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One year later:

Mona the Slayer gave a scream of rage as she threw the
second vampires of her, breaking their hold. Out of her
sleeve she drew a stake and then it was dustmaster time.
One, two, three evil demons less to worry about.
She panted as she regained her balance and breathing and
grinned. One less master vampire to worry about, as well
as one city nearly cleaned out from the undead pest.
She looked around the crypt and sensed no vampires left
and then she left for her Watcher's. Took her about an
hour to get there and she watched the sunrise.
Sun's up, I'm safe! she thought as she entered the old
man's bookstore whistling. Calling the name of the man
who introduced her to her destiny and taught her how to
fight and defeat vampires.
He was not there.
Mona passed the shop area and entered the private living
room where he kept the books and the weapons and where
she was training. She slept in a small room under the
ceiling but she didn't mind. It was better than her old
home, a trailer park.
She stopped dead in her tracks as she saw her watcher
nailed to the wall, bleeding. And not quite dead. His
mouth tried to sound a warning, utter any sound, but
nothing came out of it.
She did not listen and went forward, tried to reach him.
In her mind the question who - what! - had done this to
her Watcher was born.
And then it was answered as she noticed a man behind the
old man's desk, reading some book with feigned interest
and a crooked smile. A dark haired man, young, with two
piercing hazel eyes.
"Hello there, Slayer," he said, taking the Initiative.
"Oh, don't mind the old bag of piss rotting on the wall.
I think he should scream a bit more, but then, if his
screams hand't been so annoying I wouldn't have slit his
vocal cords..."

"Who are you?" Mona shouted, stake at the ready, her
Slayer-sense maxed out. The old man had drilled her for
nearly two months to control that one and then she knew
she was dealing with a vampire there. Whoever he was,
it was day and he was trapped in here...
He just looked her up and down, judging her stance. And
then offered some comment about lacking abilities.
"Scrap that!" Mona yelled and hurled the stake at him,
quickly followed by two others. Her best attack trick.
And the same instant he simply plucked the stakes out
of the air. With one hand, without even letting go of
the book. He wore casual clothes and a leather jacket
over it, botos. Nothing fancy, however. And he was no
man but a boy, maybe twenty when turned.
Mona was stunned but then her anger took over and she
went for the window. The heavy curtains kept anyone from
looking in, but once open the sunlight would get in and
then he was bound to burn. Even if he was the strongest
vamp she ever came across and she had no chance to beat
him in a fair fight.
She heard him laugh - and then she stood in fright there
as he simply got up. No smoke, no scorching, no screams
and no hope for her to beat that vampire. She tried to
flee - and somehow he suddenly was right besides her.
One touch and she was frozen, unable to move.
She saw him vamp out into the most hideous creature she
had ever faced and she could see the terror in the old
man's face. Oh god, what is this? she thought. She had
failed, simply failed...she had no idea how.
But she had and she knew the same instant his fangs tore
into her jugular and he began to drain her, his hands
wandering around her like a lover's. She felt the tears
run down her cheeks as he carried her over to the desk
and set her up there, not draining her at once.
He ripped her clothes off and began to rape her while
taking ever more of her blood. She became weaker and
weaker and she wanted to scream, to scratch him, to do
anything. She could not. She just breathed and bled and
was fucked, heard him speak about what a sorry excuse
for a Slayer she was - and then she died.



Xander drained the Slayer and then he left her be,
stepped back to grin at the Watcher. "See, I told you
we would have some fun before you died," he said. "I
bet you want to know who I am, don't you? Ah, but that's
something you will never learn. Have a nice death, old
man!" Whistling he left the house, returning to his car.
Some other vamp clan wiped out, less competition for the
new vamps he left in the dead-end town.
Damn Slayer was no good lay, either. Maybe he should
turn the next one. But, puh-lease, that girl was a joke.
He wondered how long it would take until Riley Finn and
his commandos came looking for the killers. Not too long
obviously but a lot of mortals would die before then.
Time to do something about the Initiative, though. He'd
see how long they lasted with his Clan growing and
taking control of the world.
Now, where to go nexT?
Mybe drive back to L.A. and couldn't wait to see his
Buffy again and fuck her ass, bath in blood with his
queen. He was so hard as he remembered how she'd went
down on him in the pool and gave him a blowjob. Major
advantage of having no need for air anymore.
But then he decided he'd have some fun and went around,
leaving a dozen turned people at gas stations all along
the great lakes. He paid them no mind, they were mere
terror tools. Minions who would die fast and bloody.
It got dark before he reached chicago and left the car
for his wolf form. Xander looked for an hour before he
found a club and went dancing with a girl, two girls.
He made them invite him into their home, a rented dump
in some old building with no working elevator and a
big dark basement. He had some partytime with them
and their third roomie, a small redhead. Studied law
in her fourth year.
"How interesting," he said. "Say, kitten, you any good
with a whip?"

The redhead gaped at him. "Isn't that a bit forward?"

"Oh comeon," Xander chuckled. He made the second girl
strip and pose on the bed before him. "I'm in the mood
for some action. Whip her bloody and then lick her."

