Consequences of 'What if'

Disclaimer: The Buffy Universe and all Characters are owned by Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Fox etc. I have written this story exclusively but have referenced real time events from the main series. I am making no money from writing this, but just felt that the tale needed to be told.

Future work in progress: I have a number of story ideas but will be aiming to finish this first. I will be publishing a chapter a week wherever possible.

Distribution: adult-fanfiction.org & tthfanfic.com exclusively at present although I may post on additional forums at some point in the future. I may also edit slightly to allow posing on more sensitive forums.

Feedback: Please leave feedback if you enjoy the story or have comments on its direction. Ultimately I am doing this for yourselves as well as myself so am thankful for any input.

Email: jason.thornton3@ntlworld.com

Spoilers: Nothing really beyond Series 3

Timing: This tale takes place at a turning point in ‘Doppelgangland’
Episode Number: 50 Season Num: 3. In this episode Anya convinces an unsuspecting Willow to assist her with a spell that will return her amulet and, with it, her Vengeance Demon powers. Willow, sensing something wrong with the magic, balks at the last minute and disrupts the spell. Instead of returning the amulet, the spell summons the vampire Willow from the alternate universe as featured in "The Wish" and sets her loose in Sunnydale!

Author’s notes: I always thought it was a shame not to explore this episode further and develop this darker shade of Willow in more depth! In the original Episode Xander and Buffy discover Willow is a vampire, alert the troops and take her down. The turning point in this is the delay in discovering that and the consequences that follow. It is portrayed from Xander and both Willows perspective so relates to everything the know, see, feel. Please appreciate that some events may be taking place behind the scenes that I will only allude to if they are relevant to the story. I have named this first

Title: ‘Consequences of what if!’

Night 1

There was a silence, a dark intoxicating silence. A single soft spotlight beamed down on centre stage. Where Willow stood, a dark silhouette against the white light.
Only her shoulders and face formed any resembling features in the shadow, the rest of her was lost to darkness. The illusion it created was that her very form was as much a part of the darkness itself. Her hair black as night framed a pearly white complexion where a pair of steel piercing eyes glowed with an icy visage.
A smile creped out of the corner of lips that were smeared with dark lipstick and a tiny fang caught her bottom lip where a small trickle of blood broke free and rolled down her chin!

Her voice broke through the darkened room. "Is there anyone here still thinking they are deserving enough to taste my kiss?"
Her eyes searched the dimness of the bar where bodies lay scattered about where they had fallen to a violent onslaught.

“Hmmm, am I to be alone this night?” She pouted “Aww…no mannie wannie strong enough for little old me?”

Moving slowly and deliberately she made her way down off the stage and strut her way through the fallen, ignoring the pools of blood mixed with spilt beer & broken glass.
Occasionally stopping to lash out with a teasing kick or knock a slouched bloody figure to the ground. Her tongue gently explored her lips trying to taste the sweetness that had been present moments ago.

Her hands ran their way from the back of her neck, circulating her breasts and slivered her stomach to end beside her hips in an assertive pose. She stopped to survey her surround and scour the floor for any subtle sign of movement.

"Is there no-one left to embrace me?" Willow frowned and then slumped on a nearby bar stool grabbing a small shot glass which still yielded a minor amount of liquor. She cracked the base against a young woman whose dead body was still seated but whose head was buried in an ashtray and downed it in one! The liquid burned slightly as it trickled down her throat but the sensation was stimulating nonetheless and Made her feel faintly warm, as if I'd been given a really good hug, by someone she cared about.
‘Ha’, she stopped herself, someone who she cared about, yeah right. In this strange place she was alone, she knew this already, she had sensed this emptiness since arriving but only a few hours ago.

The strange thing was the buildings were much the same but somehow different. The people all appeared to have a aura of optimism, like these fools that lay here dead having hardly lifting a finger whilst she played them, all hopeful to be spared if they just stood back and kept out of trouble, and by the time the last few realised I was looking to drink my fill they were too few and far too weak to stop me from ending their pitiful existence.

