FIC: "The Vampire Slayer: Section 2" NC-17 By: Joshua (V, SC, C-D, and T)

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Section 2
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 they 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&"




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