"Guys? What are we going to do with… me? Other me."
Willow drew herself quickly back around the corner as her fuzzy self brought the group to stop. She listened silently as the slayer gave some vague reassurances, and her clone timidly backtracked from her worries. So accommodating…
"Oh. Hey! Go, I'll catch up."
The girl's footsteps grew louder as the girl hustled toward the library, but Willow simply shifted into an alcove between the lockers as her double whizzed past, soft hair so much like her own fluttering behind her. Willow smiled hungrily as she stalked forward like a panther, not even her eager anticipation disrupting the silent prowl which death gave her.
Entering behind her, she found her alternate self was leaning over the front desk, stretched out on her toes as she looked for something behind the counter. It was nice to that she still had that amazing body in this world too, even if the shy little girl hid it under those horrible sweaters she used to wear. As her prey pushed off the counter lightly, apparently having not found anything, Willow struck, pressing herself against the girl's fuzzy sweater as she brought a hand over her mouth and held her still.
"Alone at last."
After allowing herself only a quick look at the delicious, exposed neck in front of her, she spun her double around and grabbed her by the throat as the girl struggled feebly.
"Well, look at me. I'm all fuzzy."
"What do I want with you? Dyeh, I mean -"
"Your little school friend Anya said you brought me here. She said you could get me back to my world."
"Oh." The girl's eyes widened with realization at what she had said, and Willow was barely able to keep herself from feeding as her timid double stuttered, "Oh! Oops."
Her double, her twin, was so much like what she was before the transformation, and yet she was certainly different. She had some serious power in her, though she didn't seem to be using it, and Willow had only felt this kind of strength in battles with very powerful mages. The young witch even had friends as well, besides Xander, even if they were all… stupid. Boring.
Willow began slowly circling her nervous, living counterpart, watching her barely maintain her calm under her ragged breaths. How would the girl be different from her once she was turned? Clearly there would still be the same sadistic tendencies she herself had developed with Xander after their transformation, and if he wasn't going to be there for this one, then, well, she was definitely looking forward to helping out her counterpart instead.
Getting behind her timid doppelganger, Willow pressed herself against the girl, enjoying how she squeaked with surprise whenever she did that. Again she wondered how she could have ever hid herself under those baggy, itchy sweaters, even all these years later. She'd have to do something about that.
"But I don't know… I kinda like the two of us. We could be quite a team, if you came around to my way of thinking."
"Would that mean we have to snuggle?"
What a wonderful idea that would be, Willow thought to herself. Grinning with anticipation at that suggestion, she leaned forward and whispered into her ear, "What do you say…?"
Then she went down and gave a long, luscious, lick on her double's exposed neck, feeling the girl's pulse and tasting the fear and… anticipation coming off of her in waves. A violent shudder erupted from her target as she gasped at the sensation, and Willow absolutely loved what she could only imagine was the look on her doppelganger's face. She went back up to the girl's ear and finished seductively, "...wanna be bad?"
"This just can't get anymore disturbing."
Willow smiled at that. Bet it can, she thought to herself as she gave out a low, yet playful growl.
The girl broke before she could get any further though. Shuddering again in her loose grasp, Willow let her double struggle free from her and move a few feet away facing her. Her doppelganger's face was a beautiful as she imagined it would be, twisted in both fear and disgust as she attempted to calm down from her ordeal.
"Ok, Ack! ACK! No more! You're freaking me out."
Giving out one more brief shudder, the girl bolted for the library door, but Willow cut her off with ease, her vampiric reflexes kicking in with full force. The double backed up, panic building in her eyes, then darted over to the counter, grabbing a cross and waving it wildly in front of her. Willow knocked the cursed object out of her grasp and across the library, then threw the increasingly irritating girl in the opposite direction over the counter, where she landed in a heap.
"If you don't want to play I guess I can't force you," she told the battered mess still collapsed on the ground as she made her way slowly around the front desk, "Oh wait. I can."
Reaching the doorway and looking through, she saw that the little girl had managed to get her hands on a rifle and was trying to aim it with unsteady hands. How adorable. Surely she knew that bullets would only hurt her a bit, barely even slow her down really. She did have to kill a slayer after this though… choices, choices.
Seeing her finger reach for the trigger, Willow darted back behind the doorframe, watching as a small dart flickered past her and into a bookshelf. That's cheating, she thought with a sneer. The bitch is going to pay for that.
Moving like lightning across the gap, Willow knocked the rifle aside and threw the girl onto the counter, pinning her down with her own weight. Preparing herself for the kill, she took a moment to observe the look of shock and horror that presented itself on that once familiar face. She would never see that expression again.
"You really shouldn't have done that. You'll know why in a few days."