Just then a slight creak sounded from the back room and Willow was immediately on her feet, could she have missed something or could someone have survived?

She moved with alarming speed but the grace and silence of a cat. Her face contorted into the monstrous grimace that beheld the vampire in her. Then she was at the door which entranced the bar room and sneaked a glimpse around the edge of the doorframe! ‘Hmmm, nothing apparent, could it have been a trick of the wind?’ She thought as her visage returned to normal, ‘maybe’, but then the back creaked again and this time it was wedged open by a rugged looking baseball bat, the intruder still hidden from view.

Too slow she gleamed as she sprung from her hiding place and crashed into the door with the full weight and strength that was hers to command. The intruders hand that
Held the bat basked against the wall and the bat fell, scattering across the floor. Not pausing for thought she ripped the door back and leaped on her would be attacker! They both crashed hard onto the paving of the back yard!

“Willow?” The intruder gasped desperately!

Willow caught herself and pulled back suddenly …… No it couldn’t be? “Xander?”

Even in the dim moonlight she could make out the goofy look that she found so adorable, and she felt a shiver down her spine. But this could not be, she had seen him die only a few hours ago, turned to dust. The anger still bubbled inside her, unfulfilled it stirred again but yet here he was intact and still firmly together pinned between he thighs!

“Willow, how can you... I mean, I don’t mean to complain about what really should be every red blooded mans fantasy but you are holding me a tad tightly, and if you don’t mind?” Xander gasped!

“Oh …Sure…” Willow sprung to her feet in one leap and with an arm out right grasped Xander and pulled him to his feet!

Xander was about to speak again but Willow stepped forward and placed her finger over his lips stopping him before he uttered the first word “Shussss lover” She whispered.

Xander fell quiet and for the first time studied her back, she was dressed provocatively in a leather cat suit of sorts with belts and buckles holding it all in tight. There was something very different and very wrong here he found himself thinking but was strangely compelled to follow her suggestion.

Willow stood back a little and looked him up and down. He was dressed blue jeans, and a tight fitting jersey. ‘Cute’ she thought, pitiful but cute. Her mind drifted back to a few years back, a different time and place where a fast diminishing memory reminded her of a past life spent in the company of this incarnation of Xander that stood before her. A time before she sired him and he had become hers in mind and body, if not soul!

‘This was not her Xander’ she caught herself but like everything else in this world a twisted version of her reality, and yet he was still here and the Xander she knew was gone, could this be an opportunity to right a wrong done to her. Only she could put it right, she moved closer and ran her hands through his hair, down his face and stopped at his chest, where she leant her head against him.

Thump, thump…thump, thump…thump, thump…thump. She could hear his heart beating and fresh blood pumping around his veins and arteries. The sound and smell was intoxicating, inside she could feel the hunger and the craving growing and she knew she could not resist much longer. But this was different to those helpless wimps in the bar; no this was more than just a mere snack. This was a man she needed more from and she knew what she needed to do!

“Err, Willow …… what’s with this strong silent thing, is this what you are in to now … erm … not saying it’s a problem if it is!” Xander stuttered “… and not meaning to spoil your stride or anything ……I mean we are friends … but Willow the biker chick?”

“I like to think more of dominatrix than biker chick really lover you need to get a better perspective its much more fun”

“Less grease monkey more whipped cream? Yup I can see how that can float your boat” Xander shifted uncomfortable, taking a small step back! “What’s all this lover stuff anyway, all we had was a kiss and we promised never again and I am going to go with the premise that this is moving in the wrong direction here!”

Willow closed in until she stood just beneath his jaw line and glanced up at him playing all puppy-eyed “So how was I?”

“What” Xander gasped!

“How was my kiss, was I good?”

“Err, of course but I am kinda thinking that’s not the point”

“And what kind of point do you prefer” she grinned as her hand briefly stroked his crotch “Ahhh there it is!”

Xander choked and retreated suddenly “Now I am kinda thinking that really over steps the mark ……I mean what about Oz or Cordy?”

