Consequences of 'What if'

Night 2



Some say that the dead are incapable of dreaming as if in death they loose the hopes and fears that stimulated these subconscious apparitions. Willow was never sure if there was any truth in this but certainly in the hours before she woke she drifted in her thoughts recollecting the events of the previous night.



‘The Bronze’ was fun but it brought too many disturbing revelations. ‘She was in an alternate reality it seemed?’ No wonder those pitiful worms didn’t fall beneath my feet and beg for my lenience. There was also a white hat there, the dog-boy, so they still lurk in this place, where there is one there may be more. Had she know they were here she would never have chanced taking on a bar on her own. She would have needed some well placed vampire muscle to watch her back. Her magic was growing but it still was little more than party tricks at present.



The dog boy seemed strangely under the delusion that I would respond to his plea for mercy and pass up the opportunity for a feast? Did he think he had some kind of hold on me …what a fool! She had ignored him and let him escape; after all to incite fear and respect in the local populace you needed someone to deliver the message. Why not dog-boy? Let him go find the other ‘White hats’, in any case he was always one she had a measure of control over and the little spell she cast on him would have him chasing chickens until morning, she smirked.



‘Sandy’ was the first blood to be spilt and she was just filled with fear, she recalled, sweet, fragile and submissive, just how she liked them. Fear drives hearts into a wild frenzy and she preferred her drink shaken, stirred and with a slight chill! She smiled at her self-styled twisted humour.



‘You don't have to be afraid just to please me... she had mocked. If you're all good boys and girls, I'll make you young and strong forever.’ OK so she got a little carried away but who could blame her, the use of magic had drained her and she needed to drink her fill, so they all died, maybe next time she would be lenient. After all she needed recruits in this world if she was to re-establish a power base.



Hmm then there was the matter of that witch girl, should have caught her name, who seemed to know more of me than I of her. That made her uncomfortable and slightly vulnerable, she despised that in herself, that was the old Willow and one persona she would not allow to resurface.



The witch knew something of where I was from; she had stated something about a Willow that belonged in ‘this’ reality! Now that was very interesting, I mean it stood to reason that there would be another me here I just hadn’t thought of it until she raised it.



Who was she though and what side was she on? Certainly she seemed to have no interest in stopping me as after informing me this wasn't my world but the same time she wanted to be part of mine, she just zapped right out and left all the poor souls to die at my pleasure!



This really was a dumb world. Things were just all mixed up! One thing however had been put to rights. Her eyes slowly opened and she looked down to see the newborn vampire that she had just sired still asleep nuzzled against her naked bosom.



He seemed so peaceful, blissfully unaware of the transformation that he had undertaken. If it was to be like their first time in her reality Xander was sure to react badly, but she always knew what buttons to press and he would soon be eating out of her hands again!



Willow looked around the room; she had not noticed how desolate it was last night as with the exception of the old mattress it was dank and empty. The sun was going down fast and the reddish glow of the light through the curtains was all but fading to an ever-deepening shadow.



Hmm so what now? A new night approached, what should be her first move. Her options were limited it seemed without the knowledge to strike effectively. Should she pursue the witch for more answers or press Xander for them?



No, first order of the day was to seek out the Willow of this world. Xander believed her and I to be one and the same, I will not share him with anyone and should he find out about her he may get all warm fuzzy feelings about her.



Besides it could be quite interesting to meet myself, I wonder what I am like in this reality. Not a patch on me I am guessing.



Where to look though, could I still be living in my old house, if so I should be able to enter there, after all it is much my home as my other self. It was good that Xander had chosen a derelict house such as this to retire last night so as that bothersome law did not apply and she could enter freely and ‘Surprise’ her lover. Willow smiled.



Xander stirred beneath her curling his body up and snuggling his face into her. Hmm she gently lifted and guided his face so it rested higher between her breasts, pulled him tight and stroked his hair affectionately. “Soon baby, soon!” She whispered.



Then she lowered him down to the floor and shuffled from beneath.

She recovered her top, fitting the buckles tight, she loved this outfit, it made all her best assets more prominent and gave in all the right places to not restrict her movements when on the prowl.



Running her fingers slowly through her hair she let it fall softly back around her shoulders. That felt better!



