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Two
TITLE: An American Slayer In London
CHAPTER: Two
AUTHOR: Zephyr
DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by J.K. Rowling, Joss Weadon, their various publishers and production companies, which together are too numerous to name. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Faith/Lucius
SUMMARY: Faith has been searching for something. Will she find it in what Lucius Malfoy has to offer?
A/N: For GrrArrg. Finally and I am so glad your muse has returned!!! Now gimme new chapters of "˜Sympathy' and "˜TlC'!!!!! Thank you to Irene for betaing my first foray into Buffy Crossovers.
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"Look Buddy, I'm sorry about earlier in the pub, but I was looking for a fight and you seemed happy to oblige. No harm, no foul"¦ right?"
The girl seemed so very sincere, but Lucius had her right where he wanted her. "I'm sorry but I can't do that," he advised her.
Her dark eyebrows rose and her body tensed as if she was waiting for an attack. "Why the hell not?"
"You owe me a blood debt," he drawled while examining his fingernails.
He could tell that his flippant attitude was getting under her skin, and he watched with interest as she shimmied into a pair of jeans, her towel riding up just a little flashing one tight buttock. He raised an eyebrow when she turned her back and dropped the towel all-together then pulled a thin jumper over her head. When she turned back to face him he could see her nipples pebbled behind the thin knit fabric.
Lucius couldn't decide if she was deliberately toying with him or if she was just comfortable being half naked in front of strange men. She slid her bare feet into a pair of ugly, mannish, battered boots. The girl raised a leg and rested one of her feet on the small table in the corner of the hotel room. Looking him in the eye, she slid a knife home into a sheath hidden inside the battered boot.
"What BS are you spouting now?" she asked suspiciously.
"˜BS? Damn Muggle slang,' Lucius thought, irritated by her abuse of the English language. "You owe me a blood debt. You spilled my blood, and by that act you bound us together until a debt of honor is paid. This happens in one of two ways; either we engage in a wizard's duel or you must grant me three boons," Lucius replied with a long-practiced bored tone. "As you can not fight me with magic, the only option left to you are the boons."
"What kind of boons?" The girl narrowed her eyes warily.
Lucius rose from the bed and glided across the room. He stopped within a foot of the petite woman and ran a leather-covered finger down her cheek. "Nothing untoward, I assure you, Miss"”"
"Faith, my name is Faith," her eyes meeting his eyes defiantly.
Lucius could feel his loins grow tight at the thought of breaking this prideful, arrogant girl. "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Faith," he purred then smirked inwardly at the tremor she couldn't disguise.
Faith didn't even try to hide the shiver that traveled down her spine when the sound of her name on his tongue made something deep inside her vibrate sensually. She knew he was thinking that he would have her in the palm of his hand with little to no effort. For all her lack of years, Faith knew how the game was played, and she played to win.
She ignored the fact that he failed to give his name in return. Faith shook herself and plowed onward. "The boons... Like wishes, right?"
"In the simplest terms, yes," he replied.
Faith crossed her arms in front of her chest. "Well, Mr. Wizard, what are they?"
"Aren't you an impatient little thing," he drawled.
"Places to go, people to see," she returned flippantly. "It's not like I want to be at anyone's beck and call"¦ And certainly not yours."
She held back a grin when she saw him stiffen and watched his fists tighten in anger at her indifferent response. The chase was on, and she was more than willing to make him think she was easy prey. She wasn't surprised when his lip curled and he reached out, mumbled something then caught the stick as it flew from the bed where she left it after frisking him.
"My first wish is for you to meet someone. I'll let you know when to be ready." As he raised his wand a pale eyebrow rose as well. "I do hope you have more appropriate clothing than that." With a flick and a swish of his wand he was gone with a pop.
Faith smirked. "Oh yes, I have clothing much more appropriate than this for you and your friend."
