Shades of Red

TITLE: Shades of Red

AUTHOR: MidKnight

CHAPTER: 1 of 1

SHIP: Dark Willow / Vamp Willow

RATING: NC17 - Sex and language

CATEGORY: Erotica

SPOILERS: Buffy Season 6

DISCLAIMER: None of these characters belong to me. They belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Warner Bros. and I bet a whole bunch of other corporations and I am only borrowing them, seeing as those who own them don't seem to want to use them anymore. I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.

UNIVERSE: Buffy Season 6

AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies, It's also my first time writing slash or anything to do with Willow... Enjoy

FEEDBACK: Yes Please - deton8@mweb.co.za

She had to get back to Sunnydale, fast, but she also needed time to think. Warren had to pay. He had tricked her. Good for him, bad for him. It would all add to the final reckoning. She'd watch him die, watch the light fade from his eyes and there would be at last a little justice for Ta... Ta... She couldn't even think her name. It still hurt too much.

She focused her mind as she walked away from the bus, Xander and Buffy and shifted into one of the multitude of dimensions that co-existed with theirs. She had chosen one where time ran differently; an hour there was a minute in her alphaverse. Out of curiosity she turned around, the road was deserted. No bus, no Xander, no Buffy. Was Ta... she alive in this place? The question tantalized her. She might be, but it wouldn't be the same Ta... women she had known. There was no one like her. She walked on steadily; planning and re-planning the things she intended to do to Warren and then those other two fools.

Willow walked into Sunnydale with the setting sun at her back. The place looked deserted. It was grimy looking and filthy. Papers blew around aimlessly in the gusting wind. She spotted one or two people but the were all in a hurry, rushing away. Odd, but the bleak blustery setting suited her to the tee. She had to go to Buffy's house where she could slip back into her own dimension. Mere minutes would have passed there. She needed Ta... Her blood to track down Warren.

She wasn't paying too much attention to her surroundings as darkness fell, but slowly she felt the night come alive around her, or more correctly unalive. This place. this time, this dimension was not the domain of humans. She felt it clearly, here, humans were simply cattle. A smile tweaked at her lips. Warren had most likely become someone's snack in this place. She felt them all around. Daemons and Vampires stirring to enjoy the night. They had death on their minds, and she felt right at home. The daemons had the sense to feel the aura of power around her and they gave her a wide berth. The vampires were a little slower on the uptake. She was walking past the Bronze. There were trashcans with fires burning in them and a few busted up old wrecks of cars littering the street. The daemons melted away into the shadows. Two vampires pushed themselves away from the wall they had been leaning against and advanced menacingly. Suddenly they relaxed. "Hey, Willow, didn't recognize y..." one of them started, but she simply whispered: "Incindiente" and they burst into flame and were ash seconds later. Stranger and stranger, she thought.

More Vamps poured out of the Bronze. Willow gave a little inward sigh. She really didn't have time for this. She concentrated a moment gathering the right spell to dispatch them all, but hesitated as she heard a very familiar voice. A, very familiar voice, her own. "Get that bitch. She's stolen my face and made it all veiny" a red headed vampire called to the rest of them. "Well... well, of all the dimensions in all the universe she had to walk into this one." she thought. There she was in living colour her vampire self that she had met all those years ago. The one that had shown her a glimpse of her true orientation. She made a snap decision. "ImobilŽ" she commanded and they all froze. She walked forward until she stood right in front of the vampire replica of herself. She looked herself up and down. She really had filled out well over the years. She raised her hand and the vampire rose a few inches off the ground, with a gesture she made it spin ever so slowly. She could feel a spark of her power in the vampire and that spark was fighting the spell. She could see the anger in the vampire's eyes and it amused her, but she was impressed that the vampire managed to gather the will to spit out the words "Go fuck yourself!" through the immobilisation spell. "What a novel idea, considering that she actually had a self to fuck at this point." she thought.

"Come along, dear." she told her immobile, floating alter ego, and with a crook of her finger caused the floating figure to follow her as she walked away. The floating Willow mumbled and struggled. "Just think loudly. I can hear you." she told her vamp self. With, a negligent wave of her hand, the rest of the vampires burst into flame. She never even noticed that the one that had just been coming out of the door had looked exactly like Xander. She was quite surprised at the vamp's imaginative use of the English language and the daemon tongues. She even took note of a few as possibilities.

