Joyce Summers stood behind her desk looking at the small package she had found in her mail box this morning. It didn't have any address on it, and after the 'African Death Mask Incident,' she was usually cautious, but something drew her to the packet and she found her hands unwrapping it. The Milf jumped backwards as a beam light poured from the stone within the package, hitting her desk chair she feel to the floor screaming as the light hit her.
A few minutes latter she awoke got to her feet.
Making sure that the office door was locked Joyce stripped off her clothing and looked at herself in the Mirror.
Looking at himself through the eyes of his new vessel Joyce Summers, the Blood King examined his new body, though in it's 40's the body was in firm shape a suitable vessel. His minion Ethan Ryan had done well to release him from his prison.
He smiled at himself, it would be ironic justice, that he would seduce and court the Slayer in the body of her Mother.
He will be King and she will be Queen...
Correction as she looked at herself in the mirror again. I will be queen and she will be queen.
The Blood Queen smiled at herself as she redressed, but first she will need powerful minions.