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
On Main street, you rarely ever saw
vampires. Actually, you never saw
vampires on Main street. The only
places you saw vampires was the place where you were about to die. So Buffy and Willow, both very attractive
females, walking arm in arm down Main street may not have been the most unusual
thing to see, seeing them both vamped out while they were, was.
As soon as anybody got close enough to see
what they were, or to see their faces at all, they immediately ran away as fast
as they could. Much to Willow’s
displeasure; Main street was totally empty and devoid of humans in less than
five minutes.
“Good reaction,” Buffy commented as they
passed the abandoned coffee shop.
“Maybe for, you, but I’m still hungry. You did say I could have anybody, right?”
Willow asked, her yellow demonic eyes glowing with the night’s mischief.
“Anybody, babe. Just name them, or even point them out, and you’ll have ’em in
less than two shakes of a Slayer’s stake.” Buffy replied.
Willow giggled. “You and your euphemisms,” Willow held Buffy a little
closer. Suddenly an idea struck
her. She slowly began to steer them
towards the Bronze. Something that her
evil vampire double, well duplicate might be a better term now, had tried to do
when she was here was take over the Bronze.
Willow planned on eventually doing the same thing, but for this evening,
she had plans for her ex-boyfriend, who happened to be the lead
in the band that always played at the Bronze.
As the turned onto the street where they
could easily see the lighted sign of the Bronze, Buffy knew where they were
going, but was somewhat at a loss as for why they were here. They only had so many hours of the night and
she wanted to take care of Giles before he could begin to suspect
anything. That and it was getting near
the end of her scheduled patrol.
“Will, what are we doing here? I told you, you could have Giles, and we
don’t want to make him suspicious by being late for dinner.” Buffy smiled at her
humor.
“Oh, I know, and I love you for that, but
there’s something, or rather somebody, that I want to take care of first. You don’t mind, do you?” Willow asked,
almost pleadingly cute.
That face was almost as irresistible as the
“Resolve face”. Buffy just chuckled to
her self, and lead the way. Not wanting
to attract too much attention too soon, the two young vampires looked human and
were let in by the bouncer at the front door.
They were regulars.
The Bronze was crowded, as usual, and Willow
could hardly control herself as she saw all the humans, who to her eyes were
happy meals on legs. Up on stage, the
Dingoes were playing, and Oz was on guitar just outside of the spotlight, like
he usually was. Buffy knew exactly what
Willow was planning on doing.
A look was exchanged between the two of
them, and in that moment a plan had been formed and agreed upon. The two split up, Buffy heading to the
upstairs where most of the sound and lighting equipment were controlled, and
Willow out to the front of the Dance area.
She was still wearing a long cotton dress,
mostly maroon with flower patterns, but she had taken off the matching white
sweater. So now, her pale arms and
paler shoulders were fully exposed, and almost seemed to glow in the mass of sweaty
bodies. The contradiction of her white
on white pale skin with her dark and vibrant reddish orange hair drew the
attention of several men throughout the room.
The least of which, Oz was not left out of.
Once she was out in front, with the entire crowd
dancing and gyrating to the music behind her, Willow looked straight at Oz, and
smiled. This was no ordinary smile,
either. It was a wild, mischievous,
sensual, and suggestive smirk that a Nymph would blush at. For Oz, as controlled and quiet as he always
was, he just grinned back and kept his eyes on her, never once losing his place
or the beat of the music he was playing.
Until Willow started to dance.
It wasn’t the kind of dancing that Faith was
into, nor that much of a slow dance, but its effects were all the same. Still smiling, uh…smirking, at Oz, Willow
began to move her hips and legs and then feet a certain way. Then, still moving, she moved her hands down
over her hips, down her thighs, and then reversed course when they came to the
knees. Holding onto the dress as her
hands moved upwards, the hem, which had been mid-calf, slowly slid up to just
below her waist as her hands stopped just below her breasts. Looking at Oz with an almost feral
intensity, she dropped the dress back down and repeated the process twice
more. Oz never once looked away, and
only slowed in his playing twice, but never bad enough to mess up the whole
song.
