"Well I did bring Little Bit back here," Spike fended off the usual chiding from Giles after Dawn had been sent upstairs, "Saved her from those leather bondage strumpets too."
"Yes, yes, wonderful, Spike," Giles, not paying attention had buried his eyes back into a book written in ancient Greek, "help yourself to cookies on the way out."
Tara looked up from her own book for a second, wondering what seemed wrong about what she'd only partly heard as Spike took a handful of sweets from a plate and sputtered his way outside.
"Are you all right?" Giles asked, concerned about the distant look that came across Tara's face.
"Willow..." Tara breathed, before turning to face Giles. "What?" she asked, slowly coming back, "Oh, I was just thinking." For a moment it had felt as if her lover was there beside her.
"I see," Giles sniffed his nose. It was better, he thought, if he didn't pry into things between the two women. They both went back to their research.
**
"I'm not a kid any more," Dawn complained, tossing her leather jacket on the bed and turning to her bedroom mirror to undo her top, "They treat me like a kid and I hate it."
"Dawnie," she barely heard the whisper, almost like it was a soft breeze in her own head, "they should treat you better," it felt as if the soft voice was a warm breath against her ear. Dawn stared into the mirror with the fingers of her hand slowly tracing the skin on her partially exposed breast.
"Yes, better," the words slowly breathed their way between her lips.
"You are a beautiful, powerful woman, Dawnie," it felt wonderful when the words whispered against her ear.
"Yes," Dawn breathed, slowly, her vacant eyes staring vacantly into their own reflection.
"Yes Dawnie," the voice licked, seductively, "a powerful woman."
"Powerful," Dawn's sleepy voice repeated.
"You want power," the voice caressed."
"Want..." Dawn repeated, "power."
"Yes Dawnie," the voice licked again, deeper in her mind this time, "it's time, Dawnie, come to me." The voice pulled her and she followed, turning toward her window.
Dawn walked slowly across the room and pulled the curtains wide. There, standing outside was her friend Janice. Dawn stared deeply into the eyes, the golden eyes that stared back at her. Janice was beautiful, her white shirt stained with crimson contrasting with her ghostly pale skin and full, red lips. She barely noticed the rest because the eyes held her too tightly.
"Let me in, Dawnie," The voice was irresistible, like her own thoughts.
Dawn's hands stopped their slow circles around her hardening nipples and moved to the window locks. The window slid effortlessly upward, as did the storm windows and there, outside, floating twenty feet above the ground, the ghostly figure began to change. Janice's golden eyes, the beautiful eyes that held Dawn's attention never left their captive as her body shifted into something less solid and flowed into the room.
"Oh, Dawnie, I found you," Janice said, breathily as she stood facing her friend.
Dawn stared into those eyes that held her- held her soul in their thrall. Without thinking, she moved a hand to push aside her hair and titled her head, invitingly, exposing her neck under the watchful, gleaming, golden eyes.
Janice drew Dawn into a tight embrace which Dawn returned and their bodies became almost one, intertwined. The kiss was deep and passionate and Dawn was lost, swimming in bliss, barely registering as the lips left her own.
There was a pinch of sudden, but brief pain at her neck which was drowned in an overwhelming wave of orgasmic euphoria.
Janice drank deeply of the flowing nectar, feeling the pleasure of her friend's transformation and surrender.
Dawn came, pulling Janice convulsively, tightly as the last of her blood left her body. Janice licked her lips, tasting her friend, savoring the moment and then saw the whitening of Dawn's skin. Their lips found each other in passion and surrender to the lust that now held them both. This time the kiss would last forever, they knew and they both heeded the call within their souls, drawing them blissfully into the night, the call of their eternal master, Lord Bacchus.
**
"Leather what?" Giles and Tara both registered the danger at the same time. Giles was racing up the stairs, closely followed by Tara. "Dawn!" they both called, at once.