FF: Soul Light Borrowing

["Clarke, Carol (MHMR/Hazelwood)" <carol.clarke@xxxxxx>]

Title: Soul Light Borrowing
Chapter One: Pet
Disclaimer: Buffy is the property of Joss Weldon and Mutant Enemy. I am
just borrowing some of its characters because I have sick twisted mind.
Summary:  Elizabeth, once known as Buffy, has become a pet.
Pairing: B/W
Rating: NC-17
Thanks: Cheryl Hill who I miss desperately. 
Warning: I have no beta reader so there are lots of mistakes.  In
general smut, strangeness & lesbians all in a story. 
Wanted: Beta reader!

Chapter One: Pet

Elizabeth was cold. She pulled the thin cloth blanket around her as best
should could. It was a special gift from her mistress. Something she had
earned for being a good pet. She was very thankful to have the special
gift. Castles were cold and drafty not to mention the cold stone floor
she was laying on. The blanket was too small to lie on top of, she was
warmer just wrapping the small blanket around her body as best she could
and trying to stay warm. She remembered the years she lay completely
naked on the cold stone floor with nothing. No the small blanket was a
very special gift and she was very grateful to have the thin blue cloth
blanket with its star and sun pattern. 

She vaguely had memories of a time when she sleep in a bed, wore cloths,
fought demons, had friends, family, she even remembered the name they
called her then, Buffy Summers, but she was not Buffy Summers any more.
Mostly she was called pet, but when her mistress gave her a name it was
Elizabeth. Hundreds of years had past since she had been Buffy Summers,
a complete other life. It was best not to remember that life. It didn't
matter any more, she was Elizabeth.

She tried to get comfortable but it was just to cold, it was snowing
outside. And she was sore in so many places, she didn't even want to
thing about her bruised bottom, breasts or back. Or the sore spot
between her legs, the place her mistress loved best. The cold made her
body ache and she had not been aloud to cum for several days and her
clit throbbed with need of release. She was old, ancient in so many
ways, she was also immortal. How or way she didn't know or understand
she just was, had been since she had been pulled out of heaven. So was
her mistress, but she was immortal for another reason. Hers was a
fragile immortality. A simple stake through the heart, sunlight or
beheading would kill her mistress. Once she hunted her mistress kind.
She knew all the ways her mistress could die and it worried her. Life
without her mistress would be unbearable, and there was a chance she
might lose the single soul they shared.

Elizabeth tried to turn over to get more comfortable but the chains on
her ankles got twisted making her more uncomfortable. She turned back
over and tried to untwist her tight chains before wrapping back up in
her blanket. She hated the castle. Many years ago they had lived in
modern places with central heating, computer controlled environments.
They were warm and had carpets to sleep on. Her mistress still loved
computers and machines, everything modern and new. But the castle had
something a modern place didn't have, magic. The castle was a conduit
for strong magic. And her mistress was very into magic. They had been at
the castle almost two decades while her mistress worked. 

Her mistress never shared anything about her work with Elizabeth. She
knew Willow studied the ancient books in the library and was stirring a
special spell which needed many expectance and unique ingredients. There
was a time when Willow would put cloths on Elizabeth and send her on
missions to steal money or items she could not get any other way but it
had been a long time since her mistress had trusted her to complete a
mission. On her last mission she had got distracted, worse she had run
into Angel and Spike and they had tried to take her away from her
mistress. Willow had been so angry when she stole her back from the two
souled vampires. Her body was still healing scars from the beating her
mistress had given her once she had her safely back. It was one of the
worse beatings Willow had given her; if she wasn't immortal it would
have killed her, as it was it took years to get her strength back after
the beating. Now all she had was a few scars on her back and legs from
the beating. And even they would fade in time. Her body healed all
damage done to it in time. Returned her to the twenty one year body she
had when she died the second time. The body she died and went to heaven
with. She was glad she had no memories of heaven. They had been painful
and her mistress had used magic to rid her of them. Sometimes she was
afraid her mistress would rid her of all her memories. While she was no
longer Buffy Summers, she still liked her memories of being Buffy. Or
her mother, Dawn, Xander and Giles. The memories of Willow before she
died and became a vampire. While many of those memories were painful she
still liked having them.

Even with the cold sleep finally came to her. As always so did her
dreams. She had long given up understanding her dreams. When she woke
she was shivering and stiff. The room was so cold she could see her
breath. The stone floor seemed to freeze to her skin and make her bones
ache. Wrapping the blanket tight she sat up keeping her chains straight
but getting as much of her body off the floor as she could. She needed
to go to the bathroom but she would have to wait for her mistress to
come and unchain her. Hopeful Willow wasn't too lost in her reading and
would remember to get her. There were times Willow completely forgot
about her and wouldn't come to care for her until late in the day.