Willow looked bemused as she shadowed him “Hmmm, Now that’s more like my kinda of Xander more the merrier eh …… Or were you just thinking of pre-dinner sacks?” He mouth curled into a grin and the moonlight caught for an instant a slightly visible canine tooth revealing her true nature!

Xander fell back sharply “Willow, you’re a V..V..Vampire? Who did this to you, when …how? He gasped

“Ha, Did I ever tell you how quick you are, I mean apart from that first few times when well you know!” She rambled.

Xander moved slowly backwards towards the open yard gate. “Have you told Giles about this, perhaps he can fix you, you know it might not be too late, we could like turn you back, I mean not like turn you, more restore your soul and all that”

“Now why would I want all that baggage, without a soul I am free and unburdened and without remorse” She stretched out her arms towards the sky and kicked her left knee forwards, slowly she let them slip back down. One to her hip and the other she stretched before her with index finger wagging. “Now where are you going?”

“Erm, I was just thinking about slipping out for cookies and milk, can I get you anything cat woman?” He shifted awkwardly and made a grab for the half open gate.

“Now now, you know I cannot let you go that easy!” he waved her hand and a sudden wind erupted slamming the gate closed.

Xander snapped his hand back and looked around frantically for an exit “You know willow, under different circumstances I might love all this dominant female stuff but there’s a time and a place for Coming out and this is definitely not it!” He pulled at the gate but it was firmly wedged shut. The walls he noted were only 6 foot high, a tall measure but hell worth a try. He leaped and as expected fell short, his arms only just stretching over the lip as he kicked at the bricks trying to get a grip to lever him upward.

Suddenly something struck him from underfoot and he found himself plummeting skyward.

“Need a lift superman?” Willow giggled as she dusted off her hands.

Xander crashed awkwardly into the dirt on the other side of the wall and rolled over to see Willow effortlessly glide over the obstacle ad land softly on the turf!

She smiled a warm smile then flexed her lips back to reveal a perfectly formed set of fangs! “Cat & mouse games eh …… OK lover I can do with the exercise!” She stretched and stood staring down at him.

Xander was not waiting for her to think twice, he scrambled to his feet and limped away, picking up pace as the pain subsided.

‘Now this was her kind of fun’ Willow thought, she crouched down like a cat clawing at the earth whilst her tongue lapped out almost tasting the air. She waited poised for a few moments until he was only just out of sight then she was off.

……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

Xander ducked into a nearby alley, he couldn’t match a vampire pace for pace he knew this so was hoping to lose her in the labyrinth of the back streets.

In the half light and shadows he missed a stack of wooden crates and his shoulder ricocheted off them sending them crashing to the floor. ‘Stupid’ he thought.

He didn’t slow though as he reached the edge of the alley, turned sharp left then a right narrowly avoiding colliding with a set of trash cans that looked set up block the alley. He edged through them carefully trying to ensure they were not disturbed and ran on.

His breathing was heavy now and he could hear the echo of his heart ringing in his ears. ‘Phew, I need to really get in shape’ he reminded himself ‘This is insane’.

He broke the short series of alleyways and entered a lamp-lit street. He looked around franticly making sure he was not followed. The street was deserted; it was almost like a ghost town. ‘Never a slayer around when you needed one he thought’ then without more than a momentary pause sped across the street into another alley.

A few paces in though he stopped mid alley in mid shadow were two large figures one bent over with a large crow bar that he was trying to wedge into a window whilst the other stood back watching. They noticed him at once! “What the fuck do we have here then?” the taller one yelled, the other was upright immediately with crowbar poised menacingly.

Xander caught his breath “Err …… now fellas I don’t suppose I could just back off and we … erm … could pretend like we never met” he stuttered as he backed out into the main street again.

“Yer right” mocked the other, who Xander could now see was a lankier sort dressed in scruffy denim with a rolled up balaclava perched on his head “and a freshman like you is not going to call the cops on us at the first opportunity, no?”

