Pierre watched as she stood silent, defiantly looking the men in the eye. With a trembling hand, she reached up to remove what was left of her tattere... rags. The men drooled, enraptured by her young supple body. As she lowered the rags to her waist, milky globes emerged, tipped with rosy aureoles. Under their lusting gaze her nipples tightened in fear, and angrily she thrust out her chest. Pierre marveled at her breasts, desire surging forth. Fool, he chided himself. She needs your help, not. Joyce came almost instantly, wailing like a banshee, her breath deep and laboured.Dru leaned in to suck on the bite mark Buffy had left on Joyce's neck but instead found Buffy's lips on hers, the intoxicating taste of Joyce's blood trickling down her throat as Buffy shared her last mouthful with her. She watched with curiosity as Buffy gently pushed her away then staunched the blood flow from her mother's wounds and covered her with a blanket, closing her eyes with her fingertips and kissing. He sat and put his hand down to the rock to steady himself, only to cry out as a sharp stabbing pain tore through his hand. He jerked his hand back in time to see a huge black scorpion scuttling away across the rock. There was a barbed spine sticking out of the bottom of his hand, and he could actually see vile darkness spreading up his arm as the scorpion’s venom spread toward his heart The man had a small first aid kit in his vest, and this he now pulled out. He looked at the meager choice of. Wendy had lost her mother to cancer a few years ago and then lost her father and brother to her three rapists who likewise were now dead. She was twenty. She was a pleasant looking young woman with some strength. She admitted to being a runner and had lifted weights before. As we moved to the farm, she and Anna became like mother and daughter.Addy was barely sixteen. Life had treated her cruelly in the past. Her parents had been killed in an automobile accident and she had been an only child..