by Roger Doger » Sat Mar 03, 2007 7:23 pm
A knock at the door interrupted their kissage. Three distinct, languid raps sang out, followed by silence. The Wiccans quickly covered themselves, and Willow asked, “Who is it?” More silence.
Tara lay closer, so she pressed a hand against her own chest, asking if she should open it. Willow nodded, and as Tara rose, the redhead suddenly didn’t feel right. A cold shiver ran down her naked spine. What lay beyond their cozy room was something she’d rather not see, yet she didn’t know exactly what.
Before Willow could stop her, the door swung open. To their mutual surprise, they found a very familiar face. The new redhead’s skin was ashen, and her lips were black as coal, matching her inky, leather-bound outfit.
Vampire Willow leaned her head against the door’s frame. “Together again,” she said with an eerie, lazy smile, her gaze darting between the two lovers. “So you came around to my way of thinking after all. Delicious.”