The Vampire Slayer: Buffy and Willow
By Joshua
Disclaimer: All characters belong and are owned by Joss Whedon,
Executive Producer of Buffy the Vampire Slayer television series, and the
Warner Brothers television network.
This includes character death, lesbian and overtly sexual themes as well
as scenes, (no pictures, sorry), and has the possibility of developing into a
whole other universe in the Buffy-verse, depending if I get enough requests to
actually publish/put up the continuing chapters. This is extremely dark and you’ll like it only if you have a
torture streak running through you.
Just to warn you.
Feedback – Comments,
criticisms and thoughts are welcome at saberprime@angelfire.com
Pairings – Buffy/Willow, Willow/Cordelia,
Willow/Vamp-Cordelia
Section 1
Willow was lying down on her bed, studying a book on witchcraft and spells. It was almost 11 o’clock at night on a Tuesday, and despite that she was usually with Oz or the ‘Scooby’s’ at the Bronze, or maybe even out on patrol with Buffy, tonite she was just catching up on her magic. Though with the recent trouble with Faith, Buffy had been spending more and more time with the second Slayer, and even seemed to have found a new best friend in the intimidating, yet anti-social brunette. Willow was lost in her thoughts when she heard the soft rap on her French windows, and immediately hopped off her bed, padding barefoot over to the second story doors.
“Will, it's me.” Buffy said, and Willow opened the door, a wide smile on her face. She was surprised, but pleased, she had missed her best friend lately.
“Buffy!” she exclaimed. “What brings you here?”
“Just wanted to see my bestest bud of all my buds.” Buffy replied cryptically.
Willow was touched. She'd been feeling a little neglected lately, with all of Buffy's Slayer-time with Faith, and just as she'd decided to say something about it to Buffy, here she was.
“Come in, come in,” Willow said, ushering the blonde Slayer inside.
“Why, thank you, Will. So nice of you to invite me in.” Buffy said, placing a strange emphasis on the word “invite”.
Willow's expression deadened, and her mouth dropped open in horror. “Oh, god, no!” she exclaimed, taking in her friend's unnatural paleness... and the small trickle of blood by her jaw.
“You got a little...” she gestured to the side of her mouth, and Buffy swiped at her own mouth, wiping the blood away.
“See, Will. That's why I love you. Always looking out for me, taking care of me. Even when I'm a bloodsucking fiend about to kill you.” Buffy responded with an unnatural and unnerving smile on her face. Yet despite her words, her tone gave the impression that the statement was total sarcasm.
“Oh, Buffy,” Willow sighed the Slayer’s name. “What happened?”
Buffy realized she actually wasn't surprised by Willow's concern; she'd somehow known that becoming a vampire wouldn't stop Willow's adorable habit of mothering her. That's why she'd come here, instead of to Giles or Angel, who would have undoubtedly attempted to contain her until they could perform the gypsy Soul Curse. Whereas Willow, dear, sweet Willow, only wanted to sympathize. The thought of giving Buffy back her soul never entered her mind.
Buffy sat down on Willow's bed and smiled self-deprecatingly.
“I screwed up,” she said. “Big time. I thought there were only three vamps, and when I staked the third; the fourth one jumped me, drained me, and forced me to drink. I tried not to, but I was so tired, and I couldn't hold my breath forever, so I opened my mouth, and though I tried to spit it out, there was too much. I swallowed some, barely more than a drop, but it was more than enough. And when I woke up, I was a vampire.”
“What happened to your sire? I thought fledglings had to obey their sire unquestioningly. They just don't have the strength... of body or of will – to, well, defy their maker.”
“Yeah, well, I thought my sire was a jerk, so I snapped his neck. The stupid idiot hadn't even got rid of my stakes; I guess he didn't know I was the Slayer. Otherwise he would never have turned me. I found this book in Giles' private collection once, about a Slayer who became a vampire. She was so powerful, not even the strongest, oldest, smartest vampires could defeat her. But she was mad, you know, crazy mad, not angry mad, and she was too much of a liability. So the Watchers made a deal with the vampires, and together they managed to destroy her. It's one of the greatest scandals of the Watcher's Council, hardly anyone knows about it. I mean, negotiating with vampires? When the main reason they manage to keep such control over the Slayer is because they make her believe vampires are just evil, soulless demons that have to be eradicated? I wonder what they'll do when they find out I'm a vampire.”
“Well, they won't find out. We won't tell them.” Willow sounded determined to protect her friend. And she was. If she had to, she would fight every single vampire and watcher in the world to protect the… well, the demon that was currently her best friend.
“That's real sweet Will. But you forgot one thing.” Buffy stated.
“What’s that, Buffy?” Willow asked.
“I'm the most powerful vampire on earth. Heck, I'm probably more powerful than most of the demons around. So why do I need to hide from the Watchers?” Buffy smirked evilly. “I'm gonna wipe'em out. All of them.”
“B-buffy? Even Giles?” Willow stammered fearfully.
“Oh, no. Not Giles. I'm saving him for you.” Buffy kept the unnerving smirk on her pale face. Buffy then growled and vamped out. Willow shrieked and backed away, terror-stricken.
“Will, you never quite figured it out, did you? Vampires don't get friendly with mortals. It just isn't done. But if you were a vampire... I bet we'd be best of buds again. Forever.”
She advanced on Willow.
“B-but why, Buffy? Why me? Why not go after Xander or Giles... or Faith? I'm sure she'd be a perfect partner in crime, especially since she'd be as strong as you. You two could rule the world. Why change me?”
