Unstoppable Pt. 2

A couple hours later the Library has emptied out and I find Giles stuck in what looked like a positively ancient book. Leaning over his shoulder, I raise an eyebrow as I read what looks to be a giant Atlas of Demons.

"Oh now, I don't think you'll find me in there."

The Watcher jumps in his chair and whirls around, eyes wide as he immediately stands up and puts the table between the two of us. He's regaining his composure even as he swallows thickly, "I didn't hear you approaching."

I smile at that, showing off my teeth even as I look down at the book he's left behind, idly flipping through the pages and speed reading about the different types of demons, "No, you wouldn't. I'm very quiet when I want to be."

Giles takes off his glasses and begins to clean them, something I'm beginning to recognize is a nervous tic for him, even as he keeps his tone entirely casual, "I don't suppose you'll just tell me who you are."

I grin, "I already gave you my name Rupert! But I suppose if you don't like that one, you can call me the Master."

Giles instantly tenses up at that, "That's not possible. The Master is dead."

I frown as I realize someone has usurped my favorite title already in this universe, "Is he now? Tell me about him."

I would have compelled it from him, but he's been avoiding my eyes this entire time. Smart little bugger, though it wouldn't really help if I truly wanted to compel him. Still, he answers regardless, clearing his throat, "Well, The Master was a vampire, a very powerful and ancient vampire who was prophesied to end the world. He was stopped, killed, and his bones were shattered into a million fragments. I watched it happen."

"Huh. Well he sounds like a bit of a dick. Don't worry Rupert, I'm nothing like that guy! For starters, I have a soul!" I punctuate that statement by putting a hand over my chest and smiling pleasantly.

I receive a deadpan look from Giles for my trouble, "You'll forgive me if I find that hard to believe."

I let out an over-dramatic sigh, "So hurtful Rupert. Maybe I won't forgive you! What if I take offense?"

As I lean over the table, grinning, my eyes turn gold and black and my fangs come down, giving the Watcher a very close look at the split second look he'd had at my features earlier. He steps back and pulls out a cross. I don't react to it, beyond raising an eyebrow, "… Is that supposed to do something?"

He looks between me and the cross for a second before clearing his throat, "Yes… well…" Suddenly dropping the cross, he makes a sprint for the cage behind him. Of course, I'm already there, standing between him and whatever he wants from inside the metal locker. He skids to a stop, body tense as he prepares to try to run, but begins to realize how ridiculously useless that would be.

Even as I'm watching him weigh his options, I just quirk my lips in a small smile and step aside, giving him access to the locker. He pauses for only a moment before moving past me and opening it up quickly, grabbing the already loaded crossbow inside and bringing it to bear on me.

I raise both eyebrows at that, "Rupert, didn't the children already tell you what affect the stake had on me? Is there really any point to this beyond making me angry?"

He steels his resolve as he aims for my center of mass, "Yes, well that stake wasn't doused in Holy Water."

With that snappy one liner, he fires at me. I catch the bolt of course, and before his eyes I run my fingers along it, to show that the holy water it was dipped in has no effect on me. And then I toss it back at him, throwing it hard enough for it to embed deep in the metal locker behind him. He follows it with his eyes, body turning to see what I'd done, before he looks back at me.

I just grin, "Now Rupert, I'm going to give you a nice big hint. I'm not a demon. I haven't even met a demon yet, though I'm sure I will very soon. All I need to know from you, is Buffy Summer's location."

It seems that Giles isn't done yet though, as he drops the crossbow and pulls a sizable battle-axe from the locker door next to him. With an honest to god battle cry he steps forward and swings the large steel axe at my shoulder. I catch it in the palm of my hand of course, frowning as it cuts slightly in, but the majority of its momentum is stopped from my fingers pressing on either side of it.

"Rupert, this course of action is very ill-advised. There's nothing in that locker that can kill me." I punctuate that statement by pulling the axe forcibly from Giles' grip and tossing it aside, letting it land with a loud clatter on the ground, "Now, I would appreciate an answer to my question."

The resolve and steel is mostly gone from the part-time Librarian at this point, but that doesn't stop him from answering my question with another question, "What do you want with Buffy?"

