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Title	A cold night in Sunnydale...
by	ESchorcho
Storyline	Bacchus Rising in Sunnydale
Characters	Buffy
Category	Television: Buffy the Vampire Slayer Corruption F/F Mind Control Transformation Television
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It was a colder than usual night in Sunnydale. In fact, as of late, a cold spell had settled in on the Southern California, making life a little more difficult for the residents of what was known in supernatural circles as the Hellmouth than they were used to. At night, especially, the temperatures dipped to near record lows for the small community.

That very night, a short, black haired girl walked back to her dorm room of the UC Sunnydale campus. The girl had to pull up the collar of her long, stylish, recently-purchased coat as a cold gust of wind blew past her. She walked as fast as she could down the sidewalk back to her warm dormitory, having spent most of her night studying. She had heard of some recent disappearances on campus and around town, and didn't want to be added to the list. Still, it wasn't a long walk from the library to her dorm and thought she would chance it.

Suddenly, there was a sound from the bushes, just past the welcoming lights of the campus path, that stopped the poor girl in her tracks. She could have sworn it was a growling sound, following the snapping of twigs. The girl began walking again, picking up her pace. The rational part of her mind thought that it was just some stupid frat brothers playing a prank, but she didn't want to risk it. She rounded a corner and saw her dorm in the distance and continued her brisk pace toward the building she had now thought of as her home away from home.

Without warning and out of the corner of her eye, a huge white object ran parallel to her and in the shadows. She looked in its direction and it was suddenly gone. The girl decided that enough was enough and took of in a jog, not wanting to fall prey to whatever was out there. She knew she should have kept her eyes focused on the brightly lit dorm entrance, but she was too nervous and inquisitive to do so. Instead, she kept turning her head this way and that. At one point, she could have sworn she saw a pair of red eyes starring at her from the shadows and that sent a chill down her spine. That was enough for the poor girl and she took of in a dead sprint for safety.

She had just about made it, when out of nowhere, a huge, white wolf ran in front of her, blocking her path. The wolf growled and snarled at her, it's red eyes glaring at her and it's mouth, filled with razor-sharp teeth was barred and ready to tear her to shreds at any moment. The girl was frozen in absolute terror. She felt like she should slowly back away, but didn't want to make any sudden moves as to set off the beast. The poor girl never had a chance, though. From out of the darkness behind her she saw movement, like a shadow moving at amazing speed.

The attack came out of nowhere. An extremely pale hand with long, razor-sharp black talons wrapped around the girl's throat and yanked her head to one side, exposing her carotid artery. Her unknown attacker buried its own deadly pair of viper-like fangs into the girl's throat with relish. The girl cried out in pain, and soon, her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she could feel her blood flow freely into her attacker's mouth. And yet, after some time, something changed in the girl. Wanton moans began to escape her lips. Overwhelming pleasure was taking her beyond the pain. Without mercy, the girl's attacker dropped her onto the cold, dew-soaked grass of the UC Sunnydale campus and looked at the wolf in front of her with evil, glittering golden eyes. The wolf, in turn, looked down at the writhing girl on the grass and then back at the pale creature in front her.

"Once again, you were such a magnificent distraction," came the low, feminine voice of the creature, as she licked her blood-soaked lips and chin with her soft, pink tongue. She stepped over the girl's body, which was rapidly turning the same chalky white color, as her own and made her way over to the immense white wolf. She looked back down at the poor girl, who sounded like she was having the best sex of her life, as she underwent her transformation and cocked her head to the side before continuing, "Wouldn't you say, Gabrielle?"

The wolf slowly made its way over to the tall woman, and uttered a low growl. In a sudden flash of light, the wolf transformed into a petite woman, equally as pale as the female attacker. The two vampiric women moved towards one another with dark smiles on their evil faces, and soon, their full, swollen lips met in a writhing kiss. Both women's tongues danced around each others' deadly fangs inside their mouths, the smaller woman feasting on the girl's blood on the other creature's lips. It was intoxicating! Finally, they broke their kiss and Gabrielle, the shorter of the two women, glanced back at the girl, seeing how her entire body was almost as deathly white as her own."

Of course I would, but the next time, I want to be the one that sinks my fangs into the poor, defenseless victim," she casually replied, before adding, "She is a cute little thing, isn't she...Xena? She will make a fine addition to our Master's growing legion of eternal Bacchae."

At the mention of the name Bacchae, the girl's feminine moans of wanton pleasure changed to animalistic growls. She looked up and opened her mouth, an inhuman snarl escaping her now crimson, swollen lips. Her incisors had already began to lengthen and warp into deadly points inside her mouth. Both Xena and Gabrielle looked down at their newest sister's transformation and noticed that the wound on the girl's neck was rapidly healing and her fingernails had already turned into the black, razor-sharp talons. With another loud growl, the girl opened her eyes wide, and the two Bacchae could see that the girl's brown irises had turned a dazzling glittering golden color with a grim red surrounding them.

"That she will, Gabrielle. But let's not forget the real reason we have arrived in this place. Our Master, Lord Bacchus, must drink from the Slayer and harness the power of the Hellmouth to restore him to his rightful power," Xena hissed."

Our Master's will be done," Gabrielle replied, her voice dripping with evil intentions.