Stupid World

DISCLAIMER: No infringement of copyright is intended. You know the drill, anyone appearing on or mentioned on BtVS are ME's. New characters introduced here are mine.

EXTRA WARNINGS: Language, slanguage and general wackiness.

SPOILERS: None.
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Stupid World

by Eris © 2003 -- All rights reserved.

Chapter Two

The sun was up when Buffy and Willow finally made it back to home base.

"My feet are sooo beat. All I wanna do is fall into my bed." Buffy griped.

"I am so there." Willow agreed, her tired brain allowing her lips to speak before it actually realized what they had blurted out then quickly forced to pick up the slack and rewind, "Oh, but not in your bed, in mine."

Buffy smiled soft. "Wil, I get it." She calmed turning the key in the lock.

"Sorry, tired."

"Seconded." Buffy slammed the door behind them.

As they removed their coats and put them on the pegs Willow's brow knit with question at the sight of a foreign coat already on a hook. Buffy didn't notice and moved towards the stairs, the climbing of which seemed like a monumental task.

On the way up Dawn came bouncing down. "Hey, Buffy. Wil? When'd you get up?"

"No sleep for the weary Wicca." Willow rolled her eyes.

She pursed her lips at the vague. "Okaaay. You better hurry, Buff, Xander will be here in fifteen."

Buffy's face fell, she had completely spaced on today being a work day. "What? No! Wil, make it stop. Bed nice and warm. Do a spell or something and be me for the day?" She groused.

"Yeah, right. You're on your own, Miss I'm-Responsible-for-Molding-a-Whole-Heaping-Lot-of-Young-Lives. Today, I am so blow off chick."

Buffy threw her gimme-a-break face. "Wil, you are never blow off chick."

She gloated big time brandishing a grin from ear to ear. "I can be when I have a free. No classes today."

Buffy glowered. "Uch, bitch."

She just continued to smile. "Yup, one hundred percent. But a bitch about to hit the oh so cozy hay."

"Buffy, hurry up." Dawn called from the kitchen.

She whimpered and reluctantly trundled down the stairs as Wil ascended to quietly enter her room.

Inside it was dark. It seemed Becca had put a blanket over the window to keep the light out. She had mentioned once not liking the eastern exposure.

Leaning against the dresser she kicked off her shoes and began unbuttoning her pants when she noticed something. Something that made her pause. Something that made her breath catch in her throat and her blood stop in her veins. Peering through the dim she called. "Bec?"

A hand stirred.

"Becca?"

Then slowly a patch of red moved and a body turned revealing a familiar face and an equally familiar voice. "Knew you'd show up before too long. Welcome to the party." There was a tap of the mattress and Becca was shoved to shift over more to make room.

"You?! What are you doing here?" She uttered face frozen somewhere between confusion and revulsion.

The vampire raised her brow and cockily replied. "Your girlfriend. What's it look like?"

Willow was so not in the mood for this now. Her eyes became tired angry slits as hostility made its escape. "Get out of that bed!" She barked.

"Awwww, no cuddles?" Then the vampire pouted perplexed and blinked innocently as a thought crossed her mind. 'Not freaked by me? How come?'

At that moment Becca's head sleepily popped up at the ruckus. "Willow?" She rubbed her eyes and looked about.

Two heads snapped round. One perturbed. One smug. Turning back to look over her shoulder at the standing her, the vampire smiled pleasantly, then returned her attention to the girl in the bed putting on a good show. Running her fingers over her lips, she kissed her. "Shhh. Lay back down."

She was hesitant.

"Dooowwn." She accentuated with a tone change midway through.

Becca complied.

Looking back to the other her again she uttered. "So well trained."

"Get up." Willow growled grouchily.

"However did you do it?"

"Get out of that bed!" She repeated lurching forward, grabbing at her wrist trying to strong arm her away.

The vamp however snarled and instinctively reacted grabbing back, accidentally slicing open her hand with sharp talon like nails.

"OW!" Willow exclaimed jerking her hand away, a trickle of blood flowing from her wound. Looking up from her injury, straight at the vampire she squinted in anger, "You...!"

Vamp Willow pursed her lips affecting innocentface. "Oopsie."

Incensed Willow's eyes immediately turned black and the room went cold. She raised her hand a bolt flying from her fingertips hitting her double square throwing her back into the wall with a loud clatter and thump as she fell to the floor in a heap.

The impact knocked the blanket from the window and brilliant beams of sunlight came streaming in to envelop her.

"Shit!" She squealed instantly rolling out of the direct light as the smoke began to billow. Patting at herself for reassurance she looked up quirking an eyebrow from her spot on the rug. "So not nice. Becca, freaking, relax her."