It was still early, only a little after dawn. The sun still woke her.
She always knew when sunrise or sunset came; it was part of her internal
clock. Part of her past from when she was a slayer. She waited patiently
letting herself slip into a yoga potion and her mind cleared. She didn't
have to wait long; Willow opened her cell and came in to unchain her.

Willow kissed her lips tenderly and said, "Still meditating?" Elizabeth
smiled and shock her head yes. She knew better than to speak without
permission.

"At least this castle has a modern bathroom, go pee, and clean yourself,
the hot water may warm you up. This room can't be warm, I know I don't
feel cold anymore and you still do, I should give you a better place to
sleep but it's the only room with chains in place." Willow said in
explanation. Elizabeth smiled again, nodded her head and left the room.
Her mistress did not like repeating herself or any delays when she gave
orders.

The bathroom really wasn't that modern, not much different then the ones
of her youth, a basic toilet and shower. Still a toilet and hot water
could seem like true pleasures. She remembered the time when they were
on the run in Eastern Europe and spent weeks living in the thick forest.
It had been cold then too, snowing consistently and there was little
shelter. Finding shelter from the daylight had been a challenge, moving
only at night. Her mistress had feed on small animals she could catch
for her. Even though she was no longer a slayer she still had the skills
of a slayer. When they finally made it into a village her mistress
feasted on the villagers, Willow had come so close to draining several
of them completely dry but her soul splinter keep her from killing even
in great need, still she would drink from humans when she needed food.

When they had come to the castle Willow had brought a generator and
several freezers full of clone blood with her. Willow said clone blood
was tasteless but it kept her feed. Still Elizabeth knew they were
running low on it. Soon her mistress would need to either find a way to
order more blood or she would need to hunt in the near by towns. Either
choice was dangerous. They would bring attention to them. Besides Angel
and Spike, the counsel or what had become the new counsel was hunting
for them. Even a few odd demon hunters wanting rewards hunted for them.
And now since there were many slayers and not just one, the danger was
so much greater.

The warm water made her feel better and once she finished she dried her
body carefully, the water would turn her back to being cold if she
didn't get dry fast. She wished she had a blow dryer for her hair but
the castle had little electricity. The generator Willow had set up ran
the blood freezers, a small refrigerator, the hot water heater and a few
computers Willow used. All light in the castle was by torch. Fires were
keep going in the rooms they used the most but little modern was used
inside the castle. It took away from the magic her mistress had once
explained to her.

Elizabeth hung the towel up to dry and began the long walk up the cold
hallways to the inner rooms where the library was. She found her
mistress flipping through an old text and making notes on her latest
model laptop computer. Elizabeth kissed her mistress then went into the
area were food was kept for her. She heated up some water with a sterno
can they used as a kind of stove and make herself some instead oatmeal.
She poured a glass of juice from the small refrigerator Willow kept for
her food needs and then sat on the floor to eat. Furniture of any kind
was forbidden to her. Pets did not need furniture. The stone floor was
cold but not as cold as her cell. The room had a nice fire going and she
was setting near the open fire. After she ate she cleaned up her dishes
and went to split more wood for the fires. She still felt odd being
outside nude in the snow but by now she was use to being without cloths.
She spend several hours splitting  wood and bringing it inside the
castle, then feeding wood into the few fires they kept going inside the
castle. It was her job to see to the fires and torches. Any work
requiring labor Elizabeth did. Once she was done she went to check on
her mistress.

"Get my belt" was all her mistress said.

Elizabeth brought her the leather belt and waited. Willow marked her
place in the book and moved to her special chair in the middle of the
inner room she almost never left. This chair she used for only one
purpose. Willow sat down holding the belt and waited for Elizabeth to
lay across her lap. Once Elizabeth was in the correct position and
safely across her lap she brought the belt down hard across Elizabeth's
ass checks.

"One, thank you mistress." Elizabeth said after the first strike.

By the time she said "Ten, thank you mistress." Elizabeth had tears in
her eyes. Her mistress was very good at making it hurt. And since it
happened every day she never completely healed she was always bruised. 

When she said "Fifteen, thank you mistress" her clit throbbed with need
and every strike seem to make her pussy come to life and let her know
how much she loved her mistress. She was so very wet between her legs. 

When she said "Twenty, thank you mistress" she was openly crying and
knew her mistress would feel her wetness on her lap. Sometimes her
mistress whipped her as many as fifty time but today she dropped the
belt at twenty and pushed Elizabeth to the floor. Elizabeth continued to
cry and her legs were shaky. She would not look at her mistress; she was
always embarrassed after her daily spanking. 

