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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.
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Rating: NC-17Spoilers: Season 6, maybe
Pairings: VW/T
Genre: Alternate Universe
Distribution: Ask first, thanks.
Summary: Tara's been captured, Willow is a vampire, Scoobies are pissed.
CHAPTER 2“What in bloody hell are we to do?” Giles apprehensively cleaned his glasses for the third time in the last ten minutes.
Anya snapped, “Fat nasty vamp, I barely got away,” as she sat down onto the couch beside Dawn.
The brit raised a brow at Buffy and Spike. “Where were you two?”
“Back off Rupert! We had our hands full with the lot in the crypt.” Spike roared in Giles’ face.
“Look we’re not gonna get them back by fighting.” The slayer squeezed between the men and pushed them apart forcefully. “Well yes we are, but not by fighting with one another. Anya did you see which way they went?” Buffy directed her attention to the ex-demon.
“Out through the cemetery gates, after that I don’t know.” She attended the scrape on her elbow and continued, “The chubby one had both Tara and Willow. Two others had Xander, and we must get him back immediately because tonight is freaky sex night.” She added pointedly.
“Freaky s...” Dawn started to inquire wide-eyed.
Buffy interrupted, “not a word, young lady.”
Tires squealed outside the Summer’s home. Spike and Buffy arrived at the front door first. Giles, Dawn and Anya followed them out onto the front porch. With much aggravation, Anya pushed the man and young girl to the side to see the slayer and Spike helping a battered Xander off the lawn and onto his feet.
*
I trailed behind the redheaded vampire as she led me up a flight of stairs. Apparently there was a loft above the business. We ascended the stairs and landed in the living area of the apartment. The walls were red brick and the space was narrow and long. The only windows were the tall ones facing Main Street. Sheer drapes were pulled back revealing an unappealing view of Sunnydales’ downtown rooftops. Towards the back of the loft, track lighting illuminated an area that was partitioned, probably the bedroom. I shifted my eyes around looking for other exits, but there were none.
“Daddy had a nice little bachelor pad.” She remarked and pushed me back to sit on the sofa. I sunk deep into the suede leather couch. Carefully, she let go of the shackles when I was in place. She made her way to the bar against the far wall and started making herself a drink. “Anything for you pet?”
“N-no.” I shook my head; she shrugged and continued to mix her drink. I looked down at the chains and shackles that bound my hands. Not for long though, I felt compelled to gaze at this dark sexy version of my Willow. Not that my Willow wasn’t sexy but this Willow owned it, it was naturally a part of her. I watched her closely. It was Willow, it was my love, but the darkness consumed her now. It intrigued me. She looked up and caught me gawking at her. An evil smile crept across her face as she returned to her task. I boldly kept ogling. Her lips were redder, her skin paler if that were possible. Her confidence was not that of human Willow it was pronounced and it demanded compliance. The black leather pants and top hugged her tight diminutive body; this attire undeniable emphasized that confidence.
After plopping an olive in her glass she crossed the hardwood floor, which creaked or cracked with every step, and sat beside me. So close that when she crossed her leg it was over my right kneecap. Her arm snaked around my neck and she leaned into me. Her lips curled around the rim of the glass and she sipped her mix. “Mmm,” she released.
Her green eyes found my blue ones, “we are still girlfriends right? I may put my arm around you, right? I am still Willow; I just have a little different attitude, oh, and a different diet.”
I didn’t know how to answer her, so I didn’t.
She gulped down the rest of her drink and sat the glass on the table in front of us. When she leaned back she placed her free hand on my thigh and started to rub the pink corduroy skirt I wore. I knew she was staring at me now, but I didn’t look at her, I kept my head down. “There’s no reason to be ashamed or embarrassed pet,” she placed a finger under my chin and steadily guided it up to face her. “I’d be attracted to me too.” She looked steamily into my eyes again. Her hand turned my head and her fingers danced along my neck, then down the collar of my shirt to rest between my breasts. I braced for her to bite me. Undoubtedly, she felt me tense and chuckled, “not yet pet, not until you are ready.”
Ready?! I’ll never be ready!
She pulled my face back to hers and traced my lips. “Mmm, how I love these plump lips.” My face flushed and the pit of my stomach ached. I was so disturbed by the fact that this vampire was arousing me. How could I be attracted to a monster?
“You know kitten, my human self may have been fooled by that little shy act, but I know exactly what you need,” her voice was purring now. Her face was so close to mine. Our noses nearly touched, her sparkly green orbs darted back and forth from my lips to my eyes.
“W-what I need?” I spoke, my breath being taken in by her.
“Yes, what you need…” her hand ran around to the back of my head just above my nape and grasped a handful of hair then tugged back swiftly, “…is to be fucked.” The last word shot through me like lightening straight to my center. My head ducked and I shuddered.
Is that what I need? By the feeling in my stomach I’d say so. No, no, this can’t be she must be doing a spell on me. I don’t sense any casting though.
Footsteps sounded on the stairs. The boys were back. Thank goddess.
Willow stood and moved to the top of the stairs. As soon as they hit the second floor she was in their face, “did you see the slayer?”
“No, boss.”
“Where’d you drop Xander?”
“In front of the slayer’s house.”
“We need another den, they’ll be back here.” Her thinking was methodical. That characteristic was definitely one of her human self.
Frank looked to his brother then back at Willow, “we have a lake house, about an hour out of town.”
“Pack up, let’s go. We only have a few hours until dawn.”
*
Packing consisted of taking all the money and weapons in the building. Out on the street Frank and his more slender brother, whose name I discovered to be Ted, crawled into the front of a black Cadillac CTS. Willow and I slipped soundly into the back. Off we flew down country roads I had never been on before, dust boiling behind us. Willow kept me close in the back, one arm around my neck and the other back in its place on my thigh.
She spoke, “You know I must do this kitten, and its better I did it now than later.” Her eyes found mine and I felt her release the cuffs from around my wrists. She turned more towards me in the seat and clutched either side of my waist. With ease she lifted and pulled me to straddle her. My skirt slid up and her cool leather pants met my bare thighs. I took a sharp breath; my face hovered just above hers and her emerald eyes bore into my soul. I braced for her to bite me, and again I was wrong. We never broke eye contact as she took both of my hands in hers placing them palm to palm. The more engulfed in her gaze I became the more my eyelids felt heavier. I blinked slower. I felt hypnotic, her lips moved but I could hear no sound. Suddenly, my chest heaved up and hers followed suit. Bright rays shot from my eyes and mouth into hers while our palms fused. I wasn’t sure how long it took, but after all my power was gone I collapsed into her, my head landing on her shoulder. Her arms wrapped around me tightly. “Mmm, kitten, you taste so good.” I heard her whisper into my ear before I lost consciousness.
TBC
Edited by: terra21 at: 1/8/05 5:32 pm