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Disclaimer: All characters belong to Joss Whedon, etc. I own nothing, please don't sue me. Oh, except those I made up myself. Feedback: Yes, if you’d like, I'd like. Rating: NC-17 (WARNING!)Spoilers: Season 6 Pairings: VW/T Genre: Alternate Universe Distribution: Ask first, thanks. Summary: Tara's been captured, Willow is a vamp, the Scoobies are pissed. WARNING! – Adult Content in this chapter!CHAPTER 3 When I woke I was in what looked like a basement. The windows near the ceiling had been covered and a few candles were lit around the room. I could make out cardboard storage boxes and racks full off odds and ends against the wall underneath the windows. Frank and Ted were in worn out sleeping bags on the floor in front of a wooden workbench. The bed Willow and I lie in looked like it had been setup in a hurry. It was angled oddly with the footboard at the base of a narrow staircase. No one would ever put a bed like this on purpose. Hello? Tara? You’ve been kidnapped by vampires and you’re more concerned about how a bed was setup in a musty old basement? I shook my head slightly and the thump that was there yesterday came back as well as a feeling that I had drank too much alcohol, must be the magic or the lack thereof.
Willow snuggled closer to my side when I moved. Her cold body hugged mine. Tears stung my eyes quickly because I knew that it wasn’t my Willow, even though it was in fact the same body. Her arm draped across my stomach and her fingers tucked under me on the other side. A leg was thrown across one of mine and settled in between them both. Her head was on my shoulder and her face buried in my neck. Even though she was evil now she’s still so cute when she sleeps. I bet when she does wake up that her fiery hair is a nappy as ever. A small smile pulled at the corner of my mouth.
Wait! Where are the chains? And the cuffs? There were no chains on my wrists or neck. My first instinct was to flee. I could run, outside, into the sun and they wouldn’t be able to stop me. I started making a plan to get Vamp Willow off of me. Pulling the blanket off my left shoulder I promptly became aware that I was dressed in a scanty red babydoll nightie. I threw the covers back over me and checked to see if the boys were still asleep. Oh my, the garment barely covered my breasts. My wariness was short-lived. I began to move my legs slowly and that’s when I felt it, a tug on my right ankle, I was chained to the banister. Damn it! That reaction could have been a little more enthusiastic Tara.
Understanding that I was going nowhere soon I started to think about last night when Willow and I were on the couch. How could she think I needed anything that involved me being f, fu, fu? I can’t even say it in my head, however my body wanted it. How did she know? When she said she wanted to fu, fuck me, I think I liked it. I raked my eyes over her pale face, from lips to brow, and burned. Continuing down her neck I peeked under the blanket and saw that she had also opted for silky apparel, black satin to be exact. I’ve got to get away from her before she makes me do something I’ll regret.
“Good afternoon kitten.”
I jerked.
Willow sniggered. “You’re not planning your escape, are you? I’d be awfully sad now pet, especially after sharing what we shared last night.” She pushed back off my shoulder onto her own pillow and looked me in the eyes.
“W-what we s-shared?” Oh, oh goddess, did I? Did we? I don’t even remember. Damn it! Now that was convincing Tara.
“You, me, the magic, ummm.” Her fingers played with my hair.
Yes, the magic, the magic transfer.
Seriousness possessed her for a moment and her hand came up to rest on my cheek. “I tasted your soul.” She blinked, was that fear I saw?
Changing the subject she asked, “Do you like your nightwear I picked out?” Her eyes now told me she needed acceptance.
“Um, y-yes.” I couldn’t disappoint. Her green orbs glowed at my reply.
“Daddy has fine clothing in his store. I may need to shop there again.” She changed gears again, “are you hungry kitten?” Her fingers traced down between my breasts, pushing the covers down, and stroked my stomach. “The boys got you some food at the convenience store.”
My throat was dry. “Maybe s-something to drink? W-what about you?” I said it before thinking. Her fingers continued to caress my stomach.
“They got me the clerk.” Her expression was blank.
She had killed. My breathing hassled momentarily, “oh.” The vampire in her had to be sated. I knew that, though it didn’t lessen the blow any.