Willow reached down and took her head by the bottom of her chin and
making her look into her eyes. Still green and beautiful after all these
years. "It's not much of a punishment as wet as you get, spread her legs
let me see how wet you are?" Her mistress said. 

Elizabeth turned her body to face her mistress and spread her legs wide
apart so her mistress could see her wet swollen pussy. Willow reached
over and ran a hand between her legs scooping up some of the wetness and
tasting her. "You still taste so sweet. How long since I let you cum?"
her mistress asked.

"Two and a half days." Elizabeth answered knowing she was blushing.

"You have gone longer. I will decide later if you will be allowed any
pleasure, now make me cum." Her mistress said. With a wave of her had
her leather pants and silk shirt disappeared from her body and she was
naked in front of Elizabeth still in her special chair. Willow spread
her legs apart letting Elizabeth see her mistress's own wetness and
need. Elizabeth knew what to do. She kissed her mistresses lips, letting
her mistress slip her tongue into her mouth and explore it. They kissed
for a long time, the soul splinter Willow carried gave her the need for
tenderness at times and Elizabeth was always happy to fill this need.
When Willow broke the kiss, Elizabeth kissed down her jaw and to her
neck, she carefully gave her pulse point attention knowing how her
mistress liked her to kiss that spot, then she moved to her breasts. She
licked and sucked her breast taking her breast one by one into her mouth
before slipping her finger down to stroke Willow's wetness. She careful
spread her mistress's lower lips and let her wet fingers stroke gently
at her clit while her mouth feasted at her breast. Her mistress moaned
deeply and stroked her back as she worked.

Elizabeth kissed a path down her mistress's body, pushing her tongue
into her belly button and enjoying the feel of her flat strong stomach
muscles. She kissed both of Willow's thighs letting her fingers slip
inside her mistress and work in and out of her slowly. When she brought
her tongue into her mistress's wet folds her mistress was almost humming
out a steady moan. When her tongue was flicking softly on her clit her
fingers began to work faster inside her mistress. She knew her
mistress's body well, how much pressure she liked, the tongue movements
her mistress liked best, the speed and number of fingers her mistress
preferred. Almost two hundred years had past and they had been doing
this for most of them.

When her mistress came she came loud and hard, her fangs pushed into
Elizabeth's shoulder were she tasted her pet. Her mistress never took
much blood from her but always needed it when she came. Elizabeth was
roughly shoved several feet away so her mistress would only taste her
and not take much blood. Elizabeth felt the two new wounds on her
shoulder begin to drip blood and got off the floor and went into the
area were they kept her food and supplies. She bandaged the open wounds
so the bleeding would not distract her mistress. She carefully cleaned
away any of her blood. When she finished cleaning up her mistress had
returned to her book and her work.

Elizabeth went back to doing her chores around the castle. When she
finished she removed the band aids because the marks were completely
healed. She heal very quickly now. As she aged her body healed more
rapidly. She went to the bathroom and cleaned herself again; her
mistress always liked her clean and fresh. Since becoming a vampire her
sense of smell was very strong and Elizabeth was always to stay clean
for her mistress. 

She lit a few torches since night was coming and returned to the
library, the inner room her mistress used. She smiled at her mistress as
she passed her. She was still reading. Elizabeth began to make herself
some dinner. They had many freeze dried foods that only needed water and
heating on there sterno stove. Elizabeth poured herself more juice and
took her meal and set in front of the fire. She ate silently but smiled
to herself she could feel her mistress's eyes on her even without
looking. 

After she ate and added more wood to the fire. She was just about to
return to her place in the floor in front of the fire when Willow called
her over. She walked to her mistress carefully, not fast and not slow,
her mistress expected perfect behavior from her.

"I need a distraction; I have been reading for days. Go make sure the
fire near my bed in well tended and wait for me." Willow said. 

Elizabeth went into the small room near the library her mistress kept a
bed in. Willow seldom slept, she spent most of her time working in the
library or doing magic in a clearing inside of the castle walls in an
ancient stone circle. Elizabeth tended the fire, lit the two torches in
the room and pulled the covers back on the bed and then stood near the
fire waiting. She knew better than to sit and wait for her mistress.
Time moved slowly and Elizabeth felt the sun go down. 

