AN//: I never write Buffy fic. This pairing never even occurred to me until I was dared to write it. If you're going to suggest an other pairing let's all keep in mind that I don't watch Angel. Not yet anyway…I have no money for the DVDs…

It had already been too much. Appearing here in this world with its hideous disregard for her almighty presence, discovering her self of this new horrible reality and getting shot, and waking up in something pink and fuzzy. Now this Cordelia who, it would appear, she had not yet killed in this reality, was taking her sweet time opening up the cage.

She clawed her fingers through the cage and glared at the girl, bored with starvation. Still, Cordelia's dress was all shimmery…

Cordelia reached for the lock. Willow thought she could scream when she paused. But she was too bored. "Wait," Cordelia said. "It occurs to me that we've never really had the opportunity to talk. You know, woman to woman... with you locked up."

While her face maintained its bland expression, Willow had to admire the purity of Cordelia's statement. But she was growing impatient.

"Don't wanna talk…hungry," she said. She realized she could try to act a little more convincingly, but decided if the Cordelia of her reality was anything like the Cordelia standing before her on the other side of the cage, convincing wasn't going to be worth her effort.

"What could we talk about? Oh! Hey! How about the ethics of boyfriend stealing?" Cordelia announced to Willow's disappointment. So while Cordelia pulled up a chair, Willow clung to the cage door, entertaining earlier dominatric thoughts and keeping her eyes on the girl's shimmery dress.

Willow was vaguely aware that Cordelia was venting about Xander and how the Willow of this reality had stolen him from her. When she left to get coffee Willow wondered how on earth miss pink fuzzy could have ever attracted the likes of Xander Harris. The Xander she knew had never shown any interest in her until they both died. At least she didn't have to wonder how the Xander of this reality had ended up with this Cordelia. She could consider herself an expert on the subject now.

Cordelia returned with her coffee, sat down, and off she went again. Willow could tell she was trying to tell her story as casually as possible. Her denial was so obvious she could smell it…Amongst other smells.

It was starting to intoxicate her. Her desperation for blood had elevated to a desperation for something far more. Willow's head spun as Cordelia casually uncrossed her legs and crossed them the other way. She remembered killing her. She had been desperate for blood then, too. And she'd had to share her with Xander. She hadn't even had time to properly terrorize and torture her. And now here she was again. All alive. Some higher being had seen fit to award her a second chance. So she couldn't very well waste it just because she had something planned back at the Bronze. Massacre be dammed.

"And, okay, it isn't even like I was that attracted to Xander. It was more just that we kept being put in these life or death situations, and that's always all sexy and stuff," Cordelia appealed. Willow inwardly agreed. Sure, holding Cordelia's life in her hands would be very…sexy and stuff.

"I mean, I more or less knew he was a loser," She got up and set down the mug. Then a fierce frown appeared on her face. "But that doesn't make it okay for you to come around and...What?" Cordelia demanded. Willow had been starring. "Do I have something on my neck?"

"Not yet," said Willow wearily.

Cordelia looked suddenly worried. "Am I getting a zit?" she asked, checking her skin. Willow eyed her neck.

"Cordelia, I'm very sorry. I realize I was wrong. I'll never steal your boyfriend again," she said, playing along.

"Like you could! I should just leave you in there, but I'm a great humanitarian," Cordelia said, getting the keys again. She unlocked the door as she said, "And you will just have to think of a way to pay me back sometime."

Willow pushed open the door, her mind now racing with the thrill of the approaching hunt. She allowed the demon in her to take control and showed her true face. "How about dinner?"

Cordelia screamed. Willow watched her dash for the door. The Vampire strode quickly after her, and was in time to see her running awkwardly down the hall, still screaming. Willow gave chase, following her to one of the classrooms. Cordelia backed away, keeping Willow in her sight, throwing desks in her path.

"I didn't mean all that stuff I said before. I want you to have Xander. My blessings on you both!" she tried desperately. Willow threw the desks aside easily, ever approaching. The fear in the girl was enticing. She hadn't enjoyed a hunt like this in years.

"I'm so over him," Willow told her. "I need fresh blood." She had to admit, Cordelia was gorgeous when she was terrified. She turned, then, and ran off. Willow smirked.