Lying on her back she reached off the side of the bed and brought a paper sack back up. Placing it on her stomach she unfolded the top. Inside there was mostly junk foods, chips, donuts, sodas and candy. Not my normal choices, but I needed something to sustain.
I sat up, pulling the covers under my chin snuggly, and took the donuts and a can soda. Again I knew she was watching my every move. Half way through the warm soda she told me, “I’ll take you to dinner tonight.” We were going back into Sunnydale? I didn’t figure we’d go back for a few days. She must be planning something. “Then maybe I’ll spank you until your cheeks are scorching hot.” Startled, my wide eyes shot to hers, to find that she was smirking. I looked back to my food as the familiar ache in my abdomen returned.
She lay there for awhile, silently, just looking at me. I would make eye contact occasionally, but would revert back to my ‘breakfast’ quickly. She rubbed circles on my back. The unrelenting attention her hands and fingers gave my body was bittersweet. How could a vampire show affection? I mean a real vampire without a soul and without a chip. What was the range of emotions a vampire possessed? In all the time I’ve spent helping eradicate them, I had not pondered much more than their inherent evilness. I had seen them show lustful tendencies, but the attention Vamp Willow was showing me was not *just* lust. Had Giles not spoke of vampires having characteristics of their human self? I had hoped that some part of *my* Willow still remained in this body. Could part of *my* Willow possibly still be in there? Goddess, maybe I’m reading too much into this because I want *my* Willow to still be alive.
When Vamp Willow finally did sit up her hair was tousled just as I figured. I couldn’t help but smile, and she noticed. I almost reached to run my fingers through it to comb it down. “Vampires get bed-head too, Tara.” She grumbled. “Or coffin-head, or crypt-head, I guess it depends on where you are when you fall asleep or where you are when you wake up.”
That’s the first time she had said my name. Did she just babble? Those two things along with the grumpiness made that interaction feel comparable to human Willow. Tears stung my eyes again, my baby was really gone.
Seeing her full length when she climbed from bed brought the dull ache back to my stomach. The long black satin gown clung to her sinewy body. “We will have our own room tomorrow,” she asserted as she covered herself with a matching black satin robe and walked over to kick the boys awake. “Get up. We have things to do tonight.” Alone in a room, in a bed, with her, please help me.
I could tell the sun was down now. The glow of light that was around the window obstructions had diminished.
The boys rose and followed her up the narrow wooden staircase to the main floor of the cabin, I presumed. However, she did not leave before she came back by and planted a sweet kiss on the top of my head. I slumped back onto the bed and watched her assured mannerisms. Her wispy fire-red hair contrasted the black robe flowing behind her; her pale feet peeked from underneath it. My brain registered, ‘what am I gonna do about you?’
*
Dawn wailed, “No, no, no. Take it back, take it back Xander. Willow is not gone, she can’t be a vampire. Take it back!” Tears streamed down her face, Buffy tried to comfort her but the girl pushed her away.
“Dawnie, I’m sorry, it’s true. And she has Tara.” The dark haired boy let Anya clean his face with a cloth.
The girl ran from the living room upstairs. Giles and Buffy stared into space. Spike stared at Buffy.
Buffy started to pursue but her watcher stopped her, “let her go, she needs to cry it out.”
“Ouch, An not so hard.” The ex-demon threw the rag down, “do it yourself then.”
He grabbed her arm before she could get off the couch, “I’m sorry.” He looked at Buffy now, “Will, Vamp Will stuck something in my back pocket.” He dug out a crinkled yellow piece of paper and handed it to the slayer.
Her fingers trembled as she unfolded the note.
Slayer,
First off, I don’t like you. Second, don’t come for Tara, she’s mine. Life is the price if you choose to interfere. You will see me soon enough.
VW
Buffy closed the note and looked at the floor, fury built within her. She would not be threatened. Handing the note to Giles she walked with purpose to the weapons trunk. She armed herself while the Brit read the message. Spike joined her and when supplied they turned to the door.
Giles removed his glasses once again and lowered the note, “Buffy wait.”
