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 4:
“Yeeeeeeehhhh
AaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!” a feminine soprano voice screamed out
into the night.
As her scream faded, the red haired girl
gasped for air and began to sob all over again. She was naked, tied upside down in a stranger’s bed, and two
women were asking her strange questions, and one of them, also a naked redhead,
had just broken her finger.
Buffy and Willow were in Giles’ upstairs
bedroom with the girl that Buffy had brought for Willow. The 17 year old girl was tied with rope that
Buffy knew Giles had, in a bondage layout, with her arms tied securely above
her, her breasts, waist and abdomen tied in intricate knots, and her legs
spread eagle, but with her ankles touching her hips in a fashion that no human
could put it in unaided.
“Wha-wu-what-” sob “-what do-do…do you
wa-won-want with me? sob” the girl sobbed/begged. She was upside down, hanging from several hooks in the ceiling,
so that her arms were behind her as well as above her.
“I told you,” Willow answered in a soft
caressing voice. “I want you to tell me
your name.” Willow then proceeded to
take the girl’s right forefinger and broke another section of the bones within
the digit.
The girl cried out again and sobbed all the
harder. The broken finger was already
broken in five places, and despite the girl holding all of her other fingers in
a fist, the finger was in the shape of when someone makes a hook shape with
their finger. Though the shape was
decidedly inhuman in its very contours.
Also, pain was shooting through out the entire arm of the girl, and not
just because of the position it was forced into, not just because of the broken
bones in one finger, but because the disconnected muscles in said finger were
trying to pull it into the fist all of the other fingers were already in, and
such motion was no longer possible.
“JAMIE!” the girl screamed out. “My name is Jamie! I told you that already.
My name is Jamie,” the girl sobbed.
“Oh please! PLEASE! No, I’ll do anything, just please, please,
please, PLEASE! Don’t hurt me anymore!”
the girl begged as she felt Willow touching the joint at the tip of her broken
finger.
Willow only smiled, she was enjoying herself
immensely. Gently she rolled the joint
between her own forefinger and thumb.
Then she began to hum a familiar tune, though given the situation, as
well as the source, it was seriously out of place, and really, really creepy. “The Itsy Bitsy Spider” was background as
Buffy, also naked, crawled underneath the girl to look at her face-to-face.
“Please…no, please…no, stop, please, please,
please, please, pleasepleaseplease…” the girl mumbles and begged as Willow
continued to roll the joint and hum her wicked little tune.
“You know, I don’t think my girl here thinks
that you’re telling her the truth. And
I hate liars, especially when they lie to my girl. So I’ll tell you what,” Buffy commented casually, as though
discussing a shopping trip. “I’m going
to give you a hint about what she wants to hear, and then it will be up to you
about how much longer we’ll have to do this, OK?”
The girl, desperate and with tears in her
eyes, hastily nodded, which caused Willow to pause in her humming and click her
tongue in a teacherly fashion. She also
tightened her grip on the joint she was holding. The girl froze and stammered out, “W-wha-what d-d-do I-I-I-I have
t-to d-d-do?”
Buffy smirked and answered, “Well, if your
name isn’t Jamie, then chances are that it’s something else. But let’s take it from the philosophers
side, shall we?” Buffy paused as she
leaned up and licked the tears from the girl’s right cheek all the way up to
her eye. She gave an approving sound
and proceeded to lick the other cheek all the way to the eye. She smiled and continued, “I believe it was
Shakespeare who wrote, “What’s in a name?”
Therefore implying that we have no names, just words and symbols that
other people call us. Keeping this in
mind, you are not Jamie. See, to us,
you’re just a plaything to tease,” Buffy started circling the girl’s swollen
nipples with her fingers, “touch,” and moved on to fully caress her, “ and
torture.” and she sharply pinched both nipple causing the girl to wince in
pain.
Buffy crawled out from beneath the girl, but
before she did whispered in her ear, “Just a hint,” and rolled out onto the
opposite side from Willow. Speaking of
whom, was just finishing up the second verse of the hummed “Itsy Bitsy Spider.”
The girl was silent as she contemplated Buffy’s
“hint” and Willow seemed content to merely hum and play with the girl’s
finger. Finally, Willow asked again,
“What’s your name?”
