Disclaimer- Buffy and her Merry Band of Scoobies belong to Joss. I'm just messing with 'em.
AN- This is an AU where Willow was Turned shortly before Buffy arrived in Sunnydale in Season 1 and although she's now a vampire, Willow does not run around in leather since she discovered it tends to chafe.
This story will feature Vampire Willow's POV.
FAR FROM DAYLIGHT by Haxan
Prologue
Y'know, it isn't easy being a vampire. Oh sure, we've got the super duper strength and like, a really neat immortality 'top of the food chain' thing going, but we've also got this crummy deal concerning a pesky blonde with a pointy stick fetish who seems hell-bent on spoiling our good clean bitey fun. Turned out she was called a 'Slayer' and she was a supernatural warrior chosen by some cosmic lottery to defend the poor innocent ickle humans from us mean ol' monsters.
Think Xena, but tiny and perky.
And if that wasn't bad enough, even though she could have popped up anywhere in the world, like oh, I dunno... Guatemala? This one decided to park her bony Chosen butt smack dab right in my own hometown. Which at the time made me feel like I was sharing my bed with a mantrap or keeping flesh eating piranha in my bathtub or something else equally upsetting and metaphor-y. Anyway, the bottom line was when Buffy Summers breezed into town, Sunnydale had suddenly gotten seriously dangerous for our undead health.
Luckily for me though, Ira and Sheila raised their little Willow Rosenberg to really enjoy a challenge. Of course they were probably thinking more along the lines of the usual loser crap like solving tricky mathematical theory and acing pop quizzes and not how many different ways I could rip out someone's throat and get away with it. But hey, blood-sucking fiend now and thanks to that great big honkin' geek infested brain of mine, I've managed to keep my undead tushy nice and dust free for at least three whole years. And all completely under the Slayer's nose. If they hadn't already skipped town after my funeral, I'm sure Ira and Sheila would've been so proud. I always was their cute lil obsessive over-achiever.
Too bad the same can't be said for my fellow snaggled-toothed brethren who I'm convinced must have some deep seated death wish or something. I mean how else do you explain their almost suicidal need to attack the Slayer whenever she catches them on her patrol? Instead of dropping their munchies and running for their pathetic unlives, they go with the 'grr' and get all confrontation-y. Actually, maybe they're just monumentally stupid.
My Sire was the same.
He was all "The Slayer will DIE!" and "I will DESTROY her!" and not forgetting the ever popular "Her SCREAMS will serenade your grand awakening, my Master!"
Yeah right. Fat lot of good he was against Ms Stake-a-Lot.
The big jerk.
Gotta say, there's no love lost between us. It was thanks to him and his itchy fangs that I went from doormat homework gal to oh goody, doormat minion gal. It's also why I eventually betrayed him and gave the Slayer a juicy tip off about the Harvest. When the White Hats came charging in to save the day, I made sure I was there all nice and snug in the shadows enjoying the moment. Heck, I even recorded it on one of those handy dandy camcorders. Watching Luke go poof still gives me a happy.
In a sense, even though I sometimes just wanna rip out her spleen and wear it like a party hat, I guess I've kinda gotta give Buffy some kudos for that.
Y'see, as I've already mentioned before, being a vampire in Sunnydale? Not so easy. But being a vampire stuck with a lumpy-brow whack job Sire and his crusty bat faced Master of the freakin' underworld? Yeah, THAT sucked. Especially when they started playing another round of 'eviscerate the minions'. There was a lot of fun traumatic stress disorders had by all when those guys got cranky, let me tell you!
Thankfully, Buffy screwing up the Harvest and staking Luke spared me from a fate worse than death.
The Slayer actually saved me.
Heh.
Ya gotta love that irony.
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To be continued...
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