She crouched down briefly to lay a kiss on Xanders cheek and whispered “Don’t worry baby, Mumsie will be home before you know it!”



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The reminisce of daylight still lingered on the main street Willow observed as she stepped into the alley. ‘Early’ she thought. But she had much to do before Xander awoke and could spare no time to linger. She made her way along the alley and stuck to the deep shadows of the back streets, it was not long before the sun had settled and she could relax.



Her target was an all familiar although fast fading memory of a place she once called home. Her prey the one who should not exist in ‘her’ world, hmm this was going to be interesting.



She reached her mums house a while later and was almost surprised to see it still standing. In her world it had been burned to the ground a year earlier. Xander, of all people, had done the deed stating he did it for her, which in a quirky way she could understand. The place held the last painful memories she had experienced, tied to the death of her mum by a band of demons. She had made them pay for that many times over in the weeks that followed and with each scream the pain eased slightly but the wounds never truly healed.



However here she was again and everything was bright and breezy. The house was dark and calm with exception of an upstairs glow and another coming from a light that was on in the back kitchen. It was a routine she remembered, that her mum would make a hot cup of coco they would share on occasions and sit talking about the day. This looked like such a day!



Circling the house she looked in through the kitchen window. The blinds were down but the silhouettes of two women could still be made out within along with mumbled chatter and occasional giggle. All so nice and sweet she pondered. A slight pining for times gone by flashed across her mind but she quickly buried it. Her mum was dead, this woman was a shade, a lingering memory of a painful past, put it behind you she thought.



Now to test a theory she thought. With a small whispered incarnation she levitated upward to the second floor. The bathroom window was slightly ajar she observed, you trusting fools she thought. Her hand nervously approached the opening and she forced it open and slipped her arm in. No resistance, ‘cool.’ She shouldn’t be surprised really, I mean this was ‘her’ home after all and reality aside; the world lived by laws set in stone ages past which had not accounted for the strangeness of this situation.



She slipped inside and made her way to her bedroom, briefly pausing by the top of the stairs to check on the occupants below, still engaged, fine. ‘Weird’ she thought, everything was as she remembered. It was like stepping back in time and part of her felt a little giddy like going through a photo album from yesteryear.



Pushing open her door she stood staring around at the contents, records, books, cuddly toys, all so ‘girly’ she mocked. Strolling over to the wardrobe she flicked through the clothes, some of which she recognised as from her own world, others were new but all were soft and ‘fuzzy’ lacking a serious power kick. She smiled with anticipation; she couldn’t wait to meet herself.

Suddenly there was a creak on the stairs and her eyes dashed about looking for a place to hide, hmm the bed, no, the wardrobe, how cliché but Ok, she slid in and carefully flopped the clothes around her to disguise her presence.



Willow entered the room turning to call out a brief “Goodnight Mum!” before closing the door. She turned on the bed-light and strolled about for a few moments stretching and shuffling with a few books and stuff in her drawer. ‘Evil Willow’ had been hiding in the back but it was getting a bit boring she thought, so found herself leaning forwards and staring out from the split in the wardrobe door.

Frustratingly she could still only catch small glimpses as the girl danced in and out of view but as she began undressing, ‘Evil Willow’ felt a touch of excitement, like a naughty peeping tom, but watching herself like this, crazy emotions started to stir.

It wasn’t that there was much to see as her back was turned most of the while but she found herself thinking ‘Nice Ass’ I haven’t seen that side of myself before. She had to stop herself from giggling, it was just funny to see herself like this.

She slipped on a set of pink pyjamas and picked up a book off the side and slipped into bed, at the same time she heard her mum coming up the stairs. “Night Honey” she called, “Night Mum” Willow responded.



Then there was an awkward silence and a frustrating one for ‘Evil Willow’ as she stood waiting for the girl to finish reading. Over half an hour passed, she had stalked prey for longer so the time did not matter but this time she felt a need to get this on quicker.

The light went out, ‘Finally’ she thought. She waited a while longer to give the girl a chance to fall asleep she thought. Then she slipped out and crept to the bed.

‘Aww now look at me, all soft and squishy, I am going to have some fun with me!’ she smiled. She leant over he sleeping Willow and smelled her hair ‘Clean & fresh, nice.’



