant in to kiss her deeply.

It was at this point Willow completely snapped.  She was going to destroy these two monsters if it killed her and she knew it was going to.  She wept even more tears and this time she refused to give in.  She had to keep her wits about her, watch and wait for Giles to lose concentration for even just a moment.  Then she had her chance.  Giles moved towards Xander and told him to bend over.  Giles let his concentration slip as he pounded into the boy.

Willow looked over at Xander and shut her eyes moaning, helpless to help. Buffy smiled over at Giles who was enjoying the annoying pest. Willow sobbed as Xander's cries of pain faded. The sight of Giles pistoning himself into Xander as his fangs sucked...Willow shuddered in horror at the agony Xander had endured at the hands of the man he had considered almost a father.

Love quickly changed as the witch was consumed with a hatred that was more than the love she had felt for the two. Her body aching and bloodied, weakened by being fed upon while they had tortured poor Xander, Willow gathered all her remaining energy and whispered a spell behind the tape that covered her mouth. Sight dimming, she stiffened as she felt Tara ram her fist into Willow's pummelled body once more, her fangs piercing her tender flesh.  She looked into her lovers eyes once more as she all but whispered the word "Incindere." Tara screamed as the flames engulfed her and with that, Willow collapsed.  Mercifully, she felt no more, her skin blackened but her body didn't burn.

Buffy licked her lips, then she frowned. "Giles, I feel..." Buffy screamed as she collapsed on the floor, agonizing pain flooding her being. "Giles!" She screamed.

Giles convulsed, clutching his midriff, blood pouring out of his mouth in spurts as agony held him in it's grip.

* * * * *

"What did that bitch do!?" he snarled as his stomach cramped painfully. Buffy screamed as she was filled with agonising pain. "Giles!" she screamed. Blood poured from her mouth as she clapped her hands over her stomach, curling up into a ball. He fell forward as he spewed blood, pain blinding him. The sounds of retching filled the air as Watcher and Slayer emptied the spoils of the carnage. Neither noticed the smile that flittered across Willows face as she softly sighed "our blood" as she died. Slowly the pain eased and Buffy looked across at her lover, he was lying face down on the ground.

"Giles?" she questioned weakly. "Giles?" her voice was a little stronger when he didn't answer her. "GILES!" she screamed.

Giles was vaguely aware of his name being called as he floated in the blackness. He strained to recognize it. Buffy! Buffy was calling him back. Suddenly he felt himself sucked into his body. He moaned, "Buffy."

He managed to crawl over to her, the blood still tasted bitter in his mouth. "Buffy?" He pulled her into his arms and they just lay there in each other's arms for what felt like an eternity. Slowly they gained their strength back and stood, their arms around each other. They growled and walked towards Willow. Their vampire selves came to the front, as they picked up Willow's bloodied body between them. Giles started to hum as Buffy wrapped Willow around her and used her as if she was a master puppeteer. They danced around the room, Giles humming and leading the dance. Suddenly Buffy looked up into his amber eyes and said, "Excuse me mind if I cut in?" and swung Willow around to face her, she wrapped her arms around the cool witches waist and swung her around as Giles continued to hum. Willow's red hair fell around her face giving her an ethereal quality. She looked at peace, even as her dead eyes bore into Buffy's undead ones. Willow's eyes were looking somewhere beyond Buffy, but the smile on her lips made it look as if she had died triumphantly. Buffy frowned and shook the witch.

"What are you smiling for bitch? You're dead. We win, Willow. The Scooby gang is no more." Buffy's smile faded as she struggled internally. Buffy Summers was putting up a fight like she had never seen in her life, she was fighting to regain her soul.

Across the room Giles had stopped his humming and he too was lost to his surroundings engaged in a battle to regain his soul. He heard Willow's voice briefly echo in his mind, "Our blood." He realized Willow and Xander had sacrificed their lives just to save them. Somehow she'd enchanted their blood to give them this one last chance, the thought made him fight harder. His lips pulled back from his teeth in a snarl of rage as he felt good old Rupert fight to regain control.