Willow entered the room and using magic removed her cloths. With another
wave of her hand and turning her green eyes black she placed a large
dildo on her body with her magic. Willow used magic for most things she
could do by hand. With her eyes still black she pointed at the bed.
Elizabeth climbed on it getting on her knees in the center. When
Willow's eyes stayed black there was only one thing her mistress wanted
from her. This time there would be no kissing or tenderness. This time
the dark magic and her inner vampire wanted to use her pet.

Elizabeth felt her mistress climb on the bed behind her, felt her rough
hands on her body shifting it around until she was exactly as her
mistress wanted her. Felt her rough touch as her ass checked still
bruised but healing fast being pushed apart. Felt the head of the large
phallus at her asshole. She tried to relax her body, to ready herself
but no matter what she did it would still hurt.

When the dildo pushed inside her past the ring of muscles guarding her
back door she gritted her teeth and tried to remain silent. With her
mistress's eye black Willow didn't want to hear her cry out, she didn't
want any sound. She would be beaten, whipped or worse if she made a
single sound. Her mistress was unforgiving when the blackness over took
her.

Her mistress wasn't gentle, didn't give her time to adjust. Didn't even
try to stretch her tender whole or to feel any pleasure. She just fucked
her. It was so hard not to cry out, to not make a sound. It hurt so bad
as she was ass fucked hard deep and fast. She bit her lip as she was
torn and a little blood making her whole a little wet. Still it went
right to her ever throbbing clit; her pussy was always hunger for
release. Always in need and she felt her body even in great pain betray
her and her labia and clitoris swell with the painful need of its own. 

She heard her mistress laugh as she ran her fingers inside her wet cunt
before tasting her wetness. She blushed at her own need. This only made
her mistress move in and out of her harder, faster. Her mistress was
breathing fast and since she was dead and it was only in sexual
excitement that she breathed at all, Elizabeth knew her mistress was
enjoying her body. Even though her body was strong, stronger than a
human her legs started to shake as her inhuman mistress seemed to grow
more and more excited and worked faster and harder at her task. 

Willow was moaning deep and long, magic sparked off her body sending
small shocks down Elizabeth's spine. Elizabeth knew there would be green
waves of magic coming from Willow body as she fucked her. She heard
Willow speaking in Latin, casting sexual magic as she fucked Elizabeth.
Sexual magic was always strong between them. Elizabeth almost came when
a blast of magic flashed through her body; she let out a small sound but
managed not to scream as the magic racked her body. The magic built
inside her body, as the pain in her increase and her cunt vibrated in
need. Without over a hundred years of practice she would have been
unable not to come. And once she came her body would continue to come
until she pasted out. The magic was so very strong.

Finally Willow completed her spell and with a sharp high scream came
sending an amazing amount of magic power through Elizabeth. It took all
her will to not come and absorb the magic. When Willow pulled out of her
she clasped to the bed with Willow on top of her. Both breathing hard
and shaking. Elizabeth squeezed her legs together to try and relieve the
sexual tension still in her body; the need for sexual release was
actually painful. Almost as painful as the hard deep ass fucking Willow
had just given her.

Elizabeth lost track of time as Willow finally stopped breathing and
shaking. Willow kissed her back but didn't move off of her. Elizabeth
was still breathing hard and keeping her legs tight together hoping the
pain between her legs, the need for release would pass.

Willow turned her head and kissed her lips gently this time her eyes
still black and magic still glowing on her skin in green sparks. Willow
lifted her body up and let Elizabeth roll over on her back then lowered
herself onto Elizabeth. Willow continued to softly kiss Elizabeth
letting her hands roam over Elizabeth's breast that were pushed against
her own. After letting her kisses grow deeper, longer she pushed
Elizabeth's legs open and slipped her hand into her wetness. Willow
stroked inside her pussy still kissing her. Sometimes she would tease
her like this for hours never allowing her to come. It was another form
of torture, one worse than her whips and leather straps she often used
on her skin.

Willow had three fingers working fast in and out of her and was using
her thumb to torture her clit while still kissing her lips. Elizabeth
lost complete track of time, only her need, the throb of her cunt filled
her mind. She often thought she would go mad as her mistress tortured
her this way.

Willow pushed in a forth finger and leaned back pushing her legs even
farther apart. When her whole hand entered Elizabeth she knew she would
lose her sanity. Elizabeth watched her mistress's black eyes as her
whole fist worked inside her wet cunt. Oh it hurt too but she wanted
nothing more than to com around that pain, around her mistress's hand
and wrist pumping inside her body.