Willows eyes opened with a start, she turned catching ‘Evil Willow’ off guard for a second and she gasped and pulled away from the looming figure.



‘Evil Willow’ caught her breath quickly and grabbed at Willows mouth just sharp and strong enough to save a scream from waking the house. “Shush honey, we don’t want to wake mummy now do we?” She smiled.



Her captive thrashed wildly trying to escape, she grabbed at the bedside lamp and it fell to the floor breaking. Both Willows started. Then ‘Evil Willow’ whispered “Naughty, Naughty!” Then whacked Willow across the temple with the flat of her hand and the other went limp.

A light went on in the hall. ‘Evil Willow’ jumped. A voice called out “Willow are you OK!” It was her mum. There was a fiddling at the latch and ‘Evil Willow’ quickly leaped into the bed, on top of the unconscious Willow, and pulled the covers tight around her neck.

Mum opened the door. She looked in with a concerned look. “Is everything OK?”

‘Evil Willow’ stopped for a moment. She hadn’t seen her mum in over a year and old emotions stirred, then she stopped herself. ‘Get a grip’ she thought. “Yes mum I am fine, just knocked my lamp over.”

Her mum looked down at the broken lamp “Alright well be sure you clean that up and get some sleep, you look like death!” She frowned with concern.

“I will Mum, Now you go to bed! G’Night!” Evil Willow smiled trying to look all sweet and innocent.

Her mum sloped out of the door closing it behind her and the light went off.



‘Evil Willow’ looked down at the unconscious Willow. She grabbed her hair and pulled he face level with her own. “Now that was naughty!” She frowned. “We are going to have to teach you to behave better!” She kissed her on the lips. ‘Soft’ she thought. They could not stay here, so throwing the unconscious girl over her shoulder she opened the bedroom window and slipped back out into the night.



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Xander woke with a start. It was dark and his head was ringing. Looking about he saw he was in the same room he had crawled into earlier tonight. He was alone it seemed, he stood up his leg didn’t seem to ache any more but he still felt groggy.

Had he dreamed of Willow coming to him last night? It seemed so as she as certainly nowhere in sight and he was in the same state it seemed as he had drifted off. Funny though he felt he had rested well but it was still deep in the night. He had been determined to stay here until dawn but he felt frustrated hanging here and he was hungry. Wandering to the window he looked out. The streets were deserted it certainly looked safe! Hmm maybe he could try for home, at least there she couldn’t get him unless he invited her and there was no danger of that. He felt a chill run down his spine he was cold and clammy. He recovered his sweater, which was still damp but possibly better than not wearing anything. The dampness crawled against his skin as he pulled it down and it creeped him out a bit. He really needed a hot shower and a change of clothes. Another reason to go home he thought, a risk worth taking.



He stepped out cautiously into the night, looking about him with every pace, left, right, up. No sign, it looked good. He quickened his pace and soon found himself running, all care dismissed due to the need to get home.

He recovered the key from under the flowerpot and threw himself in the door. His stomach was heaving now and all his mind could think of was the hunger that lingered within. He went to his fridge, not too many options, cold pizza, bread, and peanut butter. Ok it would have to do. He chucked it all on a plate and poured himself some coke. Then he stopped. Looking at the clock on the wall the date was showing the next day. Had he really slept for 24 hours? Maybe it was wrong, he threw himself in front of the telly and checked out the news channel, it was right 11.30, it must have been around 1-2 am that he got to the derelict house so about 21 hours sleep. Strange that he slept so long, and not surprising that he was so hungry.

He wolfed into the cold pizza and half choked. It tasted disgusting, maybe it was off he threw it in the bin, drank some coke and took a bite out of a peanut butter sandwich instead. Again he spat it out quickly it also tasted foul. What was wrong with him, he could feel the hunger below but his taste buds had just gone all whacko. He forced more of the sandwich down almost choking on every bite. However as he settled back he felt it coming back up and ran to the toilet heaving.



Chucking his clothes off he climbed into the shower, which had to help! The hot water stung as it bit against his cramped body and he dipped his head under to form a waterfall running down his back. That felt better he thought. He soaped himself down and the smell seemed overly strong. ‘I am going to smell like a brothel’ he thought ‘I must get better body gel.’ His flesh felt harder somewhat though he noticed ‘Wow all this slaying stuff is paying off it seems.’ He praised himself.

