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	This is not my story, I am just posting it again so others can enjoy it.  If
you shouldn't be reading this please stop, remember Big Brother is watching.

Buffy the Vampire  SLayer Meets Forever Knight

The sun set along the coast, the last few rays disappearing into 
darkness. It was cool, the breeze coming off the ocean and blowing 
through the town. There was no moon, the shadows deep and dark. Perfect 
for a vampire. Janette's heels clicked as she walked down the streets of 
the small town. California seemed to be a nice change from Toronto. The 
warmth of the night was as close as she had come to day in centuries. 
She needed to get out of Toronto, away from Nicholas and his whining for 
mortality. Besides, she'd spent twenty years in Toronto. It was time to 
move on.

She was tall, with short, dark hair and a body to die for. Literally. 
She appeared to be in her late-twenties, perhaps early- thirties. To 
look at her, no one would guess that she was over nine hundred years 
old. She was wearing a tight red velvet dress that was guaranteed to 
turn heads. Her beautiful face was highlighted with dark lipstick and 
makeup. She was on the prowl.

She had forgotten the name of the town. No matter, she wouldn't be here 
long. Just a night to feed, then on to Los Angeles. L.A. was perfect for 
her kind. Large, expansive, filled with plenty of transients to make 
feeding easier. Janette's mouth watered just thinking of it.

She was slinking down an alleyway when she heard it. The grunts of 
battle. A swooping sound she recognized. She moved further down the 
alley and spotted them. The assailant was a vampire, one of the American 
variety, judging by the animal-like face. His victim was a young girl of 
about 18, with blond hair, dressed in a dark black outfit.

Janette corrected herself quickly. The girl wasn't a victim at all. In 
fact, to put it somewhat vulgarly, she was whipping ass. She blasted her 
attacker with a pair of savage kicks. She backhanded him across the 
face, driving him back to a wall. She executed a backflip that allowed 
her to kick him in the face.

Janette's appraisal of the girl was interrupted when her acute hearing 
picked up a sound on the roof. Glancing up, she saw two more vampires 
leap from the top of the roof. They landed behind the girl, shoving her 
towards the ground. The three vampires moved in.

Nine hundred years ago, Janette was a prostitute, not by choice but by 
need. She saw her friends killed, treated like outcasts, like animals. 
When she was brought across, she loved it. She considered it payback for 
the abuse of her life. Janette may have been a vampire, but there was no 
way in hell she was letting any woman be stuck in this predicament.

She flew down the alleyway, knocking the trio aside. One moved towards 
her and was greeted by a punch that snapped his neck. The other tried to 
grab her. Janette crushed the bones on her wrist and slung her into the 
wall. She turned back in time to see the girl ram a wooden stake into 
the heart of the original vampire. He fell back to the floor and 
immediately became dust.

There was dead silence in the alley as the girl took the stake and 
methodically dispatched the still forms of the other two attackers. Only 
then did she look up at Janette. The instant she saw the fangs and the 
glowing eyes, her "thank you" died on her lips and she held her stake 
ready. Janette simply stood there, looking her over. "You killed them."

"I'm the Slayer. That's kind of what I do." The girl and Janette slowly 
circled one another, neither making a move that could be interpreted as 
hostile.

"Do you have a name or do I just call you 'Slayer'?" Janette said. If 
she was nervous, she didn't show it.

"You mean there's an undead character that does not know me? Relief. My 
name's Buffy."

Janette stared at her. "You are kidding me."

"Yeah, I know, I get that a lot." She examined Janette closely. "So, 
been undead long?"

"About nine hundred years."

"You're not like most of these guys."

"I'm of the old European vintage. Not as weak or frail as these pathetic 
creatures."

"Weak? Ex-cuse me, but I have been stalking and slaying these guys for a 
while now and it's not real easy."

"Oh, I have no doubt you can handle yourself well against 
these--ruffians. But me and my kind?" She shook her head. "We're a 
little tougher."

"Maybe, but I'll bet wood through your heart would still dust you," 
Buffy said, holding her stake higher.

"Perhaps," Janette said. "If you could make it that far."

"I could have this in your heart before you could move."

Janette laughed. She couldn't help it. Something about the child's 
sureness amused her. "You're young, so take some advice. Give this up 
while you can. You can never win, you know."

"No, but I can shorten some life spans."

"My dear, you have fire and enthusiasm. I admire that." Janette didn't 
mention that she found Buffy quite attractive. "But you are only one 
girl. We are legion. There are far more of us than you think and all we 
need to is avoid you long enough. Remember, you age and die. We do not."

"Look, Frenchie--"

"Janette. I abhor national nicknames."

"Okay, Janette. Are you going to try to kill me or am I just going to 
stake you here and now? I've got a killer test tomorrow, my mom's always 
yelling at me about curfew and I need my sleep. So, I think I'll just 
slay you and call it a night, okay?"

Janette decided to end this. She had better things to do all night than 
argue with some child who thought herself a Slayer. She locked eyes with 
Buffy and let her mind touch the younger woman's. Buffy was instantly 
captivated by Janette's brilliant green eyes. Drawn by the shimmering 
orbs, Buffy was helpless as Janette entered her mind, her will being 
quickly overpowered. Buffy tried to fight, but Janette's hypnotic gaze 
was too strong. A pounding filled her head like a drum. Almost before 
she knew it, Buffy was entranced.