As the song came to a close, suddenly a
spotlight was focused on Willow. She
was facing the stage, still gazing at Oz, and she never stopped moving, though
she did stop pulling her dress up.
Everyone seemed to naturally part away from her, forming a sort of
semi-circle around her and the stage, with more than five feet all around her.
She was pure seduction, and pure innocence
all rolled into one moving figure.
Despite his boasts and even truths of Oz’s self-control factor, no man
with a pulse, and even many without, could not look upon this fiery beauty and
not approach her, especially when she stared at him like that and he “claimed”
to be her boyfriend. The band, no one
was lost on the tension between the guitarist and the cute redhead up front,
took five, and the backup singers, a.k.a. “Slow-dance singers” came on stage
and began another set.
Oz came down front and made sure to give
Willow a very thorough kiss, she deserved it.
Ever since they had finally, emphasis on finally, broken down and
made love last week, there had hardly been a moment when they weren’t
kissing. Now was hardly any different.
Except something was different. Willow kissed him back with an intensity
unlike herself, almost outright assaulting him with her mouth and tongue. Then there was something different about the
way she felt. Her lips and mouth, which
were usually warm and very inviting, were slightly cooler and was somehow
different. He couldn’t place it, but he
suddenly pulled out of the kiss when he felt Willow’s hands suddenly firmly
planted on his butt. He stiffened a
little, and she immediately removed her hands and put on a pouty face. He was putty, and she knew it.
As the slow song continued, something of
Alanis Morrisette without the tempo, he noticed that Willow was directing them
to the center of the dance floor, and the spotlight seemed to move with
them. They stayed there for several
moments before Oz spoke, in his (as always) unnervingly calm voice.
“Hey,” he said in greeting, and then lightly
kissing her still pouty lips.
She smiled, though it seemed different from
her usual smile that she always gave him, and responded, “Hey,” and then
kissing him back.
“So, what brings my beautiful Willow down
here tonight? I thought you had to
study for a big final or something like that?” Oz asked.
Willow just smiled…smirked…well, uh,
actually she just gave him a look that said “Fool, your breakfast to me and you
don’t even know it, and you want to know why I’m here?” but he read it as,
“Silly Oz, I wanted to see you. I love
you.”
“Oh, I got bored with that. I wanted to have some fun before graduation,
and where better, and who better, than to spend tonight with my boyfriend at
the best club in town.” She said it in an almost sultry tone, but it was still
“Willow”.
“The only club in town.” Oz pointed
out. “Yeah, so?” Willow responded.
The songs had changed without either noticing,
and both were still in the middle of the dance floor with the spotlight on the
two of them. They still had a five-foot
radius of no people around them, but Oz could care less about that with Willow
in his arms. The fear and arousal that
she smelled in the air were actually turning Willow on. She wasn’t surprised or worried that some
fear was coming off Oz, but she was a little bit upset that it wasn’t of
her, so much as for her.
After the song changed again, this time from
slow and romantic, to slow, erotic, and steamy. The spotlight was still on them, and Willow smiled a secret smile
that Oz both knew and had no clue what meant.
She began to dance again, though it was far more sensual than he had
ever felt her be before, well outside of her bed or his van anyway. No, he thought as the song continued for
another few moments, he had never felt her be this sensual before.
Suddenly both he and the redhead became
aware of a presence behind him. He
half-turned and saw Buffy standing there, in the gap of people. She smiled the same secret smile that Willow
had, and came up behind him, and then grabbed onto Willow’s shoulders and
arms. With him inbetween them.
“Uh, hi…b-Buffy…” he said haltingly as he
felt her strong curves come up solidly against his backside. Willow didn’t seem to notice, or didn’t care
that her boyfriend, her lover, was being felt up, and was being allowed to feel
up her best friend. “Hey Buffy,” Willow
said in a way that almost sounded like an actual physical caress of the other woman.
