(ASS) RP: My Name is Legion / Buffy, pt. 3 .. PRED TV

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"That's it, my little princess. Eat my cunny, darling. Make
Drusilla cum in your greedy little mouth," she mashed her pinkie-sized
clit into the teen's nose. "I know you'd rather be feasting on your
little friend's cunt, wouldn't you ..? Wouldn't that be sweet?
Burying your little face in Buffy's tasty twattie? We've all seen the
way you look at her. You can't hide your dark thoughts from us,
princess. We know all about your longings, your desires, don't we,
Angel ..."
"That and a whole lot more ..." Angel laughed. "Now stick
that 13-inch beast cock up her ass, man," he gestured to Oz-Legion.
"I want to see her impaled on that thing."
The three demons spun Willow's body around until shewas on all
fours, her face still buried in Drusilla's putrefied snatch, while
Oz-Legion teased the rim of her virgin poop-chute with the huge head
of his monstrous beasthood.
"Ooooo ..." Drusilla moaned as Willow's tongue desperately
strafed her huge, swollen clit. "I wish you could see this, princess.
He's got his huge cock pressed up against your tiny little virgin
asshole. It looks like it will never fit. Like it will rip you in
two, just like a wishbone. It can't possibly fit, can it, princess
.? But it will, my sweet. He'll make it fit, and you'll scream like
you've never screamed before ..." The ravishing demoness through her
head back and ground her clit into Willow's feverish tongue, grasping
the girl by the hair and mashing her whole face into putrefied pussy.
"You eat such good pussy, my pet. Yes, that's it. Make Drusilla cum
..."
"Fucking tight-assed teenage cunt!" Oz-Legion hissed as his
clawed fingers tried to spread Willow's tender asshole to accept even
the tip of his 13-inch monster.
"Quit playing around," Angel looked at his watch and back to
their victim. "We only have a few more minutes until dawn. Just ram
that thing up her ass and fuck her brains out already."
"It's too tight," Oz-Legion growled back. "I've gotta get it
prepped ..."
"What are you, some kind of faggot demon?" Angel teased him.
"Just shove it up there. You don't need any lubrication. You're a
fucking demon, aren't you ..? Straight from the pits of hell ..?
What would the Boss Man say if he saw you now. You aren't man enough
for Hell's Legions. No wonder that pussy Jesus ran you off a cliff
with a bunch of pigs. Fucking faggot demon ..."
"I'll show you who's a faggot here, blood-sucker ..."
Oz-Legion howled as he buried his 13-inch cock up Willow's dry
poop-chute with one agonizing, decisive thrust.
"Uuuuhhhhnnngggg .." Willow bawled, her whole body erupting in
violent, uncontrollable spasms as the werewolf's monstrous prick drove
up into her intestines, tearing to shreds the tender, fleshy walls of
her ass-pipe. With his full length and girth crammed inside her, she
could feel the baseball-sized head of his monster prick lodged like a
cannonball in her tummy.
"Now fuck her," Angel ordered. "Fuck her teenage ass ..
dead."
Oz-Legion turned over all his bodily functions to the raging
animal demon inside him, snarling and hissing like a rabid wolf as he
tore into what was left of Willow's slender, tender body. His
viscous fuck frenzy matched with the girl's own epileptic seizures,
and the two joined in an inhuman coupling that erupted in a flood of
blood and cum. As the werewolf's ghastly prick pummeled every last
breath from her body, Willow bit through her top lip, her eyeballs
rolling around inside her sockets like cueballs. Blood and drool ran
down her chin and neck, and the last she felt was the monster's cock
puncture her diaphragm.
"Fuck!" Oz-Legion screeched as he fired his boiling spunk deep
into the bowels of Willow's raped soul. "Fuck!" The werewolf
collapsed atop the comatose girl and gnawed at the back of her neck.
"We have to go," Angel yanked at the werewolf's arm. "Come on.
Get off her."
"I can't," the werewolf hissed. "My cock's got a damn knot in
it, just like a fucking dog. I'm stuck inside her." He tried to pull
out again, but he was stuck. He yipped with the pain.
"Fuck!" Angel spun around to Drusilla. "What are we going to
do? We have to get out of here." He stared at the living room window
in horror. They only had ten minutes, fifteen at the most. "We're
not finished yet."
