The Second intallment of the Buffy tale laced with the music and mystique of Maxwell, as seen at The Musze Cafe fan-fiction website at home.earthlink.net/~svseymour. This site is not affiliated with Sony or Columbia Records
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Part Two
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Vivienne arrived at the house alone. Nona had told her that she would catch a ride home with Buffy and Cordillia. Upon entering the house she removed her blouse and raced upstairs, tossing the shirt on a nearby chair in her room. She welcomed the worn softness of her blue flannel shirt, and then peeled off her pareo skirt also tossing it in the chair. She donned a pair of blue drawstring pants and freed her hair from the french twist. Even though she wore the outfit for Jack, she felt good in her familiar clothes. She removed her make-up, grabbed her schoolbag and sat on the bed, pulling out her Anatomy book. She tried to concentrate on the paragraphs highlighted in glaring yellow, but her eyes wandered to the 8 X 10 glossy of Jack on her door. She wished she was with him. The attraction was so strong at the dance. She started to wonder if he would call her, or if would even remember her. She tried to dismiss the thought from her mind and continued to study. He'll meet another woman who might satisfy his needs, a plastic but striking beauty, she thought. An hour had passed and Vivenne's mind juggled Anatomy notes and thoughts of Jack. Her eyes grew heavy with sleep. She looked at the clock which read 12:25. Jack would start in a few minutes she thought, groggy from looking at the pages of her textbook. She reached for the clock and set it for an hour from the time. She laid down, snuggling against the softness of her jersey pillowcase and drifted into a peaceful sleep.
Destiny's was an establishment owned and occupied by the undead. As Jack and the rest of the band tuned their instruments, the talked about how it's dive bar look reminded them of the faux roadhouse decor the yuppies would pay for in uptown Manhattan. It was 1 am when they were ready to play. He started the band with the slow, pulsating beat of "The Hush" Jack's smooth falsetto voice floated like a breeze in the bar and the even the most heartless and ruthless of the embraced couldn't resist, and from afar . . . Vivienne. She was annoyed that the loud music disturbed her rest. The smooth, familiar beat of "The Hush" thumped violently in her ears. She abruptly arose and raced to the wall adjacent to Nona's room.
"Nona, turn that music down!" she yelled. The sound rose to near deafening instead of fall to near silence. "NONA!" she screamed again, racing out of her room and angrily throwing open her sister's door, only to see an empty room short of a well made bed and adolescent baubles. She left the threshold and searched the hall, even though she subconsciously knew her sister wasn't in the house.
"Nona?" Even her own voice was drowned out by Jack's musical proposition. She raced downstairs into the kitchen. The music finally ceased in her mind, but the silence in her dark house was near deafening. She couldn't hear her own footsteps as they moved with stealth and caution through the dark kitchen. She felt a coldness in her lower abdomen which was instantly warmed with the caress of long, tapered fingers. A strong hand firmly gripped her shoulder and sweet breath laced with her name stroked her neck.
"Vivienne". She heard the familiarity of the voice and felt cold lips nibbling her ear lobe followed by the heat of a soft tongue. She whirled around quickly only to be greeted by blackness laced with shards of moonlight.
"JACK?" She raced though the house crying out his name.
"Jack, where are you?" she shouted. "What are you doing in my house?" Her chase led her to the stair case. Her lips were abruptly muffled by a strong, deep kiss. Her head was suddenly pulled back to catch a lightening speed glimpse of dark, enveloping eyes that flashed a lustful gleam. Her head was forced to his chest where she tasted the metallic flavor of his Ankh choker, which reminded her of blood.
"This is what I'm doing here." he whispered seductively.
"What?" she pushed his body away. He disappeared from her sight, but she could hear him. "'Til the Cops come Knockin'" crept into her mind as she ran up the stairs. The house grew to an unseasonable cold for California weather, but every part that he touched, burned her skin and heated her soul. She raced into her room, pulling herself together, nearly tearing off her flannel shirt, placing her hands to her ears. She tripped and fell back on her bed. Jack fell on her as well, covering her soft brown face with icy kisses, stroking every inch of her torso with hot fingers paying the most attention to her stomach. She succumbed to him for a moment, taking a long deep kiss that nearly drained her.
