RE: [buffywantswillow] FIC: Dark of Day (2/2)

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I can't believe how good this story is, need more, pre or post story, just
more.

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From: M.L. Tankesly [mailto:Shadowlander1@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx]
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Subject: [buffywantswillow] FIC: Dark of Day (2/2) 


Title: Dark of Day (2/2)
Author: Shadowlander
Email: Shadowlander1@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx - or - Tankesly@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters commonly associated with
Buffy the Vampire Slayer; they are used without permission. No
copyright infringement is intended.
Rating: PG-17
Pairing: S/W/B
Archive: The usual places; all others ask first.
Notes: This is for Kimber, who puts up with my constant ramblings -
some of which are even coherent - and is STILL willing to talk to me on
AIM. :) What are friends for if you can't torture them online? <lol>

DARK OF DAY (2/2)

Cutter had just settled the werewolf in for the morning. Attaching the
heavy chain, that served as her leash, to a large round hoop that had
been cemented into the floor, he gave the wolf a tender pat. His girl
had done him proud over the last few months, tracking their human prey
through the heart of Los Angeles, San Diego and finally San Francisco,
not to mention every small out of the way town in between. But his girl
had always kept the scent, ignoring the constant distractions during the
hunt, like the Enforcer's little collecting spree of Watchers. Why his
leader would waste her time capturing humans and dragging them all over
Southern California, when it would have been a lot more sensible to just
kill the useless bastards when they had first caught them, but who was
he to ask questions anyway? He was just the "wolf handler", the one the
Mistress herself trusted with taking care of her precious werewolf.
Sure he was the childe of the legendary Master Spike, the one, it was
whispered among the clans, that could ever replace the Mistress on the
throne of Sunnydale. Cutter knew he was expected to live up to his
sire's image, to be just as bloody, if not bloodier, then the great
Spike. This really didn't bother him, he loved the blood and screams
his victims made while he was tearing them to pieces. His mind going
back to the night he had been turned; he had to but close his eyes to
bring further the images of his twenty-four victims, they screams still
singing to his demon even to this day. But two images stood out in his
mind, they always stood out in his mind, mainly because they were the
only two he had left alive that night. They were left alive not because
he had missed them on his little killing spree at Lowell House, no he
had not over looked those two. He had wanted them to live; to tell the
"others", in their underground bunker, of his coming, that he would be
stalking the night now. Not as a protector of the innocent, but as a
predator who would rule the night.

He eagerly recalled the looks of horror and disgust on his "friends"
faces as he tortured his fellow Frat Brothers to death, while his sire
looked on proudly as he broke each of them one at a time. It had been
Drusilla who had told him to allow the last two to live, that they had
to carry the message to the "others" of his coming. Not many vampires
liked Dru, but Cutter did, she had helped him that night. Made him
understand things about himself and his place in the New Order the
Mistress was building. He knew that he would never be a Master vampire
like his sire, no Cutter was to always be a hunter. And he wasn't
talking about a hunter for the enforcer, no Cutter was to be a predator;
one who would walk the night guarding something Dru called "The Family",
he wasn't sure what this family was, but he knew that his Willow would
be there too helping him. At that thought, the large vampire turned his
attention to the massive werewolf curled up in the corner of the room
soundlessly sleeping.
He could tell it was almost time for the change, the sun had just begun
to rise in the early morning sky. Cutter never got tired of watching
his girl change forms, he could never figure out what form he liked
best; her beast form, that prowled the night with him; or her human
form, that stirred strange things in him. Granted she was a better
conversationalist when she was human, always entertaining him with her
constant chatter. But her beast form called to his demon, two mighty
hunters stalking the night, he didn't really mind it when the wolf
decided to chase after bears every now and then, foregoing a human
meal. Although he would never admit it, he had grown a fondness for
good bear blood after a long hunt. The bears always did put up more of
a fight then humans did and so what if he and Will got a little bloody,
they always won in the end and that was all that really mattered. He
and his girl were the true terrors of the night, everyone knew that, his
sire, the Mistress, even the Enforcer.

Especially, the Enforcer...he knew the real reason for the collars, it
was a subtle reminder of just who they belonged too. Not that he minded
any, as long as he remained the wolf's handler he didn't care. Even if
some of the lesser vampires wondered about him, it was no secret that
Cutter spent a lot of time with Drusilla, that he was "her" little boy.
He knew of the whispers among the clan, that Dru had twisted his mind a
bit; made him more animal then demon. What if she did? He was a better
hunter then half the clan put together, even the Mistress saw it,
approved of the time he and Willow spent with Drusilla. Hell neither of
them lived in the lair back in Sunnydale, they stayed with Dru, helping
to take care of her.