"Don't you worry, my sweet Angel," Drusilla smiled, her hands
held behind her back. "I already planned ahead." She moved her hands
out into the open and produced a small kitten. "Here you go," she
rubbed the kitten's terrified face against Oz-Legion's slavering face.
As the werewolf's drool touched the kitten's whiskers, a spark
emanated from the monster's body and traveled along the whisker until
the whole kitten glowed with an unearthly radiance.
"Now let's get out of here," the kitten squeaked, fully
possessed by the demon.
The three ran out of Willow's living room, leaving the slowly
transforming Oz passed out atop his half-dead girlfriend.

4

"It'll be dawn soon," Xander studied the sky from behind the
steering wheel of his car as he navigated through the streets of
Sunnydale's seamier neighborhoods. "Do you think they're still out
here?"
Buffy glanced at the clock on her dashboard. *5:30 ...*
They'd been cruising the streets for over three hours with no sign of
any trouble. *Maybe Cordy was enough. Maybe he called it a night
..* She peered out the window, searching for anything that might
give her a clue where to find the demon named Legion. "Maybe we
should go over and check on Willow," she offered. "If they went after
you and Cordy, they might have hit her, too."
Xander shook his head. "Listen, she's got your pager on speed
dial, and she told you Oz was coming over, right ..?" Xander was
obviously agitated, the three hours of fruitless searching taking an
even greater toll on him than Buffy had realized. "And Giles was
heading over there, too, after he hits the library. Between a
werewolf and a Watcher, I'd say Willow's pretty safe, wouldn't you
.?"
"Still, I think we should ..."
"We've gotta find them, Buf!" Xander cut her off sharply.
"They aren't over at Willow's. That's too obvious. I know how these
demon sickos think. They'd figure Willow's is where we'd go first,
and then they'd use our stupidity as an opportunity to hunt down some
more innocent victims."
"But you could be wrong," Buffy interjected, more than a
little pissed off at the superior tone Xander had taken. "I think we
should go to Willow's and at least ..."
"We're not going to Willow's, Buf," Xander snapped. "We're
going to find out what's going on once and for all." He turned the
car sharply and accelerated.
"What are you doing?" Buffy demanded.
"What we should have done three hours ago," Xander replied.
"These fucking bastards want to play games, we take it to their home
court."
"What are you talking about?"
"You and I both know who's behind this," Xander spit. "And we
both know where we can find them, especially with dawn creeping around
the corner."
*Spike's ... * Buffy's stomach clenched with the sudden
realization. *He's going to Spike's ... * "Xander, no!" she tried to
grab the wheel, but the boy fought her off. "You can't be serious.
We can't just ..."
"We can't?" Xander hissed. "Or you can't?" He glared at her.
"Well, I can, okay. I'm gonna shove my fist down that bastard's
throat and tear out his heart, or whatever demons have down there.
Then I'm gonna rip off his head and piss down his throat. And as for
that fucking Angel, I'm ..."
"Xander, get a hold of yourself," Buffy slapped him. "Get a
grip!" she reiterated, pointing her finger straight into his face. "I
know what they did to Cordy, but ..."
"But nothing," Xander snapped back. "Maybe you're too scared
to start kicking ass, but I'm not. I'm not going to let them get away
with this ..."
"I'm not either," Buffy cut him off. "But this isn't the way,
going off half-cocked and charging into Spike's lair. Can't you see?
We'd be playing right into their hands. Besides, we don't even know if
Spike, Drusilla or Angel have anything to do with this. This could
just be random demon sickness. You know what the hell-mouth attracts
around here. We have to be sure ..."
"Sure?!" Xander burst out into mocking laughter. "Oh, I'm
sure all right. Some demon appears and just coincidentally chooses me
and Cordy .. out of everyone in Sunnydale. I was there, Buffy. I saw
what he did, how he acted. It was intentional. It was on purpose.
He knew who we were. He chose us!"
"You're letting your emotions get control of you, Xander,"
Buffy tried to shake him. "Can't you see that. If Angel or Spike is
up to this, you're playing exactly into their hands. This is what the
want to do, make us stop thinking."