"Please! No…"
Willow sincerely hoped that wasn't actual begging. That would be just so…
"Bored now!"
Penetrating that delicate neck she'd been observing all night, Willow quickly sucked the delicious warmth out of her doppelganger's body. Cutting her arm with a knife on the table, she brought it up to her double's mouth and moaned as the girl slowly stopped resisting and became addicting to her cold red blood. With a final gasp, the soon to be vampiric Willow collapsed under her, dead, but not gone.
Gently picking up her new playmate, Willow draped her across her arms and slowly made her way out of the library. There was a warehouse on the way to the Bronze where she planned to set up shop after their slaughter. It should be a safe enough place to leave the body for the night. Besides, she had a slayer to kill.
The gang she had built up to attack the Bronze was turning out to be such a disappointment. Alphonse seemed to be the only one capable of holding his ground against the slayer and her friends that were currently storming the club. Around half her guards were already gone, and the other half were slowly being dusted one by one as they were pushed back. The only real threat among her enemies was the Slayer though, and once she was dead, the rest would flee, even the traitorous vampire. And after all this, she would tame him again, just like in her world.
Passing by the tempting snacks fleeing from the carnage, Willow jumped down from the balcony and landed silently behind the slayer just as she drove a long wooden pool cue through her lieutenant's heart. Just as the blonde began to turn, Willow whipped her leg up and kicked the slayer across the face, knocking her to the ground and sending the pool cue flying. The slayer was back up in an instant, but she was hesitating. Every blow the blonde gave was slightly too slow, and Willow effortlessly weaved through the attacks, striking and hitting the slayer's own weak points between dodges. The stomach, the thigh, both shoulders, and finally the head, all hit with quick and masterfully precision. Ducking under the blonde's high kick, Willow sent her own foot squarely into the slayer's stomach, this time sending her flying across the club and into a table.
"Bored now."
She really was. If she had known that a slayer would have been this easy to beat… The Master should have let her kill this one last time.
"Then let's show you some excitement."
Willow smirked internally as the blonde shot back up onto her feet, grabbed another pool cue off the table, and approached warily. When they were a few feet apart, the slayer quickly closed the distance and struck, wielding the makeshift staff like an extension of her arms. The swings came faster than before, without hesitation, but Willow still dodged them easily. The slayer's extra range made it impossible for her to return the strikes though, and Willow was forced to slowly back up to avoid the blur of wood in front of her. Then she felt it.
The pool cue slammed into the side of her head, sending waves of pain through her body and knocking her off balance. Another jab smashed into her nose, snapping her neck back as she stumbled backwards, and a final blow hit her in the chest, right above the heart, and sent her flying back against the wall.
With a small moan of exertion, Willow brought her head upright and opened her eyes, the blonde slayer moving straight for her with a murderous glare. Then Willow realized with a shock that she wasn't dust yet. The tip must have been too dull to…
The pool cue flashed forward, the pointer end in front this time, aimed once again straight at her heart. Willow quickly slid to the side as the wood impacted the wall where she was a moment ago, then brought her leg up and snapped it in half. Bouncing back on her feet, Willow slammed her fist into the slayer's face in the same movement, sending the blonde staggering backwards, blood oozing from her nose. After a moment's pause, the two were back at it, fighting at the same intensity even if they were both now moving slightly slower. Willow once again weaved through the slayer's strikes, not getting hit but wary to return any blows now that her opponent was wielding her half of the pool cue as a stake. Deciding that she couldn't finish off the slayer in time, Willow's eyes darted for a possible exit between dodges, but as she moved to get away, a hand seized her throat with an iron vice. Willow lashed out with all her strength, but nothing was able to deter the slayer as she brought her stake up for the kill.
"Buffy, no!"
The slayer's grip lessened for just a moment. That'll work, Willow judged as she brought her leg up and slammed it into the girl's head, causing them both to drop to the floor in a heap. Looking around and seeing that her troops were dead and she was surrounded, Willow darted forward and snatched Xander out from the group, placing him in a choke hold as she placed him between her and the slayer. Even when he's alive my Xander still finds a way to save me, Willow thought darkly. Atleast he won't be alive much longer.
Suddenly there was a sharp sensation from behind, not exactly pain, but Willow still felt the blunt stake that penetrated her back and tapped her heart. Eyes wide, she saw the slayer and all her friends staring at her, her failure. She turned slightly to look back and she saw the older white hat staring back with a blank look as everything went black.
If anyone decides to review this (which I would love by the way) could they please give me a critique on the fighting scene? It's my first time writing one but a lot of my projects will include them so I thought this would be some good practice. I also really enjoyed writing out the scene from the show, so there may be more of that as well.
I don't own of this either,
IoftheOwl