Pulling his wondering thoughts together, Cutter set quietly next to the
sleeping werewolf, as the change began. This part always fascinated
him, watching her change from a nine foot seven inch snarling werewolf
to a five foot four inch naked girl. Although for the unlife of him, he
could never figure out just how Willow's collar shifted with her while
all her clothes were torn to shreds. 'Must be magic,' he thought
absently remembering when the Enforcer had first placed the twin collars
on their necks. Dru had been there that day too, celebrating with his
sire and the Enforcer over some great kill or other. All that he could
remember was something about a little troll being run up the flagpole at
the High School, whatever all the fuse was about the Enforcer had been
exceptionally pleased with herself that night as she collared her two
favourites among the hunters.

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

Willow slowly opened her eyes with a tired yawn. Absently wondering
where she would be waking up this time. Turning her head slightly she
noticed the vampire crouched not far from her, his dark eyes calmly
regarding her in his quiet way. Unable to help herself Willow found
herself smiling, she liked Cutter, he wasn't like most vampires, all
"grrr" all the time. He reminded her a bit of Angel just a lot less
broody...before he lost his soul again. Shaking her head to clear it of
the unwanted memories, she concentrates on the here and now. Thinking
about the past only led to heartache, she knew that from personal
experience it also led to pain and punishment; especially if Buffy found
out about it. 'Not Buffy, she's the Enforcer now,' she told herself
firmly, a part of her forever grieving the loss of her best friend. But
grieving did her little good, especially if she had to face one of the
Enforcer's punishments for not behaving herself.

Punishment was something Willow tried very hard to avoid, never being
all that big a fan of pain. At least, when she was with Cutter and to
some extent Spike, she felt a bit safe. Well to a certain extent she
felt safe with Bu..the Enforcer, Willow served a purpose for the
Mistress, her owner, therefore she got to live. Sometimes she hated Oz
for biting her that night, the "Enforcer" had shown up in the Library to
capture the last of the Slayeretters after Kendra failed to come back.
Then she reminded herself that she would have been killed or turned by
her former best friend if he hadn't of passed on the werewolf curse to
her. By giving her the curse she became valuable, at least, to the
Mistress, who liked the idea of taming a werewolf to 'hunt' with her
elite killers. So Willow survived that night by becoming a glorified
slave; while others, like Xander and Giles made their escape while they
could. She never knew just how they had been missed during the
Enforcer's little sweep through the school, only that they had. She
never knew what happened to Xander, only that he seemed to disappear off
the face of the planet somehow. Giles had turned up again in town,
refusing to give up his duty and making a break for it. 'He had been a
Watcher until the end, or until Ethan had came back to town anyway,' her
mind correcting herself. Cutter had explained the reason for their
current hunt, for the first time since the curse, Willow was glad that
she could hunt him down like an animal.

"Did we get him?" she asked Cutter, cocking her head to one side, her
nudity forgotten for the moment. Her belly was full, no hunger pains
eating at her and the last time she remembered eating was about fourteen
hours ago. So either she killed somebody, or the wolf got to tear apart
Ethan. A small part of her absently wondered why she seemed so eager to
hear that it was Ethan Raynes she had murdered that night instead of
some other innocent human being.

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

"Oh you did baby." Another voice replied cheerfully from the open door,
the Enforcer and Spike standing just inside of the room, their hungry
eyes boring into the naked girl and the quiet vampire on the other side
of the room. The vampire known as the "Enforcer" had an evil little
smile on her face as she noted with pleasure that Cutter had kept Willow
confined in her leash. After all it was "her" place to decide when and
where Willow would go without her leash while she was human and at times
while she was all wolfy. 'She's beautiful,' her demon said with
pleasure hearing the girl's heart rate speed up as the vampire continued
to stare at her. 'She would have been even more so as a vampire,' she
added longingly, still cursing Oz for biting her. The damn mortal had
bitten her, passing the werewolf curse onto her. Her demon still fumed,
'she was mine! The only one that would have been allowed to
crossover.' All the other "slayerettes" were to die, aside from
Cordelia, who Angelus had all ready claimed for him self, and Amy who
her beloved childe wanted. But the others were to die, a gift to her
sire to celebrate the death of the Slayer Kendra, such a pathetic Chosen
One, she didn't last very long against Spike.