"No!" she cried. She returned to her senses and pushed him away. Again, he mysteriously disappeared. Vivienne held her ears, trying to tune out his seductive lyrics. Her insides were white-hot; she broke out in a sweat. She panted heavily, ripping every stitch of her clothing. She raced to her closet and pulled out a long white, transluscent gown. She grabbed a towel, wiping the sweat from her body and slipped on the dress. She pulled back her wild hair into a neat pony tail that was held with a barrette decorated with tiny pink and white shells. The music still burned in her ears, but it no longer drove her to madness...it controlled her.
Cordillia leisurely drove her friends down Main Street. She hoped to drop everyone off but in light of Nona's ranting after Buffy told her about Jack, home would not be anyone's final destination.
"Are you guys on crack?" Nona cried. "Vampires don't exist! You've been reading too many Poppy Z. Brite novels!" Angel took a deep breath and tried to explain his revelation.
"I know it's hard to believe but I knew Jack over a century ago...I'm a vampire myself" he started.
"You're one of those freaky goth-kids aren't you?" she said smartly. "Gimmie a break you probably never heard of him until tonight!"
"Nona, listen to me, Sunnydale is crawling with vampires. Jack is one of them, Angel would know better than anyone..."
"Because he's a vampire...HELLO, they do not exist!" she said smartly. As they were about to turn the corner, they were cut off by a white convertible speeding down the street. Nona noticed a woman in white behind the wheel. She recognized who she was.
"That's Viv!" she gasped. They watched her speed down the street towards a two way road, she veered to the right side, disappearing down the dark, tree-lined road.
"Where the hell is she going? I thought she had mid-terms to study for!" she said. The car was silent for a moment, save Angel taking a deep breath before he spoke.
"I know where she's going." his voice was low and solemn. "Cordillia, follow her down the road." He quickly turned to Nona. His face was in its distorted, vampiric form and she screamed at his grotesque form.
"You don't think vampires exist?" he said. "I'm going to take you to their hang out!"
The patrons swayed to Jack's music as if he were the pied piper. As Jack sang the bridge to "'Til the Cops Come Knockin'", a brown, feminine figure in white had entered the bar gingerly strolling through the threshold, slowly approaching the stage. Jack continued to croon to the audience, dropping to his knees as he sang the final chorus of the song. He rolled around the stage and Vivienne stroked every inch of his body with her fingers. As the instrumental continued he leapt from the stage and grabbed her hands, placing them over her head as they swayed to the music. She rubbed cheeks against his furry chest, glistening with sweat. He pulled her closely toward her, grinding his hips into hers and pressing his lips against hers. He felt ecstacy that had been foreign to him for centuries. He nearly shivered upon touching her warm skin. He was so enraptured by the feel of her body and the taste of her sweet lips that he ignored the ruckus by the door. He vaguely heard the bouncer at the door demanding ID to a group of unfamiliar patrons, nor did he hear the scream followed by the crash into the wall, with a voice yelling after him:
"I've got your ID right here!" Buffy smoothed her hair back as she entered the bar with Angel and the rest of the them following behind them. Nona pushed past them and saw her sister in the crowd. Angel grabbed her arm but she wrenched free and made her way through the sea of undead.
"Viv!" she cried out to her sister. Vivienne ignored her cry as she continued to dance with Jack, who glared at her for interrupting them. Nona called to her again. Vivienne slowly broke from her trance and turned around. She spotted Nona in the crowd, and suddenly felt disoriented. She looked around at the unfamiliar club, and looked down at her dress, which she couldn't remember putting on.
"Nona...?" She tried to say something else but was silenced by a strong hand over her mouth. She felt another pair of hands grab her ankles and hoist her upwards. She struggled to break free, desperately trying to scream. Nona pushed through the crowd and tried to stop Langois and Rampaul from taking her away. She jumped on Rampaul's back, punching and slapping his head. He flung her off of him as if she were an insect. Her fall was broken by Angel, who swiftly landed a punch to Rampaul's face. Jack summoned Etienne and Vashad from the stage. Etienne leapt from the stage with his saxophone, charging at Angel. Buffy landed in front of him and landed a high kick to his stomach. Rampaul kept a firm grip on Vivienne despite the pain in his face. He had a chance to re-group with Langois since Vashad kept Angel occupied.