"You never liked her," Xander accused his friend. "You've
always hated her." His eyes flashed with rage and pain. "What's the
matter, anyway? Are you jealous? Or maybe you just expected me to
keep following you around like a pathetic little lapdog. Is that it?
What? Can't you stand the thought that geeky little Xander could find
someone more attractive than the great Buffy .. the Vampire Slayer!"
he spit out the last words in utter derision.
"I'm going to forget that ..."
"Maybe you think she deserved it," Xander pressed. "Maybe you
think she deserved everything she got for deigning to encroach on the
great Buffy's territory. Is that how it is, Buf? Couldn't stand to
have Cordy steal even a little bit of your thunder? Oh no," he mocked
in a girlish voice, "Xander doesn't worship the ground I walk on
anymore. Xander has a spine. That's not right. Oh, whatever am I
going to do ..? Maybe I'll just sit home and pretend to do my
homework while some demon gang-rapes his girlfriend .. the conniving
little bitch ..."
"Stop it," she slapped her friend hard. "Stop it!"
"Do you know what that was like?" Xander's face burned with
pain, but he still kept on talking. "I watched them, Buffy. I
watched them rape and torture the girl I love, and I couldn't do
anything to stop them. I just stood there like I always do. Helpless
little limp-dick Xander. Watches his girlfriend get raped and then
cries about it afterwards. How do you think that felt, Buf? Can you
even imagine? Do you even care?"
"Stop this car right now, Xander," Buffy reached for the
handle on her door. "I said stop!"
"Fine!" he slammed on the brakes and the car swerved, almost
running into a brick wall. They were in the alley behind Spike's
lair. "You can get out and go home. I'm sick following you anyhow.
This is between me and the fucking bastards inside ..."
The two friends locked eyes, and for a moment Buffy saw beyond
Xander's rage into the seemingly bottomless abyss of pain which now
consumed him. *Oh, Xander, I'm so sorry ...* She felt a tear well up
in her eye and didn't even try to brush it back.
Xander saw the glint of moisture collect along the girl's
eyelid, and the mindless fury possessing him suddenly melted. His own
vision blurred with tears, and he shuddered. "Th .. th .. they ..."
he stammered. "Sh .. she ... I watched her ... she .. when they ..."
he tried to shake the tears away but, they welled up. "She ... You
weren't there." The images wouldn't wash away from his brain. "They
made her beg," he suddenly blurted. "They made her beg them to rape
her. And she did!" he spit. "I watched them rape her, and she begged
for it. She begged them to rape her. She ..." he inhaled sharply.
"She came, Buffy." He stressed the words so she would know exactly
what he was talking about. "She lay there in front of me and begged
them to rape her. I thought she loved me. She never let me ... We
never ... Fuck!" he cursed. "She wouldn't even let me get to second
base, and she begged them to rape her. She begged them!"
The boy glared at her, defying Buffy to say anything ..
anything that could soothe the sheer agony which had engulfed his
life. My God ... She looked in her friend's eyes, speechless. "I
.. Xander ... I ..."
"I want to die," Xander proclaimed bitterly. "I don't think I
can live with this ..."
"Xander, no," Buffy shook her head. "That's exactly what they
want. Don't you see? That's why they did it, why they made you
watch. That wasn't her. That wasn't Cordy. You heard, Giles.
Legion can possess any creature he touches. They just need to be
weak. That's what happened to Cordy. It wasn't her. It was him. He
possessed her during the rape and made her say those things. Don't
you see? It wasn't her!" Buffy took Xander's face between his hands
and stroked his cheeks. "It wasn't Cordy. Cordy loves you. You know
that. You have to know that, or else they win! They win!" she
repeated.
He stared at her, the words, like her eyes, boring into his
brain.
"We will find them and make them pay!" she promised Xander.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the first glint of dawn bleed
over the horizon. *If they've been out, they'll be coming back here
in a hurry.* She felt herself smiling. Maybe Xander's brash idea
wasn't such a bad one after all. They could be arriving at any minute,
desperate to get back inside. They would be weakened, terrified,
careless. This might be the chance she was looking for. If she
couldn't stake them, the sunlight would do the chore.