The girl was quiet for several seconds and
answered in a timid broken voice, “I-I don’t have a name…m-Mistress.”
Willow smiled and brightened
considerably. She let go of the finger
and leaned in and kissed the girl’s cheek.
“Good girl,” praised the vampire, and then leaned back, took the same
joint between her fingers, and crushed it in a soft crunching noise.
She screamed louder than ever.
“Now that we’ve got the introductions out of
the way,” Willow said letting the fingertip fall loosely, as though the only
thing still holding it on was the very skin around it, “here are the
rules. So listen carefully because I
only say them once. This is a torture
session. I’m supposed to have fun, and
you’re supposed to have pain. So you
can accept it and learn your lessons, or you can be afraid and in more pain
that you can imagine for longer than you could ever stand. So you better decide now. And if you’re real good…” Willow put her
mouth to the girl’s ear and whispered (without breath), “…I might fuck you to
get you off. Once.”
The girl could only whimper and accept that
she was going to die.
Buffy, having had her fun, and not really
the one for a long drawn out torture session, got off the bed and put on her
black pants, white tank top, and her ever present leather jacket.
“Will?
You think you’ll be OK till I get back with Faith? I’ll be back before dawn, but I can’t say when.”
Buffy explained as she finished dressing.
“Will” was playing cattails with the girl’s
limp broken finger and barely paused to give her sire a glowing smile. Buffy returned the smile and climber back on
the bed to kiss her lover. “I love
you,” she said the ever repeated phrase once again. Willow stopped long enough to kiss her back and replied, “I
know. Now go get Faith while I play
with the doggy here. I’ll miss
you.”
“I’ll be back as soon as I can,” Buffy stole
one more kiss before patting “doggy” on the head and turning towards the
stairs. She barely took three steps
before a call from Willow stopped her dead.
“Hey, do you want a snack before you go?”
the occupied redhead asked. Almost
casually, she broke the middle joint of the broken finger. This time the girl, apparently adapting to
the pain, only whimpered loudly.
“What do you mean?” Buffy asked, coming back
to the bed, opposite Willow. “I thought
you wanted your first torture session to last as long as possible. That kinda means no feedings Will. But hey, it’s your night.”
Willow smiled, after frowning at the
whimpering girl. “You’re supposed to
scream,” she told the victim. Turning
to Buffy, “Well, I figured a small something wouldn’t be too bad. You know, like finger sandwich sized.” Buffy laughed and the girl trembled.
“What did you have in mind?” Buffy asked,
her eyes glowing yellow with humor and hunger beneath her furrowed brow.
Willow smiled evilly. “Bite off her little toe. Makes a good snack dontchya think?”
Buffy’s smile mirrored Willow’s as she only
nodded and leaned into the left foot close to her. She licked and teased the toe some before finally just biting it
off at the joint.
The girl screamed louder than ever. “Now that’s more like it,” Willow
praised. Enjoying her snack, Buffy
crawled up next to the girl, judging the reaction when the human saw Buffy’s
vampire face, she screamed with renewed terror and shouted/stumbled out,
“Wha-wu-WHAT ARE-rr-ARE- YOU-U-YOU?!!”
Willow once again clicked her tongue and
calmly took the girl’s clenched right pinkie and twisted it 180 degrees around.
Buffy smiled, and soundly swallowing her
snack, trampled downstairs as the girl screamed in fresh pain, and fresher
terror. Out of habit, Buffy grabbed
several stakes and other various weapons.
She also accidentally grabbed the silver
cross that Angel had given her when she first came to Sunnydale. When she realized what she had grabbed, she
hissed and immediately dropped it. Only
when she looked at her hand, there were no burn marks, and there had been no
pain either. Confused, she trepidly
touched the cross only for nothing to happen.
Carefully, she picked it up and held it in flat in her hand, against her
palm. Nothing.
It was definitely a cross. Buffy thought for a moment and raced to a
mirror on the wall. She held the cross
up to it, and the cross seemed to float in midair before it. Buffy had never known of a vampire to be
immune to holy relics before. Maybe it
was because she was the Slayer. Oh
well, no time to figure it out now, she thought.