"Take her back to the house, now!." he hissed. She continued to struggle until Jack approached her an placed two fingers on her forehead. She fell motionless upon his touch.
"Get her out of here now, I'll meet you all back at the house!". Vashad had subdued Angel and had Nona in a hammer lock.
"What about the girl?" he asked. Jack stared at Nona, intrigued by the fire in her eyes that tried to hide her fear as she struggled. He stoked his goatee, darting his dark eyes in thought.
"Kill her." he said coolly. Nona screamed and tried doggedly to break free from his grasp. Her cries were near deafening as he bore his fangs to pierce her young neck. His attempt was thwarted when Buffy landed a Karate chop to his neck. It subdued him temporarily as she lifted Angel to his feet, where he finished the job by body slamming him to the floor. The entire bar had broken into a full time brawl. Angel fought through the crowd to reach Jack who headed backstage.
"Jack!" he screamed after him. Buffy stood closely behind him, ready to attack at a moment's notice. Jack stopped and turned around slowly. His face was in human form, but his eyes burned when his saw him.
"Where's is she, Jack?" he asked. Jack ignored him and continued backstage.
"Don't do it, don't take her!", he started. "I've been there Jack, and I suffered the consequences. Remember Arielle, Jean Jaques, remember her!". Jack looked him up and down he slowly took a few steps back, giving him an arrogant smirk.
"Watch and learn." he hissed, swiftly disappearing backstage. Buffy tried to push past him but he held her back with his arm.
"We have to stop him!" she yelled.
"We've gotta retreat! He won't hurt her yet. But we have to get out of here and find out where he's taking her." The two of them fought their way through the crowd. Angel told Buffy to gather the others and meet him outside.
They waited outside for about 20 minutes. Angel surfaced from the bar; his vampire face was bruised and bleeding. He staggered towards the car; Buffy ran up to him to help him.
"I found out where he's taken her.", he said. "They're headed for a beach house along the coastal highway and hour and a half from here."
"What about Vashad?", Buffy asked.
"It was either him or me." he said wearily. Nona jumped off the hood of the car, ready to leave.
"C'mon let's go find them!" she said.
"Not now. Angel said quickly. That's what he'll anticipate. We have to wait a few hours before we go after them.
"A few hours!?", she cried. "She could be dead by then!"
"He won't sire her yet. I'm sure of it. He'll sire her after you and the rest of your family are dead." Nona backed away from him. Her eyes started filing with tears.
"Don't worry, we'll get her back. We have to do it in a few hours when he won't expect it." He signaled them to get in the car. After Buffy entered the car before him, Angel told Cordillia to head back to Buffy's house.
Jack walked into the master bedroom which was decorated in Victorian chic. The curtains were virginal white with a hint of french silk lace. The queen-sized bed was dressed with white lacy pillow shams and frilly coverlets. The crystal vases were filled with black roses the he sniffed gingerly. There were silver picture frames and a silver comb and brush set on the vanity table. The sound of undulating sea broke the ghastly silence. The room looked primed for a night of love . . . save a teary eyed beauty in silken white ropes. Vivienne was suspended over the bed with her hands held with the silk ropes and one of two straight pieces hanging from a hook. She was halfway covered by mosquito net made from Victorian muslin. She was a beautiful sight, in spite of the tears, he thought to himself. He lifted himself from the ground and flew toward her. Her eyes widened with horror from the feat. He placed his hands around her waist.
"Daddy's home, petite.", his whisper was mocking and sinister. He pulled an object from his pocket and removed his jacket, revealing his transluscent black shirt. She feared him, yet she couldn't resist his furtive gaze into her tearful eyes as he ran the foreign object through his wild mane of ebony tresses. He held up the object, which was the base of his switchblade and retracted the long sharp knife. She screamed upon the sight of the blade and stiffened her body as he ran the knife across her chest. The blade had been unusually warm and undeniably soothing as he stroked it across the thin straps of her white gown.