The redhead sucked in the air, about to give him a
disdained comeback but then her eyes glazed and she
followed the command. They used some pieve of wire
the liberated from somewhere in the kitchen and she
made it flip on the other girls back hard.
Xander kissed the other girl and then ripped open his
zipper, took out the cock and she began to suck him.
She was a good one, that girl.
He pulled out of her and let the redhead play with
her, then went for the blonde on the bed. She had some
red stripes on her skin which smelt enticing, no big
gig. He licked them away and fucked her in the ass,
carassed her round breasts. She had implants there.
And she was just another bimbo.
But they had attracted his attention. So after he had
spent a few hours with them doing him and each other
and breaking some bones in the process, he turned them
all and put them into the basement. Where noone was
likely to look. Time to leave some new goons to spread
terror even more.
Past midnight he went out again and his instincts led
him to a witch's falt, a brunette woman in her early
thirties. A bit like old Jenny Calender, he thought.
She certainly had the piercings under her shirt. And
she had seen him in her future, so she did not even try
to resist but spread her legs and waited on her bed.
He entered her roughly and let her be on top. The witch
was a screamer. And she liked biting. "Why didn't you
run?" he asked, after she had come first time.

"What for?" she asked in return, a little bit sad. "And
my boyfriend cheated on me with my best friend. That way
I can get revenge on them both." She laughed harder as
she tore on her left nipple, moaned. "It's gonna be fun,
isn't it?"

"For you, dear, always!" he promised as he drained her
and held her his slit wrist. Turned her. A real childe,
a future master. She would know what do do.
Xander was just getting of the bed when he saw a girl,
her teenage daughter, come into the room. She stared at
the blood and her naked mother. And at him and at his
features. "Come here, pet," Xander said and she came.
A bit scared, a bit fascinated. "Your mother has some
great adventure ahead. You want to join?" He didn't
wait for an answer but put her on his lap, ripped her
clothes away. "Comeon, little girl, let's play."
She looked at him and then she grinned. Oh, she was no
virgin! She moved and impaled herself on his cock. She
moaned and strode her hair back. She was so tight and
light, and so demanding. Didn't take her long until she
climaxed. She screamed, like mom. Xander bit her the
same moment, enjoyed the power of her aroused
witchblood flowing through his veins. So much blood.
And then he turned her, too. Bet she'll like it, he
mused. Family should always be kept close together. Or
killed first.
He moved them into a secure location and then he went to
collect food. Lots of humans he clubbed unconscious and
brought to the location.
Xander muttered a comment what one didn't for one's kids
and smiled as he watched them sleep, waited for them to
awaken.
For a short time he wondered why he did it - why he had
turned evil. It started with Buffy fucking him, probably
and making her happy was the most important thing. And
'cause she wanted to rule the world now, he'd hand her
the world on a silver platter.
He didn't mind there being fun. Sex, killing, more sex
and torture. And humiliating Riley Finn. Okay, he had
his own demon. Maybe if he thought against the demon
he could have swayed from the path, but why bother?
Everything was just peachy the way it was.
He rested and felt Buffy's mind merge with his. Oh, she
was a naughty one again. Screwing Faith and torturing
little Cordy. She got so off on it, and Cordelia started
to do so too. Really interesting to see her become the
total bitch she had been before.
Xander sighed into the dark room while outside the sun
kept crawling around. He had probably ten or twenty
people in here, enough for the witches to create their
own clan in due time. He would have to help them with
taking over a territory in the city, get some of the
accomplished residents to switch sides and kill a few
resilent masters. No deal, he did it all the time.
It was not even a real fight anymore until they were
several centuries old, he had killed two who were about
a thousand and that had been the first fights he had
been really challenged. He still got stronger any day
passing. The power was a real rush.
He saw the little girl wake up first, her demon face
shown and surprised. "I...oh my, you made me a vampire?"
She groaned. "Man, I had a date with the cutest boy in
all the world for today!"

"Cut it, baby," her mother said after she sat up and
licked her fangs. "Why did you turn her, Sire? I had
wanted to drain the annoying brat!"

"Oh mom, can't we let that rest?" the daughter smiled.
"At least until after dinner."

"Feel free to choose some," Xander said and watched
them feed. the captives were that far out of their
minds that they did not even resist. And then he
got to face two horny newborn vampiresses intent on
screwing their sire. The little cunt gave a mean
blowjob while he played with her mom's big breasts.
Mommy had the nicer ass, so he fucked her first and
grinned as he saw their rivalry.
They were inventive. And not above playing with each
other to entertain him. Or some captives they made
their minions - one always needed minions.
Over the hours the number of live humans in the place
reached zero and there was a dozen new vampries around.
Hungry, very hungry.
Xander took his pack out to hunt, the house above them
was full of meat. In the distance he felt his three
other bitches do havoc as well, they came at his call
and joined the pack. Submissive and eager to play. Five
master vampires, two of them witches, should be enough
to conquer the area - with the help of two older and
weaker guys who agreed to teach them as long as they
were not killed.
Xander stayed another day, organized for them to get a
proper lair and followed the party. He enabled them to
enter into several dozen buildings full of humans that
night, just in case. Told the fledgelings the basics
and saw older vampires join the new clan.
Some came in after he killed residing masters who came
to challenge him. Most ran away on first sight or
submitted, begging for mercy or to serve him. Some
were allowed to ran. Some others to serve. Most died.
As did some of their breed - he had not much use for
them and when they came to annoy him, which was oh so
easy, he just ripped them apart.
The orgy went on, endlessly.
In L.A. Buffy found the new Slayer - and killed her on
her second night out, drained her dry and then she
turned her Watcher and set him to hunt his old pals.
Quite the gesture for the fools who tried to take HER
city away.