Becca jumped up and went over to Willow. She tried to attend to her hand.

But Willow grabbed her first performing an impromptu visual exam. "Sweetie, you okay?" She didn't hurt you did she?"

"No no, why would she?"

"Hello, vampi--oh, yeah." Willow looked to the recovering her. "Is she?--"

Becca shook her head. "Different one."

"Really? Wow!"

She then kissed her. "Thank you."

"Wha? Why?"

"For getting her for me."

"Getting her? For...what? Bec, I didn't."

Becca stared at her perplexed. "If you...But she's..."

"Exactly." She nodded.

They looked to the vampire who had gotten up and was wrapping the sheets around herself and crawling back into the bed.

Willow marched over, snatching up some articles of clothing off the floor. "Get out of that bed and get dressed." She tossed the clothes at her.

"Hey, rude much." The vamp sneered.

"You haven't seen rude yet."

The vampire looked around her double to the girl. "Becca, handle this." She droned.

Becca moved to her Willow again, took her by the hand and spun her about. "Willow don't be angry--"

"Yeah, don't be angry." She mocked as she put on her clothes.

"I invited her to stay." Becca finished.

"You let her in the house?"

"Noo. But I don't want her to leave."

The vamp finished pulling on her top and noted it was a bit tight due to her full tummy. "Mmm, such a tasty pretty." Then slunk over to them, to Becca, to hang on her. "How 'bout we all just chill? More zees to be had..." She reached a hand out to try and stroke Willow's face, "...And who knows what else?"

But Willow pulled away. "Ick factor, no."

She smiled enticingly crinkling her nose and giggled. "You know you wanna."

"With myself? I think not. I told you before."

'Ah, that answered that.' "Not me, but sure you do. No weirdness. Familiar." She purred at the possibilities.

All of a sudden there was a pounding at the door. "WIL! Wil! What's going on in there?" The door swung open and there stood Buffy with a hand over her eyes. "Okay, God, I hope everyone's decent. Tell me now coz the hand's coming down."

Vamp Willow spun Becca around in front of her as a shield wary at the sight of the Slayer till she noticed that she had her eyes covered.

"Buffy, it's okay." Willow assured.

Buffy peeked around her fingers her face dropping as quickly as her hand. Her eyes danced between the two Willows. "Ohhhh, great, I'm so tired I'm hallucinating."

Willow shook her head. "No, your not."

Buffy's jaw went slightly slack. "She's back?"

"No. New."

"New? Like Becca new?"

"No. New new."

"New new? As in 'nother new?"

"Yup." Willow nodded.

"Aw, crap." She rubbed her temples as they suddenly began to throb.

The vampire had stopped cowering behind Becca and was now taking a good hard look at this world's Slayer while listening to the babble. In the park she was too surprised to notice, that and the Slayer was bundled up. This filly wasn't the mirror image of her arch nemesis. This was a snip of a girl. Soft with carefully primped and streaked hair, designer fashion with non sensible shoes, looking quite young and carefree. No visible scars or coarse lines revealing the hardship a short but intense life of fighting and misery had left.

She observed the exchange between her double and the deadly one finding the dynamic intriguing, alluring and even a little arousing. Feeling pangs of jealousy she tightened her grip on Becca patience wearing thin and finally piped up. "If someone woulda told me the Slayer was retarded on this world I woulda come ages ago."

"Zip it." Came an echoed response from the duo.

All at once Dawn called up from downstairs. "Buffy! Xander's honking."

"Shoot." She fidgeted. "What are we gonna do with her?"

They looked to her self indulgently rubbing herself up and down on Becca.

"She's not going anywhere." Buffy remarked eyebrows raised.

"Definitely, nope." Willow pouted.

Then exchanged a look and in unison again said. "Basement."

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In the basement Vamp Willow sat and glowered. What was she doing? She played at the manacle about her wrist. Chained to the wall in the Slayer's basement. She must truly be mental. Maybe she should have resisted? ...A little harder? But where would that have gotten her? The witch was impressively strong and she could still feel the daylight spell warm on her skin like an afterglow. The Slayer had backed her double to toss her down here straight away before she left. Yet, it was Becca who had pleaded her side and talked Willow into relenting. She sighed. Her double was way too prudy. After all her girlfriend's gentle persuading she really meant what she said. Who knew no truly meant no? She shifted on the cot sleepy and bored and alone. Her pretty had offered to keep watch over her but her double declined emphatically and bid the girl away casting a boundary spell. She was not getting out of the basement till she was let out. Maybe there was something to this magic thing? Lying down she ran a finger over her lips then turned on her side and closed her eyes dejectedly. She'd keep working on this world's her.