He rinsed himself off and stepped out towelling himself dry. Need a shave he thought feeling the stubble on his chin. He got his razor and looked at himself in the mirror. He fell back in shock, where was his reflection. He tried the other side, no joy. “What the?” He screamed. Desperately he charged to the bedroom and looked in the mirror on the wall, nothing. Then he stopped and thought, recollecting last night!



It was real! The alarm bells rang in his head. That crazy vampire girl had done something to him. A flash back came to him of Willow pouncing on him and biting, he recalled the smells and aroma that surrounded her. Had she bewitched him or was he just too weary to fight back. He would have fought it, surely he thought, and then he recalled the blood, the warm comforting liquid that slipped down his throat like the sweetest of malts and the warm glow he felt inside. His tongue licked his lips then he started!

What …what was he thinking….Oh….that cow had made him a vampire, of course, but why and where did she go?



Time slipped by and he drifted in thoughts of woe and discomfort, his mind awash of emotions. Why me? Why Willow he thought?



Then he was on his feet again. He threw some clothes on quickly and slammed the door as he departed shaking the weary frame.



He was going to get some answers!!



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“Wakey, Wakey rise and shine” Came a teasing voice that echoed through the great underworld crypt.



Willow slowly opened her drowsy eyes to dark hazy smog lit only by torchlight. She strained to catch sight of where she was then suddenly became aware of bonds holding her arms, body and legs in place. She still wore her pyjamas but she could feel the taut rope and cold iron of a metal chair she was bound to.



“Ahh there you are!” Came the same voice from behind her. It was her voice she recognised it at once, then a vision flashed of another darker reflection of her leaning over her bed.



‘Where am I and who are you?” Willow demanded.



“Easy baby all will be explained in time now lets get a look at you!” ‘Evil Willow’ whispered softly close to her ear and continued on until she stood directly in-front of her captive. “Oh don’t you look cute in your little PJ’s all snugly & warm, I do hope I didn’t tie you up too tight, as I wouldn’t want to cut off your circulation for nothing! I was kinda hoping this place would have a few playmates after all I used to hang out here a bit but it looks rather deserted now”



She looked a sight Willow thought all dressed in black leather with a bodice trimmed in red lace! “Who are you?” She spat!



“What a silly question! I am you baby as much as you are me. But it looks like I get out more!” She smiled a cheeky smile.



“Well where did you come from and what do you want with me?” The captive Willow snorted.



“Do you know I really hadn’t thought, just acted on impulse I suppose?” ‘Evil Willow stepped forwards and sat on Willows lap one hand leisurely flopping over her captives shoulder and stroking her nape under a sea of red hair. “Of course I had thought we may play a few games, get to know each other a bit better!”



“Erm …yeah sure …. I can play Texas Hold’em pretty good, do you play?” Willow said pulling her neck forwards and away but still keeping from direct eye contact with this duplicate.



“He he, Funny girl, I was kinda thinking on other games, you know it has to be said that playing with myself is fun but with 2 of me, wow now that’s something I gotta try!” ‘Evil Willow’ laughed.



“Yeuw …. Icky!” Willow chastised “I am not that kind girl!”



“Take it from one who knows you, your more that kinda girl than you know baby!” ‘Evil Willow’ brought her other hand up and cupped Willows head pulling it towards her. Her captive resisted but her strength was way off par. She leaned in and licked her neck and up towards her cheek. “Hmm you’re tasty, we could have a lot of fun!”



“Err no thanks I have a boyfriend and when he finds out what you have done to me he’s gonna rip your head off!” Willow spat.



“Who is this tough guy, Xander?” I don’t see him fighting very hard!” She mocked



“No … Oz!” Willow declared magnanimously.



“Oz?”



“Yes!”



“Dog boy…that’s who you’re hooked up with!” ‘Evil Willow grinned’



“Technically he’s a Werewolf but yes!” Willow said with an ounce of pride.



‘Evil Willow’ stood up. “So you’re dating an animal!”



“I wouldn’t call him that, although he is a little rough around the edges I suppose!” She grinned.



“Well I can see the benefits a guy with a long wagging tail can give a girl I suppose!”