The ex-demon stood, took the note, and returned to Xander’s side. Each of them read it.
“How can you tell me to wait? This is not *our* Willow. She has Tara, who as far as we know is still alive. Not to mention, I will not have my life threatened.” The slayer was fumed.
Giles explained lowly, “It may not be your life she is threatening. I could be Tara’s. She has complete control over that right now.”
“He’s right Buffy, we need to make a plan first.” Xander reiterated.
“From what you’ve said Tara’s probably defenseless now without her witchcraft.” She glared at Xander.
“All I’m asking is for you to think about this first. Apparently she’s not going to harm Tara just yet; she’d already have done it by now. We need to find out why she’s keeping Tara hostage and what she’s up to.” The older man made sense, Buffy couldn’t deny. With the mixture of Willow’s intellect, witchcraft (times 2 including Tara’s power), and her new evil vampire status, it was bound to produce a malevolent concoction.
*
She freed my hands in the dark shadows near the back entrance of the Bronze.
“No witchery kitten. Willow wouldn’t like that.” She referred to herself in the third person as she licked my ear. I couldn’t summon any power if I tried. Goddess, she smelled good. Her arousal scented the air and it fueled my own to my condemnation. I knew she had to smell my provocation as well.
My eyes shot around over her leather clad shoulder franticly looking for Buffy or one of my friends. No one was to be found; the club was crowded with partiers but no Scoobies were in sight. “They’re not here.” Willow’s head cocked to the side and she ran a finger down the side of my face. “Someone has to patrol pet.” She teased.
How did she know I was looking for them? I was too shocked to speak and if I did I wasn’t exactly sure that she wouldn’t push me to my hands and knees, in front of everyone, and spank me. And at this point, would that be too awful? There was no doubt in my mind that this monster, this vampire, this sexy redhead was absolutely making me wet with each passing minute in her presence. Did I really want to be saved?
“Bathroom, 5 minutes, I’ll be waiting…and watching.” Her emerald orbs drilled into my eyes.
She let me go.
I stood like a statue and watched her walk to the bar. Her ass in those leather pants was so hot. Tearing my eyes from Vamp Willow’s rear, I checked the exits to see if I could get away. There was no easy way out, they were all blocked by the crowd, and she’d surely catch me before I could reach one of them. I decided to stand against the wall by the pool tables. Maybe I could inch my way towards the exit nearest the bathrooms.
Willow could sense her pet’s fear and anticipation. She knew exactly where she was without having to lay eyes upon her. “Vodka and tonic,” she placed her order and sat on a stool. Her own eagerness mounted as she thought of a sweaty blonde in the throes of passion. The bartender placed the long stemmed glass on a napkin and pushed it towards the vampire. Her pale hand clasped the glass and spun on the stool to face the dance floor. Fishing the olive out, she lapped it with her tongue before crunching down on it. Hmm, kitten is getting close to the door. In an instant she was through the crowd and between her enslaved and its escape.
Shit, she’s on to me. Shit, she’s coming this way. I turned to walk the other direction but felt a cool hand grasp my elbow and guide me towards the bathroom. Fire ripped between my legs when she forced me against the wall and pushed her breast into mine.
“You are mine, to do as I please, understood?” Her lips were close to mine. Her eyes raked my face.
She’s going to take me, right here, tonight. I want this, I want her. How did she know? I can’t. I have to run.
“Understood?” She growled.
I am good and she is evil. If I go with her now there’s no turning back, but…. she is still my Willow. “Yes Willow.” Hearing my own submission made me more fervent.
The door opened and she steered me in first. I heard the door lock behind me. My heart raced.
“I know what you need kitten, my human counterpart was unable to provide you with it, foolish human hearts.”
“I…” I didn’t know what to say.
“Turn around.” She commanded with authority.
My body willed itself to face her. Her eyes were bright and anxious.
“Come closer.” Her voice was stern.
I stepped forward, but before I had set foot to the ground again, her arms were around my waist pulling my body to hers. Her lips crashed into mine, her hunger was evident, and my hunger surprised me as I engaged her back. Our tongues twirled and teased.
