As Vampiresses Part Three By Anne "Cuz there's nothing else to do, every me and every yooooooh" Faith sang tunelessly as they made their way along the freeway that linked Sunnydale to the rest of the world. Buffy rolled her eyes and carelessly lit another one of Faith's Marlboros. She leaned back in her seat and looked up at the stars. "Every me and every yooooo. Think you're mom'll be okay on her own B?" "Yeah, she'll be fine. Giles still feels he has to go out for milk everyday. He always wanted my mother. Just hope no nasty little Sunnydale demons gett to her tasty little rotting corpse first." "Cool. Light me up one of those will ya?" Faith leaned down and hit the repeat button on the CD player, and knocked the volume up a notch. "Gonna sing along with me B? Come on girl, you need to find the fun a little." "Bite me." She rolled her eyes again when she saw Faith lean in to her. "*So* not a problem B." "You might want to keep your eyes on the road honey, 'cause I don't want to be hauling your vamp ass from down that tree we're about to hit." "Lighten up." Faith swung the wheel and brought the car back onto the road. "So what's the plan when we get to LA? You gonna give Angel another happy?" "I thought about that but hey, done that one before. Besides, he's taking that destiny thing way to seriously these days." "Good, cuz I don't want Angelous cramping our style girlfriend. And there was no way I was going to get stuck with Wes, or Cordy." "Cordy! Like you could have her anyway. Talk about screwing the souless. But she, lover, is way out of your league." "Care to put a little wager on that B?" Faith leaned over and slid her hand up Buffy's thighs, tracing patterns with her fingernails until Buffy sighed impatiently and slid further down in her seat, forcing herself onto Faith's hand. "I'll think about," she said, moving her hips slightly. "Okay Faith, you win and I'll have that signed Britney Spears photograph of yours. Would have thought she would be a little too girly for you though, Butch." "What can I say, I like my women like I like my ice cream. Neapolitan - all flavours, including vanilla. But no way! What makes you think I'd part with that! And what if I win?" Faith slipped a couple of fingers inside Buffy. "I'll give you what you've been obsessing about since we became vamps." She wiggled her hips slightly to give Faith easier access. "Be more specific." Faith said in time with the movement of her fingers. She looked across at B who was rubbing her fingers over her nipples. "Okay then. If you win I'll let you do that thing with the pointy end of the stake." Buffy raised her eyebrows, as Faith gulped. "What makes you think I would part with my signed Britney Spears picture for that!" Faith tried to at least look like she didn't care *that* much. "Oh, and Faith?" Buffy began thrusting a little faster, and reached down to pull a stake from the glove compartment, pressing its sharp point against her hand. "You can put it anywhere..." "Shit!" Where had she heard that one before? wondered Faith, as she swirved off the road again. ***** "Angel Investigations, we help the - oh, its you two." Cordelia did her best bored look. Then she caught a whiff of something really not nice. "Eeeww, you smell like you came through the sewers." "Fucking tell me about," said Faith, scraping the sole of her boot on the filing cabinet. "Angel in?" "Yeah he's downstairs Buffy." "I'll go and see him. Faith, you can stay here." She started to walk to the elevator. "Oh, and try not to be a good girl," she whispered as she walked passed. "Whatever you say honey." Buffy was so looking forward to this. She pulled the door back to find Angel popping a bag of O neg into the microwave. "Hello Angel." She laughed as he jumped up, startled, and put a hand to his chest, an involuntary reflex from his human days. "Buffy! You scared me. What are you doing here? Is everything alright?" He was instantly worried and Buffy just rolled her eyes. How had she ever found serious attractive? "Everything is fine Angel. Come here, there's something I have to give you." "What is it?" He walked over to her, looking closely, certain that something just wasn't right here, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. "Well, Giles told me you found out your destiny. To save the world from the greatest scurge, the most evil of all evil, the two who were to cause hell on earth itself." She walked up to him at put her arms around him, leaning into his chest. "I just wanted to wish you good luck." She brought a her lips up to meet his, as she slid a stake down her sleeve. As their lips met and a look of realisation passed across his face, she plunged the stake deep into his back. "Oh, no - not again," was