“Hi Willow,” the blond replied in an
identical fashion. She looked at Oz,
they were all kind of grinding to the slow music, especially Willow and Buffy,
and nodded briefly and said in a flat tone, “Hey Oz.”
“Um…” was all he could say.
“Oh, you don’t mind if I cut in? Do you Will?” Buffy asked as though Oz
wasn’t even there.
“Well, I don’t mind if you come in,
but I would mind if you cut in. I don’t
want Oz to feel left out.” Willow answered, putting unusual emphasis on the
word “come”. This did not get past Oz.
“No, um, if you two want to dance, I, uh,
I’ve got to get back on stage…you know…” he was beginning to lose his cool
demeanor, he knew something wasn’t right.
Willow knew what could have been going through his head, and Buffy knew
that he was beginning to suspect. They
both smiled.
“Nonsense,” Buffy responded, pushing herself
closer to Willow, and therefore deeper into Oz, and moving her hands to
Willow’s waist. Willow in turn moved
her hands from Oz’s shoulders to just on either side of Buffy’s breasts. “We want you to be comfortable. After all, your Willow’s boyfriend lover,
and I am her best girlfriend lover.
Though we haven’t actually ‘bonked’ yet, I’m sure we’ll change that real
soon, right lover?” She was interrupted
by Willow leaning further into Oz, and moved her head around his to eagerly
kiss Buffy’s mouth.
Needless to say, Oz was a little more than
freaked, but he still managed to keep what remained of his cool. Buffy continued after breaking away from
Willow’s kiss, “So, you’re just going to have to get used to situations like
these. Besides, if I smell correctly,
you aren’t entirely hating this, are you?”
There was something about the way that Buffy said that, not just what
she said, but how she said it. Like it
was some sarcastic joke that she knew he wouldn’t get. Plus, what she said was the truth. With her and Willow’s pelvic bones touching
his pelvic bones, and constantly rubbing back and forth in ways that could get
a hard on off of a real corpse, he couldn’t deny that part of him was enjoying
it. But his survivor instincts told him
something was really wrong, and told, no…commanded him to get out and away from
these two he once called friends. It
only got louder as he realized that they were holding him so tightly between
them that he couldn’t escape, not even if his life depended on it, which it
did.
“What’s going on?” he asked, still
unnaturally calm, as that most guys would have fainted, if not from terror then
from passion, by now. Buffy, not
exactly known for her patience, looked at Willow with a question in her
eyes. Willow, who despite enjoying this
immensely, was beginning to get a little bored, and nodded to the unspoken
question.
Abruptly, just before the song ended, Buffy
and Willow disengaged from Oz, and forcefully taking his arms, led him to the
back Exit. To everyone else it looked
like Oz was the ladies man for the night, having two beautiful sexy women dance
with him, and on both his arms as he escorted them out. Applause rang out as the left the club. Mostly from the men, but a few whistles from
a couple ladies.
Once they were outside, Buffy was pleased to
see that no one was in the alley, human or otherwise. They finally let go of Oz, more like throwing him into a pile of
garbage that had been dumped in the lighted corners. He struggled to his feet and asked them once again, all masks
cast aside as the terror washed over him in wave after wave. “What’s going on?”
Buffy stepped into the light, a few feet
from him, and her face morphed to one with a heavier and furrowed brow without
eyebrows, yellow/black almost glowing eyes, and sharper teeth that showed
despite her still having her mouth closed.
Oz’s terror spiked to over double what he had been feeling. Then Willow stepped out of the shadows, a
few feet away from Buffy, her face already demonic. When Oz saw, and recognized what had happened to her, he begun to
experience a fear that human’s of this century simply do not know. The last humans to have had fear, much more,
reason to have such fear would be considered to be of a time when man
was not the greatest predator ever to inhabit the earth, but would be
considered to be the third lowest creature on the food chain, doing only better
than plants and amoeba. He also felt an
intense sadness. The woman that he
loved was dead, and not only dead, but far worse, eternally dead.