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"I can't just turn her away." Becca argued.

"Why not?"

She frowned. "You know why. She's you."

"She's not me."

"You know what I mean."

"She'll hurt you, you need to be mean." Willow encouraged.

"To you?" She pouted swexily.

"*You* know what *I* mean." She stroked her with a cheeky smile. "This is nirvana for you, isn't it?"

She just smiled coyly.

"You do know she can't stay."

Becca raised her brow. "What? Why?"

"As much as I'd like her to stay too, she's gotta go back to her world, sweetie."

"...But, she's orphaned like me. You can't just impose her on some unsuspecting world, they won't survive her. I know how to handle her. Temper her." She nuzzled her softly. "Thanks to you."

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The vampire watched intently as Becca came down the stairs. "Oooo, you look almost as yummy *in* clothes..." She leered lasciviously. "...But you know, you needn't have dressed for breakfast. I'm just gonna eat you right here." She reached for her but was stopped by the chains and growled. "Unacceptable."

"Patience, love." She cooed and produced the key.

"Been more than patient."

She looked at her and just shook her head. "You did this to yourself."

She smiled and feigned shock face. "Uh-uhh."

"Yuh-huh." Becca nodded and kneeled beginning to undo the cuffs. "You had a free ride upstairs. Coulda stayed in the big warm bed with me--us--"

"And I pushed." She pouted swexily playing it for all it was worth.

Becca nodded. "You pushed."

"I like to push." She pursed her lips innocently.

"I know, but you see where it got you?"

Her face fell and Becca thought she looked like an angry child who was about to throw a tantrum upon not getting her way.

"There." Becca continued upon removing the chains. She rubbed her wrists gently, unthinkingly as no circulation would be restored by her actions.

Willow reached out for her pulling her in joyously. She surprised herself at how easily she became accustomed to and craved companionship, especially this one's. She missed her Xander sometimes, mostly when she was pent up or frustrated or just wanted to hit something. Yet somehow, once she had been turned and had him, truly had him, the thrill was gone. She liked how this one was warm, like prey, and even though she didn't struggle to escape or scream and reek of the fear aphrodisiac, she felt the same fleshly excitement as if she were stalking and killing.

Becca lay her head in her lap hugging at her waist and ran her fingers up and down a leg.

Willow stroked her hair and drifted away on thought. She had killed more people than she could remember, taken whomever she pleased and terrorized whenever she felt like it, but this was the first time anyone had ever given themselves to her freely. She liked it, got off on it. Pulling the girl up she kissed her hungrily tasting her double on her lips.

Becca moved to sit next to her on the cot then tugged at her.

Willow stood, pushed her back then straddled her lap pawing at her, resuming the kissage, but Becca stopped her with a firm finger pressed against her lips.

She raised an eyebrow then playfully tried to suck on her finger but Becca pulled it away and she put on a vexed expression at being denied.

Becca just smiled, licked her lips and blinked, then slowly, seductively brushed her hair back and pulled her collar away exposing her neck.

Willow's brow rose with interest, she pursed her lips running a gluttonous tongue over them. Meeting the girl's gaze they shared a moment before she took Becca in her arms and let her fangs descend. Leaning in she kissed her starting at her cheek slowly making her way down her neck. She licked at it then gently blew on it.

Becca gasped ever so slightly and tensed beneath her.

Willow then reached up and ran her hand through her hair at the back of her head grabbing a big handful and slowly tilted her head back. Licking at her jugular, she finally felt the spot she wanted and bit down.

Becca whimpered but a moment then began to moan amorously.

Minutes passed as Willow drank deep of her life-giving essence and her tongue soon began to tingle. The flavor was better than any old burba weed or locust grass additives she thought as she proceeded to suckle.

"Becca, are you coming?" Willow called from upstairs.

The vampire stopped drinking, removed her fangs, leaned back and sighed. "Your master's voice."

"Your voice." Becca rubbed her tummy. "Enough?"

"For now." She smiled and nodded.

Becca hugged her close and moved to stand bringing her up with her in strong arms and a happy growl.

Willow giggled like never before and clung to her friskily. "Let's get out of here...go have some new fun."

"In time."

Once upstairs Willow asked. "Is she?"

"Sated." Becca nodded with a cheery peck on the cheek.

The vampire emerged from the basement and made her way to the living room. Spying her double she remarked, "Hi honey, how was your day?" Then fell back into the overstuffed chair throwing her legs over the armrest.