The Enforcer's displeasure was made known that night, once Drusilla had
confirmed that Willow was now cursed. She had gone on a killing spree
with Angelus and Spike painting a two-block radius in blood. They had
slaughtered everyone they had come across that night not bothering to
feed, just kill and destroy. It had done wonders for her, clearing her
mind and allowing her to think things through. That is when she came to
the conclusion that she would still have Willow one way or another. The
young werewolf would learn to serve them, her masters, now...there was
no other way around it, she would not give up her Willow and she would
never be allowed to leave her side. Her sire had warmed to the idea of
taming the werewolf, bending and shaping her until Willow had no choice
but to except the collar they had placed around her neck. Oh sure
Willow was still hampered by a bothersome soul, her humanity getting in
the way of truly excepting the beast within her. But the Enforcer knew
that one day her Wills would no longer be bothered by her unwanted
humanity. Everyday the wolf inside of her was getting strong, breaking
free of the chains Willow's moral soul had placed on it. Drusilla had
been seeing to that personally, she would have to think of a way to
repay the reclusive vampire. Soon Willow would be the merciless killer
that the wolf was; and then the Enforcer could turn her attention toward
making the werewolf immortal. With all the trouble she was going to,
she wasn't about to let Willow leave her side through death. No Willow
and Cutter, both, will be at her side forever as they expanded the
clan's influence throughout the world.

Until then, Willow would have to be carefully watched, the Enforcer knew
how quick minded the redhead was. It was one of the things that had
drawn the mortal Slayer and vampire to the hacker. That and she was
incredible in bed, it was one of the few things her demon agreed with
her mortal self about. For a human, her mortal self had great taste in
lovers, momentarily recalling all the times Angelus had shared her bed,
both with and without a soul. Pushing aside thoughts of Angelus, she
was with Spike now, that is what mattered at the moment. The two had
recently discovered that they both had desires to claim the werewolf for
themselves, instead of being allowed to fight it out to see who would
get her. The Mistress had intervened reminding both of them that Willow
was hers and it would be her decision on who got to claim the werewolf.
When the Mistress decided to mate the wolf to her handler Cutter, both
vampire's had been up in arms until they remembered a few things.

First, Spike was Cutter's sire, rights of the sire give him access to
the wolf automatically. And second, Cutter was one of the Enforcer's
elite chosen, sworn to serve her without question. That gave her the
right to have Willow whenever she wanted. Besides the wolf handler was a
rather fine specimen of vampire himself, the Enforcer didn't mind
playing with him either. She had found out rather fast after coming to
that revelation that while the two were
magnificent during the hunt, they were beyond belief in bed.

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

Spike watched the two across the room with hooded eyes, his childe and
the werewolf, what a pairing they both made. And they were his, oh sure
he had to except the Enforcer's claim on them both as well, but strange
things happened in the heat of the hunt. Never knew when a stray stake
may come your way. But none of that mattered right now, Spike still
needed to cement his place within the clan and Dru was still working
with Cutter and Red. Already the master vampire could see the changes
in his childe, the boy was becoming a little more feral - his repeated
exposure to Dru and his bond with the wolf working wonders. And then
there was Red, his little witchy-wolf. The human and wolf were becoming
one, soon there would be no difference in the two, then he would make
his move once all of his men were in place. With Cutter and Red as his
personal killers nothing in heaven or hell would be able to touch him.
If he was feeling generous he may let the Enforcer live, serve under his
rule, but only after Dru worked her magic on the blonde vampire, she was
a bit too loyal to her sire for his tastes. 'May have to rethink things
a bit,' he told himself, 'she is good in bed.' His demon allowed before
pushing aside his thoughts of conquest right now he had other things to
do. His cock stirring as he continued to watch the naked human and
quite vampire who had yet to make any move once the Enforcer had
announced her and Spike's presence in the room. They had both learned
early not to make any moves without their masters' consent first. 'Of
course, it had been fun teaching both of them that little lesson to
begin with,' Spike said to himself before moving further into the room.
It was time to play he decided with an evil little grin. 'See how loud
baby boy can scream.' His demon added as the Enforcer joined him, her
arousal just as thick in the air as his own.


The End
Okay, I will write an interlude for this before actually starting the
next story line in the series. So hold off on actually having me tarred
and feathered for making you wait, okay? I all ready had to write one
sex/love story today for another story what more do you guys want? {No
comments from Rod, Midnight Girl, or Kimber - I all ready know what they
want from me, and I STILL refuse to give up eating and sleeping to work
full time on writing. big grin }
On that note, I'm out of here.
Shadow




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