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Lucius stalked a path back and forth from one end of his study to the other. He couldn't believe the audacity of the girl. She took every opportunity to provoke him. He didn't understand why she didn't fear him, as she should. She was only a muggle -- a very strong and agile muggle, but a muggle nonetheless.
A slight burning in his arm brought him out of his ruminations, finally giving him the summons he was waiting for. With a tap of his wand to the mark on his arm he was transported to the craggy lair of his Master. He bowed low to one knee with a flourish of his robe and waited only a moment before he was addressed.
"Ah Lucius, I have heard tales that you have had an exciting encounter this evening." Voldemort's eyes glittered with something that could only be described as mirth.
"You could say that, my Lord," Lucius said as he rose to his feet and began to pace, telling his story. "The chit needs to be taught a lesson," he finished harshly, his eyes gleaming with thoughts of just how he'd teach the girl her place.
"Don't underestimate her, Lucius," Voldemort cautioned. "I have heard tales of her and her counterpart, Buffy Summers. They have survived more than most wizards in their short lives. They have faced master vampires, demons, and gods. They vanquished them all. While Miss Summers is too good at heart to ever truly work in our favor, Faith D'Eath, on the other hand -- death is at her very heart; by her very name she is death. She has a darkness in her soul that will only serve to bend her to my will."
"What do you mean, my Lord?" Lucius was very confused. Voldemort knew more than he was telling about these slayers.
"Bring the girl to me when I next summon you and you will know more. That I promise you, Lucius." Voldemort caught eyes with his trusted servant. "Bring her to me and you will be rewarded beyond your wildest dreams."
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The following days were torture for Lucius. He kept seeing the petite slayer at every turn in places where she should not be. He would swear on his son's life he saw her inside the atrium of the Ministry of Magic and then a few minutes later on the Ninth level.
Later that day while visiting his wife at St. Mungo's, he did a double take when he saw her enter the Closed Ward on the fourth floor, but he decided that it was nigh impossible for her to be there of all places. Muggles saw the hospital as an abandoned or perpetually under-restoration department store.
The next day he kept seeing her in Diagon Alley -- licking an ice cream at Fortescue's, looking over racing brooms at Quality Quidditch, and even leafing through books at Flourish and Blott's. She wore an indecently short skirt in a lurid green plaid, matched by a thin chemise that barely covered her taught stomach. Over the undignified outfit, if such an assemblage could be called such, she had a Muggle Military style jacked slung over her shoulders. The boots on her feet would have seemed demure if not for the impossibly high heels. She seemed innocent, yet she reeked of sexuality. The girl looked no older than Draco, but her eyes held secret knowledge that most women couldn't fathom, that most women reviled. She wore sex like a comfortable coat.
Seeing her lounging against the wall at the mouth to Knockturn Alley made his blood boil. Before he knew it, his hand was wrapped around her upper arm, his fingers digging hard into her skin as he pulled her deeper into the shadows.
A slow grin spread across her face as she looked up at him. " 'There is no more lively sensation than that of pain; its impressions are certain and dependable, they never deceive.' "
He let go of her abruptly and pushed her away from him. This girl was quoting De Sade to him. Was she daft? What did she know of pain and its sensations?
"Little girl you don't know what you are talking about," he hissed in her ear as he stepped up to her once more and grabbed her wrists, forcing them above her head. "I suggest that you refrain from arousing matters further." He ground his erection into her soft belly showing the silly bint just where her naughty words had gotten her.
Lucius wasn't ready when she swept his feet out from under him. Once again he found the slayer straddling him, but this time she ground herself onto him. Over his strangled moan she whispered huskily into his ear another quote from the debauched visionary that was the Marquis De Sade. " 'Lust\'s passion will be served; it demands, it militates, it tyrannizes.' You can't hide from me, Malfoy. I can find you just as easily as you can find me. Just don\'t forget who's on top."
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About the Surname I chose for Faith:
D\'Eath: Camouflaged form of the name Death.
Death: One who played the part in plays or pageants.
Faith's final line in this chapter comes from Season 7: Dirty Girls.
