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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: Seductress 1/1

SERIES: Dark Sorceress. Chapter 5.

AUTHOR: Patricia RD

EMAIL: patricia_rosemary

RATING: NC-17 just to be safe. Sexual situations, nudity. Character death.

PAIRING: Tara/Lindsey. Sorta Darla/Lindsey

SUMMARY: Tara Comes. Tara Sees. Tara Conquers.

SPOILERS: AU seasons 5 and 2.

ARCHIVE: Jade. Everyone else ask first, please.

FEEDBACK: Like good sex, you can never have enough.
Lindsey offers me a glass of water and sits down next to me, a first aid kid between his plastic hand and his leg. I know the story. Anger is still flowing as he starts cleaning my wounds. I pretend to wince in pain, when in fact, little pricks on pain are delicious.

"What happened?" he asks gently. I take a deep, fake breath.

"I was going home," I say in a very low voice, eyes on the floor. My hands tremble, a little water spilling on the expensive rug. "When all of the sudden this... D-d-d-darla appears in front of me, out of nowhere. She said I had to give you this message because she couldn't come close to you. They were looking for her or something." I take a sip of water before continuing. "She said she'd kill me if I didn't come here and tell you..." I let the glass fall and my eyes roll back, my body going limp against his arms.

"Is alright," he whispers. "Is going to be alright."

I try hard not to smile as he helps me lie down on the couch. I feel plastic on the nape of my neck for a moment. My eyes open slowly and gaze into his. He's got beautiful baby blues. I let loose a little bit. This is all part magic, part cunning.

He blinks a few times before talking again. "She won't hurt you, I promise. What was her message?"

I unbutton my jacking with trembling fingers, exposing a denim low cut top as I pull the envelope out of an inner pocket. He takes it, rips it apart to get to the letter. I finish taking off my jacket as he reads. I already know the words by heart.

"I'll see you tonight. Clive Club at seven .Bring the girl. She tastes of roses."

He frowns as he reads the last part. Clean conscience vs twisted love. He finally folds the letter and smiles down at me.

"It's alright," he says again, and I know he's gonna do Darla's will. I like him already.

"Can I go?" I ask, taking his real hand in mine. He probably assumes my skin is cold and clammy due to fear. Oh, and the beating? A little help from Charles, but otherwise I'm doing great.

"I'll help you out. She won't be around in a couple of hours. You can go then."

I almost believe him. He must be really good in court.

"I..." I look down at the glass on the rug. "I'm sorry about that. I just feel a little dizzy, that's all."

"Can I get you anything?"

I pretend to think about it for a second. My voice is a whole apology when I speak: "Do you have anything sweet? I feel my blood pressure going down." One of my hands moves closer to my neck, feeling the recent wound. "I think she bit me."

"Wait right here," he says heading for the kitchen. Five minutes later he comes back with a mug of hot tea for me and a bottle of beer. This is just too perfect.

"Thanks," I say accepting the mug with a tiny smile. He take a sip of his beer and sighs. He doesn't know what else to do with me.

I take the mug close to my lips and pretend to drink as I mutter a little spell. The phone starts ringing at my will. Lindsey excuses himself to go get it and leaves the beer on the coffee table. As soon as his back is turned, I take a ring off my finger and carefully remove the huge aquamarine off, revealing a secret compartment. The powder inside is is a mixture of red and black, my own little creation. A little bit of Eros demon dust, mixed with my own creation. I let a little bit of this fall on the beer, moving it a little to dilute it it faster.

Lindsey's away less than a minute, and yet I had finished doing all this by the time he gets back.

"They hung up," he explains grabbing his beer and taking a long gulp. He's hesitant about giving me to the lions, this poor innocent girl who happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time.

I pretend to fall asleep, listening to his heartbeat go faster, his breathing hard. I feel him walking away and then coming back, covering me with a blanket. I stir a little and wait for him to go again. He opens a door, walks in and the closes it. I hear water running.

I open my eyes and get up, dropping the blanket at my feet. It's showtime.

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Fever overcomes him. The water he splashes on his face seems to evaporate just before it reaches his skin. He unbuttons his shirt, lets it fall to the floor. The tank top underneath is soaking wet. He removes it as well. He's forgotten all about the girl in the living room, Darla's victim. Suddenly he remembers her in a flash. He'd been ready to send her to her death a few minutes ago, but a part of him clings to whatever humanity he has left. The girl is an innocent, he should help her get away. God, what is he going to do?

The answer comes knocking at the door.

When he opens it, he doesn't see the bruised girl with shy eyes. He doesn't see the long skirt and low cut top that display soft skin and luscious curves. He doesn't see the soft brown hair and the face of the unknown girl.

He sees Darla.

"My dear Lindsey," she says with a coy smiled. "I've missed you."

He swallows hard, trying to form some words. To say how much he'd missed her, how much he loves her, how much he wants her.

She takes a step forward and covers his lips with two fingers. He kisses them, his one hand pulling her closer, the plastic hand hanging limply at his side. She substitutes her fingers with her parting lips, her tongue inviting his to play. Heat flows from his body in waves, making the bathroom seen tiny and suffocating. Lindsey feels himself short of breath but he doesn't care. All that matters is Darla, here and now.

Desire overcomes reason, any questions of how did Darla get in there drowned in his need for her. Clothes are ripped apart, bodies are laid down on the floor, cold tiles and vampire skin against hot, aroused human skin. No trace of the gentle man that would sit next to sleeping Darla and long for a loving word. This is the lustful hunger of a man who has waited too much to get what he wants. The man who doesn't know his desire is being made ten times stronger by a powerful spell, that the woman he's entering, the woman he's fucking right now on the bathroom floor is Darla's childe, a creature just as powerful, if not more.

Steam seems to flow around them, fogging the mirrors and making their bodies slick with sweat. She throws her head back, moaning in time with his thrusts. Her heels dig into his ass, urging him deeper inside her, whispering his name with that soft, throaty voice of hers that drives him over the edge as she comes, squeezing him hard enough to bruise. He keeps on trusting, despite the fact that he's drained to the point of exhaustion, but incapable of stop, a part of him knowing she'll be gone as soon as they're finished, a dream of a thousand nights made true for one.

Finally he collapses on top of her, gasping for breath as she gently nuzzles his neck. He's still inside of her, and her strong tights won't let him go away. He smiles at that.

He shifts so he's facing her, gently stroking her hair. The fever seems to be going away slowly, blurring the features of the woman beneath him, turning Darla into the girl from the living room. Just a second after he realizes what's just happened , her vampire visage appears and she goes into action, fangs burying into his neck, powerful arms and legs keeping him from scape.

Now that's the kind of love that kills.

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I find a few bottles of merlot hidden in the studio. A perfect offering for my Sire, along with Lindsey's body. I dress in my now ripped clothes, humming happily as I see him lying on the floor next to me. This is what human love gets you. Betrayal.

I don't pity him. No time to cry over spilled blood. New plans are forming inside my head as I watch the dead lawyer. I kneel next to him and gently stroke his hair.

"Was it good for you too?" I ask sweetly.

"I'm sure it was," Darla says from behind me. I turn around and smile.

"Didn't see it coming."

Darla nodded. "I can tell by the expression in her face. I'll take it from here, baby. You have work to do. Dru is waiting for you."

I nod, standing up and kissing her cheek before heading out. I hear her talking to the body.

And suddenly, Lindsey's confused voice.

"Darla?"

One down, one to go.

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