"No!" He screamed out. He liked being this way. Strong. Dominate. He whirled on the witch's body and began to pummel it using fists and feet, blows hammering down upon the corpse. He screamed, a high blood curdling sound of anguish as his soul exploded back into his body. Giles collapsed to the floor whimpering; barely hearing Buffy's own cries and screams. Giles stared at Buffy, the essence of whom, of what she had been, merely a lingering echo. The last bit that was Rupert Giles screamed in silent agony at what, out of grief, he had done to his beloved Slayer. An answering scream shone in her eyes. "Giles." His name was barely a sigh. All that was lost never to be regained. Life, love, laughter, sanity. It was too much and yet not enough. She wanted to forget, to slide back down into the madness. But she knew that she wouldn't, couldn't.

They looked at the carnage sounding them, sorrow and horror keeping them quiet - the shattered body of Xander, the mangled form of Willow. Buffy turned as a strange scrambling sound came from behind them. A sob burst from her throat as Jossy came into the room and started yipping, over-joyed to see her. She bent down and picked up her puppy. She crooned to him, stroking his fur, enjoying the fell of his wriggly puppy body. She carried him over to the table and picked up a piece of wood. Silent tears running down her face, she kissed his furry face and pressing him close to her, whispered, "I'm sorry," and plunged the stake through his tiny heart. The ashy remnants of Jossy exploded over her, taking her hopes and dreams of her future with. She reached out a hand to Giles and rested her head on his shoulder. Their mouths met and clung, not in passion, but in a vain attempt at comfort. Hands quickly tugged off clothing, they where desperate to escape, even for a moment, the reality of what they had become, what they had done. It was no use, the smell of so much blood, the echoes of screams and the agony of pain that had shone in their eyes. Buffy rolled away from Giles and curled into a ball, madness quickly closing in. She was the Slayer. She had done this.

Giles laid back and flung an arm across his eyes, grief too deep for words. He silently got dressed and carefully helped Buffy, treating her like spun glass. He knew that it wouldn't take much to send her spiralling out of control. Her hold on sanity was tenuous at best. They stared at each, not needing words, knowing what they needed to do.

Hand in hand they left the carnage behind them and walked off into the night, both a shell of the person they'd once been but no longer under the control of the demon. They were Watcher and Slayer once again, protectors of the innocent. Their hearts broke for what they had done to their friends, how they had destroyed them without even a second thought. Their hearts broke as they realised just how much Willow and Xander had loved them to sacrifice themselves without a second thought.

Giles and Buffy wandered down one of Sunnydale's main streets hand in hand, expressions blank, shock had set in. They had just finished with what they'd had to do. Their hands and their clothes, stained with soil and blood. It was the quite hour, false dawn, the sky was a pearly gray, birds where waking, glorying in a new day. A car flew by them - they barely registered its passing. With a squeal of brakes, it came to a shuddering stop as the occupants began arguing furiously. The sound of the fight reached Buffy and Giles, briefly capturing Giles attention. He looked up at the car and saw the plates. Pure unadulterated rage and hatred infused his being. It was the one - the one that had started all this grief, the one that had hit Buffy and stole her from him. He let out a roar as he charged the vehicle, ripping out of Buffy's restraining grasp.

The Death Angel hovered in a doorway watching with disinterest. She was there for one purpose, to take the driver and his companion's souls to Hell. It was their time. Their reign of misery was over, now it would be their turn to know what misery was.

Giles reached the car, ripped open the door and yanked the driver out.

"Giles!" Buffy screamed, blood tears streaming down her face. "Don't." She pleaded desperately.

He ignored her, all the rage hate pain he'd felt for so long, the demon residing in him, the memories of what he'd done, 'Oh God!! What he'd done! To the people he'd considered his family. All became this bastard's fault. HE hit Buffy. HE caused all this grief.