“What makes you think I'm not just changing you first?” Buffy grabbed Willow by the throat, bringing her close until they were face to face.
“But I'll tell you why I picked you. Or rather, why I didn't pick Xander or Giles or Faith. Xander's way too boring, too bland. Can you imagine him as a vampire? He wouldn't be anything special, just another evil bloodsucker. Not exactly my choice for the person I wanna spend eternity with. And Giles? Who knows how that would turn out? I could get a psycho vampire version of Ripper - fun, probably, but he'd get tiresome after a while. The dark streak is more of a novelty than something on which to base a long-standing relationship - and I mean long-standing, we're talking centuries here. And what if he was still Giles, only dead? Being with a librarian for a millennia? Please!”
“I guess there's Angel or Spike, but Angel would only want to give me my soul back, and Angelus would only want to destroy the world or get in my pants. And Spike? Like I'd want the psycho hoe's leftovers. So that just leaves you and Faith. And while Faith was a blast when I was human, that bad girl attitude just doesn't impress a demon. Besides, if she was as strong as me, you really think she'd want to be submissive to me? She couldn't beat me, of course, but it would get tedious after a century or two, always watching my back around her in case she got ideas above her station. Besides, really, there's only ever been one person I’d want to spend my un-life with. You, Willow.”
“Wow. I'm really flattered. And incredibly, mind-numbingly, terrified.”
“I love you, Will. I always have. I just regret that I never got the chance to tell you when I was alive. But you know what they say?” Buffy asked as she slowly moved her head, and therefore fangs closer to Willow’s neck.
“What do they say?” Willow asked, fascinated despite her current state.
“Say it with eternal life,” Buffy replied, lunging in for the bite.
Willow gasped. “Buffy? I love you too,” she said as she felt her best friend drain the life out of her.
“I know, Will,” Buffy whispered through bloodstained lips. “Now drink, baby, and when you wake up your Buffy's gonna have a nice surprise for you.” Buffy glanced over to the body slumped outside Willow's room as Willow sucked eagerly at her wrist.
“Loser,” she muttered at Faith's unconscious form. She let her human guise return as Willow finished drinking the unholy blood from her wrist. Buffy settled Willow's body back on the bed, watching her redheaded friend tenderly as she spasmed a few times, with death convulsions. Finally she was still and Buffy settled down to wait for the Change. When Willow opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw was her best friend, the woman she loved more than anything, kneeling over her.
“How you feeling?” Buffy asked with a smile, bending down to brush Willow's lips with her own.
Willow smiled, hardly believing Buffy Summers was actually kissing her. “Better than ever,” she replied. “But...hungry.”
“Mmmm. I know, babe. I got take out.” She helped Willow sit, and gestured to the dark-haired girl trembling in the corner. Faith had regained consciousness during Willow’s change, and Buffy had to nearly beat her to death before making sure that the brown-haired Slayer would not try to escape, or could for that matter.
“You really mean it? I can have her?” Willow sounded like a two year old who just got everything she wanted for her birthday and Christmas all at once.
“Baby, you can have anything - or anybody - you want. Just say the word.” Buffy replied.
“Does that mean...can I kill Cordelia?”
“Oh, yeah. But first, eat. You don't wanna maim and kill on an empty stomach.”
Buffy watched fondly as her beloved child stalked over to the Slayer in the corner, admiring her lithe grace. “Baby, when you're done we really gotta get you a new outfit,” Buffy commented.
Willow turned to face her, yellow eyes glowing with an unnatural light beneath a heavily ridged forehead, and spoke through a mouth filled with fangs. “Will it have leather?”
“Oh, you can pretty much count on it.” Buffy promised, and Willow turned to her meal with a self-satisfied smirk.
“See, Faith. This is why you'll always be second. Buffy's the real Slayer...and you're just a pale imitation.” Once more she paused. “Buffy? If I kill her, there'll just be another one.”
“So we'll kill her too.” Buffy answered distractedly, having found a hand mirror and was admiring her non-reflection. It was always something that had…fascinated was too strong a word, puzzled her.
“Yeah, but won't it get boring after a while? Having to kill Slayers all the time? Cause there'll be two of them, you know? Now that you're dead too.”
“I hadn't thought of that. See, I knew there was a reason besides your beauty why I wanted you. You're just so damn smart, babe.” Buffy got off the bed, and stood by her Willow. She put on her fangs and then kissed the pale redhead. Willow flushed with pleasure...although it was a metaphorical blush. She didn't have any blood to blush with...yet.
“Okay, don't kill her. We'll just chain her up somewhere. That oughta give us sixty-odd years Slayer free. So long as we make sure the other Slayers don't get too uppity.” She put her human face back on and let her lover go to her meal.
Faith shuddered and tried to pull away, but Willow was hungry. She growled and sank her teeth into Faith's neck, nearly swooning with delight at the rich, warm blood that coursed through her. Regretfully, she released Faith's neck before the girl died and stood up.
“So what now, Mistress?” she asked, now flushed with the fresh blood.
“Well, I thought we might pay a visit to some old friends,” Buffy suggested. “Starting with my dearest watcher.”
Giggling wickedly, Willow and Buffy linked
arms and headed out into the night. Of course
Buffy wanted to be sure that Faith couldn’t escape, even if the young girl did
regain consciousness from her severe blood loss.
That night, the term, “Paint the town red,”
suddenly took on a very literal, and dangerous meaning.