Re: Snippet: For No Good Reason

["buffythebushkangaroo" <buffythebushkangaroo@xxxxxxxxxxx>]

> AYE!

I haven't forgotten your email, kira. You may get your christmas 
wish...

Anne-Lise.

--

"Hello?" Buffy called out into the darkness. Her Slayer senses stood 
on edge, every fiber of her body told her she was walking into a 
trap... Noises and breathing and wrongness and...
The lights came on.
"Welcome home, Buffy!" Willow stood semi-naked in front of her.
"Willow? What are you doing here?" Buffy gestured about her, 
indicating her bedroom.
"I've come to play," Willow said.
"You've come to what?" Buffy asked incedulously.
Willow's face altered into a vampiric scowl. "I've come to play... 
Slayer!" She lunged at Buffy, fangs bared.
Buffy, caught unawares, could do little but hold Willow at bay by 
dint of strength alone. It felt like she was wrestling a pit-bull 
terrier. "Willow!"
"Don't you want to play with me?" Willow growled. "We can be such 
good little playmates!"
Tears blurred Buffy's vision. "Willow," she murmured, giving up the 
fight.
Darkness closed in on her. "Oh Willow."

*

Buffy awoke to a craving, a thirst. She needed... blood. The answer 
welled up from within. But first, she had to get out of this 
confining space... She burst forth from the moist soil to see Willow 
grinning at her from atop a tomb.
"Hey you!" she said and dropped down beside the grimy Slayer. She 
approached, closer, and gave Buffy a searing kiss which took her 
breath away. or it would have, if she'd had any.
Buffy frowned, or rather frowned more. She seemed stuck in a state 
of permanent frown. She realised she owed a devotion to Willow beyond 
any feelings of sexual attraction. Willow was her... mistress... her 
sire...
She shook her head and smiled, showing perfect, white teeth.
"Oh my", Willow admired. "They look so..." she broke off as her lips 
caressed Buffy's neck. Her own teeth penetrated the marble-white skin 
and drew of Buffy's own blood.
Buffy gasped as Willow's lips broke their seductive contact.
"What shall we do, mistress?" Buffy asked.
"Why don't we... go play?" Willow teased.
Buffy nodded. "that sounds like so much fun. Shall we go pick up 
some toys?"

*

Xander looked at his watch, and shook it for good measure. They 
were late. Late! He could've been doing something important! Well, 
something else. Where were they?
"Ah... puppy!" Willow's throaty voice drifted on the Winter's 
breeze, mocking and sultry.
"Willow?" Xander ventured into the near-darkness.
Willow stepped into the light, resplendant in leather. "Who were 
you expecting."
Xander took in the tight leather. "Erk," he said. "Um, what have 
you done with Willow?" he asked with a nervous giggle. "Hey, remember 
that time the other you..." he broke off as Buffy stepped forward 
into the light. Whereas Willow had looked sexy in leather, being 
leather-clad had transformed Buffy into a nightmarish creation. She 
looked like Faith always looked in his rose-tinted and perverted 
imagination, with an ass to die for, and breasts...
Xander realised he had a *serious* nosebleed.

*

"No more Xander," Willow pined. "He went away."
"He tasted better than I thought he would," Buffy admitted. her 
tummy growled.
"I don't think he agrees with you," Willow giggled.
Buffy stared down at her rumbling tum. "I think I'm still a little 
peckish," she said.
"Hey, we could go eat Anya!" Willow suggested.
Buffy considered the proposition. "No... it'd be more fun to drive 
her insane. More insane. How about a Dawn sandwich?"
"Hmm..." Willow's thoughts broke off as a shadowy figure stepped out 
in front of her.
"Buffy," Spike said. "Willow..." he frowned. "Somethings not 
quite..."
"Well, well!" Buffy cheered up. "Willow?"
"Hmm?"
Buffy gave her a wicked grin, her face altering. "Let's play!"

*

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