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Dark Sorceress Series.	By : PatriciaRD Category: AtS/BtVS Crossovers > FemmeSlash - Female/Female Views: 2985 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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TITLE: First Blood.

SERIES: Dark Sorceress. Chapter Two.

AUTHOR: Patricia RD

EMAIL: patricia_rosemary@yahoo.com

PAIRING: Tara/Darla/Angelus. Tara/Dru. Tara/Angelus.

SPOILERS: Half of season 5 on Buffy, and 2 on Angel.

SUMMARY: Tara's first killing.

FEEDBACK: Makes me one happy writer.

DISCLAIMER: Not my characters. I just borrowed them for a little while.

RATING: NC-17 just to be on the safe side.

DISTRIBUTION: To Jade, who already has the first part. Anyone else just ask first please. I never say no. (to this I mean)

DEDICATED: To the two Sarahs. Hope you enjoy the killing.

NOTES: The song in this fic is "Unsaid Warning" by THC
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"The art of killing," Angelus says lighting a cigarette. "Now there's something to sink your fangs into, pardon the punch. You see, Tara, for the common vampire, killing is just about feeding, a quick snack, a quick fuck and you're done." He shook his head. "We're above them. Isn't that right, love?"

The four of us are sitting on a dark booth in Mambo's, an exclusive LA nightclub. The fourth person in our groups is Drusilla. She watches me in awe with mad eyes, sometimes whispering things that made no sense at all. Darla's told me all about her, how Angelus make her insane before killing her.

Makes me thankful of having Darla as my sire.

"I taught you well," Darla says as she leans closer to Angelus for a kiss, taking his cigarette in her fingers and crushing it in the ashtray. I smile, actually enjoying watching them together. The fact that both have a foot moving up and down my legs doesn't hurt either. The kiss turns into a full make out session as he moves a hand down the table, and I know where it's going before I hear Darla moaning. The feet keep moving so I can't complain. But Dru senses the exchange, and she gets jealous. Daddy's Little Girl wants to play.

I smile at her and offer her my hand, palm up. She takes it in her own marble hands and her long fingers move over lines on the palm.

"I see the power," she says with that childish voice of hers. "The Sorceress has join us. And the King of Hearts is so happy about it!" She jumps up and down in her seat, excited. When she finally calms down, she leans down on the booth and whispers, "They both want you tonight, you know. I'll be all alone because they want their new toy. I'm the discarded doll."

She lets my hand go and I almost feel sorry for her. I look back at Angelus. "You were saying?"

He stops kissing Darla, but his hands and feet remain pretty active

"Huh?"

"The Art of Killing," Darla reminds him. He rewards that with a move into her sensitive spot. I can smell her arousal from where I'm sitting. Tempting.

"As I was saying, killing is an art, Tara," Angelus says looking at the dancing crown. "Your first one should be special. Now why don't you and Dru go mix with the crowd? Feel around, choose someone. We'll be watching you."

No you won't. But I smile anyway, accepting Dru's hand once more and leaving our sires alone. We both chuckled, knowing what will happen once they're alone.

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*Are you seeing?

*Are you leading

*Are you running with your eyes closed?

*Always in danger of knowing

*Are you crying

*Are you hiding?

*Are you talking with your mind closed?

*Always in danger*

Dru and I dance for a while, arms around each other, hundreds of eyes devouring us. Men, they get a hard on over nothing. Some are just pathetic. I might as well give them something to dream about on these long, cold nights.

I move closer to Drusilla. She smells of jasmine and madness, she licks my cheek and says I taste of apricots. Romantic.

And then I see her.

She's at the bar, drinking a beer by herself. She's pretty, but not out of the ordinary pretty, just a nice girl. Petite, long brown hair that falls down her back, brown eyes, simple makeup. She's wearing a dark green tank top and and black slacks. Sweet beautiful girl, the world ahead of her.

And I want her.

Dru looks in the same direction I do and smiles. "Ooh, pretty," she says. "You should go play with her. midnight is coming and the rats will turn into snakes soon." She stays on the dance floor, happily dancing by herself.

I take a seat next to her and smiled. She smiles at me. She likes me. She's pretty, but stupid. After a few minutes of small talk I've convinced Sarah_ a simple, pretty name, just like her_ to join my friends and I on the table.

Angelus and Darla are sitting quietly next to each other. But they don't fool me. Darla's top is even backwards. Good thing we're in the darkest corner of the club.

"Guys," I say taking a seat with my prey. "This is Sarah. Sarah, my friends."

They're nice to her, asking her questions about where does she come from (Massachusetts), what does she do for a living (secretary) and what is she doing in LA (vacation). I barely listen, her life lacking of interest to me. What I care about is her death. Sarah doesn't notice it. She's talking to Darla and her attitude is a little too friendly. Guess it wasn't true love after all.

Under Angelus's careful gaze, I looked around, making sure no one's looking at us. The coast is clear. I move closer to her. when she turns to face me I cover her mouth with my hand and lean down, my lips on her neck.

"Don't bite her yet," Angelus warns me. "Stay right where you are. Taste her fear like a good cognac. First take in the delicate bouquet, then drink."

I do as he says, and he is right. There's something about fear, maybe is the speed of the heart, the blood running faster in the victim's veins. Maybe it's a combination of both. It makes the moment I finally turn and sink my fangs into her neck the sweetest moment of the evening. Things can't get any better than this...

That is, until I feel someone moving under the table, hands pushing my skirt up, ripping my underwear.

Angelus.

I feel a finger going inside of me, then another. He's good, centuries of practice making me grasp Sarah's still breathing body an moan against her neck as Angelus massages my inner core. I can feel Darla's eyes on me, obviously enjoying the show. When I just over the edge he pulls his fingers out, using them to separate the nest of curls between my legs and place his mouth on my clit. He sucks expertly at it, alternating it with his tongue darting out of his mouth and inside of me, a pink ravenous snake. After wonderful minutes of his ministrations, I feel his face change and his fangs on my clit. And I come as I drain the last drop out of Sarah's body, letting her neck drown the cry of pleasure that escapes out of my lips.

I'm still shaking when he comes from behind the table, licking his lips, until Darla stops him with a look and then a kiss, tasting me in him. I grab a napkin and clean the corners of my mouth, the way I was taught when I was a little girl. Dru comes back to the table. I push Sarah's body out of the way and make room for Dru. She sits next to me and grabs another napkin, repeating my movements on both her mouth, and her cleavage, where she spots a couple of dark stains. I dip my napkin in club Soda and show her how to clean her dress. Sure, blood stains are tough, but the dress is dark red anyway. I guess just feel protective of my mad grandmother.

The Elders finally break the kiss and look at me, both smiling. "And therefore ends the first lesson," Angelus announces.

"What's the second?" I ask, leaning forward in a seductive way. I know Darla's proud: her little girl is learning fast.

Angelus just leans in the same way and gives a tiny kiss on the lips. "Patience, lover, is a virtue of the gods."

"And we are gods," I say.

"The gods of darkness, Tara."

"Me, a goddess... I like the sound of that."

"It's the power it bestows on you. It's delicious."

"I want the power."

"That's the spirit."

"Can you handle me powerful?"

His smiles wavers a little. He wasn't expecting that one. Darla raises an eyebrow, but says nothing.

Finally he speaks. "I can," he says offering me his hand. "And I will help you, Tara. I promise you real power, my dear. Can *you* handle that?"

"I can," I tell him. And I will.

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