Fic: Mercy 1/?

["nykademis" <phaisyle@xxxxxxxxx>]

This is my answer to the Vamp Willow Challenge.

Disclaimer: I own a few of 'em. The ones that aren't Original 
characters (ie. the one's on the actual Buffy Series) aren't mine, 
but you knew that didn't you?

Rating:NC-17 in all, after all she IS kinda gay...

Pairing: VampWillow/f

Summary: Willow returns to her own reality, a little different than 
when she left it.

Title: Mercy 1/?
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Willow opened her eyes and realized she was once again in her own 
world, but she wasn't where she'd vanished from.

She glanced around and found herself outside of the factory. Well 
almost outside. She looked back at her lower half was quasi 
solidified in an upper window. "This is so fucken queer" she slowly 
pushed her body backwards until she was fully inside, standing on 
the catwalk above.

She walked to the rail and looked down, watching the fighting. She 
watched as the 'puppy' she so loved to play with turned to dust "Oh 
the puppy went poof" she whined and pouted. Her eyes became fixed 
upon Xander and she jerked in a sublte souless pain as he too turned 
to dust. She remembered suddenly, the sweet *human* Xander of the 
other world. Such a pity, he really was a sweet guy, when he was 
human anyway. She then turned and saw herself, a strange experience, 
fighting near the cage they'd held to humans in only minutes before, 
only to vanishe seconds before the 'white hat' could shove her back 
into the broken wood.

There was a strange sensation as she fully materialized where she 
was standing. She shook off the dizzy's in time to see the Master 
snap the slayers neck. The look that came across her face as the 
life left her body reminded her too closely of the Slayer her 
counterpart had been so attached to. Something inside her snapped.

She slid quickly down the long pipes that made up that middle third 
of the Factory's structure, which left her some twenty feet from the 
floor.

The Master triumphant from killing the Slayer turned his attention 
to the 'White Hat' that had charged Willow only moments before. 
Grabbing the young man around his neck, he twisted until the head 
came off and blood ran from the ragged tear through his neck.

Willow leapt blindly in rage, still having double memories of the 
people she was watching being slaughtered. People that her 
counterpart loved, people that had sent her home. She connected 
solidly with the Masters back causing him to flail and fall forward 
onto a lever from one of the machines. Willow winced as the wooden 
piece ran him completely through and pierced her shallowly. She 
pulled back as the Master turned to dust and his hollow bones 
dropped to the floor.

The fighting stopped.

All the humans that could, had fled. Several Vamps stood staring at 
her in wonder, thinking she'd been slayed when she'd vanished before 
most of their eyes.

"You killed the Master"

The whisper ran through the full congregation.

Many began to back away while other just watched her in fear.

Willow changed into her game face and let out a scream that her 
weaker counterpart would've been more prone too than she. It 
succeeded in scattering the last of the Vamps into the waning night.

Once they'd all cleared out, Willow gave into her injury and fell to 
her knees. She managed to crawl to the nearest machine hoping it was 
the one that annoying girl had been in. She needed blood, and that 
of the dead cheerleading was conveniently there. But it wasn't. It 
was the wrong machine. She crawled further, moving towards the body 
of the dead slayer. She pulled herself over the lifeless body and 
leaned in to drink. She knew that dead blood wasn't the best, but it 
would take care of most of what she needed at the moment. She 
flinched as her incisors pierced the skin, and she began to drink. A 
warm feeling began to buzz throughout her body. The blood of a 
slayer, even a dead one, was stronger than any.

She pulled herself away after she'd drank her fill, though she made 
sure she didn't take enough that might cause the slayer to rise 
again. It was the last thing they needed. A pissed off undead slayer 
with an attitude. She stood slowly, taking deep breaths that she 
didn't need and examined the carnage that surrounded her.

There was blood, and assorted body parts laying around, piles of 
vampire dust were everywhere. The room had become a mass grave. She 
had to get out of there. Usually something like this would excite 
her, but this night, it made her stomach turn. So much wasted. She 
realized her different train of thought, and remembered the strange 
feeling that had gone through her when the little redhead had hugged 
her before they sent her back.

"What did you do to me"

Her own echoing voice was the only reply. Willow fled.
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She was so scared she couldn't see. She ran blindly through the 
streets of Sunnydale, hoping to keep ahead of the heavy footsteps of 
whatever demon it was that was chasing her. She turned a shard 
corner and slid in a greasy puddle and lost her footing. She fell 
and began to slid on the rough demin of her jeans, scraping her legs 
on the parts that had been worn thin. She wanted to cry out in pain, 
but it would call more attention to her than her bleeding legs 
already were.

