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"Wake up little lamb, it's time to play with mummy."
Buffy's head feels fuzzy and thick. The words spoken to her don't really make sense, not at first, and even after some time allowing them to sit they confuse her.
She understands wake up though.
She groans softly as she raises her head. Her eyelids are heavy and she only gets them partially open as she lets her head sag back up against whatever's behind her.
"Come on now, pay attention! I've asked you to wake up and you don't want to disappoint mummy now do you?"
No, she thinks. She doesn't. Even though she doesn't even know who's speaking to her, she knows she doesn't want to disappoint them. Her. Definitely a her. It takes her a while longer to focus her half lidded gaze and when she does she gasps softly.
She knows the woman sitting beside her. The dark hair, the pale skin. She feels a cool hand against her cheek, her forehead. Slender fingers lovingly brush a stray strand of hair from her face before cupping her cheek and Buffy can't help but lean into the touch, sighing softly. The hand is cool but it feels so nice against her fevered skin.
"Wh-what…" she mumbles, blinking slowly. Every second things fall back into place but still, everything is foggy.
"Come to mummy, there's a good girl," the woman coos melodically as she runs her thumb across her lips. Gently tugging her bottom lip down playfully. The woman leans in, making a small, playful growl as she just barely lets her own, cooler lips, brush hers before pulling back.
Buffy finally focuses, the hard surface that the back of her head rests against helping her do so. When she realizes who's before her she jumps, or as much as she can feeling like she's moving through jello.
Drusilla smiles dreamily at her in the dim room. "Such a good little miss," she says.
"What, what do you want? Where am I?" Buffy asks but the words are slurred and confused. She knows she should be scared. Nervous at the very least. But whatever the vampires' done to her it lessens any sort of emotion that might have her panicking at another time.
"Silly lamb, did you forget we were playing?" Drusilla asks in that specific lilt of hers. Both hands come up to cup her cheeks and Buffy tugs weakly against her hold - she shouldn't want to lean into it. Drusilla is bad, she's evil and insane but her body isn't agreeing with her logical mind because she finds herself sagging into the woman's hands. "Ohh poor thing, you're just so tired aren't you? Bad daddy, making you so sleepy when he knew I wanted to play! But that's okay, I'll make things better. "
Buffy whines softly, unable to do much else, when Drusilla kisses her. She easily presses past Buffy's slack lips, pushing into her mouth with her own tongue until Buffy's head is spinning and she whimpers. She can't breathe!
Drusilla lets out a low, pleased noise as they separate, almost a purr, but let's Buffy inhale deeply.
"So sweet, like candy," she coos and her fingers fall lower.
"No, don't, no," Buffy protests, trying to shy away from the vampire. But her body won't follow her commands and Drusilla at her full strength is strong, she's powerful and unyielding and she rips the girls shirt open right down the middle. "S-stop, stop, please —"
"Oh, sh, sh," the woman says, purring again as her face falls into Buffy's neck. "Mummy's got you, mummy's here. Let me make it all better."