Post by Doc on Dec 26, 2005 20:01:51 GMT -5
Takes place after the ep where Vamp Willow comes to Sunnydale. Completely AU after that. PG-13 for now, though I have a feeling it'll go up.
Buffy opened her eyes to the moonlight glowing softly through the window. Lazily she sat up in the bed, looking around at the bare room she was in, trying to remember what had happened. Then she remembered.
Willow. Willow as a vampire. Willow’s fangs sinking into Buffy’s neck, slowly drawing Buffy’s lifeblood out of her, the stranger, coppery taste as Willow’s own blood slid down her throat…
Buffy stopped, putting a hand to her chest. No heartbeat. No need to breath. Willow had turned her.
And Buffy was hungry.
Idly, Buffy wondered where her Sire was as she got to her feet, looking around. Voices floated up to her enhanced ears from below.
“Are we sure she’s here?” Xamder’s voice sounded. Buffy grinned. Xander. Willow would be so pleased if she left him alive for her to turn.
“Yes, well, Willow did say she would be here,” Giles too. Maybe they were all here. Willow had sent her a treat. The least the former Slayer could do was leave her some…
“Can we not refer to her as me. ‘Cause she wasn’t. Me, that is. I mean she was, but…” Willow! But she was alive. Buffy could hear her heartbeat coming closer. How was that possible?
“Let’s try in here,” Oz said, opening the door. It was Willow, alright, back to wearing her ugly sweaters, hiding that gorgeous body of hers.
“Willow?” Buffy asked, confused. “What’s going on? How come you’re all…fuzzy? Like your human again or something?”
“Willow didn’t stop being human,” Xander said gently. “You just had a bad run in with some Willow from an alternate Earth.”
“Another…Willow?” Buffy said, confused. “Where is she now?”
“We sent her back,” Willow said with a nod. “Good thing, too. She was all skanky and…Buffy?”
“Gone,” Buffy whispered. Her Sire was gone. Where did that leave here?
“She smells wrong,” Oz said. Buffy looked at him.
“What do I do without my Sire?” She asked no one in particular.
“Oh Lord…” Giles whispered. Not this. Not again.
“Sire…?” Xander whispered.
“Oh no,” Willow said. “Oh no, Buffy…not you…” Buffy looked at her, tears streaming down her face. Sire gone? No, she was right here. Well, kind of. She wasn’t the one who turned her. Not even a vampire. Yet Buffy still felt Willow somehow. She tipped her head to one side.
“Did you drink?” Buffy asked.
“Huh?” Willow asked through her tears.
“Did the other Willow feed you?” Buffy clarified.
“I don’t…Oh!” Giles thought back to Willow’s little play act at being Vampire Willow. The charade had only worked by their Willow ingesting some of her counterparts blood, to hide the fact she was human, much to Willow’s disgust. “Yes. Yes she did,” Buffy brightened considerably, clapping her hands excitedly.
“She did it willingly, didn’t she?” Buffy asked with a grin. She wasn’t sure how she knew. She just knew. Her Sire had outsmarted them all.
“She did,” willow said, thinking how odd it was that her counterpart had been so willing to help.
“She knew you were going to send her back,” Buffy said with a smile. “But she couldn’t leave me without someone to take care of me,” she pointed at Willow. “But we so have to do something about your clothes. You really need to show yourself off.”
“Wha…?” Willow gaped. “Buffy smiled brightly at her.
“She made you my Sire, silly. I’m hungry. Can I have someone to eat?”
Buffy opened her eyes to the moonlight glowing softly through the window. Lazily she sat up in the bed, looking around at the bare room she was in, trying to remember what had happened. Then she remembered.
Willow. Willow as a vampire. Willow’s fangs sinking into Buffy’s neck, slowly drawing Buffy’s lifeblood out of her, the stranger, coppery taste as Willow’s own blood slid down her throat…
Buffy stopped, putting a hand to her chest. No heartbeat. No need to breath. Willow had turned her.
And Buffy was hungry.
Idly, Buffy wondered where her Sire was as she got to her feet, looking around. Voices floated up to her enhanced ears from below.
“Are we sure she’s here?” Xamder’s voice sounded. Buffy grinned. Xander. Willow would be so pleased if she left him alive for her to turn.
“Yes, well, Willow did say she would be here,” Giles too. Maybe they were all here. Willow had sent her a treat. The least the former Slayer could do was leave her some…
“Can we not refer to her as me. ‘Cause she wasn’t. Me, that is. I mean she was, but…” Willow! But she was alive. Buffy could hear her heartbeat coming closer. How was that possible?
“Let’s try in here,” Oz said, opening the door. It was Willow, alright, back to wearing her ugly sweaters, hiding that gorgeous body of hers.
“Willow?” Buffy asked, confused. “What’s going on? How come you’re all…fuzzy? Like your human again or something?”
“Willow didn’t stop being human,” Xander said gently. “You just had a bad run in with some Willow from an alternate Earth.”
“Another…Willow?” Buffy said, confused. “Where is she now?”
“We sent her back,” Willow said with a nod. “Good thing, too. She was all skanky and…Buffy?”
“Gone,” Buffy whispered. Her Sire was gone. Where did that leave here?
“She smells wrong,” Oz said. Buffy looked at him.
“What do I do without my Sire?” She asked no one in particular.
“Oh Lord…” Giles whispered. Not this. Not again.
“Sire…?” Xander whispered.
“Oh no,” Willow said. “Oh no, Buffy…not you…” Buffy looked at her, tears streaming down her face. Sire gone? No, she was right here. Well, kind of. She wasn’t the one who turned her. Not even a vampire. Yet Buffy still felt Willow somehow. She tipped her head to one side.
“Did you drink?” Buffy asked.
“Huh?” Willow asked through her tears.
“Did the other Willow feed you?” Buffy clarified.
“I don’t…Oh!” Giles thought back to Willow’s little play act at being Vampire Willow. The charade had only worked by their Willow ingesting some of her counterparts blood, to hide the fact she was human, much to Willow’s disgust. “Yes. Yes she did,” Buffy brightened considerably, clapping her hands excitedly.
“She did it willingly, didn’t she?” Buffy asked with a grin. She wasn’t sure how she knew. She just knew. Her Sire had outsmarted them all.
“She did,” willow said, thinking how odd it was that her counterpart had been so willing to help.
“She knew you were going to send her back,” Buffy said with a smile. “But she couldn’t leave me without someone to take care of me,” she pointed at Willow. “But we so have to do something about your clothes. You really need to show yourself off.”
“Wha…?” Willow gaped. “Buffy smiled brightly at her.
“She made you my Sire, silly. I’m hungry. Can I have someone to eat?”