"Come for me Elizabeth" her mistress whispered as her black eyes changed
to green. It was all Elizabeth needed. Her body let go, she came hard
sucking her mistress arm inside her and her body reacted in great
pleasure. Once the door was open her body didn't stop, she had no idea
how long or how many times she came. When she came back to herself
Willow was still working two gentle fingers slowing in and out of her
hungry pussy. Elizabeth knew she was crying but the look and smile on
her mistress's face made her feel happy. Her green eye's glowed with
such brightness as she looked into her own hazel eyes. Willow continued
to gently finger her cunt slowing her movements and letting Elizabeth
gain control of her own body.

Willow finally stopped and pulled free of her before wiping her wet arm
off on the sheets. She was still smiling at Elizabeth when she said "You
had a lot of build up magic inside, I absorb even more magic from you by
letting you come. Don't think I let you feel pleasure for the wrong
reasons; I just wanted that built up magic. Still you did cry out in the
end. You know better then to make noise when I am using you for magic.
When you are strong enough to get out of bed bring me the whip, I will
be in the library waiting."

With a wave of her hand her eyes returned to black and her body was
completely dressed in her leather pants and silk shirt she preferred.
Elizabeth just stayed in the bed letting her breathing return to normal.

Once she was breathing normally and her legs were no longer shaking she
got out of bed and went to her mistress's toy chest. It was filled with
sex toys, dildos, crop whips, leather whips of all shapes and types, and
nipple and clit clamps. Without being told Elizabeth knew just which
whip her mistress wanted. The classic bull whip which Willow had become
an expert in using. She carried the whip with her first to the bathroom
to clean herself up. Surprised she was so calm. With Willow's eyes black
it almost always met she was to be cut not bruised. Next she went into
the library and tended the fire. She got herself a drink of water and
took some pain killers. At least Willow allowed her to use the drugs in
advance when it was going to really be painful. She was still in pain as
it was, her ass hurt like hell and her pussy had been pushed to the
extreme taking the fisting on top of the already hard sex.

Once done with her chores she let herself feel for the sunrise, it was
still several hours away. With this done she walked calmly over to her
mistress. Willow was back to reading and taking notes. Elizabeth did not
disturb her mistress she just stood beside her and waited. Willow worked
for about a half an hour before marking her place in the ancient text
and saving her notes on the computer. She took the whip and pointed at
her special chair in the middle of the room. 

Elizabeth walked over to it and grabbed the back of the heavy wooden
chair. Sometime Willow used magic to hang chains from the ceiling but
most of the time she expected Elizabeth to simply hold onto the chair.
Elizabeth got a good hold on the chair first pulling her hair off her
back. Then she waited.
She heard the snap of the whip before she felt its sting. The first five
strikes just bruised deep across her back. It was to give her hope she
might only be bruised. Elizabeth knew better. Knew what her mistress
black eyes meant. On the sixth strike a deep cut was placed into her
back. The next five strikes all cut deep and she couldn't help crying
out. Tears rained down her checks as the whip cut one more time into her
skin. If she had been just human, and not an exslayer she would never
had been able to hold herself up and hold the chair. Most humans would
have past out in pain. She was not a human. She may never have been a
human. She remembered thinking of herself as human. Even when she was a
slayer she still claimed her humanity. But that was long before she had
become immortal. Long before she had died. Now she was a pet. Her
mistress pet. Not human, not a slayer, not anything words could explain,
she was just her mistress's pet.

Using magic Willow placed bandages over her cut back. She gave her juice
to drink while she held onto a table to keep from falling. The pain was
so great and she still was crying. Just keeping on her feet was all she
could do. Willow walked her back to her cell and chained her down by
both of her ankles. Willow covered her naked body with her thin blanket
before locking her in the cold room.

Even with the strong pain killers she had taken she still cried and
shock. Her body wouldn't relax. She lay on the floor and tried to fall
asleep but sleep wouldn't come. She heard Willow outside chanting Latin
or some other dead language. She pulled herself up wrapping the blanket
around her body as she used what little slack the chains had to reach
the small open window of the castle in her cell. It was more a slit
opening then anything window shaped but it gave her a view of the stone
circle. She knew the slit opening was once used to fire arrows out of
when the castle was attacked. She actually knew many historical facts.
She had once read endless ancient text to kill demons. But that was
another time, another life.

She worried a little, it was close to dawn and it was dangerous for her
mistress to be out doing magic so near sunrise. Willow sometimes got
lost in her magic and would lose track of time. Still Elizabeth knew
better than to distract her mistress when she was doing magic. It was
why she was punished so severally for making noise when her mistress did
sexual magic. She watched Willow complete her spell and pour liquid from
a magic bowl in a circle inside the stone circle. Minutes before the sun
would start to rise she saw Willow run for the inside of the castle. She
watched her mistress until she was out of her point of view. Then she
returned her gaze to the stone circle to see if she could see any magic
still at work inside the circle.