Willow tuned down the vampires thoughts to a light murmur as she tried to sort out her own thoughts. What was she doing? The answer was kind of rhetorical in nature. She looked back at the floating figure behind her. She was going to get her jollies off one last time before she gave herself over to the darkness. She knew that when she got back she was going to do something that would forever change her and the rest of the people who made up her life. She knew Buffy couldn't let her do what she intended to. They would try to stop her, for what they saw, as her own good. What they wouldn't or maybe couldn't understand was that there was no more 'good' for her. That, had died with Ta... Her. The last few days with... Her had been physically amazing. They'd made love, had sex, screwed and on one or two occasions even fucked. If she could get, even an echo of, that with 'herself' why not.

She found Buffy's house, except it wasn't Buffy's house. It was the wrong colour and there was no sign of all those repairs they'd had to make over the years. The house was dark. Willow saw mail sticking out of the mailbox and she yanked it out. This was, it appeared, the Bennet's residence. It didn't matter. She turned to the restrained vampire that wore her face. "Linquista" she muttered and then waited for the string of curses to die from the vampire's lips, Eventually, it took a swift slap to shut her up. Willow grabbed her chin, hard, and then mashed their lips together kissing the vampire hard. She loved the shock that widened her double's eyes. She liked it even more when the vampire's resistance softened and she kissed back. Willow pulled back suddenly and wagged her finger in front of the vampire's face. "Ah, ah. No biting now. Well, not unless I say so." she chastised the vampire. She tapped her forehead. "I can hear you think. We're gonna have ourselves a little fun and when we're done, and if you've been good, maybe I'll even let you live." she told her paler self. The vampire had a bored half smile on her lips as she watched the witch. "Oh, now that's not very nice and maybe even physically impossible. I guess the only way you'll learn is an object lesson after all. I can make you do whatever, and I do mean whatever, I want, when I want. French kiss me." Willow commanded and her eyes darkened as she exerted her will on her captive puppet. The look of surprise on the vampire's face was priceless as she stepped forward, slid her hand into the mass of dark hair at the base of the witch's neck and proceeded to slip her tongue into her willingly opened mouth.

Willow had to give Buffy some coo does. The undead sure did no how to kiss. Maybe, it was that not having to breath thing. Willow let the vampire kiss her leisurely letting her explore her mouth and teeth. They swapped spit as Willow thrust her own tongue into the vampire's mouth and their tongues writhed. Willow reached forward, and cupped the vamp's left breast. The slightly-more-than-a-handful of flesh was cold under the peasant blouse it wore. The nipple, which was hard, pressed into her palm and she could feel no heart beat. She wondered if a vampire's nipples were always hard, what with them always being cold. Maybe she'd ask Spike, if she ever saw him again. She kneaded the flesh, feeling it warm under her hand. She felt the vamp's hand slide around her hip and then rest firmly on her ass, pulling their bodies into contact. The witch smiled inwardly as she listened to the vampire's confused thoughts as she tried to get control of her own body and failed again and again. She could also sense the vampire becoming more aroused, even growing wet. Her metal smile turned into a leering grin. Willow let her tongue retreat allowing the vampire's fully back into her mouth before she took a firm hold on the vamps lush red hair and yanked back hard breaking their kiss while pinching her nipple and eliciting a pained yelp from the vamp.

"Do you understand? Wait. Let me make it unmistakably clear. Anything. Anywhere, Anytime." the witch's eyes became completely black and she moved her face to within an inch of the vampire's before she continued in a whisper: "Cum." The vampire grunted as if she'd been hit in the belly. She raised her head, eyes widening even further in disbelief before she began panting and mewling. Willow watched as the vamp strained to bring her hand to her crotch of even to double over to somehow ease the violent quake of the orgasm as it ripped through her system. She snapped her fingers and the vampire was free. The red head fell to the pavement and curled into a tight little ball with her hands cradling her crotch as the tremors and the sparking electricity of the climax subsided. Her black haired twin cocked her head to the side, patiently waiting for a semblance of intelligence to return to the vamps eyes. When it did, if a glare of hatred passed as intelligence, she simply asked; "Understand?" The vampire nodded, slowly and cautiously.