"Please don't kill me!" she babbled, although she knew her request would never be met. Jack produced a laugh that was low and guttural. He traced her arms with the blade's tip, cutting the part of the rope that hung on the hook. She slid down through his legs and fell with a thud on the bed. He slowly lowered himself on top of her, straddling her body.
"Ma chere, ma petite Vivienne" he whispered as he traced her cheek with the blade tip. He pierced her flawless brown cheek and slowly, large gem of blood flowed forth. She screamed as he pierced her flesh, but the screams melted in gasps of rapture as he kissed the puncture until the flesh returned to its flawless state. The soft, slurping noise made her body tingle. Jack could feel her nipples harden under his chest and her pelvis titling and undulating under him.
"You can't handle it, can you?" he said, tracing her neck with his fingers. "You know a vampire's touch is ten times more rapturous than a human's." He traced the curve of her cleavage; her skin burned under his touch. A small tear flowed down her cheek due to his unbearable touch.
"Mercy! Oh God, mercy!" she cried. Jack sat up from her, viewing her face. "Mercy? MERCY!?" His laugh was wild; inhuman. He threw his head and faced upward, send mocking laughter to the heavens loud enough for her God to hear. He threw himself upon her, grabbing her tied wrists.
"Where was MY mercy, baby? Where was the mercy you showed me?"
"What are you talking about?", she cried, again spilling tears of fright from her eyes.
"Were you even THINKING about mercy when you came to me, they way you seduced me with your admiration, the way you smiled at me, your eyes, they way you moved around so seductive, so coy . . .?" He quickly cut the rope binding her wrists, but her wrists would be bound again my his strong, burning hands. He pressed his lips onto hers, gorging himself on every drop of sweetness they provided. His kiss were now laced with gentleness, nibbling on her bottom lip. They moaned softly, hearing each other's moans made the passion they felt inside erupt. He lifted her torso until she sat upright. She broke free of his grasp and dug her nails into his shoulders and back, ripping the flimsy material and raking in tiny scratches, which disappeared shortly after they were made. He moved his kiss to her neck. Her skin tingled as his soft mane touched her face. She nearly jumped from the heat of his lips on her smooth neck. The pain she started to feel was like two sharp pins. She could feel her warm blood trickle down her back, and felt life slowly drain from her, but this bestial act felt more passionate, carnal and more sensual than any form of penetration a mortal man could give her. She arched her back, letting out a scream so primal and climactic that Jack's body quivered and rocked with ecstacy. He drank his fill of her sweet blood and she lay limp in his arms, exhausted from a strange feeling of afterglow. He placed her down gently. Her eyes were closed, her breath was shallow, yet she rested peacefully. Jack wiped traces of blood from his mouth, licking his fingers. He panted heavily, wiping away the film of perspiration from his forehead. He gazed at her limp frame, resting quietly in some form of twisted peace.
"There is your mercy" he whispered softly. He slowly raised his hand to caress her face, tracing the curve of her cheekbones and the soft contours of her chin with his finger. The first phase was complete, but the second could not come to fruition until he knew that she would give him total devotion. She could not share her love, not among friends, family, no one, only him. His finger moved down to her neck, patting the two gaping wounds in her neck and oozed lightly with blood and stained the pure white hue of the pillowcase. His hunger was sated, but he wanted more of her blood out of pure greed. He bent his head slightly, contemplating if he should take any more from her, when he heard a knock on the door. He rose slowly from her body, strolling toward the door controlling his annoyance of the interruption. The knocking was continuous and frantic. Jack grabbed the doorknob and flew the door open. Etienne and Rampaul stood in the threshold, their faces were bruised and bloody from the brawl at the bar.
"Jack, we've got problems." Rampaul cried. Jack scanned the two of them, glowering at them for the disturbance.
"Vashad is dead!" Rampaul said. "The European killed him after telling him where we were." Jack's dark eyes widened. He paced the floor for a moment, running his fingers through his thick hair, cursing to himself.