‘Evil Willow stuck her tongue out and flicked it once or twice lizard like before it slipped back in!



“It’s not like that!” Willow flushed.



“No?” She pursued sarcastically “Maybe he just lets you nibble on his bone once in a while then?”



“Err … No!” Shakes her head!



“Well sweetie, have you at least ever thought about the longer term scenario?” ‘Evil Willow frowned.



“What do you mean?” Willow looked perplexed.



“You know, hair in the bed, urine smells all around the house and giving birth to Puppies!” ‘Evil Willow’ mocked.



“No ...I…” Willow looked uncomfortable.



“Thought not….for all your sweet little visage, this little willows just got a bestiality fetish, does mommy know”.



“Err No!” Willow was shocked.



“See he embarrasses you!” ‘Evil Willow twisted’.



“No!” A tear crawled down Willows face.



“Then why don’t you tell her?” She feigned a look of disbelief.



“It’s just…well it’s hard!” Willow cried some more.



“I bet it is sweet cheeks” ‘Evil Willow’ stepped assertively towards the door “Do you know first I thought you were pretty cool but honestly baby, you disgust me!”



She stepped out and slammed it shut behind her leaving Willow alone.



“You’re not going to leave me here are you?” Willow sobbed.



There was no response but the echoing footsteps of ‘Evil Willows’ departure.



“DON’T LEAVE ME!!” Willow screamed again but this time there was no response.



At the entrance to the crypt ‘Evil Willow’ stepped out with a sadistic grin on her face. She locked the door. “One little Willow sitting in the dark. One released to play in the park. When she was good Willow was very very good but when she was bad she was wicked!” She cackled merrily. She strolled for a while then picked up pace …..better be getting back to Xander she thought!



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When the vampire returned to the derelict house she could sense it was empty already. The door was shut and the window also. ‘Hmm … someone’s gone walkabout’ she thought. ‘Should I go find him or see if he will return?’

She pondered for a few minutes then chose the latter. Otherwise they could keep missing each other all night. She forced the door and it gave way to her easily.

‘Boy I love having enhanced strength’ She smiled ‘I cannot understand why my other self is so happy being such a woosie pants!’



She made her way to the living room, perched on the old sofa cross-legged in a mediatory position and waited. Interestingly enough it was not long before she heard someone coming up the alley. Her senses honed in and she could hear his heavy footsteps and there was a faint smell of a Xander she used to know. ‘Nice timing baby’ she thought. He was a picture as he entered the room, clean clothes, shirt and denim jeans all freshly washed but hunched and deathly pale.



Willow turned to face him. “Aww, what’s the matter baby, Mommy not there when you woke up?” she teased.



“What…What have you done to me you witch?” Xander muttered as he staggered in and collapsed beside her on the sofa.



“Whatever do you mean lover? If you are referring to your transformation I am afraid that was a two way thing or do you not remember feeding on my blood?”



“I remember all too well, but it’s not right, this isn’t fair!” Xander leaned forward burrowing his head in his hands.



“Now now lover, life is never fair!” she leaned in to his back and let an arm slip around his waist supportively. “Death however has a more forgiving side!”



“WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?” Xander scowled. His temper catching Willow off guard “Well in life you always fear death and it has all that finality to it, but in our case we can live forever, which I suggest is the sweeter side of this death.”



“You have a funny perspective on life and death!” Xander moaned.



“You always said that was an asset, how I could always see the silver lining as dark clouds gather.”



“Hmm maybe, but I feel like crap and if I am to spend an eternal life feeling this hung-over I may as well be permanently dead!” He sat back with his hands rubbing his stomach.



“Oooh baby you got the lust bad.” Willow felt Xanders chest. “You’re burning up. We need to get you something to eat fast. I’m a bit peckish myself. Let’s eat out?” She stood up and ran her fingers through Xanders hair. “You coming?”



Xander looked up ‘Damn she looks hot’ he thought. Shaking his head he stood up. “OK, where we going? Oh and don’t say pizza hut. I already tried that and its not settling well!”



“Pizza hut?” Willow mocked. “Lover we have far more fun on our outings than that!”