“Freshman, erm no, like I have not even graduated, I know nothing, hell less than nothing and you … err…gentlemen are obviously just lost your keys and are trying to get back in with that crowbar thingy …… like err … Perfectly legit”

“Ha, nice try sunshine but no need to worry by the time I am finished with you, you won’t even remember who you are let alone be able to rat on us!” The tall one said as he stepped into the light, he was similarly dressed but was black and bald with gold chains and an earring to match. He smacked his fist into his hands menacingly.

Xander moved to run but the lanky one was quick and cut him off, as her tuned about face a large fist bore down on him and he fell to the ground his nose bleeding.

“Gonna tear your little squealing tongue out I am” the black guy spat”

“Now now boys I like his tongue just like it is!” Came a feline cry from up above.

All three looked skyward to see the leather clad willow standing on the rooftop above them. Xander sighed, she had been toying with him all along and could have had him anytime it seemed.

“What do you think a scrawny piece off ass like you is going to do to stop us eh?” the black guy mocked waving his fist in the air!

The lanky one chuckled sadistically “That’s it Mick lets fuck em both up!”

“Oh I intend to but lets get this piece of shit put down first” He turned his back on Willow almost dismissing her.

Xander wriggled backwards “Hey I don’t mind waiting, ladies first isn’t that the rule!”

“Ever the gentlemen eh Xander?” Willow smiled and stepped off the roof. Effortlessly she glided to the floor making the lanky guy momentarily step back and lower his crowbar.

‘Mick’ noticed this reaction and turned back in time to see her land softly on the pavement. “Hmm fancy tricks, you some kinda acrobat?”
He scoffed.

“Oh I wouldn’t say that more like vampire-bat!” She teased and her face contorted into a monstrous grimace with teeth clenched and fangs on full display.
A crowbar dropped and the more sensible of the two turned and ran sharply up the street. Mick however held his ground turned and picked up the fallen weapon. “Come on then bitch, you want to play catch!”

He swung the crowbar full on towards her head but she was gone quick as the wind “What the fuck!” he spat.
Suddenly a sharp pain erupted from the back of his neck and he realized where Willow had gone. “You sneaky cow!” he cried as she bit down deep and curled her arm around the big mans neck in a sleeper hold. Mick dropped the crowbar and tried to stretch his arms back but could not get the leverage he needed to reach her. In desperation he fell to the floor with willow still clinging to his back her legs constricted around his waist locking onto him.
The blood was gushing now as she gulped with pleasure like a rabid animal. He rolled around wildly but she would not be shaken. Eventually he slowed and stopped fighting as the strength left him and he lay their trying to catch any tiny bit of air his collapsed lungs could draw in.

Willow finally crawled out from under him and stood up looking down on the wreck that now lay dying below her, Blood oozed down her chin and was splashed on her leathers. She licked her lips and looked about, Xander was gone again ‘Smart cookie she thought’, taking a deep breath she slowly and deliberately stepped over the dying man to retrieve the fallen crowbar!
She crouched onto Mick’s stomach and he coughed up some blood with the additional weight enforced on him.

“So your gonna fuck me good eh?” She smiled a sadistic smile as her face returned to the soft pale complexion. “Hmm well it looked like I fucked you instead. Does it hurt baby?” Mick tried to say something but a cough was all he could muster and more blood.

“Awww cat got your tongue? Then your no use to me then” With a sharp thrust she buried the crow bar in his chest!” Mick’s body shuddered and drooped lifeless.

Willow stood and looked up the empty street. ‘Hmm here we go again!’

……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

Phew, that was close but at last he thought he had lost her.

His face still ached from the impact and his knee was seizing up again from the slight sprain earlier his breathing was still heavy but he was so desperately trying to control it as to not make too loud a noise.

As luck would have it down one alley he noticed a window ajar. This was too good an opportunity to miss and he forced the latch open enough to climb in. He clattered to the floor and quickly shut it behind him.
Sitting for a moment trying to catch his breath his eyes adjusted to the gloom. He was in a kitchen it seemed but the units looked barren and empty. He crawled out the door into another room trying to keep quiet and low. The next room was a lounge that again was bare but for an old sofa. In the corner though he noticed a phone and quickly made a dash for it, but as he held it to his ear his heart slumped, the line was dead.