Willow almost felt sorry for her. She had used the sensation of an orgasm Ta... She had once given her and it was a world shaker. "Now, get up." she commanded, but with her voice only. The vampire got to her feet and flinched back just a little as Willow stepped forward. "Oh. Do relax. As, per my little demonstration there, I could make you fuck me like a puppet on a string, and that would be fun in it's own way, or you can explore your lesbian tendencies." the vampire made to speak, "Don't even, Sweetie. No matter what or where, you're still me, and trust me, we're gay. So, here again are your choices: I can make you eat me out and get me off right here and now, I turn you into dust and be on my merry way or you show me where we can find a bed, we fuck and you take your chances. So, what's it going to be? Get me off and die for certain or we see who gets there first and you maybe get a chance to continue your unlife or at least die with a smile." she reiterated. The vampire's mind was a chaotic sea of turmoil. Willow didn't really want to use her as an undead dildo. The idea, of having herself as a lover, had piqued a strong interest in her. It might just give her the smallest idea what Ta... She had felt when they'd been lovers. The spell she used was subtle and she wove it slowly and softly and it chrystalised a simple thought in the vamps mind: "Try to continue existing."

The witch watched as the vampire came to the decision she had implanted in her mind. "We could go right in here. There's no one home... I ate them a month ago. Turned them both. They were a cute couple. You dusted them at the Bronze." the red head said gesturing at the house. Her words might have been meant to shock, but "How fortuitous. Lead the way." was Willows only reply. Willow watched the vampire. She decided she might look into the whole leather pants thing. They made her ass look really good. She couldn't resist, and sidled up next to the vamp and slid her hand onto her tightly leather clad buttocks. She felt the vamp stiffen and rolled hr eyes. She slid her hand across both cheeks before she squeezed the one furthest across from her. She leaned over and whispered into the vamp's ear: " Go with it. It's all part of the fun." before she ran her tongue lightly along the shell of the vampire's ear. The redhead's only answer was to once again start moving to the front door of the house. Willow hooked her thumb into a loop at the back of the vampire's pants and kept her hand lightly on the vamp's ass that skid back and forth as she walked.

They made their way up the shot walk and the red head simply opened the door and walked right in. Willow knew exactly what the vampire was going to as the thought formed in her mind, but let herself be surprised by it all the same. As, the door closed, the redhead spun and pushed the witch up against the door crushing their lips together. Willow liked the slight coolness of the vampire's skin as her hand slid over the witch's cheek on it's way to burying itself into her dark hair. Willow opened her mouth and the vamps tongue snaked in and writhed with hers as their lips slid together sinuously. Willow took a firm hold on the vampire's leather-clad ass and pulled her firmly against herself and their hips ground together to the same rhythm of their hungry lips. The vampire's free hand slid under the denim jacket Willow was wearing and cupped her breast through the thin t-shirt underneath. The witch then realized when she had magically changed her clothes; she hadn't bothered with a bra. Oversight or foresight, she didn't really care which. The vampire had been similarly under clad when she'd felt her up earlier. Willow let a little moan of encouragement escape her lips. The vampire's hand was cool through the light material, before it began to heat from the warmth of her flesh, and her nipple stiffened even before the other women circled and flicked it with her thumb.

Willow started to have suspicions that her vampire self wasn't quite as naive about her lesbian tendencies than she had let on. They continued to kiss as the vamp massaged her breast. Willow shifted her leg and pushed it between the vamp's thighs until it was straddling it. Willow guided the vamp's movements and she watched as the vamp's eyes dilated and she could see just the slightest tinge of gold glow in her pupils when she slid the vampire's leather covered crotch back and forth along her thigh. It was the vampire's turn to moan.

Willow finally broke the kiss. She noted there was even some colour in the vampire' cheeks and watched as her red haired mirror image licked it's kiss swollen lips. "I think you've got the idea. Why don't we go right ahead and find that bed then?" the witch said and pointed the way up the stairs. She watched the vampire's... her own, shapely ass sashay it's way up the stairs ahead of her and followed. She nearly shoved the vampire into the room that would have been Buffy's. It was decked out like a guest room. "Good enough it had a bed. That was all she had asked for." The witch thought, distracting herself. She had gotten a view of the open door at the end of the hall. Had, they gone in there, she did not know what she would have done. The memories, grief and rage that now resided in that room were not bounded by dimension.