Willow danced down the street spinning at intervals, and at other times retreating back to link Xanders arms to hug him and hurry him along. Xander watched her and at times could see the old Willow within the vampire that she had become. ‘Perhaps this can work’ he started to think.



“Here we are!” Willow exclaimed.



They stood before ‘The Sunset Club’ a pitiful place where shady creatures and humans mixed freely. Two ‘heavy’s stood at the door but Willow just brushed them aside with a glance, Xander sheepishly followed.



The music was pumping loud and the atmosphere was hazy. A few people looked up as they entered and Xander tried to avoid eye contact. He always felt uncomfortable in these sorts of crowds.



Willow stopped and turned to him. “Now this is my kinda place, you can just smell the freshness of it!”



Xander looked bemused.



“Oh Xander we are going to have to bring you out a bit, get some life back in you!”



“Well I am kind of guessing you owe it to me, since you took it out of me in the first place!” He smirked.



Willow smiled. “Now that’s more like it!” She hopped up onto a nearby barstool and signalled to a passing waiter to get some drinks ordered. Xander pulled up a stool besides her.



“So what now?” He asked.



“Well you are still hungry aren’t you?”



“Yes, ravished!”



“Then go get something to eat!” She indicated a number of singletons standing at the bar.



“What! I can’t do that!” He gasped.



“Why not?” She leaned in and whispered. “You smell it, don’t you? Open your senses! Listen carefully beyond the music and you will hear their hearts pumping fresh blood. That’s what you need lover! Go get me something nice!”



“But, How?” He looked shocked.



“Why, go chat one up and get her to go outside with you!” she frowned “Come on lover, you are the master of the snappy lines, don’t fail me now.”

Xander paused for a second thinking. ‘What was he doing? Then again his head was still ringing and her suggestion strangely sounds quite reasonable’ he thought. ‘Ok let’s give it a go!’



He stood up, brushed his hair back with his hands and slowly made his way towards a single female leaning over the bar dressed in a short silky red dress. He stopped short and turned looking back at Willow for reassurance. She just nodded and smiled. He shuffled his way in besides her looking as if he wanted to order a drink. His head was awash with what to say. ‘Hi do you want to come out with me so I can eat you?’ That’s what he should say he thought. Turning he saw she cast an eye at him then quickly looked away.



“Hi err!” He engaged awkwardly. She turned back to face him. “I ..err saw you standing alone and thought. Now that looks like a girl that needs a man in her life!” He smiled quirkily.



She looked him up and down and replied. “Good observation…You know where I can find one?” She turned back to the bar.



Xander shifted awkwardly. “Oh, right.” He tried again. “So is it like one strike and I am out because I am up for another shot, if you’re willing to play?”

The woman smiled and shook her head. “Put it this way darling, if I was picking for my team you would be a long way down my list. Now why don’t you go bother someone else?” She mocked



Xander’s shoulders slumped slightly. ‘Crashed and burned he thought’ Hmm. “Err maybe later then!” He disengaged but she ignored him and he sloped back to Willow who was sipping on a spirit of some type the barman had brought them.



“Aww poor baby not find anyone to come and play with him!” She teased. “Let me show you how it’s done.” She stood and stretched. ‘Seemed like it had been a while’ She mused in silence ‘Usually Xander brought in the bacon.’



Looking about she caught sight of a man playing a slot machine. He looked kinda tall and well framed and more importantly, available. She turned and winked at Xander and strut slowly across the room towards him.



As she approached the slot machine she turned slightly and lounged against the slot machine, her left leg rose slightly behind her and her right arm tucked behind her neck as she toyed with her hair. She looked up at her mark. “Feeling lucky tiger?” she said with a cheeky grin.



The surprised guy who was about to put some money in the slot shifted nervously and losing his grip lost a few coins to the floor. He bent down to collect them.



“Oops I hope you have a firmer grip on other areas baby.” She smiled wantonly as he stood up to face her. “Now how about you use those fingers to press a few of my buttons?”



“Oh…err..OK!” He responded trying to quickly shove the money in his pocket, his interest in his game lost. “Err, I am Jeff! Can I get you a drink?”



“Honey, you’re all the refreshment I need. Fancy coming for a walk with me?” Willow slit her hand from her neck to her breast and joined with her other clasping her bodice around her stomach.