Putting the cross on, she left and quickly
made her way to where she lost Faith, (hah, hah, pun intended) and picked up
the girl. As she was leaving the
apartment, she heard said girl barking like a chihuahua between sobs and screams. She laughed despite herself.
Meanwhile, Faith was still unconscious in
the alley, completely unaware of the danger that was slowly approaching,
following the scent of her fear, her sweat, and even her shampoo that Mayor
Wilkins insisted she start using.
When Buffy got to the spot, she immediately
picked up Faith’s scent and had little trouble following it; through the two
graveyards, through the three dozen bushes, through the seven some odd tossed
around back alleys, until she walked through a large alley less than a mile
from City Hall.
The scent was the strongest that it had been
all… um, search. She stepped out of the
alley…and stopped. The scent was
completely gone. Confused, she turned
back into the alley and caught the scent almost immediately.
‘It’s almost like she never left the alley,’
Buffy mused to herself. Then she looked
down.
And low and behold, there lay Faith. Out like a light with a bruise the size of
Rhode Island forming on her forehead.
She clicked her tongue, similar to the way Willow had just twenty
minutes earlier.
Interestingly, Faith still hadn’t managed to
get her hands free. Sighing, Buffy
picked up the pale, dirty, and broken Slayer, and slowly made her way to the
Bronze. She wanted to know what was
keeping Giles from coming back “home” to his “daughters”.
* * * *
At a walking pace, it took her about an hour
from where she had found Faith. She
noticed that while there were paramedics, it was only one ambulance. Surprisingly, there was only one cop
car. Ah, Buffy teased, Sunnydale’s
Finest. No wonder this bitch got away
with murder.
As she slowly made her way through the
shadows and around the warehouse style building until she could easily see the
back alley, where the coroner’s van was, as well as all the other cop
cars. Oh yeah, Angel and Giles were
there talking too.
Smiling, she moved closer, hiding in the
shadows of the coroner’s van and another cop car that had its lights turned
off. She heard as Giles shouted several
times because Angel was muttering something that even she couldn’t
understand. Finally, Angel explained,
loud enough for her to hear, what had him so troubled.
“Giles.
Buffy and Willow are dead.
Willow was the one who did this, but Buffy was there also. Both of their scents are on that cloth that
was over Oz’s face. It was all Oz’s
blood though.” Angel said deadpan.
Buffy was suddenly struck by how stupid
they’d been. It should have been
obvious that Angel could smell their scents, and be able tell the difference of
what they smell like human, and what a vampire smells like. Buffy could have slapped herself to death,
if not for the facts that it would tell Angel she was there, and that she was
already dead.
Silently, she creeped around the vans and
sticking to the shadows, se turned to see her ex-Watcher turn a familiar shade
of pale and mutter the words, “Oh my God,” before his eyes rolled back and he fainted,
he actually fainted! Buffy
thought only Wesley did that, trying hard as she could not to laugh.
Just managing to control herself, she
stalked away with absolutely no sound.
Something that she had begged Angel to teach her once. Now that she was an actual vampire, it was
easy. She wasn’t aware of Angel’s eyes
on her, but she was aware of him running towards her as she reached the end of
the alley. She quickly jumped up onto a
fire escape with no sound and Faith still over her shoulder.
She watched silently and with a frown on her
face as Angel stopped just beneath them and looked in all directions. Apparently not seeing what he wanted, he
subconsciously dropped his shoulders and raced back to help Giles. But not before glancing at his watch, giving
Buffy exactly how much time she had left till sun-up.
As Angel raced off, Buffy dropped back to
the ground. It would have been so easy
for her to have landed on top of the souled vampire. To kill him on the spot.
An unconscious growl began to emerge from Buffy’s throat as she watched
Angel. It was suddenly so clear to
her. She HATED him!
And not because a vampire kills and hates
it’s loved ones, when it was human, first, though in this case that was a
considerable portion of the reason. As
a human, Buffy had been hurt by Angelus, and Angel had been different ever
since he had returned. But ever since
she had realized that she loved, had always loved Willow, Buffy had resented
him.
Now, as she even looked at him, she felt a
hatred so pure, so great that it boiled the very blood in her body. She ran as fast as she could back to Giles’
apartment, where her real and true love awaited.
TBC….