"Hey!! What the hell!! The driver yelled. "What the fuck!!! Get your hands off me! Louise, call the police!!"

Giles morphed flashing at Louise. "If you value your worthless life, don't."

Louise screamed at the monster who held her boss. She thrust open the car door, scrambled out and ran screaming down the street. She had one second to see the semi bearing down on her before her head was exploded against the grill like an over ripe melon.

The Death Angel swooped down and gathered up Louise's pocked and marred soul, bearing it screaming into hell.

Giles threw the driver across the street, trembling with rage and hate. The man landed hard against the pavement and scrambled away shaking in fear, sobbing in terror at the monster stalking towards him.

"Giles!" Buffy screamed again to no avail. He would have his revenge on the prick who started this all. Giles reached the man who was by now crawling away. Giles casually kicked him in the back of the head, sending the driver sprawling.

"You bastard!" Giles snarled. "You hit her! You saw, you kept on going. You're filth!!!"

"NO! No!" The man moaned. "It wasn't me! I swear!" He pitifully whined.

Giles viciously kicked him in his side, grinning when he heard a rib crack. "Lying prick!" The driver screamed in pain

"Who are you?" The driver screamed.

"Just call me...death"

"NO! Giles! You can't!" Buffy sobbed from the sidewalk, knowing she couldn't stop him.

Giles whirled to Buffy, his face momentarily softening at her anguish. "Shh luv. It'll be all right. I promise." He spun around to see the driver again trying to crawl away.

"Nu uh." Giles admonished him, picking him up by the back of his neck. "Where do you think you're off to? Hmm?"

The luckless driver started whimpering, his frantic eyes searching the empty street for a weapon. He latched onto a broken beer bottle, curling his fingers around the edge of broken glass. Before he could raise it, Giles stepped down on his hand, causing the glass to slice through his fingers. The man's screams echoed down the empty street as blood poured from his hand.

"Oh? Did I do that?" Giles heartlessly asked mockingly. "Does that hurt?" He asked the whimpering driver, who had curled himself into a fetal position around his injured hand. "Hmm. Let me introduce you to a pain therapy I know." With great deliberation, Giles stomped on the back of the man's knee with enough force to shatter the kneecap.

"Aaaggggghhhhhhh! My knee! My knee! You broke my knee!"

"Oh dear lord! I do believe I did. But, you've forgotten all about your hand haven't you?"

The man sobbed pitifully, the pain excruciating. "Why?" he moaned, wiping a bloody hand across his face.

Giles snarled. "You casually destroy a life and you can ask me why? You have balls you fucking prick." Giles lifted a considering brow and ripped off the drivers pants with vampire speed. Before the man could protest or scream, Giles had his balls in his hand and not quite gently, squeezed.

The driver's eyes bulged in his sockets. "Please! Please!" He begged in between panting sobs. "Tell me what you want."

"I want my life back." Giles said quietly, pain flickering in his eyes. "Before..." He refocused on the sniveling mess before him. "Why did you just drive off?" He questioned almost absently, gradually tightening his grip.

"I..I..I" The man began to babble as his body began to jerk and twitch as tears fell in a steady stream, the pressure was unbearable.

"Why?" Giles repeated, squeezing just a little bit more.

"Because!" The driver sobbed out. "I was late!" He finally screamed. "I had to get to the airport. She was dea..." The end of the word was lost in an agonized screech as his balls exploded from the pressure of Giles grip. The driver's eyes rolled up in his head as he fainted from the agony inflicted by Giles.

Buffy covered her mouth with her hand as she sobbed uncontrollably. "Giles." She whimpered, appalled at his behavior and even more appalled that a part of her was elated that the idiot driver was being punished. That he was feeling some of the grief that they were.