“Willow…” he croaked. She smiled…smirked the way that she had been
all evening, and he finally understood what it meant. It was a predators’ smirk.
When it has its prey right where it wants it, and both it and the prey
know that there is nothing that could save the weaker creature.
Like a switch had been thrown, Oz’s terror
overtook his actions and he ran between the two to the end of the alley as fast
as he could. Buffy and Willow watched
him for a second or two, exchanged a glance that told them which would chase
after him. Buffy won, or lost, it
depends on how you look at it I guess.
She moved with vampire upon Slayer speed,
and easily caught up with Oz before he was even so much as ten feet away from
the opening of the alley. She threw him
back, and he literally flew to Willow’s feet.
She easily picked him up, and slammed him against the wall. He was gibbering now, as most humans would
in their last panic-stricken moments.
It was beyond pathetic.
Deciding to take pity on him, which was the
first and one of the last times that Willow the vampire ever took pity on anyone,
(I repeat AN-NY-O-NE), and she bit into his neck rather messily and
harshly. He was dead a few seconds
after she began to feed. His last
sounds were similar to that a dog makes when it’s afraid and hurt, kind of a
whimpering, yelping, animal sound.
Buffy came up shortly after his body had
slumped to the ground, very and quite dead.
“You didn’t save any for me.” She commented, a slight pout in her
voice. She regained her human features
and looked at the blood-smeared face of the vampire in front of her. Before Willow could offer any response, she
found herself in a tight embrace with the blonde vampire-Slayer and being
kissed like she had never been kissed before.
It was one of hunger, pure animal hunger that made her feel primal and
alive (metaphorically speaking), and opened up an emotional floodgate to the
demon inside the redheaded witch.
First to understand, demons cannot
love. They are physically, emotionally,
psychologically incapable of even understanding the concept of love. Unless, they are half-human. Like vampires. And hybrids ofcourse.
Anyway, the demon that took the place of Willow’s soul was suddenly
flooded with emotions and feelings and reactions that it just did not know how
to handle. Willow’s body, Willow’s
soul, and everything Willow had, loved Buffy.
Ever since she had sat down and spoken with her at lunch that fateful
day, Willow had been in love with the blond from L.A. who happened to have a
reputation for blowing up her school.
So just because Willow’s soul left, didn’t mean that the love left, oh
no, quite to the contrary. It somehow
seemed stronger than ever, perhaps because the two things that had been holding
it back were no longer issues. The
first being Oz, while the second was Willow didn’t know if Buffy felt the same
way about her. Now she not only knew,
she was getting tongue and fang from the same woman, who just watched her kill
her ex-boyfriend and both were now drinking the blood of said from her very own
lips. The demon, new at having emotions
and love and pure arousal coursing through its body, did not know what to think
or do. It was scared.
Willow pulled back from the kiss, Buffy, who
now had a similar smearing of blood across her face, looked at Willow
worriedly. “What’s wrong?” she
asked. The demon that was inhabiting
Buffy knew exactly what the other demon was going through. It too had felt the myriad of emotions and
feelings, especially when it discovered that it did not want to just kill
Buffy’s loved ones, as is customary for all vampires when they are first
turned, but it wanted to love and do everything that Buffy had wanted to do
with Willow. It didn’t hate her, or
resent her as what usually happened when demons took the places of souls, but
it found itself loving her, and not only that, but it was IN love with
the wiry redhead, but it didn’t want to deal with the soul of Willow, it wanted
her body, her passion, her powers even, but most importantly, it wanted the
love of the demon that now inhabited Willow as it inhabited Buffy. It couldn’t explain this, it didn’t want to,
it only knew what it had to do to get what it wanted, and right now, that meant
being “best friend Buffy” so that “Willow” would talk about it, and then the
two demons could love each other for all eternity.