She ripped my shirt open revealing my bare chest. Immediately her mouth was on one of my nipples, I moaned loudly but it was drowned out by the loud music. I felt the instant wetness between my legs. When she drew back away from my chest and stared into my eyes, I knew then that the *game* was on.
“Turn around.” She ruled.
“Yes Willow.” I gulped and obeyed.
“Bend over.” My heart almost leapt from my chest but I laid over the counter for her. My center was dripping. How did she know that I wanted this? I never told Willow, human Willow.
“Do you want to be fucked?”
She wanted me to answer but all I could do was nod.
Firmer now, “I said. Do you want to be fucked?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t think you want it bad enough. Maybe this will help you make up your mind.” She dragged my skirt up my legs, yanked down my panties, and spanked my naked globes. “Do you want to be fucked ?
My body shuddered with each strike. I felt my center drip down my inner thigh. “Y-yes, yes, please f-fuck me Willow, please, please.” I begged as tears stung my eyes.
In an instant she sunk three fingers inside me. “Ohhhh...” She leaned against her hand and pumped me fast and hard. Her leather pants chafed my ass as she grinded. My hands scrambled to find something to hold onto on the counter. I could feel the animal in her.
“You like it don’t you pet?” She panted.
I answered without hesitation. “Y-yes Willow.” I dirty talk made me wetter.
Other women began to beat on the door. Neither one of us acknowledge it. I was too lost in the fingers thrusting inside me. She was oblivious, aiming only to please me.
She leaned over to pinch and twist my nipples with her free hand.
I reached and grabbed my ass to spread wider for her. I heard her growl; it brought the demon out in her. She pushed her fingers in deeper. “Ooooohh, Willlow, faster, faster.” When I looked over my shoulder I could see her forehead was bumpy.
Her growls and moans increased. I arched my back in complete rapture. This Willow knew what I needed, what my body ached for.
“Do you want me to taste you?” Her voice grumbled and she raked her pointy teeth across my shoulder. “Yes, please” I begged for more without shame. Sweat rolled down my spine and her tongue followed behind it.
Her ministrations slowed, her fingers curled with measured raps. When her lips found the peak between my legs, I began to tremble. Tender kisses preempted her sucking my engorged bud into her mouth. “Mmmm kitten,” her tongue slipped out and stroked. I put more weight forward onto the counter so I would not collapse.
She continued to lick and suck and thrust until my core tightened. I pushed back into her, she knew I was about to come. Engulfing my peak with her mouth she nuzzled in, slurping up my fluids. Her tongue persistently thrashed my folds. I pictured her on her knees with her face buried in my sex and my body shuddered, my walls clinched around her fingers and my center began to pulsate.
I felt delusional. I could barely catch my breath. She slid her fingers out of me and I knew they had to be glistening with my juices. I missed them already. When she stood and wrapped her arms around me from behind, she hummed in my ear, “you taste so fucking good kitten.”
I wanted to face her so badly. I wiggled under her. She rose up and when I turned around, her face changed back to normal. I watched her yellow demon eyes turn to green human ones. Her lips met mine with a satiated kiss. My knees went weak and she held me up. “Let’s go home, kitten.” She reached up and reconnected her chain to my collar and replaced my cuffs.
“Kitten.” Willow purred in my ear. “Kitten, wake up kitten, time to get ready for dinner.”
“Huh?” My eyes shot open, Willow was at my side on the bed in the basement. Sweat beaded my chest as I struggled to catch my breath.
“Mmmm, dreaming my pet?” Her evil grin cut thru me. “Was I in it?”
TBC
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Now she has absolutely no defenses...which is not for the good.
Michaela
Dopplegangland is indeed one of the best episodes ever. So funny! An Alpha VW she is...for now, well see. Thanks.
Btw, I own u now?
Heheheheheheheheheehehe. Way to piss Buffy off AND with a generous dose of Willow tossed in! And this is closely followed by...
Oh yeah. More puleeaaase!
at: 1/18/05 10:02 pm
I look up to that dinner out
Terra
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And poor buffy 
sad sad sad! I hope you update soon!! 