The vampire turned, harsh words on her lips at the rough treatment, but was silenced as with a gesture both women's clothes simply turned into vapour and dissipated quickly into the air. It amused Willow that the vampire actually started to cover herself, much like she would have under similar circumstances. Willow studied her double, even as a cool, errant breeze wafted across her own naked flesh. The window was open. Life as a vampire had made her double slightly leaner and a lot paler than herself but other than that she looked pretty much the way she had, before... She killed the thought in it's infancy and instead concentrated on the curl of arousal that stirred in her belly as she watched the vampire pad over to the bed and sit down on it's edge with her legs demurely folded. She could almost feel the vampire's confidence and arrogance returning. The silly bitch actually thought she had managed to shield her thoughts, keeping them solely in the daemon part of herself, but she might as well have been broadcasting them. The redhead thought she had found a weakness in the witch and was now biding her time. It was almost laughable, but Willow decided to continue the ruse. She would still get what she wanted.

Willow walked over to the vampire who now reclined back on the bed and in a brazen display had spread her legs wide. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Even her pubes were black she noticed in passing. She put her hand on the vamp's knee and then ran it up the inside of her pale thigh, but stopped just short of her crotch and swollen lips. She let her fingernails rake lightly down the length of the soft, smooth thigh as she got onto the bed. The vampire's skin was cool, but heated quickly as Willow lay back and let the daemon slide her body along the witch's and come to rest above her leaving them face-to-face. The vampire shifted one of its thighs in between Willow's and then pressed it firmly against the witch's crotch. The cool flesh felt good against Willow's slowly heating sex. Willow bent her leg, placing her foot flat on the bed and ground herself against the smooth pale column of the vampire's thigh. The vamp slid her hand upward from the witch's hip, across her waist, over her ribcage and cupped her breast as the pale redhead lowered her head. The vampire squeezed the handful of flesh rhythmically as their lips met and the shared a wet, sinuous kiss. Willow let her hand slide done the vampire's spine to cup and squeeze her ass cheek before letting her middle finger slide back and forth over the puckered starfish of the vamp's anus. Willow was gratified to feel the vampire jump and then freeze and nearly laughed as the daemon's thoughts once again became uncertain, The witch relented and let her finger continue it's journey and let it slide between the vamps swollen nether lips finding both heat and moisture. They ground against each other. Their tongues dueled in the arena of their joined lips. The advantage of the vampire being so pale was that Willow could clearly see the flush of arousal spread across her chest. It amused Willow how the animal lust warred with the vampire's daemon side.

Willow found herself getting wetter and wetter, enjoying the vampire's ministrations. She crooked he finger and buried the first two joints of her middle finger into the vampire's wet, buttery twat. The vamp's thigh was slippery wet with the witch's juices and their humping and grinding spread up. Willow shifted her weight rolling the vampire onto it's back, leaving her in a dominant position above the daemon. "Having fun?" the witch asked. The redhead smiled up at her dark haired mirror image in answer, but the smile didn't quite reach her eyes. With, a small exertion of will, Willow materialized a stake in her hand and the panic that suddenly ran through the vampire's mind was almost as thrilling to her as their foreplay. The vampire's eyes widened and she started to protest: "But... You... I..." Willow shushed her with a finger over her own lips. She placed the tip of the stake just above the valley of the vamp's breasts and then drew it down between them. She watched as the vampire intently as the daemon's eyes followed the wooden shaft. Willow saw just the hint of resignation as she drew the point to the left along the lower curve of the vamp's firm breast. "Not a hint of sag, just like her own." she noted. Willow chuckled. "Now would I be that mean? We have a deal, after all. Don't we?" she said and let the point snake downward across the vampire's taut midriff. She actually felt the vampire take a deep breath it didn't even need. She drew a narrowing spiral in the vamp's rich red pubes before letting the point slip down between it's legs and amongst the full, swollen and blossoming lips.