"Well she's the Slayer isn't she?! The Vampire Slayer for the full title, but really she kills just about everything that goes bump in the night doesn't she? I'm just curious. Not every day one gets to meet a universe's 'Chosen One' is it?"

Giles straightens up visibly, "Well that's too bad, because she's gone. And I have no idea where she is, thankfully. I hope it stays that way."

I can't help but chuckle, "Ah Rupert, hope is such a fleeting thing. She'll come back, and soon at that. After all, she's the main character!"

This causes no small amount of confusion in Giles as he furrows his brow, "What?"

Still smiling, I ignore the question and turn away, towards the library exit, "Mm, well this was fun, but it's almost lunch time, and I'm feeling a bit peckish. We'll talk again soon I'm sure. Good luck on figuring out what I am, I'm not in any book you own."

With those parting words I'm through the Library doors and looking for my next meal.

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I didn't get more than a few feet out of the Library before running into a young woman, quite literally. I catch her by the shoulders before she can fall and say, "Whoa now, where are you off to in such a hurry?"

She blinks at me as I release her, and her eyes move up and down my body blatantly, before she smiles brightly, "Well, I needed a book from the Library… are you new here? I don't think we've ever met."

I chuckle, my cheeks dimpling as I smile back, "Yes, it's my first day on the job, I'm the new Assistant Librarian. Not exactly the most exciting work, but it pays the bills. What class do you teach?"

She pauses at that before smiling a bit wider, "O-oh, I'm not a teacher, I'm a senior."

I raise my eyebrows at that, "Well now, you're certainly mature for a senior. Where are my manners though, my name is Vali, Vali Masters. It's a pleasure to meet you…"

As I hold out a hand, she takes it and shakes easily, her tone proper and pompous as she introduces herself, "Cordelia Chase, a pleasure Mr. Masters."

I take her hand in mine and kiss the back of it even as I looked into her eyes and compel her, "Charmed darling. Now, come with me and let's get a bite to eat."

Her eyes glaze over and her face turns vacant as she says "okay" And lets me lead her away from the Library doors. Finding an empty janitor's closet is made easier when I just have Cordelia direct me to the closest one. Soon enough we're alone together in a dimly lit room.

Cordelia glances around and furrows her brow, "There's no food in here Mr. Masters…"

Drawing her attention, I smile as I show off my fangs. My hand comes up and clasps over her mouth before she can even get the breath in her to scream, her eyes widening dramatically as she stares at me in abject terror, "Shhh, calm down now sweetheart. You're going to be very quiet while I feed off you. Don't worry, it doesn't hurt. It actually feels quite wonderful, the most arousing sensation you've ever experienced."

I pull her relaxed body back against my chest and brush her hair away from her neck. She shivers slightly as my mouth comes down and I suckle at the tender flesh between her shoulder and throat for a long moment, before piercing her skin and drinking from her. Her knees buckle as I do so, my compulsion making the experience truly the most pleasurable she'd ever had as I ran my hands over her covered curves.

She actually climaxed after a few moments, shuddering in my grasp even as I pulled my fangs from her neck as the orgasm wracked her and held her boneless body against my chest. She was gasping for breath as I chuckle and pet her hair, "See? Your body knows what it wants Cordelia. You enjoyed that. Now, I think it's only right you return the favor, isn't it?"

I turn her around and push her down to her knees, taking hold of her hair so she'll look up at me. I smile down at her even as she arrives at crotch level, "Now Cordelia, I think you know what I want you to do. After watching you cream yourself like a blushing virgin, I think I deserve a bit of satisfaction, don't you?"

Cordelia reaches up and carefully undoes my jeans, fishing my cock from my pants. I can't tell if she's more aroused or afraid at this point, the two scents warring with one another even as she stroked up and down, watching with wide eyes as it grew bigger and longer in her hands.

Petting her hair as she does so, my smile turns into a wicked grin, "That's a good girl. Now take it into your mouth and uses your hands to pleasure yourself."