CHAPTER: Two
AUTHOR: Zephyr
DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by J.K. Rowling, Joss Weadon, their various publishers and production companies, which together are too numerous to name. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Faith/Lucius
SUMMARY: Faith has been searching for something. Will she find it in what Lucius Malfoy has to offer?
A/N: For GrrArrg. Finally and I am so glad your muse has returned!!! Now gimme new chapters of "˜Sympathy' and "˜TlC'!!!!! Thank you to Irene for betaing my first foray into Buffy Crossovers.
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"Look Buddy, I'm sorry about earlier in the pub, but I was looking for a fight and you seemed happy to oblige. No harm, no foul"¦ right?"
The girl seemed so very sincere, but Lucius had her right where he wanted her. "I'm sorry but I can't do that," he advised her.
Her dark eyebrows rose and her body tensed as if she was waiting for an attack. "Why the hell not?"
"You owe me a blood debt," he drawled while examining his fingernails.
He could tell that his flippant attitude was getting under her skin, and he watched with interest as she shimmied into a pair of jeans, her towel riding up just a little flashing one tight buttock. He raised an eyebrow when she turned her back and dropped the towel all-together then pulled a thin jumper over her head. When she turned back to face him he could see her nipples pebbled behind the thin knit fabric.
Lucius couldn't decide if she was deliberately toying with him or if she was just comfortable being half naked in front of strange men. She slid her bare feet into a pair of ugly, mannish, battered boots. The girl raised a leg and rested one of her feet on the small table in the corner of the hotel room. Looking him in the eye, she slid a knife home into a sheath hidden inside the battered boot.
"What BS are you spouting now?" she asked suspiciously.
"˜BS? Damn Muggle slang,' Lucius thought, irritated by her abuse of the English language. "You owe me a blood debt. You spilled my blood, and by that act you bound us together until a debt of honor is paid. This happens in one of two ways; either we engage in a wizard's duel or you must grant me three boons," Lucius replied with a long-practiced bored tone. "As you can not fight me with magic, the only option left to you are the boons."
"What kind of boons?" The girl narrowed her eyes warily.
Lucius rose from the bed and glided across the room. He stopped within a foot of the petite woman and ran a leather-covered finger down her cheek. "Nothing untoward, I assure you, Miss"”"
"Faith, my name is Faith," her eyes meeting his eyes defiantly.
Lucius could feel his loins grow tight at the thought of breaking this prideful, arrogant girl. "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Faith," he purred then smirked inwardly at the tremor she couldn't disguise.
Faith didn't even try to hide the shiver that traveled down her spine when the sound of her name on his tongue made something deep inside her vibrate sensually. She knew he was thinking that he would have her in the palm of his hand with little to no effort. For all her lack of years, Faith knew how the game was played, and she played to win.
She ignored the fact that he failed to give his name in return. Faith shook herself and plowed onward. "The boons... Like wishes, right?"
"In the simplest terms, yes," he replied.
Faith crossed her arms in front of her chest. "Well, Mr. Wizard, what are they?"
"Aren't you an impatient little thing," he drawled.
"Places to go, people to see," she returned flippantly. "It's not like I want to be at anyone's beck and call"¦ And certainly not yours."
She held back a grin when she saw him stiffen and watched his fists tighten in anger at her indifferent response. The chase was on, and she was more than willing to make him think she was easy prey. She wasn't surprised when his lip curled and he reached out, mumbled something then caught the stick as it flew from the bed where she left it after frisking him.
"My first wish is for you to meet someone. I'll let you know when to be ready." As he raised his wand a pale eyebrow rose as well. "I do hope you have more appropriate clothing than that." With a flick and a swish of his wand he was gone with a pop.
Faith smirked. "Oh yes, I have clothing much more appropriate than this for you and your friend."
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Lucius stalked a path back and forth from one end of his study to the other. He couldn't believe the audacity of the girl. She took every opportunity to provoke him. He didn't understand why she didn't fear him, as she should. She was only a muggle -- a very strong and agile muggle, but a muggle nonetheless.