Cordelia ran, finding herself in the bathroom, her heart falling when she realized she had just trapped herself. She turned and let out a whimper of defeat as Willow strolled in casually behind her. Willow could nearly taste the fear in the girl cowering in front of the stalls before her. "No more hiding," she said, earning another whimper from Cordelia.

It was then she was rudely interrupted by a bumbling british man wielding a cross. He thrust it at her face. "Back! Creature of the Night!" he commanded. Willow turned her heal in amusement. Maybe she could feed on him, and then she might be able to play longer with Cordelia.

"Don't wanna," she said.

The man reached nervously into his coat and pulled out a small bottle. Willow knew it must be filled with holy water. He held it up threateningly. Willow sighed. Holy water had never scared her before. Making to turn away she dropped down and leg swept the man off his feet. He fell hard, the bottle of holy water smashing on the ground behind him and the cross cluttering to the floor. Willow stood and kicked it out of the way under the sinks and got down on top of the man, pinning him to the ground.

Cordelia had been screaming for the duration of this attack, backing far against the wall by the corner stall, clawing at it with her hands as if she could pull it out in front of her like some protective covering. The man, who ever he was, was in a right panic now. Willow smirked down at him, letting nails trace the features of his face. She removed his glasses and bit down playfully on one of the arms.

The man struggled, "Cordelia! Get…out of here! Now! Run!"

How noble, Willow thought. Cordelia made to try and leave, but Willow shot a look at her that sent her falling back against the wall with a cry of fright. Tears were running down her face now. God, how cute…

Willow looked down at the man struggling beneath her. "No, I think she should stay. I have plans for her,"

A long sob of defeat came from the corner of the room. It made Willow's senses swim. She closed her eyes, smiling to herself. "You, however…you get to be the entrée," she said, looking back down at him. With a growl she dove down at his neck, biting hard, sinking her teeth into his throbbing vein.

"Nooo!" Cordelia screamed, collapsing to the floor, crying. Willow drank hungrily. The man's struggles ceased almost immediately she drank so savagely. When she could no longer coax another drop of blood from the corpse she sat up, licking her lips, running her tongue over her fangs. She looked over at Cordelia who was suddenly very aware how next-on-the-menu she was.

Willow got up. Cordelia looked up at her, backing into the wall, pushing with her feet and hands fruitlessly. "Please…" Cordelia begged, breathlessly, exhausted from screaming and crying. Willow wondered if her doe brown eyes could get any bigger. She walked forward purposely.

"I'm sorry I was so mean to you all the time…I'm sorry I…" Cordelia was rambling.

Willow held up a finger to her lips. "Shhhh…"

Cordelia's mouth opened in a kind of mortified bewilderment as Willow stepped over to her, closer and closer until she was looming over her. She bent down, reaching out a hand. Cordelia banged her head back against the wall in the futile attempt to avoid her hand. She felt it slip over her cheek and a cry escaped her quivering lips.

"Here now…" Willow said in a voice dripping with lust. Cordelia closed her eyes, shaking with fear, her body tense anticipating the inevitability of her death. She begged silently, prayed even, for Buffy to come crashing into the room and save her. And this time she really would be eternally grateful. Honest.

"Hmmm," Willow let her hand slid behind Cordelia's head and she grabbed a fist full of her hair fiercely. Cordelia yelped. "I think we can find some place better…" said Willow. Taking a moment to admire the fear she had evoked in Cordelia thus far, she then hoisted her up onto her feet by her hair.

"Aaahn!" Cordelia cried out and winced, her face an expression of pain. Willow looked up at her, suddenly aware of how tall the brunette was. And so fucking hot.

Wordlessly she steered Cordelia around and pushed her back towards the door, forcing her to step over the dead british man. Of course, she had no idea where she would go. She just knew that the other Willow would come back for her, and bring friends, so if she had to go out for a little aimless wandering then that's what she would do.

Unless…

"Do you have…a car?" Willow asked Cordelia as she led her down the hall, still holding firmly to her hair. Cordelia walked rather tensely but managed to reply. "Uhhh…I…yes. Did you want me to drop you off somewhere?" she asked hopefully.