“You want to go now?” Jeff was surprised; he obviously could not believe his luck!



“I see no reason to wait baby, this place has got me so hot I think I need to slip out to somewhere a little more intimate, wanna join me?”



“Do I? Sure!” Jeff stepped forwards and tucked his arm around her waist. Willow responded by linking with him and a hand stretched across and squeezed his bum cheek.



They departed quickly. Xander watched and felt a little intimidated with the ease that she did it. This was a new side of Willow he had not seen before. Turning Vamp had certainly brought her out of her shell he thought. So why did he feel so damned useless still? He waited a moment or two then followed. He caught up with them in the alley where Willow had unbuckled her top slightly and the guy was nuzzling into her neck. Her legs were slightly parted and their thighs were interlocked. Xander moved carefully forward but trying to keep out of sight in the shadows.



“That’s it baby, you want me don’t you, I can feel it!” She teased seductively pulling his head closer to her chest and messing up his hair. He responded in a muffled acceptance. “Yes I can feel you’re almost ready, all warm and hot, ready to blow!” She winked at Xander. A finger beckoned him nearer but he shook his head.



Jeff turned his head briefly and caught sight of Xander half in shadow. “What the… who’s that?” He scrambled.



“Willow caught his head in her hands and turned him back to face her. “Oh don’t worry about him. He’s just my boyfriend!”



“Your what? Doesn’t he mind?” Jeff spluttered trying to step back slightly but Willow held him tight.



“Oh he just likes to watch! Don’t worry; think about the fact I am going to give you the ride of your life!” She turned him to the wall and penned him in her hands fiddling with the buttons on his shirt and eventually just ripping it open. “You want that don’t you? You want me to take you, yes?”



Jeff looked at Xander then back towards Willow. “Yeah, Ok!” He nodded.



Xander fell back against the wall his head pounding. He watched with tenseness and frustration as Willow lowered herself down and started to kiss the guys stomach and chest. His blood was boiling and he felt like ripping the guys head off for messing with his girl but at the same time there was a fear and anticipation about where Willow was leading him.



Jeff moaned as she sank her arms around his waist and clawed her way up to his shoulders where she pulled his chest closer to her face and teased his nipples with her teeth. Then she licked up to his neck and mumbled. “Yes you are ready aren’t you?”

Jeff nodded and Willow promptly bit deep into him. So sudden was the attack that he pulled away sharply and banged his head on the brick wall leaving him dazed.

Willow leaned her weight against him, toppling him to the ground and he fainted.

She pounced on him and pinned him in case he recovered.



After a few more moments drinking she released and looked up at Xander. “You joining me Lover?” She smiled.



Xander stepped out towards her and looked down at the unconscious body, and bite oozing blood around his shoulder, the blood smelt good and his stomach gurgled with anticipation, but he forced it back and screwed his face. “Err…no, you go on ahead. Besides the thought of going down on a guy disgusts me on sooo many levels honestly!”



“Suit yourself!” Willow dismissed and resumed her feeding.



Xander watched a while longer, the girl was so wonton with him and she looked as if she was going to drain him dry. He could feel his thoughts driven towards this but he pulled away and turned to leave.



Willow noticed at once. “Where you going lover? You going to leave a girl alone in a big dark alley?” She pouted with an air of sarcasm.



Xander shook his head then turned and nodded. “I need to go!” He stated and staggered out of the alley.



His head raced as he moved down the street. Every ounce of will power was being used to put one foot in front of the other and not turn back. When he was barely a hundred yards from where he had left Willow he forced himself to run, however he barely managed to get to the end of the street before he collapsed exhausted. He was dying he thought, then he caught himself, no he was already dead but he was in pain and wanted it to stop. His mind was a blur and when it settled again enough to see straight, Willow was there.



“Come on!” she whispered lets get you home! She lifted the shattered form up and supported him on her shoulder. Xander directed and they soon found themselves outside his home. He didn’t bother with the lock but kicked open the door. Willow went to follow but was blocked. Xander collapsed just inside the door.



“You gonna invite me in for a night cap lover?” she begged.



“Yeah…. come… in!” Xander stuttered.



Willow threw herself down on the floor beside him, kicking the door closed as she did. She twisted him around to face her and stroked his forehead. “Easy! How are you feeling now?”