Willow's body was aroused, but she found herself detached and with a grim realization she came to understand that it was, all too possible, that with Ta... Her death, that part of her had died as well. She watched the vamp closely as she slid the point of the stake back and forth through the outer lips of its sex, slowly letting it slide deeper. She glanced down quickly and saw the glisten of fluid as it collected and coated the smooth wood. She turned her attention back to the vamp's face and then, with no expression to give away her intent she slip the stake home.

The vamp cried out. The sound was harsh and primal in the silence of the empty house. Her hips had bucked and her back had arched in surprise and in an attempt to adapt to the sudden penetration. Willow slid the few errant strands of red hair off the vampire's face. "Sssssshhhhhhh. Relax." she told the wild-eyed women beneath her and the witch slowly withdrew the wooden shaft so that only an inch and a half remained within her. Locked muscles relaxed and he vamp's back returned to the bed. "Fuck... Hell spawn, Bitch!" the vamp spat. Willow watched the redhead lick her dry lips and when her tongue peeked out a second time, the witch lowered her head and deftly captured it with her lips and sucked on it. The vampire opened her mouth with a moan as Willow kissed her hard and at the same time slid the stake back into her most intimate flesh. Willow continued to kiss, nibble and even chew on the vamp's lips as she built a slowly increasing rhythm of thrusts as she fucked the pale redhead with the stake. Her red headed mirror image spread her legs and rolled her hips in acceptance. The vamp mewled, grunted, gasped and moans, eventually panting with the need for air to support her vocalizations. Willow left the vamp's lips and latched onto her right nipple, sucking hard. She had loved it when Ta... She had done that to her and it seemed her vampire self was no different. She flicked the hard pebble with her tongue before taking it in between her teeth and pulling back, stretching and distending the tender nub making the vampire shudder. She released it and then lowered her lips sucking in as much of the pale, smooth and firm tit-flesh into her mouth as she could. The witch repeated the process on each breast in turn, but never varied the pace of the plunging wooden shaft. The vampire flailed around wildly. Her hands traced spider-like patterns over the witch's skin, but Willow felt her own arousal dwindle. Her memories, which she had hoped were securely locked away, became a stifling pall. Sounds and smells, a touch all with nuances of a past that she wanted to forget and a future that was never to be.

Without warning the vampire seemed to lock around the sex slick wood of the stake as it was buried deep. The vampire grasped two handfuls of the bedspread as she threw back her head and cried out: " Oh Fuck, Yeah!!!!!!!" Willow felt a rush of moisture flood onto her hand where it was flush against the vamp's vagina holding the end of the stake. Willow rocked the wooden shaft backwards and forward in rhythm with the redheads rippling innards. The vamp twisted onto her side, around the wooden shaft kept firmly inside her by her own orgasm tensing muscles. She curled into the witch's arms, resting its head on her shoulder.

Willow saw the moment coming. The daemon's mind recovered faster from the climax than its body. The vampire actually nuzzled at the witch's flesh, in a strange show of tender intimacy, so at odds with the thoughts Willow could read coursing through its mind. She felt the body in her arms go limp and she slowly removed the slick shaft from the still feebly clutching flesh in which it had been buried.

The redhead's lips worked upon the witch's skin. Her tongue traced the veins as they lay close to the surface moving over her shoulder towards her collarbone and throat. The veins were strangely sensitive to the touch. The sensation remaining well after lips or tongue had moved on. "How strange." Willow thought. It found the side of her throat. She felt it poised ready to make its move and she let it. She felt the change against her skin. The ridges scraping as they formed, the fangs did the same. The witch felt the vampire's exaltation as it sank in its fangs, rolled her to her back and drank. Her body spasmed in response to this violation. Then, the vampire made its final mistake. It drew back to see its handiwork and gloat.

Willow smiled up at her daemon altered self, and remembering something the vampire had said in her universe those many years ago, said: "Bored now." And thrust the stake between the vampire's shoulder blades and cleanly through it's heart. It hardly had a chance to look surprised before it turned to dust.

Willow blew lightly and magically enhanced her breath blowing the ash out of the open window. Willow lay back on the bed. "I'll follow her soon enough, I suspect, but not before they pay. Not before I get justice. Not before Warren and his geek gang follow her first" she thought and as she rose her clothes rematerialize along with her own dimension.

The end