"Mmm…Take me…" Willow said thoughtfully. "Take me…take me back to your place," she smirked eagerly. Cordelia gave a sort of squeak and Willow felt her become heavier. Cordelia felt weak at the knees an her head was spinning wildly out of control. She was beginning to lose her focus. What did Willow want with her? It sounded…

"Do I need to carry you to the car?" Willow asked, a little surprised, giving the girl a hearty lift by the hair again to snap her out of it. Cordelia winced in response but regained her strength. "N-No, I'm s-sorry," she stammered.

"You'll have to tell me where it is," Willow let her know, her voice childish.

"R-right…uhh…out that way," Cordelia pointed off to the side, unable to turn her head.

"And if you lead me into a trap…well…" Willow warned.

As if anticipating that she was going to do something painful to her, Cordelia burst out, "No!" and laughed nervously, "No, I…How could I? I don't even know where the Slayer is!"

Willow suddenly remembered the time she had met Cordelia in her own world. She had gone on and on about how she knew the Slayer. So there was a Slayer in this world too.

"You know the Slayer?" Willow asked, as she turned Cordelia down in the direction she had pointed before.

"Uhhh…why? Will you let me go if I bring you to her?" Cordelia asked, hope in her voice once more.

"No…Is she a friend of yours? Is she here in town?" Willow questioned, making Cordelia walk faster.

"Umm…well…sort of. And she's here in town…somewhere," Cordelia replied, having a thought that if she could keep the Vampire Willow talking then maybe she wouldn't kill her so much.

"We could go out a-and look for her!" she said.

"No we won't," Willow said.

"No we won't," Cordelia obeyed. "Uhhh…so…My car's out here," she said.

They stepped out into the night and headed towards the parking lot. Cordelia's car was the only one left. Willow charged her towards it. Cordelia let out a pitiful sort of whimper as she stood by the car door.

"What is it?" Willow asked, reeling in the effects of the girl's little sound of fear.

"It's…my….car k-keys….Th-they're back in the…" Cordelia stammered pathetically.

Willow rolled her eyes. She grabbed the car door handle and pulled. It came open. "Uhhh but h-how…" Cordelia began. But Willow was already pushing her down inside the car. Cordelia sat down obediently, resting her head back against the headrest, closing her eyes, wondering how all this had happened. Willow was kneeling beside her, still outside the car.

She let her hand trail down Cordelia's arm onto her thigh. She gave her a gentle squeeze, pleased at both the firmness of her flesh, and the reaction she got. "Don't try anything now…" Willow warned, leaning forward and reaching under the wheel. Cordelia held her breath, closing her eyes tightly. She was officially freaked out. She heard the car start and her heart gave an almighty jump.

Willow leaned up again, taking a moment to caress one of Cordelia's shins. Her skin was like silk. She smelt so nice…

Cordelia gasped again but she didn't dare say a word. Willow dared to stroke her fingers further up her leg, over her knee, lifting up her shimmery dress…Instead she smirked up at her and stood. Tears still stained her face, her eyes closed tightly in fright. Willow almost took pity on her. She touched her cheek with her hand again and Cordelia whimpered, not daring to open her eyes.

Willow rubbed her cheekbone with her thumb, gently, wiping her tears. She remembered her own death. She had cried like that. But they had not been so gentle with her. It had been rough and it had been quick and in her opinion quite lacking in artistry. "Shhh…Come on now…you need to drive for me," Willow urged tenderly. She stroked her hair now, around her face, under her jaw. Cordelia only opened her eyes when she was sure she was not being touched anymore.

She exhaled shakily and took hold of the wheel. Willow smiled. "That's it," she said encouragingly, her voice still slow. "I think I'll sit back here," said Willow, opening the back door behind Cordelia and getting in. She closed the door and told Cordelia to do the same. She held Cordelia's seat, leaning forward. She reached around and found her cheek again, stroking it with the backs of her fingers. She could feel fresh tears.

Cordelia put the car in reverse with a sniff and backed out of the parking spot. Then she adjusted the gear again and drove off. "That's a good girl…" Willow said. "You're doing…so well…" Willow smiled, allowing Cordelia's tears to fall onto her fingers. She withdrew her hand finally and lifted them to her mouth. She wrapped her lips around her fingers, tasting the sweet salt of the tears. Savoring the taste, she moaned and leaned back in her seat.