“I ache all over, my legs suddenly went dead!” he whispered.



“Well durr, News Flash, that’s cos they are dead!” Willow giggled and Xander responded with a slight grin realising what he had said.



“You hunger don’t you?” She asked concerned.



“Yes, but I just couldn’t deal with what you did!” Xander nuzzled into her hands, I don’t think I ever could!”



Willow lowered herself to kiss his lips briefly then smiled softly. “Trust me lover, I know you will! But we can start slow, its OK!”



She raised her wrist to her mouth and using her fang she slit it just enough to let the blood drip then hung it over Xanders lips. His tongue instinctively shot out and tasted the warm liquid and his body felt all a shudder. “Hmm” he purred.



“You want more of me?” Willow toyed. Xander nodded and she squeezed her vein to let more blood trickle out, his mouth opened to catch it.



“Tell me you Love me!” She demanded.



“I….Love…You.” He gurgled.



Willow smiled and lowered her arm slightly letting him have a touch more.



“Tell me you need me.” Her eyes sparkled briefly and Xander caught her gaze.



“I need you!” He stated more assuredly. Willow closed her eyes content and lowered her wrist to Xanders lips. He locked on immediately and she could feel him sucking hard on the open vein.



For a brief while she just lay there letting him drink, feeling his muscles getting tighter, stronger with each gulp. Then she started to feel the cramp climbing up her arm and immediately pulled away. Xander was not letting go so she used her other hand to lever his neck back. He fell down with a thud against the floor and his chest was still racing. Willow was on top of him at once and her lips pressed down hard on his.

Xander recovered quickly his hunger subsided he could feel other desires building. His hands raised and caught Willow of guard and twisted her so she lay on the floor and he was straddling her. She didn’t fight it his hands ran from her shoulders, over her breasts and down to the clasps on her outfit and he pulled at them.

Willow responded by pulling his shirt over his head to reveal his muscular torso. Her hands lingered over his chest feeling it rise and fall. Then she pulled away as Xander needed help in pulling her top loose.

His legs slipped between hers and crouched forward parting his knees surrounding her buttocks and allowing her thighs to fall over his. He ran his hands the length of her body to her shoulders and back down and around her waist. Then he pulled her up and she leaned over him lips open and inviting. His tongue played with hers and blood danced between them mixed with saliva.



Willows hands slipped between their adjoined pelvis and she stroked his groin. Xander quivered and whispered “There appears to be some life still left in the old boy, perhaps there is hope for me yet!” Willow giggled and slipped her hand down his trousers. “Well he will do for me!” She beamed and kissed him some more.



He instinctively pulled at her trouser zip and she at his and they both kicked off the rest of their clothes and rolled around the floor naked and interlocked in a passionate embrace.



“Would you die for me?” Willow cried as she felt him reach his climax and relax into her arms.



“I think I already did once!” Xander laughed. “But nice of you to ask!”



“I know!” She acknowledged and pulled his head to her chest. “I just needed to hear it.”



They lay there for a while then made their way to the bedroom where they played a little while more before finally slipping off to sleep. It had been a long night for both of them.



Willow looked at her man with a soft glow about his face. He was content, but she still worried. Not because of his lack of acceptance of who he was and how they needed to feed. Neither because of how they were now both strangers in a strange world that she did not know enough about. No her worry was because as she lay there having just found, sired and made love to her one and only man, the only thought raging in her mind was of her other self sitting alone in the darkness of the tomb she had left her in, and how much she longed to see her again!



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Night 2 Epilogue:



Tears still flowed down the cheeks of the captive Willow bound and caged. The torchlight had long since faded and the room was cold and dark. The occasional scurrying sound made her jump but was probably a rat or other rodent exploring the crypt. She had screamed for a good while but got no response and had tugged at the ropes until her arms bruised. She had even tried to use an incantation or two to break the bonds but she just wasn’t strong enough.



Willow hated feeling this weak, she always felt this week, why couldn’t she be strong and confident like her other self. Only the magic gave her a sense of purpose, which was why she was keen to learn more. If only she would get the chance!



She found herself though almost longing for her evil twin to return though. Anything had to be better than being here alone in the dark. Her thoughts drifted and finally still weeping she drifted to sleep.