She whimpers but does so, reaching down and hiking up her dress to expose her soaked panties, her lips slowly wrapping around the head of my prick, even as her fingers begin to play with her clit and slit. Her fear is receding in the face of the pleasure I'm forcing her to inflict on herself, even as she gets into sucking me off, her mouth moving up and down my cock, her tongue swirling around it in ways that make it clear she has some experience with this.

I chuckle and let her keep what false control she thinks she has of the situation, just casually petting her head as she works. Cordelia Chase… the name sounded familiar, was she one of the gang? From what I remembered of the stories I read, the 'gang' wasn't part of the in crowd, and this girl practically screamed 'Queen Bee'. Ah well, I'd find out later.

As time went by and I watched my current playmate bring herself to orgasm after orgasm, she clearly began to grow frustrated as her skillful mouth failed to bring any results regarding my own release. I had been close for a bit, but my self-control meant I didn't cum until I wanted to. I considered claiming her mouth wasn't good enough, pulling her to her feet, and bending her over to fuck her against the wall, but decided there was always time for that later.

Gripping her hair again, I brought her eyes up to mine and smiled as I compelled her again, "Here it comes love, make sure to swallow every drop. You're going to enjoy the taste, it'll be the most delicious thing you've ever drank... almost addictive."

She redoubled her efforts at that, managing to swallow over half of my length down her throat even as I groaned and tipped over the edge, strings of my seed filling her mouth, which she then proceeded to dutifully swallow down as I'd commanded. She grew eager to do so after a moment, as the flavor was absolutely heavenly to her aroused, dazed and most importantly, compelled mind.

Once I was done, I pulled out of her mouth and tucked my cock away, zipping up even as she just knelt there on the floor, clearly it a loss, still dazed and looking up at me for more instructions. I smile down at her, "Stand up Cordelia. You're going to want to skip the rest of the day I think, go home and get cleaned up."

As she does so, straightening out her dress, I take her chin in hand and look in her eyes, though I refrain from compulsion this time, "Tell whoever you want about what we just did Cordelia. I hope that you can understand the… consequences for doing so though. I would hate to kill such a beautiful blossoming flower like you."

She shivered, the fear back in full force as she nodded. I released her and she made quick time in slipping from the enclosed space and out into the school hall. I grinned and waited a few moments before following. I had one more thing to do at the High school before I left it behind for the day.

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Having gotten Buffy's address from her file easily enough, I found myself outside her house hours later. Her mother was home alone, and I couldn't help the small smile as I made my way to the front door.

Wiping the smile from my face and adopting a properly somber expression, I ring the door bell and clasp my hands in front of me. Joyce opens the door shortly, looking at me with curiousity, "Yes?"

"Joyce Summers? I have news about your daughter, Buffy. May I come in?"

Joyce's eyes widened at her daughter's name and she quickly steps to the side, beckoning me inside, "Of course, come in! What is it, what's happened?"

As I slowly step over the threshold now that Joyce has given me an invite, I look around and a slow smile creeps on my face, "I have good news Ms. Summers. Your daughter will come home soon, I'm sure of it. If she doesn't show up in the next week, I'll go looking for her myself."

Joyce sounds concerned as she responds to me, "I'm sorry, I don't think I understand. How can you know Buffy will come home? Why would you go looking for her? Who are you?"

I chuckle as I turn away from my examination of the house and face Joyce. I've let my vamp face creep out and I look positively monstrous as I grin with rows of sharp teeth, "Well Joyce, that's the bad news. See I'm a monster and the only thing that was keeping me out of your home was a lack of an invite. Thanks for that by the way."

Joyce's eyes widen and she tenses up, but I'm between her and the door in an instant. She turns and runs for the back door, only to find me there as well, long before she can reach it. Now we face off in the kitchen, where in a fit of desperation, Joyce grabs a rather large steak knife. I just raise an eyebrow at her, "Really? Do you think that's going to do anything to me? … Are you not in the know? About the whole, 'your daughter's a slayer' thing?"

Joyce held the knife with both hands directly in front of herself, pointing it at me as she kept the island in the center of the kitchen between the two of us, "I k-know. D-don't come any closer. W-what do you want with my daughter?"

I smile even as I come around the counter, prompting her to slowly edge along the other side. I roll my eyes and stop again, "I just want to meet her Joyce, truly. I've read a lot about her."