A slight burning in his arm brought him out of his ruminations, finally giving him the summons he was waiting for. With a tap of his wand to the mark on his arm he was transported to the craggy lair of his Master. He bowed low to one knee with a flourish of his robe and waited only a moment before he was addressed.
"Ah Lucius, I have heard tales that you have had an exciting encounter this evening." Voldemort's eyes glittered with something that could only be described as mirth.
"You could say that, my Lord," Lucius said as he rose to his feet and began to pace, telling his story. "The chit needs to be taught a lesson," he finished harshly, his eyes gleaming with thoughts of just how he'd teach the girl her place.
"Don't underestimate her, Lucius," Voldemort cautioned. "I have heard tales of her and her counterpart, Buffy Summers. They have survived more than most wizards in their short lives. They have faced master vampires, demons, and gods. They vanquished them all. While Miss Summers is too good at heart to ever truly work in our favor, Faith D'Eath, on the other hand -- death is at her very heart; by her very name she is death. She has a darkness in her soul that will only serve to bend her to my will."
"What do you mean, my Lord?" Lucius was very confused. Voldemort knew more than he was telling about these slayers.
"Bring the girl to me when I next summon you and you will know more. That I promise you, Lucius." Voldemort caught eyes with his trusted servant. "Bring her to me and you will be rewarded beyond your wildest dreams."
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The following days were torture for Lucius. He kept seeing the petite slayer at every turn in places where she should not be. He would swear on his son's life he saw her inside the atrium of the Ministry of Magic and then a few minutes later on the Ninth level.
Later that day while visiting his wife at St. Mungo's, he did a double take when he saw her enter the Closed Ward on the fourth floor, but he decided that it was nigh impossible for her to be there of all places. Muggles saw the hospital as an abandoned or perpetually under-restoration department store.
The next day he kept seeing her in Diagon Alley -- licking an ice cream at Fortescue's, looking over racing brooms at Quality Quidditch, and even leafing through books at Flourish and Blott's. She wore an indecently short skirt in a lurid green plaid, matched by a thin chemise that barely covered her taught stomach. Over the undignified outfit, if such an assemblage could be called such, she had a Muggle Military style jacked slung over her shoulders. The boots on her feet would have seemed demure if not for the impossibly high heels. She seemed innocent, yet she reeked of sexuality. The girl looked no older than Draco, but her eyes held secret knowledge that most women couldn't fathom, that most women reviled. She wore sex like a comfortable coat.
Seeing her lounging against the wall at the mouth to Knockturn Alley made his blood boil. Before he knew it, his hand was wrapped around her upper arm, his fingers digging hard into her skin as he pulled her deeper into the shadows.
A slow grin spread across her face as she looked up at him. " 'There is no more lively sensation than that of pain; its impressions are certain and dependable, they never deceive.' "
He let go of her abruptly and pushed her away from him. This girl was quoting De Sade to him. Was she daft? What did she know of pain and its sensations?
"Little girl you don't know what you are talking about," he hissed in her ear as he stepped up to her once more and grabbed her wrists, forcing them above her head. "I suggest that you refrain from arousing matters further." He ground his erection into her soft belly showing the silly bint just where her naughty words had gotten her.
Lucius wasn't ready when she swept his feet out from under him. Once again he found the slayer straddling him, but this time she ground herself onto him. Over his strangled moan she whispered huskily into his ear another quote from the debauched visionary that was the Marquis De Sade. " 'Lust\'s passion will be served; it demands, it militates, it tyrannizes.' You can't hide from me, Malfoy. I can find you just as easily as you can find me. Just don\'t forget who's on top."
_~*~_~*~_~*~_~*~_~*~_
About the Surname I chose for Faith:
D\'Eath: Camouflaged form of the name Death.
Death: One who played the part in plays or pageants.
Faith's final line in this chapter comes from Season 7: Dirty Girls.