Giles looked up as he heard the 'beep-beep' of a garbage truck backing up in the alley. He looked down at the offal at his feet and then looked at a dumpster a few yards away. Without hesitation he grabbed the driver by the collar and dragged him to the dumpster. With a heave and a shove, he flipped the man into the dumpster and slammed down the lid.

The reverberating metallic clank roused the driver. His first impression was of excruciating pain; the second was of movement. Not being able to comprehend what was happening and why he was in the dark, he just lay there hurting. As the world began tilting he started to babble. "No... No... What?" He heard another metallic clank and he started sliding as the world turned upside down. The driver tumbled head over heels, screaming in terror and pain. He grunted and moaned as he landed gagging as a putrid smell bombarded him from all sides. Hearing gears shifting, he painfully turned his head. Lamplight flooded in as an opening was revealed. It took his befuddled senses too many precious moments to realize where he was. By the time he figured it out, the walls started closing in on him.

Giles watched the garbage truck empty the dumpster with satisfaction. Turning, he strode towards a distraught Buffy. As he reached her side, a blood-curdling scream erupted from the bowels of the truck. As the gears finished their rotation, the scream abruptly died.

The Death Angel returned to pocket his soul and take it deep into hell where he belonged. Buffy's was not the first life he had destroyed, he'd left a long trail of misery behind him wherever he'd gone. He'd never cared a whit for anyone but himself and his soul screamed at the Angel as she delivered him to the darkest, deepest murkiest depths of hell, that he didn't deserve this, he'd done nothing wrong. The Angel moved on unwavering in her quest.

Giles smiled as he licked his fingers clean of the driver's cold blood. After all, revenge was a dish best served cold. He led Buffy away into the gathering light of day.

Giles and Buffy sat side-by-side, faces turned to the east. Not touching, not talking, even beyond grief. Behind them were the freshly dug graves of their family. Giles had left a note and money for the markers. Their thoughts were silent, minds empty, but their souls. Their souls were screaming in agony.

After a time, Buffy stood and turned to look at the graves.

"Do you think they'd forgive us?" Buffy whispered as Giles came to stand behind her.

"They knew. knew it wasn't us Buffy," Giles said as the lump in his throat grew closer. The bodies buried in the grave had only hours ago been full of life ready to do whatever it took to do what they thought was the right thing. And it had cost them their lives.

"They made the ultimate sacrifice for us, Giles. Our best friends..."

Giles just lowered his head, knowing as he had since the day he'd left the hospital for the first time and finally accepting that he'd made the wrong decision. He knew deep down that if he'd just let her go in the first place he'd be the only one still contemplating death. He knew Buffy never would have accepted him killing himself just because she'd finally gone to where he'd known she was going since the beginning. He sighed a deep sigh, because of his selfish need for her; he could have risked her chance at heaven. He knew he'd be descending into hell. He'd caused too much pain to even consider he'd be with his beloved family in heaven. He thought these might just be his last moments with Buffy for all eternity.

What Giles didn't realize was that the demons that had maintained control of himself and Buffy had already descended into hell, the Death Angel had taken them with her. They had no place on the earthly plane anymore. Even before the Chosen ones had to decided to do what they were about to she'd known. All that was left was pure Giles and pure Buffy. They felt the absence of the demon, but both believed the emptiness inside was because of the horror they'd inflicted on their friends. He'd made a mistake, but he hadn't managed to lose his immortal soul. As for the Slayer, it was only when she made a conscious decision to embrace the darkness and let it destroy her soul that she was in danger of losing it. They would be together even after death, though neither of them believed they would be going to where those they loved the most were.

"I can only hope you can forgive us." He whispered quietly to the dirt in front of him hoping that somewhere their chosen family was watching over them, understanding that which he needed for them to understand.

He glanced up at the sky, and knew they didn't have much time.

"Buffy." his voice cracked.

She turned to look at him and her eyes widened as she saw how much pain he was carrying in his eyes. She knew he blamed himself for everything and if she was honest, a small part of her did too.