As Joyce furrows her brow at that, still trying to move away from me while keeping her eyes on me, I flash forward, coming to a stop right in front of her and catching her with my hands, grabbing her wrists before she can stab me with the knife.

Looking into her terrified eyes, I can't help but be playful, "Now Joyce, I have a strict one freebie rule. So I'm going to let you go in a second, and you'll get one chance to stab that knife where ever you want. One chance to kill me, or stun me so you can escape. Ready? Go!"

I release her hands, and to Joyce's credit, she only pauses for a split second before I find the large steak knife buried in the front of my throat. I'm actually rather proud of her ruthless brutality, even as I choke on the blood that suddenly fills my throat from having it skewered straight through. Joyce stumbles back with wide eyes, as if she can't believe what she's done.

Her eyes get wider still as I smile with bloodstained teeth and slowly reach up, grasping the hilt of the knife carefully and pulling it free. Stabbing the knife deep into the counter behind me, I look at Joyce as my throat heals in seconds. Spitting a glob of blood to the side I can't help chuckling, "Joyce, that was the moment when you should have run."

She does so belatedly, turning and aiming for the front door again but I follow faster than human eyes can track, grabbing her roughly by her hair and pulling her back against my chest, a hand wrapping around her waist as I nuzzle her neck, "Darling, look what you've done with your brutality. Now I'm all horny."

She shudders violently but still manages to speak, "P-please… do what you want with me, but don't hurt Buffy. She's my daughter…"

I can't help but inhale through my nose at that, flaring my nostrils and breathing in her scent as I reply, "Ah, you've discovered my one true weakness Ms. Summers. Beautiful women begging little ole me to grant their deepest wishes."

Spinning Joyce around I hold her at armslength as I grin, "I'm going to do whatever I want because there's no one to stop me. I have plans for your daughter, but don't worry, I won't hurt her… much."

Before Joyce can reply I initiate compulsion, "Now, she will return soon and when she does, you and her will have a happy little reunion. Everything will be wonderful, and then at some point you're going to tell her that the Master wants a word with her, or you'll be forced to kill yourself. Do it when you're holding something sharp, like that nice big steak knife you buried in my throat earlier. Tell her that the Master will be waiting for her in the School Library, at her convenience."

Joyce is hyperventilating a bit in my grasp, "K-kill myself?"

I chuckle and continue the compulsion, "Well not really, but she doesn't get to know that! Whenever you two are in the kitchen together next, and you're holding a knife, you'll go into a trance like hypnotic state, and tell her that if she doesn't leave immediately to find the Master, you've been ordered to cut your throat! It'll be real dramatic and what not. Oh, and not a word about it beforehand!"

As the compulsion fully takes hold, Joyce almost collapses to the ground, only my hold on her really keeping her on her feet, "W-why are you doing this?"

I smile, waiting until she seems to be more stable before releasing her and shrugging as I step towards the door, "Boredom mostly. For fun is another applicable reason. Really, while the ancient books on demons and myths in the Library are interesting, Sunnydale is much more boring than I thought it would be. I feel like I have to spice things up a bit! Get things moving along! It's like… we're at the beginning of a season of a TV show. And it's a really slow start up to get the plot going. I'm just making sure our viewers are kept entertained while everyone gets their acts together!"

Joyce is curled in on herself, barely keeping on her feet as she stares at me in horror, "Y-you're insane…"

I can't help but grin at that, once again showing off rows of sharp teeth, never actually having let go of my vamp face this entire time, "Well yes, yes I am. But really Joyce, put yourself in my shoes! I spent four thousand years being Lawful Evil! It got so tiresome! Now, I've got a chance to re-invent myself! I'm definitely thinking I'll be more Chaotic for the next few centuries, but will it be Chaotic Neutral of Chaotic Evil? Only time will tell!"

Joyce swallows thickly before throwing out a suggestion, "W-what about Chaotic Good?"

It startles me so much that I let out a laugh, "Oh! Joyce, you're adorable!"

I continue to chuckle even as I leave the Summer Home and walk off of the property and down the sidewalk. This world is going to be so fun!

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