‘Just my frigging luck’ he thought I find the one derelict house in the street and no ability to phone out. ‘Well hopefully I can hole up here for the night, and get back to Buffy and Giles’ in the morning.

He pulled himself upright and limped up the stairs, the odd one creaked painfully and he caught himself with each. Elsewhere was silent though, a good sign. He reached upper floor and glanced into the bedrooms, two of them thankfully both empty.
One had an old mattress leaning against the wall, ‘that’ll do’ he thought and he pulled it to the floor and slumped himself down with a loud sigh’

Lying there he thought for the first time of the loss of his best friend. A tear trickled down his cheek, ‘Why, why, why? Why her and why now, life just isn’t fair. Hadn’t they been through enough shit together’ their relationship had been a roller-coaster of friendship and love but mostly out of need to have someone close when all the crap broke loose in this hell spawned town. His thoughts turned from grief to anger. Where was Buffy when she was needed this was what she was supposed to be here for. Willow was her friend and she needed protecting. Damn it she was probably playing concubine for her own sex toy and vampire Angel.
Bloody Vampires, someone should just wipe the world clear of them, oh wait that’s what a slayers there for maybe someone should tattoo it on her forehead so she could remember it every day.

As he drifted between sleep and dream time a strange thought lingered, maybe it would be easier to accept Willows lot in this half life that he was living, maybe he should have given in to her embrace. Life certainly seemed to be a lot easer for the night freaks!

No need to work, sleep or for money. What you wanted you just take from the living and no consequences of killing to get it. Even food is a plentiful on every street corner. Then there was the power, something lacking from his life. He was the goof ball, the joker in the Scooby pack. In that bunch he finds himself being a poor parody of ‘Shaggy’ without Scooby Doo to dig him out of trouble when the going gets tough. No one listened to him about Angel, We practically delight in running alongside with the wolfboy OZ and Cordy thinks I am the biggest loser in Sunnydale. What’s next we embrace Spike with open arms? Man its fast becoming more like a bad episode of the Munster’s than a group of heroes trying to save the world.

His last thought as he drifted of to sleep was ‘Hell if you cannot destroy them join them eh, I seem to be the only fool that hasn’t so far, especially now Willow is lost to us’
……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

Xander awoke suddenly to streams of sweat pouring down his brow. His vision was blurred in his waking state and he looked about to find he was amidst the same gloomy room he had drifted off in dimly lit as dawn was on the verge of breaking. It shone through dusty scarlet curtains casting the room in a deep red shadow.
The nightmares were real then he thought. He almost hoped that he had dreamed last night’s events but no, that would be fair and his life was not that lucky.

He sat up and rubbed his eyes then pulled the clammy sweater off over his shoulders, it tugged as it clung to the sweat of his body. The he used the dampness on the material to wipe the sweat off his brow and the blood from his nostrils.

He rubbed his eyes once more and threw the sweater to the floor; then he felt a chill breath on the swat on the back of his neck. He started but was thrown back to the mattress before he could turn.
His arms were pinned and knee to shin held his legs firmly in place.
“Oh now lover you know giving me the run around only gets me all hot!” Willow smiled seductively “Now hold tight baby you will feel right as rein in a moment or two!”

Xander tried to gasp a response but his throat was dry and he could only cough a slight resisting. “Nooo!”
Willows teeth bit into his neck but he felt no penetration, there was but a pinprick like a needle applied by a careful doctor and then nothing but he could feel, oh boy he could feel. Deep inside a dull sensation was building starting at his chest where his heart was pounding loudly but slowly growing it intoxicated his body. He could now only half feel the pressure points where Willow had him still pinned but he was no longer trying to resist them.

