“Oh, Buffy, how you must hate me,” said Kaiba as he sat down on the stone bench.
Buffy blinked, her emerald eyes full of puzzlement. “What?” she asked as she took in what he was wearing. He wore a long white sleeveless KaibaCorp-designed coat featuring shoulder pads and a raised studded collar, with black sleeves from his shirt coming out from under it.
“Here you are, a young woman of the world. How I must bore you to death.”
Buffy sucked in her breath in total shock. “No, never!”
But then, when Kaiba turned to her, she gasped. His cobalt eyes seemed to gleam with some kind of emotion that she knew and feared all too well. Before she knew what was happening, he then pinned her to the seat and got on top of her, his trademark smirk adorning his face.
“Don’t flatter yourself, angel,” Kaiba purred into her ear. “You are the Slayer, yes, but you also have an animal inside of you. It’s calling to you. Yelling at you to release it. Let it out.”
As Kaiba then lowered his head and attached his mouth to her throat, all Buffy could do was lie there on the stone bench and let him do what he wished to her. Her strength was gone. After that test she had gone through, what with having to battle a vampire with her brain power instead of her physical power, she still wasn’t sure if she had gotten her strength back.