"They could be here at any moment." said Etienne, boldly taking two steps towards him. "What do we do, fight or flee?" Jack continued to curse and tug at his hair, but then suddenly stopped and stared at the two of them.
"We practice." he said coolly. "We've got that meeting with Epic records tomorrow."
"But..." said Etienne
"We'll deal with them when they get here. They'll be easy to handle with or without the European Angelus."
"Was he the one who tried to take Arielle away from you?" Rampaul asked
"Yes, and it won't happen again!" he growled. "No go down to the basement and start setting up. I'll be down in minute. The two men affirmed his command and left the room. Jack returned to Vivienne and gently sat down beside her. He pushed away stray tresses from her face. He reached behind her head and unfastened the barrette. He placed the barrette on the night table and ran his fingers through his hair. She stirred and moaned softly under his touch. She opened her eyes. He saw that the soft brown hue was gone and cold, lifeless blackness replaced it. He slipped his hand under the back of her head and lifted it slowly like a newborn. His slipped his other arm under her torso lifting her until she sat halfway upright.
"Vivienne?" he whispered slowly. He was so close to her that she could feel his breath as he called her. She nodded her head slowly, acknowledging that she heard him.
"Do you love me?" he asked
"Yes." she answered weakly.
"Say it." his whisper was low and bestial
"I love you." she said softly
"Say it again."
"I love you."
"Again!"
"I love you." He could feel her weakening as she strained to say the words. He knew thatif he didn't sire her soon, she could die. But he must be the only one, he couldn't share her. He must have her total devotion.
The group decided to rendezvous at Nona's house around 4:30. Dawn would creep along around 6 a.m. The loaded their weapons, crosses, holy water, everything needed to defeat the undead. Angel joined them, ignoring Buffy's objection because unlike Jack, he could not survive in the sunlight. The ride was quiet as they headed for the beach house along the costal highway in Xander's van. Buffy still displayed her disapproval that Angel joined them. He expected the rescue to be swift, and didn't fear the consequences of the sun's rays as much as she did. They reached the beach house a few minutes before dawn. The pulled around the back and saw a door that lead to the lower level of the house. Nona used a pair of pliers to break the chain that locked the door. She slowly opened it and crept in, trying not to make the slightest noise. She saw six oak coffins on stands as she moved further into the basement and screamed. Buffy shushed her quickly and went to one of the coffins. She opened it and saw that it was empty. Willow , Xander and Nona also opened the coffins only to find the vessels empty.
"I don't understand." she whispered. "I thought they slept in coffins at sunrise."
"Not always, but if they didn't why would they leave empty ones in the basement?" said Buffy as she scanned the room for anything that hinted suspicion. The basement also looked spotless, and very dark with a few sunbeams peeking out from cracks in the boarded windows.
"You know you really should stop believing everything you see in the movies." a low voice boomed in the room. The all turned to the small staircase that lead to an exit and saw Jack standing against the door with a large pole in his hand that was sharpened at the end. Angel approached him cautiously, in full vampiric form.
"Where's is she Patelle?" he demanded. He made his way to the stairs. Jack jumped three of it's six steps downward and kicked him backwards. He fell with a hard thud on the floor.
"You, stay the hell away from her!" he growled as he charged towards him with the pole. With lightening speed, Angel stopped the sharpened end from reaching his chest. He pushed it upwards and Jack stumbled back, but quickly re-gained his footing and punched him in the jaw. The two of them wrestled against the wall for a moment when Jack shoved Angel away, causing him to loose balance and fall. He grabbed the pole again and tried to pierce his heart, but Buffy intercepted the pole with the high kick breaking it into thirds. She pummeled him with a few punches and kicks until she felt herself being lifted by the back of her shirt and then hoisted towards the wall. She looked around quickly and saw Vivienne, transformed into a ghoulish, vampiric form She pulled Angel from off the floor and punched him repeatedly in the stomach.
"Viv, stop it, let him go!" Nona cried. She ran towards, her trying to stop the attack. Vivienne snatched her by the neck with one hand. She struggled under her grasp, but started to weaken as her grip tightened the more she struggled. She tried to pry her fingers away but her superhuman strength made it impossible. Jack approached them slowly, he fangs flashing in an evil grin.