As the sun rose she still saw nothing from the circle and was about to
lay down when she hear the soft sound of a vehicle approaching. People
no longer drove cars in the classic sense, the used vehicles that could
both roll on roads with wheels and fly in the sky. They were very quiet
and ran on hydrogen. They had to be very close before you heard them
approach. 

She closed her eyes and used her connection with her mistress through
there shared soul to call her mistress. To warn her of the vehicles
approach. When she opened her eyes blue magic flashed and her chains
unlocked and the door to the cell flew open.  

Pushing her pain to the side, even the last remnants of the pain killers
away; she let adrenalin fill her body as she took off running at full
speed. She hit the weapons room at full speed and quickly had a laser
gun, a sword and a two stakes. She had a small belt she was allowed to
carry weapons with snapped in place around her waist and then she was
moving at full speed.

She was outside the castle and well hidden behind a tree before the
vehicle rolled inside the castle walls.
She watched as four humans got out of the car, three woman one man. She
knew two were slayers, both young maybe sixteen or seventeen at most.
The man was in her early thirties and dressed in black, a priest
Elizabeth thought. Maybe a watch but her money was on priest. The adult
woman was leading the group, she was pretty, and worse Elizabeth knew
her scent well. A Summer's descendant. While her looks were nothing like
her own, she was in her late twenties, dark hair almost black, her scent
was still that of a Summers. While she never had children, Dawn had
several. While Dawn had not been her real sister, she genetically
carried Elizabeth's DNA, passing on that DNA to her children, and their
children and so on.

Even after all this time she still recognized that scent. She closed her
eyes and contacted Willow for instructions. She hated killing slayers,
she really hated killing relatives but she would do as her mistress
ordered. To her relief, Willow said to find out what they wanted.

Silently she moved close to them until her laser pistol was pressed
against the woman in charge's neck, Dawn great something grandchild.

"Can I help you?" Elizabeth asked pushing the laser into the woman's
neck.

"It's all right, no sudden movements; we came unarmed for a reason." The
woman said to her party. This seemed to calm both slayers down. Both had
been seconds away from a stupid movement ending their lives. Elizabeth
was nothing if not a very effluent killer. 

"Slayers first, priest guy next and you and I will go in last" Elizabeth
stated.

"Do as she says." The women ordered. As Elizabeth had ordered them into
the castle, Elizabeth led them in by giving them directions from the
back of the party, not to the library but to what once had been the
thrown room. It was in a part of the castle they didn't use but had
prepared with hidden weapons and magic spells in case anyone attacked
them.

As they walked in the ancient thrown room torches magically lit lighting
the whole room. Elizabeth thought it was a nice touch on Willow's part
and would remind them they were dealing with a very powerful sorceress.
Willow had long ago moved beyond the title of mere witch to being one of
the most powerful sorceresses in the world.

"Sit down on the floor in front of the thrown." Elizabeth ordered. The
slayers were slow to obey but the woman and man both sat down pulling
the two teens down with them.

Using her magic Willow appeared on the thrown just as everyone was
seated.

"A descendent of Dawn Summers. Dawn was such a brat, but Joyce was a
wonderful woman, I hope you have more of Joyce about you then Dawn."
Willow said trying to surprise the party sitting on the cold stone floor
in front of the stone thrown Willow sat upon.

"How did you know?" The woman asked.

"My pet knows the scent of a Summer's descendent. She is never wrong."
Willow said smiling and letting a little fang show. She was very good at
putting on a show.  

"Yes your pet, Buffy." The woman said.

"She isn't called Buffy, her name is Elizabeth. Please if you must refer
to her remember that." Willow said in a bored tone but it was a point
that always made her very angry.

"Elizabeth yes, sorry. Does Elizabeth have to be naked; can't you have
her put something on?" The woman asked.

"My pet has no need for cloths, besides it pleases me to see her lovely
body. It is a very lovely body you must agree?" Willow said baiting
them. 

"Just like all her pictures she is beautiful." This time the man spoke.

"So are you a priest or a watch?" Willow asked standing up and walking
over to the party sitting on the floor. "Since they stopped making
priests were collars it's so hard to tell these days." Willow added
before taking the man's face in her hands and looking deep in his eyes.
Willow's eyes were still green, so the party was mostly safe. 

"Both, not a catholic priest I am afraid, a Lutheran, reverend not a
priest but very close." The man said not reacting to Willow's touch.

"Still you brought slayers, teens but fucking slayers. Why come at all.
Elizabeth kills even the best of slayers in her sleep. Teenagers would
be child's play to her." Willow said moving back to the thrown and
setting down.

