Chapter Three

God, he’d never felt so alive! The night air was shimmering against his skin, his every sense was singing. Foreign blood was rushing through his veins and the thrill of the hunt, the chase, the kill, and the fight with the Slayer were all still with him. The *power* of it.

He couldn’t seem to stop laughing with pure joy. It was like being high, only more so than anything he’d ever experienced.

They were far enough away now, and he knew Buffy wouldn’t be following them, so he suddenly stopped. Jenny didn’t, though, so she was pulled up abruptly by their linked hands like a bulldog hitting the end of its chain. Ripper used the extra momentum to swing her against the side of the pool shed they’d stopped near, and he covered her body with his own and kissed her deeply.

She growled, that deep vampire growl, and he answered with a snarl of his own, shoving her back against the faux-wood paneling with a thrust of his hips. He found he couldn’t kiss her and hump her at the same time, so he lifted his lips from hers and went for full-body contact. The shed thumped and rattled under their weight, and a light went on upstairs in the house.

“I... am gonna fuck you. Right here. Right now.”

She just smiled toothily up at him, and hummed her approval as he pressed his hand to the side of her cool thigh and slid it up and down slowly. His fingers traced the seam of the silky fabric with light, teasing touches.

“Well, then, get to it, Rip,” she said, and nipped at his throat.

His only response was to ruck her dress up around her waist. Her hands beat his to his fly and she unzipped him and wrapped her fingers around his cock, pumping him once, twice, holding him tight just the way he liked it. He rolled his head back and cursed, loud and heartfelt. It was about damn time they did this, anyway.

“Hey!”

Ripper lowered his head, and slowly turned it towards the house. A middle-aged man, clad in an old bathrobe, stood mostly silhouetted in the back doorway.

“Hey,” the man repeated. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? This- this is-”

Ripper released Jenny and turned, utterly unconcerned at the state of his clothing. He let out a low growl and let the demon take over, moving towards the man like a tiger stalking its prey. The man, maybe thinking himself brave, but in actuality, merely stupid, took two more steps out of the safety of his home.

“Now, see here. I’ll call the cops, don’t think I won’t. My children are asleep upstairs, I won’t have them seeing-”

The light from the open doorway fell over Ripper’s features, and the man went completely pale. Ripper quivered with the effort of restraint, but he waited, until the exact moment the man realized that he should run, and run now, and then, at that moment, he struck.

He gripped the man’s wrists and pinned them around behind his back, holding him in an embrace close enough that he could feel the man’s body shaking in terror against his. He was staring up at him, his eyes wide, and Ripper watched and enjoyed as he saw every defense, every denial fall away, as the realization deepened and ripened and the man become truly aware that everything that had haunted his nightmares, everything that had seemed to lurk in the darkness, was real.

Watched this, first the logic. Then, the emotion. Terror, horror, sadness, desperation. Felt the man go completely limp.

Monsters were real, and he was doomed.

Ripper smiled down at him.

“Quite right, my dear man. You are dead. Or, rather, you will be, once I’ve drained your blood.”

“Please,” the man rasped, and this made Ripper chuckle.

“You know, I was saying the very same thing myself just a few hours ago. It didn’t save me, either.”

And then he lowered his head and began to drink.

He drained the man halfway and then held him out to Jenny by hair at the base of his skull.

“Care for a taste?”

She shook her head slowly, not breaking eye contact with him.

“Right, then,” he said, and snapped the man’s neck and then let him drop.

This time it was Jenny pushing *him* back against the house. He let his head thump back against the siding as her cool hand closed around his cock again, drawing it out of his pants and then pushing her panties aside and sliding him inside of her. His eyes fluttered closed with pleasure and he sighed, even though he didn’t need to breathe.

”Oh, yes,” he murmured, and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her against him as he began to move his hips. In seconds, he was lost in the feeling of her body, tight and slick around him. Perfect.

“Ripper,” she answered, finding his rhythm and going with it.

They took their time with it, letting the pleasure build slowly from a spark to a raging bonfire. It was odd, though, at this point, to not be sweating, not be panting. It was also invigorating. Hell, he could do this all night. He laughed again, and pulled her harder against him, then flipped them over, so that her back was against the wall again. She made a small startled sound, then laughed, but her laughter quickly changed to pleased moans as he took advantage of this better positioning to take her deeper and harder.

Just as he was beginning to feel his climax come within reach, there was a flash of a shadow across the light from the open doorway beside them, and a moment later, a distraught woman shot out the door and fell to her knees beside the fallen man, crying out, “John!”

Ripper craned his head over his shoulder to watch her, and couldn’t contain an amused snort. The woman looked up in horror and could only stare.

If he hadn’t been quite so pleasantly distracted, she would have made yet another ridiculously easy kill.

To her credit, however, she was faster on the uptake than her late husband, and within seconds, she was back on her feet and in the house. He could hear her dialing 911, and he shouted to her, “You know, I did you a favor! Old John was probably a terribly stuffy old bore!”

He looked back down at Jenny.

“Or maybe that was me,” he said, lightly, and then he really went for it, each thrust slamming her up against the wall hard enough to rattle the windows. Her internal muscles gripped him hard as she came, and drew him right over the edge with her. Just as the last aftershocks of it were sweeping through him, he heard a soft child’s voice in the house, asking “Mommy? What’s going on?”

And then, in the distance, a siren.

Better to not tangle with the local authorities, even if there was nothing they could do to him. Besides, the sky was getting pale.

“Where to, love?”

Jenny smoothed down her skirt and said, “Angel’s.”

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