"Kill her, my love, kill them all, and we'll be together forever!" he hissed. She heard the cries of her sister as she struggled to break free of her grip. She dropped her suddenly and picked up a sharpened third of the pole from the floor. She raised in the air as if she were about to plunge it in Angel's heart. Jack crept behind her, commanding her to plunge it in his body. She speedily turned to him, her right leg flew into the air and landed in a roundhouse kick to his face. Jack lost his balance and fell against the wall where Vivienne immediately delivered a punch to the stomach and another to his face. She jammed the pole next to his head, half an inch away from his neck. Jack reeled back in shock from her sudden turn.
"I'm only going to say this once." she hissed. "Get out of Sunnydale and don't come back!" He couldn't understand how his hold on her had diminished. He looked at her with wide, human eyes, almost fearful of the fire that raged in her feline, vampiric eyes.
"But...Vivienne..." he tried to search for the words. He didn't know why he feared her at this moment, but it was prevalent.
"I love you..."
"No one hurts my family!" she growled. "Leave now, and I'll let you live!" Jack started to become calm and looked into her eyes despite her anger. His lips curled to an evil, defiant grin.
"Very well, if that's what you want." he said coolly. He quickly vanished into the shadows of the basement; it became deathly quiet. Buffy scrambled over to help the Angel and Nona from the floor. She stared at Vivienne in awe. It was the first she saw anyone resist the vampiric spell under their own will. The choker was still on her neck. The charm took on a dim glow. All of them gawked at the charm as it glowed brighter and suddenly exploded with tiny bits of gems landing in her chest like shrapnel. She screamed upon the feeling the painful shards digging into her skin. She doubled over in pain, moaning and holding her stomach. She started to writhe on the floor in agony; and the there was a low tremor in the basement.
"An earthquake, at a time like this?" Xander said.
"He's making the basement collapse!", yelled Angel as he hurriedly took off his black coat and wrapped it around Vivienne, who was screaming for the pain she felt in her stomach. The basement walls started to crumble and chunks of ceiling fell down upon them. They heard the echo of Jack's laughter as they barely escaped the basement. The quickly piled into the car. Angel suffered a burn his arm from the sunlight due to his coat covering Vivienne. The sunlight would have damaged her, since she was in a transition of mortal and vampire, even more than a five inch, minor burn on his arm. Xander speedily started the car and sped off into the highway, to the safety of their home.
Nona had to look after her during the weekend. She was still pale, she hadn't eaten in two days, and slept in hourly spurts. She had tiny scars in upper chest from the charm exploding on her neck, which she couldn't bear to look at. Vivienne stayed in bed most of the time, trying to forget...trying to believe, the events of the past few days. She tried to forget Jack, but it was difficult because she knew he was still alive. Perhaps he left California like she demanded, perhaps he was lurking in the shadows at night, finding some way to possess her again. She was relieved, yet saddened by the results of his pursuit. She could have loved him, and would have if he hadn't been greedy and tried to destroy those she already loved. The movie, Dracula, flashed across her television, but she was vaguely aware of it. Nona knocked on the threshold to get her attention, she entered the room with Buffy and Xander behind her. She slowly turned toward the television, catching the last few minutes of the movie.
"How do you feel?" Nona asked
"Tired." she said softly, as she buried her head into her pillow. Buffy approached her and placed a small white packet next to her night table.
"Giles told me it would help you get over the vampire infection." she said softly.
"Thanks." she answered quickly, barely paying attention to what she said.
"I see you're watching Dracula." Xander tried to lift the dead, silent vibe that dominated the room.
"I thought it would make me feel better." she said glibly. She halfheartedly watched the film, until it reached the end where the vampire was destroyed and Lucy had been released form the curse. The cape remained on the mast for a moment, and then flew away in the breeze. Lucy formed a small grin as the cape flew away, she knew that he was still alive. Chills ran up Vivienne's spine as she saw the scene. She lived the scene; the cape flew away, but she did not feel relief, because she knew, at any moment her vampire could return.
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