"We came without weapons; the girls are under our care. We came only to
talk." The woman said. 

"So talk, start with your names." Willow said smiling again with just a
touch of fang flashing them.

"My name is Catherine Davenport; this is my husband Thomas Davenport.
The girls are Kara and Mary. We found a prophecy recently in Tibet while
away studying. We hoped you might take a look at it?" Catherine stated
opening her jacket and pulling out an ivory carved tube. One obviously
to hold a scroll. 

"Pet" Willow said. Elizabeth walked over and took the tube. Elizabeth
studied it carefully letting her mind check for magic on the tube before
she opened it. Checking again for magic traps she touched the ancient
paper. Slowly she pulled it out and examined it. She had become very
good at feeling magic, she could feel most magic traps.

"The paper is old, the ink may have been, no is blood, human blood. No
magic traps I can feel mistress." Elizabeth stated.  

"What the fuck is wrong with her back" one of the slayers whispered to
the other now that they had a clear look at Elizabeth's bandaged back.

Willow moving with vampire speed was right in front of the two girls
kneeling down to be at face level with them. Inches away from the girl's
faces she whispered loud enough for all to hear. "She made the slightest
noise while I was casting magic, true sexual magic and she did come very
hard but I do not allow noise when I practice magic, sexual or
otherwise. She had to be punished." Then with the same vampire speed she
was back sitting on the stone thrown.

"Girl's stay quiet." Catherine said to them.

Elizabeth moved slowly always keeping the party in her sight as she
moved over and handed the scroll to Willow. Willow looked at it
carefully for a long time.

"Sand script not one of my better languages. Why are prophecies always
so vague and poorly written?" Willow said not expecting an answer. 

"Immortal slayer yada, yada, soul sliver, yada yada, soul light
borrowing now that's a different phases, more yada yada. Even when I was
in the business of demon hunting and gave a damn it still doesn't say
who the fuck they expect us to kill much less why. Besides why should I
give a damn to begin with?" Willow asked.

"First because if the world ends you lose your plaything. And since you
spend so much time hiding her away, keeping her from both the counsel
and Angel we both know you really like your pet. Second there is that
damn soul sliver you got caught with when you died and found your soul
and Buf... Elizabeth's were connected for life. Being a bad ass vampire
much less evil sorceress must suck having that soul get in the way all
the time? Still can't make yourself kill can you? "Catherine taunted. 

"I have killed before." Willow said letting her anger come out.

"I believe his name was Warren, and you were still alive at the time.
Since you became a vampire not a single death, oh you have come close
but always stopped before you kill. Even after you became a vampire you
continued working for the counsel for what almost fifty years. Admit it,
you would love to lose the last of your soul sliver wouldn't you?"
Catherine said smirking.

Using magic Willow moved from the thrown to beside Catherine and then
grabbing Catherine she moved faded out of the room to Elizabeth's cell.
All in mere seconds.

Elizabeth held the laser pistol aimed at the others and motioned them to
sit back down. She would hold them in the room as long as her mistress
wanted.

Catherine found herself chained in Elizabeth's chains and not just the
ankle chains but wrist and collar and held fast to the stone floor.
Strangely Willow had picked up Elizabeth cherished blanket and was
folding it carefully up using her hands and not magic. As Catherine
tested the strong chains fighting against the strong chains Willow
tenderly finished folding the blanket and then placed it on the other
side of the room.

"Don't bother fighting these chains hold Elizabeth in place, she is much
stronger now then any slayer. She is faster, stronger and her immune
system is unbelievable. She heals my bit marks in hours; the whip lashes
I gave her will be itching by tomorrow and healed completely the next
day. I have to be careful to drink only a little of her blood it makes
me completely high with just a small taste. I think draining her would
kill me. She would live through it, immortality has its uses but it has
it's downfalls as well." Willow said before sitting on the floor in
front of Catherine.

"Why do you treat her like this, you once claimed to love her. Now she
is you fuck toy. You still have some kind of soul working otherwise god
help the world. Why treat her so badly." Catherine asked.

"Because I do love her. Immortality, sharing a soul with a vampire did
as much damage to Buffy as it did to me. She lost control. Buffy Summers
could never live with herself after she killed all those people. So I
took away the memories. Took away her identity as Buffy, it's why she is
Elizabeth now. I remade her to have perfect control. I control her
completely, from how often she comes to when she pee's. I am her
mistress and she is my pet. And she is actually happy. You never saw how
self destructive she could get. When I pulled her out of heaven because
I was a selfish bitch, I nearly destroyed her soul. When I became a
vampire I did destroy her soul. I still carry more of our shared soul
then she does. She can't be held responsible for the people she killed
when she lost touch with her soul. Don't think I didn't try other things
first but in the end, this is the only thing that works." Willow said so
slowly and carefully it surprised Catherine.