all he had chance to say before he was dusted. "Not that wishing you luck would help. You see lover," she said to the dust she was brushing off her clothes, "I don't like things getting in my way." She wondered how Faith was going with Cordelia upstairs. ******* "So how ya doin?" Faith hoisted herself up onto the desk, leering down Cordelia's top. It was always so much fun when she had a point to prove, and there was no way she was losing that photograph. Though the whole stake thing was certainly an added incentive. "Why are you looking at my chest Faith? Care to bring your eyes up a little?" "Not really." "Oh, so you're doing a Willow now as well. Hey! does that mean you - and Buffy -" she swallowed a couple of times. "Together?" "Well, you know how it is. We hang out, slay, screw, yunno, the usual girly things." Faith leapt of the desk and made her way behind Cordelia and began to massage her shoulders. "They aren't what I call girly things. Going for a facial is a girly thing. *This* isn't a girly thing." She added pointedly. "Sure it is. So you've never practised on one of your girlfriends?" Faith slid the straps off Cordelia's shoulders, and pulled her hair to the side, exposing her neck. "Eeeww, no." "Never?" Faith breathed onto the white flesh of her neck. "Well, there was this thing with Harmony once, but I mean, that was different." "How different?" Faith could feel that Cordelia was rigid with the prospect of socially unacceptable things, and Faith ran her tongue up her neck, feeling the skin bump in reaction. "Faith. In case you hadn't noticed, you're licking my neck." Cordeila finally got her senses back and tried to jump out of her chair. But Faith's hands pushed her back and held her there, not giving her the option of struggling. "Faith, I'll scream." "Oh, I'll make you scream alright," said Faith clamping a hand over her mouth, and plunging her teeth gently into the rapidly pulsing jugular. She sucked ever so gently, until she felt Cordelia go limp. "That's my girl." Faith picked her up and carried her over to the couch. She sat down with Cordelia on her thighs, lapping her tongue over the last little trickle of blood running down her neck. Cordelia moaned a little, almost coming round, but too weak to move. Faith could feel herself becoming overtaken by lust, for more blood, for a good hard kill and a serious screw. She ran her fangs down across Cordelia's shoulder, catching the material of her strap between her teeth and pulling it down further, exposing the soft curve of her breast. Her eyes fixed on the nipple, hardening in its sudden exposure to the cold, and Faith could not help but placing her mouth over it, biting and sucking it hard, tearing the skin slightly in the process. She was lost in the world where the little rational thought she did have disappeared completely, and she was just letting her body take over and do what it needed her to do. She pushed herself harder over Cordelia's body, her hand sliding up the inside of her thigh. She could feel that Cordelia was as wet as she was, only this time it was probably because of fear. As Cordelia felt Faith's hand slip under her underwear, she began to struggle a little more, but her wiggling merely placed her directly over Faith's fingers. "Admit it, Cordy, you want it really, don't you?" Faith moved her fingers teasingly, causing Cordelia's body to twitch involuntarily. Faith's face unvamped, and moved up to Cordelia's lips. She pressed herself against them gently. "I know what it's like Cordelia. Only having little prick's like Xander to screw, when you want more, when you need something really good. Need to have someone make you cum hard. You do don't you Cordy? That's what you need, someone who can do that to you. You want me to do that don't you?" "Mnnmnn" was all Cordelia could say through Faith's lips, becoming delerious with the loss of blood and the feel of Faith's hand working between her legs. She knew that there was a little voice somewhere in the back of her mind, a voice that was rapidly becoming lost, saying that there was something wrong here, but there was now a much louder one saying that if a goody goody like Buffy Summers could boink the undead, then there was no reason why someone like her shouldn't be able to. She shook her head, trying to clear the fuzziness. But she could hear Faith's voice everywhere, and there was a warm other-type-fuzzy feeling coming from between her legs. A feeling that she had been missing for quite a while now, and then she heard the words 'little prick Xander' and felt her hips buck. Well wouldn't this be the perfect revenge, screwing the girl who had screwed him over everyone else. Okay, she wasn't quite sure that it worked that