Disclaimer: All characters belong to Joss Whedon, etc. I own nothing, please don't sue me. Oh, except those I made up myself.
Feedback: Yes, if you’d like, I'd like.
Rating: NC-17 (WARNING!)
Spoilers: Season 6
Pairings: VW/T
Genre: Alternate Universe
Distribution: Ask first, thanks.
Summary: Vamp Will is holding Tara hostage, they are hiding out from the Scoobies for the time being, in a lake house outside of Sunnydale.
Shout out: First, I've read many VW fics and did not know the orgin of 'kitten', it was pointed out to me that Justskipit (who's work I have read) coined and perfected that jewel. I hope she doesn't mind that I'm using the term. Second, to DW for the thought provoking. Thanks.
CHAPTER 4Buffy patrolled the last cemetery in Sunnydale for the night. It just so happened to be the cemetery where Spike lived. Standing in front of the crypt door she asked herself for the hundredth time that evening, ‘Why do I feel like I need him?’ She pushed the door open with uncertainty and entered the cold dark tomb. Circling around she discovered that he wasn’t home. The slayer looked at her watch; she had 20 minutes to kill before meeting the others. She flipped the switch on his old black and white television and planted herself in his chair. Not really interested in what was on she leaned her head back and closed her eyes.
An image of Willow with long hair from freshmen year standing at her locker came to mind. Sighing heavily, her heart ached because the geek she had made best friends with then was now her enemy. She whispered into the cool air, “How will I ever be able to kill you?”
“You just do it.” Spike murmured.
The slayer jumped to her feet and poised in attack stance.
“Whoa now Blondie, I’m just coming home to put a few groceries in the fridge.” He walked around the girl and unpacked a brown paper sack full of blood.
“You have no idea what I’m going through, Spike.”
“Oh, no? I killed my mum, she was my only friend.” He stopped and bore his eyes into the slayers.
Buffy dropped the stare first. Her mind didn’t want to think about Spike and all the things that came with him, at this moment.
“Willow is, was, my best friend and now…”
“She’s a vampire, with brains, power, and the inside scoop on the Scoobies.” The blonde vampire squared up in front of her. “Buffy, she’s dangerous, more dangerous than anything you’ve come up against. She knows you. I mean, she will use any and everything against you now, with no remorse.” He was being honest.
Hearing the inside track from Spike depressed her more. “Do you think anything is left of *our* Willow?” She sounded like a little girl.
“Pet, there are always characteristics and mannerisms of the former personality, but she has no soul now. No checks and balances, evil drives her, blood sates her, unless…”
Buffy looked curiously at Spike, “Unless? Unless what? You can’t just stop there.”
“Unless the witchcraft…it’s a wild card Buffy, in all my years I’ve never known a witch as powerful as Willlow to be sired.” He continued, “It could be monumentally bad,s or it could be our save in grace.”
Buffy sounded hopeful, “How will we know?”
Spike shrugged at her, “I don’t know love, it’s best we assume the worst though.”
Her heart cracked a little more. “We need to go meet the others.” Desiring not to be alone with Spike any longer, the girl moved towards the door.
*
As I stood in the shower, washing the distinct smell of arousal from myself, I cried. I cried silent tears so the vampire in the next room would not hear me. I cried because my lover was gone. I cried because my life was in danger. But I cried most of all because I knew I was captivated by the vampire Willow was now, and in some way I wished that Buffy and the others never found me. My mind was a tangled web of frustration, desire, disgust, and anguish. I tried to make sense of my thoughts and actions with no avail.
“Everything okay in there pet?” Willow’s voice invaded.
I didn’t hear that out loud. Oh my goddess, she’s reading my mind!
“I’m fine.” I yelled out. I resumed my bath quickly, trying not to think of anything in particular. The anger rising within me had to be released. Wrapping a heavy white towel around me I swung the wooden door open and marched out, “don’t ever do that again!”
“Are you upset at me pet?” She was sitting at the dining table looking at me attentively. Two tapered candles cast shadows across her face.
“Your damn right I’m upset! Willow, Vamp Willow, or whatever it is you want to be called. Neither you, nor anyone else has the right to invade my mind.” I clinched my fists and pumped them at my sides.
Slowly she related, “I’m sorry kitten; I wasn’t listening to your thoughts. I figured you would prefer that I didn’t barge in while you were…indisposed.” Standing up, she moved and handed me a change of clothes. “It won’t happen again, I promise.” Her sad green eyes apologized for her.
“Okay.” I think she was being sincere.
“Willow…” her voice whispered.
“W-what?” My heartbeat slowed as I cooled down.
“I prefer to be called Willow, by you.”
“Oh.” How can she just go from ‘I’m-gonna-spank-you-Willow’ to ‘I’m-sorry-Willow’ just like that?
“You can change in there.” She pointed to small bedroom off the dining area.