Buffy heard the sound of a car pull into the alley behind
them. She and Xander whirled around to see a dark sedan with Angel
and Drusilla hustling out of the front seat. She and Angel exchanged
hateful glares, and both vampires stopped dead in their tracks. Buffy
slid out of the car, and Xander followed suit. With a stake in one
hand, she vaulted up onto the trunk of the car and poised herself for
maximum slayage, daring the vampires to take her on.
Angel sneered at her, a knife glittering in his hands. In one
quick motion he hurled it in Xander's direction. Buffy sprang off the
car and twirled around in mid-air, twisting her body so that it
shielded Xander, her back exposed to the blade of the knife. She
landed on the ground with Xander beneath her, expecting the sharp
penetration of the knife at any second. Instead, she heard a loud pop
and then a woosh. Then she heard car doors slam and the black sedan
screech off into the coming down.
"They got the fucking tires!" Xander hissed as he pushed Buffy
off him. He kicked the side of his car savagely. "The fucking
tires!" He spun around at Buffy. "And what the fuck did you think
you were you doing?" He brushed himself off in a huff
"Trying to save your life, asshole!" Buffy cursed.
"Uh .. Duh !" Xander waved his arms frantically and pointed to
his tires. "Didn't you ever watch the A-Team when you were a kid?
The bad guys always go for the fucking tires, Buf ... Always!"
Buffy got up and headed to the alley entrance, throwing open
the door and storming into the fetid darkness. Xander watched her
disappear, shook his head, and sprinted in after her.
"Don't get in my way, Xander," Buffy hissed.
"You just worry about yourself, little Miss Slayer," he hissed
as he cut ahead of her dashed down the steps into Spike's lair. "Hey
dickless, gimp bastard!" Xander bellowed at the top of his lungs.
"You got company. So why don't you be a good little host, wheel
yourself on out here, and let me shove my foot up your sorry demon
ass!"
"Get out of my way, Xander," Buffy pushed past him. "He's a
vampire, and he's mine."
"What? Like Angel and Drusilla? Come on, Spike. Show your
worthless gimp ass, and let's get this over with."
"I had no idea I was so popular," Spike's voice, like his
wheelchair emerged from the shadows.
"Where are they?" Buffy waved the stake at him.
"They?" Spike feigned bewilderment.
"You know who I'm talking about, loser, so quit playing around
and cough it up."
"Or what?" he defiantly sneered.
"We don't have time for this." Xander snatched the stake from
Buffy's hand and jabbed it against Spike's carotid artery. "Now talk,
gimpire, and I'll make this as painless as possible."
"Tell your sissy boyfriend here to remove the stake
from my neck immediately, Slayer, or I will plunge my neck down on the
point, and you and he will never find Angelus, Drusilla and the
demon."
"Xander ..!" Buffy's voice was stern.
"Can't you tell he's bluffing," Xander spat in the vampire's
face. "He's not going sacrifice himself for those two." He pressed
the stake's sharpened point to where it almost drew blood.
"Look at me!" Spike snapped back, patting his useless legs.
"Do you know what it's like to see my Drusilla hang all over that
self-important bastard? Do you, mate? Do you know what it's like to
see the woman you love throw herself at another man, panting,
slavering like some slut because you are too impotent to do anything
about it? Do you?" He sneered as Xander tensed to bury the stake in
his throat. "Of course you do ..." His eyes locked with Xander, and
for a split-second a bolt of empathy shot between them ... demon and
man, each one bearing the brunt of a lover's scorn. "Now, boy, you
look into your own pitiful heart, and you tell me I'm not ready to
die."
Xander tried to drive the stake into Spike's neck, but the
vampire's words had sapped his resolve. "Fuck you!" he spat and
tossed the stake back to Buffy.
"That was a very wise decision." Spike wiped the spit from
his eye with a mocking smile. He turned to Buffy. "You know, Slayer,
I am feeling particularly altruistic this morning, and I am going to
help you catch Angelus and his little demon friend. How does that
strike you?"
"I'm listening," Buffy spoke evenly, not sure what to expect.
"I only have one favor to ask ..." he paused. "Two actually."
"And what would that be?"
"You make Angelus suffer, and you let Drusilla live. As for
the demon, I don't care what you do to him. Kill him if you can.
There are plenty more where he came from."
"And were just supposed to believe you'll just turn them over
to us ..?" Xander mused. "No strings attached ..?" "Oh, there are
strings," Spike laughed. "There are always strings."