“I-I, uh, I…I…can’t…I don’t…I, uh, I-I-I…”
it/she stuttered. Buffy smiled, and
drew her “best friend” closer and pulled her over to sit on the steps leading
into the Bronze. “Come on, you can tell
me. We’re best buds, right?”
Willow suddenly smiled, apparently feeling
better playing the friends game than talking about its feelings. “Yeah, we’re best buds. So what do best buds do?” the redhead asked.
Buffy had yanked a rag from Oz’s shirt and
was using it to clean up the now drying blood from her lips. Once she felt her face was clean enough, she
started using the sodden cloth to dab Willow’s mouth clean, like a mother
wiping her baby’s face clean. While
doing this, Buffy answered her friend’s question. “We talk about what we did today, we make small talk, we tell
each other what were going to do tomorrow, and…we talk about our love lives. And after all that, we talk about our
feelings for one another.”
That last one startled the Willow vampire,
enough that she immediately tensed and reminded Buffy of “Nervous Willow”, who
always babbled and jittered and paced until Buffy calmed her down. “What-what feelings? I don’t…I don’t know what your talking
about. I’m perfectly A-OK in the
feelings department. Yes sir, no
problems here. I am problem-free. My feelings and me are both perfectly
without problems, yes sire, completely absent of all problems, no there are no
problems here, we have no…”
“Will, baby, babble alert.” Buffy
interrupted. She was just staring at
the newly-re-born redhead vampire, absolutely fascinated at everything that was
happening. It…she actually found the
nervous display to be cute.
Demons don’t do cute. But she couldn’t help it, and every part of her knew it, she was
in love with Willow. Didn’t matter if
she had a soul, was a vampire, was like Angel, or was a rat snack, she loved
Willow and the only thing that could change that was a conscience that cared,
or that didn’t want Willow to know. That
was no longer a problem.
Willow stopped talking and stared back at
the vampire-d Slayer. Finally the demon
let itself be known as something besides Willow, “What’s happening to me?”
it/she asked, vamped out. Buffy
finished wiping Willow’s mouth and tossed the filthy rag away, coincidently
right onto Oz’s face. She hugged her
only and true friend tight against her cold and at the same time warm
body. It always took some time before
the demon “became one” with the person, and Buffy was only just beginning to
think of everything she was feeling as her instead of the human’s
or strange emotions.
“Shhh, shhh, it’ll be OK. I know, I’m feeling it too. Aren’t we the lucky ones to be the only two
demons who get stuck as the vampires of two girls who could never stop loving
each other?” she asked sarcastically.
“It always takes time to get used to having a demon inside instead of a
soul, and even then, it’s a little weird until the demon gets used to being in
a human. But believe me, once the demon
and human merge, it’ll be better. Much,
much better. I promise. I love you Will.” Buffy meant every syllable of that last line. There was no more demon and human, now she
was just Buffy, vampire ex-Slayer.
Willow pulled out of the embrace, and looked
steadily at her best friend and lover.
She had actual tears rolling down her face. Despite all the legends and stories, vampires do not cry blood
tears, they cry with salt-water, same as the rest of us, its just that nobody
ever sees a vampire cry, and if they do, they don’t exactly get a chance to
tell anybody else about it.
“What-“ sniffle “what do you mean?” she
asked.
“Which part? The it’ll get better as you get used to it, or that I love you?”
Buffy responded.
Willow laughed out loud through her tears
and gave the Willowy response, “The second one.”
Buffy smiled and picked up some of Willow’s
tears with her fingertip, she put the finger in her mouth and savored the salty
taste before answering. “The reason
that I turned you, instead of torturing you, or killing you, or feeding off
you, or cutting you up into tiny-itty-bitty little un-bait-worthy…”
“I get it.” Willow interrupted.
Buffy continued, smiling, “The reason I
turned you was not only so I wouldn’t be alone for eternity, or to guarantee
that I didn’t, heaven and hell forbid, get careless and got myself killed
someday. I turned you because I, not
just human Buffy, not curious demon Buffy, but I love you. And I don’t care whether you’re human,
vampire, or whatever in Satan’s name Angel is, I love you, and nothing, nothing
can ever change that. But I figured we
could have more fun as vampires. Plus,
a demon loving a demon, can’t get more gossipy than that, now can you?”