Her mad slide stopped in the middle of that road. Unfortunately she 
was under a streetlamp that did nothing to hide her.

The foot steps came closer, and she could hear the taunting laughter 
as the scaly green creature cleared the alley as well.

"So I see our chase has come to an end 'Witch'. You gave a merry 
chase, but now I'm quite hungry" he slithered closer to her.

She found herself unable to stand on her already overly-abused legs.

"Algahaj nueritavu-" she cast, and a strage blue light appeared. It 
flashed at the demon driving him back several steps.

"Oh is that all you got?" he came closer again.

The witch was breathing heavily. Her powers weren't much in her 
weakened state. She eyed the creature as he came closer, the stench 
of death, and sewage wafted around him. She was surprised when he 
froze suddenly and began to back away.

"My game, I chased her, I caught her. No fair" he growled as he once 
again backed into the darkness.

"Don't care" a high feminine voice answered "I have her now"

The demon hissed one last time and vanished into the darkness.

The girl turned to see a leather clad redhead standing behind her, 
studying her curiously. She panicked when the beautiful woman 
slipped into a Vampiric game face.

"Who are you? I can smell the power in you?" Willow growled and 
stepped closer to the injured young woman.

"Mercy" she whispered looking directly into the golden eyes of the 
most beautiful demon she'd ever seen.

"Is that your name or are you begging for it?" Willow asked removing 
her game face. She tilted her head in curiousity.

"Both" the girl whispered.

Willow thought over that for a moment, and moved to touch her "Then 
have it"

The girl looked surprised for a long moment.

Willow was suddenly struck my the simularities. She'd seen Buffy's 
face when she first saw her at the Bronze. Her surprise then was 
evident. She'd also seen Willow's when she'd surprised her in the 
Library. Both were cute. And this girl had a mixture of both.

"I think I'll keep you" Willow said cryptically and picked her girl 
up out of the dirt and blood she still sat in.

"What?" Mercy said, jumping slightly when she was lifted 
effortlessly.

"I'm going to keep you" Willow repeated and turned to walk away. She 
didn't know exactly where she was gonna go, the Bronze wasn't an 
option with the Master dead.

"What do you mean by that?" Mercy asked wrapping her arms around 
Willow's shoulder's, a reflexive act.

"I don't know" Willow frowned.
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Willow walked through Sunnydale until she came to some trashy hotel 
rooms. She kicked in the door of an empty room and carried the girl 
inside.

"You need something for those cuts" She said eyeing the torn and 
bloodied flesh.

"They're fine" Mercy assured her.

"I don't like them, and I won't let you bleed" Willow stated 
flatly "I'm going for some supplies. You know human things. Stay 
here"

"What if I'm gone when you come back" Mercy asked not sure if she 
wanted answer.

"I know your scent I'll find you" Willow left the room without 
looking back.

Mercy was sure she was telling the truth. She was exhausted and the 
Vampire had thankfully settled her on the bed. She lay back 
expecting to rest her eyes for a moment, but instead fell into a 
deep slumber.

Willow returned no more than an hour later to find her newest 
interest resting. The bleeding had stopped but the skin around the 
cuts was an angry red against the pale skin of the girls legs and 
body. She slowly, so as not to wake her, ripped away the torn 
clothing and studied the wounds. Most weren't too deep, but some 
were long. When she had the girl completely nude, she studied every 
inch of her body. She was beautiful. Even with the wounds. Willow 
found herself wanting to touch her. Nothing unusual there. Willow 
liked to touch other girls. They were soft and warm.... but this one 
was hurt, and needed her help. Willow readied the First Aid supplies 
she'd stolen from a nearby drug store, after scaring the living shit 
out of the clerk.

She cleaned the wounds, while Mercy remained oblivious. It was then 
she took the time to study the girl. She was small, but well 
muscled, round in all the right places. The reddish blonde hair was 
just more than shoulder length and fell in soft curls around a face 
that was fit for heaven.

"Mercy" Willow whispered.

"Mmmm"

Willow smiled at the unconscious reply.

She pulled the covers down and lifted the girl up, and placed her 
gently beneath them.

"Sleep Mercy" Willow whispered stroking the mussed hair away from 
her face.

When she was sure the girl was still in a deep sleep, she grabbed 
some blankets and towels, and readied the room for the day. Vampire 
style.
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Faith was wailing on a punching bag when the wave of power hit her. 
She automatically finished her set, drop kicking the bag, which sent 
it the few hundred feet across the gym.

Isabelle Finch, her watcher looked up in surprise when the bag 
impacted the wall a few feet to the left of her head.

"Faith I think you've just been called" she said in a dull monotone. 
To surprised to do much else.

"Hell yeah! I'm THE Slayer *now*!"
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