"Did you sleep okay?" Willow asked.

"Bad me, trapping me in the basement. If we weren't sisters I'd be mad." She half joked.

"Yee-ah, look, we got off on the wrong foot this morning." Willow began sitting on the armrest. "I was really tired--"

"And I was with your girlfriend."

"Okay, not helping." Willow replied trying to keep an open mind.

"Not trying. Let's go have some fun. Bored now."

"Fun later. Serious talk now." She tried to focus her.

The vamp looked to the girlfriend. "Becca you promised."

"Patience." She reiterated backed up by a finger to her lips and a point to Willow.

"We need to discuss you. Obviously this isn't your world. What are you doing here?"

"Trying to scare up some fun." She quipped stroking Becca's arm looking for attention.

Becca and Willow exchanged a look and waited for the more to follow.

When Becca didn't respond as she wanted Vamp Willow glanced between the two taking in their that's-not-good-enough-of-an-answer faces and finally offered up. "Were gonna leave without me. Not nice."

They shared an eyebrow quirk.

"Who." Willow asked beginning to grind her teeth.

"Who else? All our do goodie-goodie friends."

Willow sighed at the vague.

"Didn't want to leave." The vampire continued with a shrug and pouted. "I liked my world. Shaped it to my liking. No real reason to want to leave, especially for here. Stupid world. Too bright, too happy, too cold.

Willow tried to refocus here once more. "Okay, so how did you get here?"

She thought for a moment. Should she tell? So far this evening her double was being more amenable and not judgmental like this morning. Maybe she shouldn't have pushed? "Magic crystal ride." She finally revealed pulling the crystal from her pocket, holding it up examining it. "One way trip. Battery dead." Then tossed it to her twin. "Fun now?"

Willow caught it and examined it. "Oh my." Her eyes went wide and she stood.

"What?" Becca's brow furrowed at the gem as she rose moving in for a closer look.

"A Castigan gem." She had read about them but never seen one before.

"The rarest of the rare." The vampire announced drolly sitting up now too.

"I take it we won't be finding any the easy way?" Becca surmised.

"If at all." Willow added. She twirled the damaged gem fascinated and crossed over to the desk for her laptop. "We'll have to talk to Giles."

"Gilesy boy? Hahahaha!" The two stared at the vampire who was in cryptic hysterics rolling about on the chair. "Sshhhh, secret." She smiled mischievously and giggled.

Willow shook her head. "I don't think I wanna know." Then sat focusing on her screen.

"Okay okay." She called out disappointed in her living counterpart. "He's the one I got that one from."

"Oh," Willow replied before thinking, then, "OH, ours should be able to--"

"Nope." She halted.

They raised their brows at the cryptic.

"World gone." The vampire pursed her lips and gestured. "-- poof."

Willow's eyes went wide. "What did you do?"

"Not my doing." She playfully crossed her unbeating heart. "Honest."

Willow got up and paced about thinking aloud speaking to no one in particular. "So we can't send you back..."

"Duh, deaf much. No-- back-- to go-- to." The vampire reiterated accentuating each word.

They looked to her wearied.

"What?" She crossed her heart again impishly and changed the subject. "Sides, don't wanna leave now. Decided I like it here." Then got up and sauntered over to Becca running her hand up her stomach. "It's safe, food's pretty and there's fun to be had. Now. Let's go already."

A sudden thought came to Willow. "You haven't *done* anything yet?" She eyed her skeptically. "Have you?" There was no way of telling how long she had been here before Dawn mistakenly picked her up. "You haven't--"

"Been bad?" She enriched cheekily. "Nope. Found something more good." She hung on Becca pulling her like an anxious child then turned to Willow with a coy giggle and extended a hand. "Let's play." She wanted to make up for this morning.

"In a minute." Willow replied refocused on her computer and the challenge of the gem.

The vamp frowned and stomped her foot at being rebuffed. She was truly trying. Looking up at her gal toy she asked. "When did I become all stodgy?"

"Stodgy?" Willow looked up at that, it was enough to get her attention. She took offense at that word. If she would have called her geeky, nerdy or even, God forbid, fuzzy, she would have ignored it, but dull didn't sit well with her. She wasn't stodgy, Giles was stodgy. She shot back with her own question. "When did I give up on challenge?"

The vamp stared at her quizzically? The words sat funny with her.

Just then.

"Willow! Willow!" Dawn called out as she bounded into the house, and spying Becca and Willow over by the sofa headed straight for them.

They turned to look at her when from over by the desk came. "Dawnie, what is it?!"