Willow seemed to recognise the shifting of the barriers and released her grip on his arms. Xander in turn tried to cock his head upwards!
“Steady lover!” Willow whispered.
He could see Willow from the waist up. The buckles that held her leathers together were loose and through them Xander caught glimpses of her pale flesh a contrast to the hardness displayed by her exterior. He raised his hands steadily reaching inside her clothes to stroke her body. His fingertips steadily made their way up her back, until they reached her shoulder and he pulled her closer to him.
His heart was burning up now but he could feel the coolness of her skin pressed close against his keeping him from exploding and she responded in kind by letting her hands glide softly around his back. Xander arched his back slightly, lifting himself to provide the space that she needed and her nails slid up his spine then dug softly into his shoulder blades.
Her lips still locked onto his neck not allowing any blood to escape.
Below her legs slid up his thighs and he lifted his knees so she could curl them around tighter.

Then as fast as she had embraced him Willow released her lips and sat up straddling his stomach. His blood trickled down her chin and Xander looked at her with a new found longing. Her expression was lustful and playful in one and her eyes dazzled in the half-light.
Deep in his mind something told him this was wrong and he should try to fight it but he quickly suppressed it.
Her hands stroked his chest, nails making white patterns in his soft flesh, she formed the outline of a heart around where his beat. They stared at each other for a moment in silence, she smiled and Xander reciprocated with a warm look of affection.
Slowly she unbuckled the last of the straps on her top and allowed the nakedness of her body to be free.

“There now lover is that better!” She teased.

Xander went to speak, never had he been lost for a line, but in this instance his mind was a blank.

Willow noticed his discomfort and threw herself forwards her lips closing on his.
The taste of his blood still lingered in her mouth, ordinarily the sensation would sicken him but in this instance it excited and exhilarated him.

His hands slipped around her waist and caressed her thin frame, which seemed almost to now form part of him.
Willows hands clasped at his head ruffling his hair and twisting his face up to meet hers. She used one pale hand to cradle his face so that she could control the kiss.
It was a sign of control, she was in charge and letting him know it. Sometimes it's not when and what you touch but the way you touch.

Xander gasped as his lips were locked tight and was almost breathing down her mouth, using her breath to feed his lungs. Her fangs caught her lips and they bled and Xander found himself drinking from her lips now as she had fed on him only moments ago and he liked it, no more than that he needed it! He craved her he craved the blood mindlessly.

Her legs tightened. Tightened enough to lock her pelvis to his as she moved slowly up and down in a lovers caress.
His heart was raging now, and the more he drank the more the strength returned to his body.
Drinking her blood he was consuming the essence of the dead, and in turn becoming part of her in an unearthly bond, Willow knew this and it stimulated her greatly.

His fingers now dug harder into her shoulder blades and hers raked his back digging deep into the flesh. She could feel her strength waning, he was drinking too much and too soon, she felt her lips going numb and tried to pull away but is hands held her in place and he continued to drink.

“Noo…hmmmff Noo”…she tried to stutter but he was not listening. The bloodlust was consuming him and it would devour her unless she broke free. She pushed her hands against his forehead and snapped it back sharply at the same time bracing her knees against his waist to lever herself off him.

Xander fell back with a start and Willow fell back also. Both collapsed on their backs gasping for an air that seemed to escape them both.
Willow crawled slowly towards the wall and leaned against it watching Xanders chest rise and fall rhythmically.

She was not sure how long she sat there but she suddenly became aware of the light that was building and breaking though holes in the curtains, fast approaching her lovers frame. Dawn was coming! She crawled steadily around to check on Xander careful not to get too close. Then she caught sight of him eyes closed and asleep, blissfully unaware of the danger.

One hand clutched at his chest and the other supported his head as she slowly pulled him away from the light and into the shadows.
There she cradled his head across her lap like a newborn baby with one hand stroking his chest and the other twiddling his dark hair.
He murmured softly responding and his lips pouted slightly almost trying to resume the ardour, from their kiss.
“Easy lover!” she whispered in his ear “We have time now!” Her head fell back and her eyes rolled toward the ceiling “One thing we have is an abundance of is time!”