way, but not a lot was making sense anymore. She tried to make a rational comment about screwing Xander, but all that she could muster was the first word of the sentence. "Screw..." "I'll take that as a yes then, shall I?" Faith slipped her tongue into Cordy's mouth, surprised when she got a response. Okay, it was a little shaky at first, but it was definitely there. Faith moaned a little as she pushed her fingers hard into Cordlia, her mind torn between thinking about how she was going to get to keep her photograph, how turned on she was, and just where she was going to slip Mr. Pointy. She was trying to rub her thighs together to get some friction when she felt Cordelia began to gasp and clutch at her fingers. Shit, that didn't take long. The girl must have needed it *really* bad. "Nice view Faith." Buffy's voice came over from the doorway, and Faith wondered just how long she had been standing there. She looked up to see B leaning against the doorway, her leather pants unzipped and her hand most definitely inside them. "But you don't win the bet by rendering her unconscious first. So, I win by default." "No way B," Faith placed Cordelia on the couch and walked over to Buffy, dropping on her knees in front of her. She could see Buffy's hand was making rapid thrusting movements under the material, and eased the trousers over her hips. She pulled Buffy's hand out and slipped her tongue into where her fingers had been. Not much, just enough to get her really going. "Jeez B, this a damn stupid position." She picked up Buffy, and lay her onto the couch next to Cordelia. "You see, here, I can do this, and this, and this," she started at just above Buffy's knees and worked her way up Buffy's thigh. As she neared the very top, and Buffy started arching impatiently, she tore suddenly at the flesh, gashing deep into the skin. Before Buffy could think about what was going on Faith reached up and grabbed Cordelia's head and rammed it between Buffy's thighs. "Drink," she hissed, her vamp face meeting with Buffy's shocked expression. She held Cordelia's head firm, pushing her harder into Buffy, until she felt Buffy arch up and heard the gentle sucking of Cordelia's mouth on the damp flesh. "Oh God," Buffy arched up, further, her hips lifting off the couch as her hands covered Faith's, pushing Cordelia harder against her body. As Cordelia began to guzzle hungrily, Buffy began to moan louder, her hips rocking at an alarming rate, her orgasm coming hard just seconds before Cordelia pulled away, the first process in the change complete. "Ah, I remember making you that way," Faith said wistfully, as she moved in to clear up the last of the blood. **** "Do you think she'll come round anytime soon?" Faith lit up yet another cigarette, getting fidgety. She didn't like to be couped up. "You know Cordy," yawned Buffy. "She'll have to be fashionably late." "While we're in the city, I know this great lap-dancing bar where we can find some action, B. It's a place that Giles would call uninhibited." "You never slow down do you? Nobody is going to stake you. You're going to screw yourself to death first." "Yeah but," Faith spun her hard against the wall. "I'm gonna take you with me." "You did this to my face!" They were rudely interrupted by Cordelia's screams. "Relax, Cordy. B finds it quite sexy." "Yeah well Buffy was a freak before she became a vampire." "I see you've found the change a spiritual experience," said Buffy drily, pulling away from Faith and drinking Angel's mug 'o' blood. Now are you coming to Boston or what?" "Boston. No way. I've got another little matter to deal with," She marched out the office door and promptly jumped back again. "Cordelia, only you could spend three years with the Scooby gang and forget that sunlight has a kind of permanent death effect on Vampires," Buffy said, draining the last of the blood from the mug. "Sewers anyone?" "There is *no* way I am going in the sewers. I mean, how tacky vamp horror is that? Besides, I'm wearing Prada. You two go to Boston. Like I said, I've got a little bit of unfinished business to attend to. You didn't kill Xander did you?" "Jeez Cordy, you'll never let it go will you? And no we didn't kill him, he was too busy running away screaming." "I thought as much. So are you two staying in Boston?" "Nah," said Faith, pulling on her leather jacket. "We thought we'd do a 'foods of the world' thing across over to New York." "Yeah. We'll keep in touch," Cordelia said with bright sarcasm. "Your choice Cordy. See ya around. Come on Faith." "Okay," Faith walked over to to Cordy. "We'll have to do it again sometime," she purred reaching up and nipping the not yet healed wound on her neck. "You wish," Cordy and Buffy said together.