Willow had stopped crying, but she still had
a certain pout on her demonic shifted face.
“Will, baby, Red? Talk to me.”
Buffy said quietly. To make things more
comfortable, she shifted to her own demonic visage. Willow looked at her with longing and a small amount of
definitive love. Finally she spoke, “I
love you?” It was a question, and Buffy
knew what she had to do.
“I’d like to think so. Because; I…LOVE…YOU!” Buffy stated in a way
that left Willow with absolutely no doubt about the Slayer’s feelings. The demon in Willow began to realize
something in that moment. It was
beginning to like love. It especially
liked the way that Willow’s blood seemed to boil every time it’s sire spoke of
her feelings for her/itself. As it
searched its own dark and twisted emotions of greed, power lust, and hate, it
found that its own feelings were responding to the other demon in front of
it. It may not have been falling in
love with it…uh, her, but it was definitely beginning to really like her. Kind of like having an ally in a war,
someone you know you can count on, no matter what. It definitely liked this feeling, and was actually anxious for
its merger with Willow to be complete so it could feel the full effects of
love. Right now its love was that of a
child’s for its mother. Give ’em one
more feeding together, and they’d be in the sack by tomorrow night.
Willow smiled further, and shifted to human
face (looked human, while vamp out will be the same) and leaned in and gave
Buffy a patented Willow kiss. Oz could’ve
testified, but, well no he couldn’t.
She caressed her lips against the still vamped Buffy in tiny little
kisses that teased and excited the undead Slayer. As Buffy responded, giving more of a full-on body contact kind of
kiss, she loved the way Willow was kissing her, and never wanted her to
stop. Unfortunately, they had to stop,
or they would never make it to Giles’ on time.
Buffy wanted to have fun with the old Watcher before giving him to
Willow. She had a plan.
“Um, gawd Willow, unh…” Buffy groaned as she
pulled herself away from the woman she loved.
“We…we gotta stop. We can’t do
this out in the open. It’s only five
hours till the sun comes up, and everything that I want to do to you right now
is going to take a hell of a lot longer than 5 hours. Besides, I promised you Giles, and I want to play with him a
little first. Do you mind?” Buffy was afraid of alienating her new lover
by asking her to stop. Even if she did
have a good reason for it.
Willow smiled as Buffy looked human and slowly
got to their feet. Willow seemed to get
a mischievous glint in her eyes as she answered Buffy, “Mind, why would I
mind. I love every one of your plans. Do you think we can do it in front of him?”
she asked after a (metaphor) breath.
Buffy’s smile seemed to reflect the same
mischief as she tugged Willow to the end of the alley, thinking about the idea
the little red witch had given her.
They walked arm in arm all the way to Giles’ apartment on the edge of
uptown Sunnydale. This time they looked
human for most of the way there.
* * *
Ten minutes later, a dark figure walked into
the alley. He saw the body and rushed
over to it. He instantly knew that
whoever it was, was dead and had been for some time. That was when he moved the bloodied and sodden rag that hid the
boys face. When the man saw who it was,
a trace of emotion that he never usually allowed to appear crossed and vanished
across his face. He silently cursed
himself, the demon within him, and everything evil in the world. He also cursed whoever had done this
travesty. Rather than waste much more
time mourning over his lost friend, he moved to get up to call another
friend. When suddenly he caught a very
familiar scent in the air. But it wasn’t
just in the air, it was on the cloth he was holding, it was practically all
around the alley. And another scent was
with it. One that disturbed him beyond
comprehension. He spent no more time in
the alley and raced to the nearest phone.
He rapidly called a memorized number and waited impatiently for the line
to pick up. Finally after five rings,
someone answered.
“Hello?” spoke a distinctly British voice.
“Giles?
It’s Angel…”