"Where are they?" Buffy demanded.
"Your promise, first, Slayer," Spike's voice was pure ice.
"You and your friend here. You kill Angel, and you let
Drusilla live. Those are my conditions."
"Ah, in case you forgot, dipshit," Xander fired back,
"we're .. like .. vampire slayers here. In other words, we
kill vampires. It's in the Buffster's blood. You know
we can't make that kind of promise."
"Then you will never find your friends' attacker," Spike
leered. "He will vanish back into the pits of hell from whence he
came, and remain unpunished for all eternity. It is no skin off my
teeth." He threw up his hands in resignation. "Well, get on with it,
Slayer. Go on! Kill me! That is what you Slayers do, isn't it ..?"
"Come on, Buf." Xander waved his hands impatiently. "Ice the
gimp and lets get out of here. We don't need him. We get Willow and
Giles together, and those two Brainiacs will be able to figure out
where they're hiding."
Spike howled with laughter.
"And what's so funny?" Xander challenged.
"You don't know do you," Spike chortled. "Well of course you
don't. How could you know ..?"
"How could we know what?" Xander asked.
"Well, you see, Legion enjoyed his little .. ah .. excursion
with your succulent friend so much that he .. now how shall I say this
properly .. paid a second social call to another of your little
troupe."
*Willow ...!*
The same thought simultaneously crossed Buffy's and Xander's
minds. Spike nodded his head as he read the shock on their faces.
"The werewolf was so easy to possess," Spike filled in the
details. "Such a troubled young lad. Very susceptible, actually," he
chuckled. "They were all quite excited, really, especially Angelus,"
he sneered at Buffy. "You were too easy for him, Slayer. Angelus has
always found it more satisfying to corrupt the shy, skittish, pale,
virgin types ..." The hatred in Spike's voice was clearly evident, a
glimmer of memory for what Drusilla had once been glistening like a
tear in the corners of his infernal glare of his eyes. "He was
anxious to taste her tender flesh. So was Drusilla ..."
Slap!
Buffy's firm blow rattled the vampire's jaw. He tasted his
own blood and licked it absentmindedly.
"Come on, Slayer," he defied her. "Kill me. You know you
want to. Your friends are dead. You might as well take it out on me.
Let Angelus and the demon go ..."
Xander was shaking in rage, a feeling so sick in his stomach
that he felt his insides might burst with the nausea. "Kill him, Buf
.."
The teenager's hands gripped the stake so hard she thought
they might crush it splinters. *Oh, Willow ...* Tears blurred her
eyes, but Spike's infernal gaze managed to cut through. She had never
in her life wanted to kill someone more than she wanted to kill Spike
at that moment. *Not even the master ...* But as she lowered the
stake, another image flashed across her mind. *Angel!* She stopped
the stake in mid arc and pulled her arm back. *Spike doesn't matter
now. There will be time for him and Drusilla later. It's Angel and
the demon who have to pay here. Angel ...*
"I won't kill her," Buffy heard herself whisper. "I promise.
Now tell me where she is."
"Since you're in the promising mood, I just require one more
oath from you, Slayer."
"What?" Buffy hissed.
"That you will put down that spike right now and save it for
Angelus."
She hesitated.
"I will tell you where they have gone, Slayer. But once I
have done that, you will leave here without harming a hair on my head.
Do I have your word?"
"Yes," Buffy nodded.
"And you?" he turned to Xander.
Buffy gazed into Xander's eyes and nodded.
"Yes," Xander turned away from them both and headed to the
stairs.
"The convocation center ..." Spike motioned his head towards
the center of town. "There are tunnels beneath the auditorium. The
rodeo is passing through town, so its been open all week. They are
housing all the animals there, down below in the tunnels. They keep
it pitch-black so the horses will think it's nighttime and sleep.
Legion likes all the animals. He and Angel were thinking of causing a
stampede at tonight's performance just to liven things up. Since you
ran them out of here, I imagine they'll just hole up there till
evening. No one goes down in the tunnels below. They could live
there for days."
Buffy nodded and headed towards the stairs.
"You have promised me, Slayer," Spike called after her.
"Remember that. I give you Angel's life for Drusilla's. You will keep
your oath. She will not perish, and she will return to me. I have
your promise ..."