Author: Angelic Gemma
Summary: Willow gets turned into a vamp and has a little too much fun. The Scooby Gang have to stop her, but can they do it?
Timeline: Set after The Gift. They never brought Buffy back so obviously this doesn't fit in with series 6.
Authors note: I've put this fic up before but now I've re-written it and put it up again.
Chapter 1
She sighed as she switched off the TV. Willow was bored, wide-awake, and there was nothing on TV, but then it was 1.30am.
She through her slipper at the clock as it turned from 1.30am to 1.31am. The slipper missed and bounced off the wall harmlessly onto the floor. The clock was going deliberately slow just to piss her off, she knew it. She sighed again as she retrieved the slipper and slipped it back onto her foot. Leaving the room she made her way to her bedroom. She had to face facts, she wasn't going to be able to get to sleep ever again. She hadn't had a proper nights sleep since Buffy's death. She changed from her teddy bear pyjamas into some clothes and grabbed a jacket.
As she was leaving the room she glanced in the mirror, her hair was a mess. She grabbed a comb and ran it through her red hair. She didn't know why. It wasn't as if she was going to bump it anyone she knew, but she just had a strange urge to make it look nice. Grabbing her keys and without giving it a second thought she left the house.
Willow listened to the echoing of her footsteps along the deserted street. Well, it wasn't exactly deserted. There would probably be some demon or vampire lurking about somewhere. But then this was Sunnydale, there was always something hiding in the shadows. Which was why it wasn't safe to go wondering round on a night on your own. So why was she doing it? The simple answer was she didn't know. Willow carried on wondering aimlessly. She had started to do this often after Buffy's death. Tara hadn't liked it, said it was too dangerous, but Tara wasn't around now either. She should have known, everyone left her eventually, Oz, Buffy, Tara. After Buffy's death Willow had told her she needed space. Why did I say that?!
"Why?!" She screamed into the night. It felt good. Tara had then packed and gone over night. She hadn't seen her since. A tear ran down her cheek. She didn't even see as much of Xander anymore, not since he had got engaged to Anya and she had moved in with him. In the past when she had felt like this she would talk to Buffy, now she had no one. No one, the words rang round her head, mocking her. Another tear ran down her cheek. "Don't cry darlin. It can't be all that bad," Willow spun around and saw a young man stepping out of the shadows. "and how would you know?" she replied, the anger in her voice obvious.The man just laughed and Willow stared into his baby blue eyes. They were extremely hypnotic, but they also revealed the mans true age. "Get away from me," she told him sternly. Producing the stake she always kept in her jacket.
The vampire looked impressed. "Very good. Most people wouldn't have known."
"Yeah well, I've had a lot of experience with vampires," she told him, an undertone of sadness in her voice.
"I can tell." The vampire moved closer and Willow raised her stake. A look crossed her face which said, any closer and you get this. He started to circle Willow.
"So much power for one still so young. It radiates from you…" He thought for a moment then said, "I was planning on just getting someone to eat, but there's something about you… you have a choice. I can either drink from you and you die, or I can give you a new life."
"What… do you mean?" Willow stammered.
"You already know."
She did know, and she didn't like it. Willow started to babble. "I hate blood, can't stand it. Really. I don't suppose there's some sort of secret option number 3, where I get to go home and you know, live?" She asked hopefully, suddenly thinking how stupid it was to go wondering round Sunnydale alone. Very stupid indeed.
The vampire laughed as Willow started to back off. Too quickly for Willow to see he had moved right next to her. When Willow realised what had happened she turned to him and tried to drive the stake into his heart. Unfortunately she missed and he grabbed it from her hand. He threw it into the middle of the road and pulled Willow into the shadows as his game face appeared. Willow could do nothing as the vampire sunk his fangs into her neck.
When the original pain of the fangs puncturing her skin subsided she felt no pain. Only a sense of calm. She didn't know how long he drank from her, but she could feel her heart beat getting slower. It didn't scare her. She could feel the blood leaving her body, her life force. Suddenly she felt the fangs withdraw. Her vision was blurry and she knew she was dying. She could make out the vampire. He was cutting his wrist with his nail, he offered it to her.
"It's your choice," he told her.
Willow was overcome with an incredible urge to live, she didn't want to die, she was too young. Like Buffy had been. She was terrified. She finally grabbed the bloody wrist and started to drink.
The vampire smiled to himself, he had a new companion. He was sure they were going to have a lot of fun.
"Wakey, wakey, Willow." said the male vampire.
Willow was lying in a large bed. The satin sheets made it very comfortable indeed. She stretched out and the satin felt great over her bear skin. Her change had been exhausting and she had fallen asleep straight after it. She hadn't woken up since, and now she was suddenly very hungry. She hadn't feed yet. She stirred and then opened her eyes and sat up. She looked around. She was in a large room, which looked very old fashioned. Willow sat for a moment and just listened. It was incredible; she could hear every little sound. She finally noticed the other vampire sat by the window.
"I'm Edward, and welcome to my world." the vampire told her with a smile.
The young vampire in the bed was beautiful, but it wasn't just that. There was something special about her, it was why he had decided to turn her. Before she had begun to turn he had looked through her jacket and learned her name was Willow. It was a beautiful name, like her.
She walked over to him and kissed him on the cheek, and ran her fingers through his blonde hair. "I'm hungry." Willow pouted.
Edward laughed. "I knew you would be. That's why I got you a present."
"A present. How will I ever re pay you, Sire?" Willow said seductively as she slipped her hand around his waist.
Edward laughed again and then kissed her passionately. He then left the room. He was soon back, carrying a young woman around Willow's age. The woman legs and hands were tied.
Willow examined the woman. She was very attractive and was a wonderful gift for her first meal. "She looks delicious," Willow told him.
"I hoped you'd like her."
Willow vamped out and the woman began to cry. She walked toward the woman like an animal stalking its pray.
"I can smell the fear," Willow said, to no one in particular. She rolled her head around. "I like it." Willow brushed the woman's jet-black hair to one side. She sank her fangs into the woman's neck and the woman cried out. Willow felt the blood being pumped round her body. She didn't want it to stop, and she didn't stop. Not until there wasn't a single drop of blood left in the young woman's body. Willow withdrew her fangs and changed back to her human face. She licked her lips and dropped the corpse. The woman had tasted delicious. She wanted more.
"Now it's time for some real fun," she announced. Then she looked at her clothes folded up by the side of the bed. "And for shopping," she added in disgust.