The girl spun about eyes wide with excitement to see yet another Willow. It was true. She glanced back and forth between the two. "Awww, this is so kewl." She gushed.

Buffy followed up the rear with Xander closing the door. "Dawn, stop being spastic girl." She huffed and threw down her keys and bag.

"Excuse me, but I never got to see Willow's vampy double." She reminded.

"And she's even more unnerving now then she was back then." Xander sounded, eyes glued to her clothes and hair thinking how far their Willow had come in four years.

"Xander?!" The vampire purred sweetly surprised to see he was alive and well and disappointingly oh so human. But it had been so long since she had seen him she didn't care, she just wanted to look at him and touch him and, well... have him.

"Xander, she's not the same one." Buffy announced.

"You know, together they don't look exactly the same." Dawn noted moving in to scrutinize the Willow with Becca.

"No, they wouldn't...exactly." Buffy said.

The vampire's eyes brightened as she followed the conversation. "So... there's... more of me?"

"Us." Willow corrected.

"A lot." Becca whispered.

"...She'll be all seventeeny till she dusts." Buffy finished with a frown.

She smiled at the thought. "More mes as a vampire..."

"Not here, not never, Vampirella." Buffy piped up.

She frowned irritably at the slayer.

Buffy folded her arms. "It's time you go bye-bye, now. Wil?" She looked over her shoulder to the other girl.

"Um, right..." Willow began and crinkled her nose, "there's a hitch."

"A hitch?" Buffy's face fell. "Please tell me it's an I-just-need-to-gather-myself-to-do-this hitch, and not an, oops-I-forgot-to-tell-you-I-have-a-deadly-undead-sister-who-now-needs-a-place-to-crash hitch."

Willow just kinda furrowed her brow and chewed her lip. She then smiled weakly and replied. "Why should you have exclusive rights to the bizarro sister franchise? No offense, Dawnie."

"Ohhhh." Buffy groaned and held her head in her hands. She was so tired and this day was not ending well.

"We're gonna have to consult Giles."

The vamp disliked being talked around and glowered at Dawn who was in her face now attempting to discern the minute differences between the girls.

"This is amazing." She remarked and reached out to touch her.

Vampire Willow hissed and faux bit at her hand. Dawn jumped back with a squeal and the vamp chuckled as everyone in the room tensed and Becca touched her waist from behind. "Oooo, scary." She wriggled her fingers in jest. "Calm down, kitten, you're not even an appetizer, sides, fed already." She turned to Becca falling into the crook of her arm and stroked her face. "Someone knows their manners."

Xander's jaw fell slightly open at the interaction of the demons. They were very familiar for that not being Becca's vampire, a little too overly familiar he felt for Willow to be so calm. "Wil?" He quirked an eyebrow at her for an explanation.

Willow threw him her Xander-damn-it-don't-make-me-explain-this-now face then just rolled her eyes, threw up her hands and shook her head. In all honesty it truly didn't bother her. Yes, it was one fucked up situation but Becca wasn't cheating, it was her after all, and Becca loved only her. All the hers. But her especially, so she was secure with her relationship.

The vampire looked to him. "Awww, don't be jealous, baby." Then crossed over to him eyeing him tip to toe. "Geez, you grew up..." She commented with a playful smirk and a poke to the midsection adding. "...And out, old man."

She was just about to creechily attach herself to him when he put a hand on his gut and looked himself up and down all self consciousy at her assault flippantly retorting. "Really? Well... well... Too bad we can't say the same about you. Puberty fairie's sidestepped your crypt the last four years or so now hasn't she? "Punctuated with a nod and a smirk of his own.

The vampire glowered at his unkind words and looked to her other self, not that she hadn't noticed already, then down at herself hissing at him all hurtlike now. She was only playing. Why was he so sensitive? She was going to give him a piece of her mind when Willow finally piped up stepping in. "Okay guys! Xander! Wi-other me! Chill." She put her hands on the disgruntled vamp to calm her and steer her clear of trouble.

But she was over this scene and pulled away heading for the door. "Outta here." Looking over her shoulder she called. "Becca."

Only to be halted in her tracks by Buffy. "Hold up there, Skankahontas." She began with a hand to her chest. "You're coming with us."

The vampire eyed the hand on her personage indignant then raised her eyes to meet Buffy's.

They were cold, stern and meant business.

She had seen that look up close once before yet this slayer stood calmly and suddenly there was a silent battle raging between the two for dominance. Surprised, Willow eventually found herself the one to yield, she held her tongue and let the anger seep through her eyes as her response.

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Continued in Chapter Three