"Drop the stake." Janette's voice echoed in Buffy's head as if whispered 
in an empty corridor. Janette stepped back to appraise the young slayer. 
She was rather attractive. Her form was hard to make out in the baggy 
outfit she wore but Janette saw enough to know the girl kept in shape. 
Of course, that was something of a requirement for her work. Janette 
looked into Buffy's blank eyes and made a decision. Food could wait 
another night. Tonight, she would satisfy another craving she had been 
without for some time.

Janette looked into Buffy's eyes and slowly spoke. "Buffy, would you 
like to go home?" Buffy nodded. Janette's vampiric powers had completely 
frozen her will. Buffy's conscious mind was completely shut off and she 
could only do what Janette said. Janette took Buffy by the arm, pulled 
her in close and kissed her.

It had been almost a century since Janette had kissed a woman. She had 
forgotten how good it felt. She moved her tongue inside Buffy's mouth, 
tasting the sweet touch of her lips. Buffy was slow to respond, her 
reflexes dulled by her mesmerized state. But soon, she was answering 
Janette with a kiss of equal power. As the two women embraced, Janette 
slowly lifted them up into the air.

It was about five minutes before Janette came to Buffy's house. Luckily 
Buffy had left her window open for her return. Janette landed inside, 
her charge hung at her arm like a rag doll. It was a typical teenage 
girl's room, filled with posters of rock stars, makeup trays and an 
overfilled closet. Janette appraised it before turning back to Buffy, 
who stood swaying slightly in the middle of the room.

Janette sat down on the bed. "Buffy, remove your clothes." Buffy slowly 
obeyed. Her windbreaker went first, revealing a white T-shirt. Then her 
pants, showing a pair of white panties underneath. Removing her T-shirt 
showed a white bra. Unhooking it, Buffy let her breasts go free. They 
were slightly larger than Janette had imagined and seeing the nipples 
hardened gave her a shot of adrenalin she hadn't experienced in decades. 
Buffy then pulled her panties down her shapely legs, showing off a blond 
tuft.

Janette leaned down on the bed, her arms outstretched. "Come to me, 
Buffy." With awkward steps, the hypnotized teenager complied. She 
crawled along the bed until she came to Janette. Janette pulled her in 
close and kissed her long on the lips. Her arousal high despite her 
entranced state, Buffy wrapped her tongue around Janette's, pressing her 
lips hard on the older (much older) woman.

Janette turned Buffy over and straddled her. She moved her mouth down to 
Buffy's tight breasts. She let her tongue drag along one nipple, 
eliciting a moan from Buffy. She kissed the other nipple, sucking on it 
long and hard like an infant. She moved her tongue to the sunken belly 
and gave it a kiss. Then she came to Buffy's clit.

Janette was old enough to spot a virgin when she saw one. She was also 
old enough to know that Buffy had been experimenting on her own. Time to 
give her the real deal. Janette placed a red- nailed finger into Buffy's 
pussy and began rubbing it. Buffy moaned softly as Janette continued. An 
expert in the ways of sexual satisfaction, Janette took her time, moving 
her finger in and out, getting Buffy's juices flowing. When she was 
ready, she stuck her tongue into Buffy's clit and began licking. Buffy 
clutched a handful of covers as a wave of ecstasy filled her. The wave 
culminated in a rush of pleasure as her womanhood was released onto 
Janette's face. Janette savored the taste. Next to blood, there was 
nothing sweeter.

Janette decided it was Buffy's turn. Moving back onto her, she took 
Buffy's limp hands and led them to her chest. She slowly started to turn 
Buffy's hands in slow circles along her breasts. Letting her hands go, 
Janette was pleased to see Buffy continue to rub them. Janette let her 
own hands drop to the girl's body as she massaged the nubile breasts 
beneath her. Buffy slipped off Janette's top, exposing her large 
breasts. Janette leaned down, letting her young victim get a good look. 
Buffy buried her head between the mounds before showering them both with 
long, wet kisses. She kissed in circles around the curves before finally 
coming to the nipple. She kissed it long and seemed to enjoy it 
hardening under her touch.

Janette moved further up Buffy's body, allowing Buffy to see up her 
dress. Janette wore no panties. She calmly sat on Buffy's face. Buffy's 
tongue went into Janette's clit. After several quick jabs, it went to 
work, licking the vampires pussy. Janette groaned as the mesmerized teen 
went to work, licking off juices that hadn't flowed in a very long time. 
Janette moved herself along Buffy's face, allowing the girl to lick all 
around her pussy. Before Janette herself could realize it, she came, her 
oversized orgasm spilling onto Buffy's face. Janette arched her back, 
her eyes glowing, her fangs extended. It took a supreme effort not to 
bite the girl right there.

Janette climbed off the limp Buffy and stood up. Moving to the bathroom, 
she washed off a towel and used it to clean Buffy's body. She then 
ordered Buffy to put on a t-shirt and panties. As she complied, Janette 
washed the towel off and hung it up to dry. She walked back into the 
room and knelt by Buffy. Like a mother with a child, she tucked Buffy 
underneath the covers and even fluffed up her pillow.

Janette leaned towards Buffy's ear and whispered. "Forget me. Forget any 
of this happened. Sleep. Sleep and awake with all this just a dream. 
Forget." Buffy slumped deeper into her bed as sleep took over. Janette 
kissed her on the cheek, then moved to the window and flew off.

As Janette flew, she thought about what Nicholas would say. She had let 
a Slayer live and had not fed. Any other vampire would consider that 
treasonous. Nicholas would probably consider it charitable. Janette 
considered it a night well spent.


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