As Vampiresses Part One 
                                                       By Anne


                      They patrolled lazily around the cemetery, waiting for some action. Things had been pretty quiet lately, mainly
                      because of them. The vamps didn't hang around here anymore. And who in their right mind walked through a
                      cemetery at night anyway? Buffy was just about to point this out to Faith and suggest going to the Bronze for
                      the rest of the evening, when Faith grabbed her arm and pointed to a group of men in tuxedos laughing loudly
                      and jumping on the graves. 

                      "Looks like we found ourselves a party B." 

                      "After you." They set off at a brisk run, covering the distance between them and the group in a matter of
                      seconds. They all turned to face the girls, watching them instinctively take on the battle stance. They
                      promptly fell about at the sight of two girls trying to look hard. 

                      "Come and give us a kiss sweet stuff," one of them leered, and looked to his friends for approval. They all
                      laughed along with him as Buffy smiled sweetly. 

                      "Oh, I'll give you a kiss alright." She lunged forward swiftly, so smoothly that he did not see it coming, and
                      her fangs were out and ready to sink into his neck the moment she reached him. Placing her arm around his
                      waste she pulled him tightly into her, enjoying the kill so much as she felt his spine snap under the force of
                      her pleasure. Her right arm reached out and grabbed her next victim as he started to flee, dropping the well
                      drained corpse carelessly as she did so. "Not so fast," she pulled him towards her, looking for the terror in his
                      eyes. There was always so much more pleasure when you could see their lives passing before their eyes. So
                      much fun, but always over so quickly. She turned round, stepping over the second body, looking for Faith.
                      She had a guy pushed up against a headstone, suckling ever so slowly, allowing him to struggle still, letting
                      him feel it all as she rubbed her hips against him. Buffy wondered why she was able to get off on everything.
                      She watched as Faith became impatient and snapped the guys neck back, virtually ripping his jugular out as
                      she finished with him. She tossed him to the side and wiped her mouth, smiling at Buffy. 

                      "Isn't it crazy how killing makes you hungry and horny?" 

                      "Hungry? You never are satisfied with just one are you F?" 

                      "Well, you had two, so you can afford to be satisfied," Faith ran her hands through her hair as her face
                      unvamped. "Now me," she swaggered over and placed her hands on Buffy's hips, "I'm still up for some
                      serious action." 

                      "The Bronze?" 

                      "The Bronze." 

                      ***** 

                      The beat was loud and everyone was watching the two girls on the dance floor. One dark, one blond, and
                      both were definitely hot tonight. A couple of people had left the moment they had seen them coming, those
                      who knew. But there were still plenty of people who had no idea, who got themselves within smelling
                      distance. As the two girls pressed their bodies together, the boys came and pressed themselves to their sides
                      and their backs, ignorantly wanting to get in on the act. The two girls smiled at each other and broke away at
                      the same moment, each picking out a member of the group and leading them over to opposite dark corners.
                      They both wanted the same thing, they both did it differently. Buffy sat down and allowed herself to be
                      kissed, gently, even let his hand begin its ascent up her thigh, before biting down on his neck hard. Faith, true
                      to her usual form, straddled the college boy that she had picked, kissing him straight away long and hard, and
                      giving him no doubt that he was onto a winner here, she could feel him smiling under her lips, no doubt
                      thinking about how he could tell his mates of his conquest, as she started to undo the buttons on his shirt. He
                      was still reeling from kissing her when he felt her hand completely smother his mouth and felt the searing pain
                      in his chest. He tried to struggle, scream, but the hands that held him were too strong until all he could feel
                      was the pain as she suckled from his chest, tearing at the gash a little more as the blood began to slow, all the
                      time rocking back and forth on his thighs. 

                      Faith was really starting to get into it when she felt a hand on her shoulder that she instinctively knew was
                      Buffy's. "Come on Faith, the guys dead. Dead blood's bad blood, and you know it." 

                      "But I'm-" 

                      "I know. Come on, lets go back to mine." 

                      ***** 

                      Buffy found herself pushed up against the kitchen door the moment it was closed and Faith's mouth was on
                      hers. She felt her knees go weak as Faith's hand ripped open her blouse, and made their way under her bra.
                      "Faith," she breathed into the kiss, knowing how much it turned Faith on to hear her say her name. Faith
                      responded by lowering her mouth to Buffy's breasts, all the time trying to stay in control, so she didn't vamp
                      out and tear into that soft flesh. At least not yet anyway. She sucked harder, feeling Buffy's hands in her hair,
                      as she slid her hands up Buffy's skirt, unsurprised at how wet she was, but surprised by the feel of Buffy
                      grabbing her hair and pulling her up to eye level to kiss her again. "Come on, let's go upstairs. I want to do it
                      in bed for a change." Faith took Buffy's hand and led her past the lounge, pausing to wrinkle her nose. 

                      "B, we really are going to have to get rid of your mom, she's starting to smell more dead than we are." 

                      "Yeah, I'll do it tomorrow," replied Buffy absentmindedly, following Faith up the stairs.