"So it is true, Buffy Summers was responsible for the Mexico City Slayer
massacre." Catherine said.

"Yes, on the night I became a vampire, her soul slipped and the
primitive slayer inside her took over. The primitive slayer never liked
having companionship. The fact the world was full of slayers pissed the
primitive slayer inside her off, I know all slayers carry a part of that
first slayer but Buffy had actually been connected to her by magic once.
Long story and doesn't matter. Let's just say the first slayer had been
in her head before. It took the lose of her soul as a chance to take
over. It possessed her. And it started killing. I believe she killed a
hell of a lot of demons before she turned to killing slayers. She was a
killing machine with no control. Worse she was an immortal. No one knew
she was immortal at the time. It took all my magic to trap her days
later. By the time I had freed myself from my own vampire sire, and had
gone back to help she had killed every potential slayer in a hundred
mile radius. Thankfully we only had a small force working the area but
she killed mindlessly, age meant nothing to her. The children she killed
were the worst part of it all. She could smell slayer potential on even
the youngest of child."

"Once trapped in a magic prison we had to come up with something to do
to her. A way of controlling her. I tried to use an orb of Tesilal to
resoul her only to discover I had her soul. How or why I don't know. It
had something to do with me ripping her out of heaven but what is beyond
me. Finally I patched into using her own soul, sharing the soul. I would
gladly have returned it and let Xander stake me; in fact we planned to
do just that only fucking fate wouldn't let it happen that way. If I die
I am not even sure her soul will return to her. It's at least keep the
counsel, even Angel from killing me. Still it's only a matter of time."
Willow said carefully.

"What do you think of the prophecy?" Catherine asked still held fast by
chains to the stone floor.

"Fate has fucked her over enough. It's one more god damn think she has
to suffer through. I know better then to try and hid from it. Still it's
very unfair. Does the counsel know, did they send you?" Willow asked. 

"The counsel knows and are still arguing about it. Actually Angel sent
me. He has known where you were for a few years." Catherine said
carefully.

"Fuck me." Willow swore.

"He said you wouldn't be happy knowing he was involved." Catherine said.

"Were the fuck is he? I thought he was still in LA with Spike no less."
Willow said.

"He is waiting in LA. He sent Spike to double check the scroll in Tibet.
By now the counsel will have sent someone to check in Tibet as well.
Angel is unwilling to wait for the counsel to come to its senses. They
are still over loaded with bureaucrats. When you and your friends first
rebuild the counsel it was controlled by strong personalities, but as
you all died off, it became over run with pretty divisions and in
fighting. I believe it's why you left. Now it's poorly run and still
divided between adult slayers and watchers. Do you really need me
chained up?" Catherine said.

Willow waved her hand and the chains fell away letting Catherine up."

"Thank you. Angel sent cloths for Buffy. He has a private jet waiting in
Manchester to bring you both to America, He sent passports and all
needed paperwork." Catherine said rubbing her wrist were they had been
chained.

"It's been thirty years since I let Elizabeth wear cloths. We can't
travel until night fall which is good I have to pack a lot of equipment.
Magic books and spells, we will need another car, sorry vehicle to carry
everything I need to take with us. Will your two slayers follow orders?"
Willow asked.

"Yes from me. They will not follow a vampire blindly." Catherine said.

"Good, some of the equipment is heavy, the books if nothing else. I'll
need my chains and sex toys too. I still have to keep Elizabeth in
control. If they help pack and carry it outside in the sun where I can't
go it will be a help. I'll have to have them bring out a moving van,
what do they call them now, Movetrax. I hope Angel sent a big jet."
Willow said.

"A cargo plane. A fast one, four hours to LA. He said you would want to
bring your equipment and magic items and books. Actually I am surprised
you are agreeing to this so easily. Angel said there was little love
lost between you two." Catherine said standing up slowing. Fast
movements were never smart with even souled vampires.

Again in blinding fast movement Willow held her making her look into her
eyes. "Just remember her name is Elizabeth and she is my pet. My sex
slave and she is happy being my pet. Forget this and it all gets fucked
up. I don't care how you explain it to the slayers or your husband, but
this can't change. Elizabeth will save the world again, it's what she
does but I can't let her lose control again. She will save the world but
she will do it as my pet not Buffy Summers." Willow said carefully
making Catherine shiver with fear.




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