“Thanks.” I almost felt sorry for her for unloading on her like that.
I took the stack of clothes and went into the bedroom. I saw her sit back down at the table as I inched the door closed. Inside, the room was lit by a single floor lamp in the corner. I could tell the boys had already been in here because the windows were boarded with plywood, like the ones in the dining area and bathroom. There was a double bed dressed in a floral comforter placed perpendicular to one of the windows. A sitting chair and an antique dresser were situated opposite the foot of bed. The hardwood floors had several rugs covering heavy traffic areas around the room. Was this going to be ‘our’ room?
I sat down on the bed and put the clothes in my lap sighing heavily. My eyes drifted to the bed side table where an alarm clock registered 11:30 pm. If I were at home, at Buffy’s, Willow and I would be in bed by now. Possibly researching or studying, probably making love. Buffy would be coming in from patrol and Dawn would be sound asleep. Not that our lives were anything near normal, it was just the fact of familiarity. Tears stung my eyes again. I shook them off, crying would get me nowhere. I needed to concentrate all that energy on finding out what Willow was up to, if there was anything.
Unfolding the outfit she had given me, I recognized that it was not just casual attire. It was a black evening dress. I slipped it over my head and slinked it down my body. It had a carwash hem with a deep-vee neck revealing much more than I was accustomed. I bent over and strapped on the heels she had supplied. Looking back to the bed, there was nothing else, neither bra nor underwear was provided. That forced a lopsided grin on my face. Moving around to the dresser, I took in my appearance. The rounds of my breast showed, as well as the top of my abdomen. Not too comfortable with that, but I have no other choice. My hair was drying but the ends were straggly, running my fingers through it I did the best I could to comb the mess.
Bam, Bam. Car doors. I heard Ted and Frank’s muffled voices, then a door slam in the house. I closed the distance between the dresser and the bedroom door in a few steps. Leaning close, I listened intently.
“Did you get everything?” Willow asked.
“Yeah boss.”
“Ok, you know what to do, get busy. And when you’re done with that, like I said earlier, I want at least ten by morning when you return. Understand?”
“Yeah boss.”
“And don’t forget the other car.” She was strict.
She *was* up to something. I heard footsteps on the stairs. Not the basement stairs, but it sounded like stairs leading to a second floor.
Tap, tap.
I sucked in with fright and jumped back from the door. Gathering my wits, I responded, “Come in.”
The door creaked open and I saw her beautiful sweet face framed with that fiery red hair and glowing green eyes. How could I have missed how gorgeous she looked earlier? Oh yeah, mad Tara is blind. She stepped in fully and I soaked up the rest of her like a sponge absorbed water. She wore a crimson long sleeved satin shirt, the collar gaped open. I couldn’t help myself, my eyes drifted from her sleek white neck down her chest to where the first button was fastened on her shirt. I licked my lips just thinking about the red tipped peaks that were underneath. I tried to stop but couldn’t, further down, her wide black belt was studded with silver spikes; I refrained from grinning at that. Continuing to torture myself, I lowered my eyes to her thighs. She had on black leather pants again, they stretched across her quads and sleeked over her black boots. What a sight? My heart thumped.
Standing in the doorway, she took long gazes from my head to my feet. She was sizing me up as well. I suddenly became self-conscious. I knew she liked what she saw. I dropped my head to the floor and crossed my arms.
“Sexy kitten.” She sang. “Don’t hide those beautiful blue eyes from me.”
My cheeks heated as I blushed.
Moving to stand in front of me her hand eased up and cupped my chin. She pulled up my face and said, “You look stunning kitten.” She then leaned in and planted a sweet kiss on my cheek. My breath caught. Hesitating for just a moment, I heard her breathe deeply, she was inhaling my scent. Goosebumps spread across my left arm. She returned to her stance in front of me, “Dinner will be ready in a few minutes. Would you like a glass of wine?”
“We’re not going to Sunny…dale?” I blurted out, sounding slightly disappointed. I tried to recover, “I just t-thought we were going out to d-dinner.”
“Out - side. Besides, there’s too much trouble to get into in Sunnydale just yet. Don’t worry, we’ll go soon enough, pet.” Reaching out to my arm, she glided her hand down to entwine her fingers with mine, and then pulled me to follow her.
TBC
by tarasgirl2 » Sun Jan 09, 2005 10:35 pm 
Now she has absolutely no defenses...which is not for the good.
Michaela
Dopplegangland is indeed one of the best episodes ever. So funny! An Alpha VW she is...for now, well see. Thanks.
Btw, I own u now?
Heheheheheheheheheehehe. Way to piss Buffy off AND with a generous dose of Willow tossed in! And this is closely followed by...
Oh yeah. More puleeaaase!
at: 1/18/05 10:02 pm
I look up to that dinner out
Terra
.
And poor buffy 
sad sad sad! I hope you update soon!! 
