A/N: PLEASE READ THIS HERE- I'm working on a series of connected stories. This was actually the first one, they rewrite certain events of certain episodes but come out with a mostly similar result. If you've read Anywhere But Here, or Unused, I'm sure you've seen things about Vampire Willow that she never said or did... well here they are. :)

Chapter One

Hiss. Sizzle. Spark. Fire? Daylight? What? She dropped to a shaded patch on the floor rolling to put out the flames, then crawled under the bed for safety. Painted red lips curled into a pout, "I hate the sun." she whined to herself.

It didn't take long for her to figure out where she was, since there were only two places she could be: her world, where anyone accidentally caught out past sundown was a tasty snack, or the other world... the light fluffy one with a slayer ruining the fun.

She confirmed it was definitely the latter when the door swung open and she saw a pair of stylish yet affordable boots attached presumably to legs, attached presumably to a person, who could have been a snack if she didn't recognize the sound of the slayer's voice calling out. "Willow? You here?"

The boots paced around the room over to the bed under which she hid, paused, messed with something on the bed, then walked over to the other bed in the room with and sitting down with a sigh, "Guess not."

Page tearing, scribble scribble, footsteps, door opens... door closes.

She scrambled out into part of the room that was shaded and went about closing the curtains. "Much better." She brushed the under-the-bed dust bunnies from her leather pants. She looked at what was on the bed, a diary and a spell book. She picked up the diary and ran her fingers over the cover, reading the pen marks: Cursed are those who read these words... oh... how cute.

Well it was easy to assume that it technically belonged to her, at least the her in this world. One page had a paper clip attached to it. She flipped to the page. The clip held a picture of a shy looking cutie with bleached hair, roots showing just a bit, soft lips: In other words the perfect girl. A tongue snaked out and moistened the painted lips.

The pages around the picture detailed a transition in feelings, from wonder to confusion to desire to shyness, all circling around this babe, Tara her name was listed.

"I think she likes me... I hope she likes me... I want her to like me the way I like her... I wish I could tell her but I know if I try to say it, it will come out sounding like verbal diarrhea, just like everything I try to say. I have to tell her tonight when she comes over... I will make it happen."

A light smirk rested on the lips, everything is vibrantly clear all of a sudden. A quick glance at the clock proved that the sun would set soon. She walked over to the other bed and picked up the note the slayer had left.

"Wil, spending the night with Riley, see you tomorrow in class. – Buffy"

Even more perfect.

She walked over to the dresser and pulled out a pair of jeans and light, flowing, pinky, fluffy t-shirt... perfect disguise. She rolled up her leather clothes and hid them in a ball under the bed. She grabbed the two books off the bed and shoved them into a corner of the room amongst schoolbooks.

She was grateful that there was no way to see her reflection. Pink was not her color. She looked good in the black of night and the red of blood, and if she played her cards right tonight, that is what she would get.

There was a knock on the door, and she looked up, "Door's open," she cooed out, and the door slowly creaked open and Tara's face poked into the room. "H-hi, Willow."

She flashed a smile at Tara. "Hey, come on in."

Tara watched the other girl's eyelids lower slightly, the light in the room was already dim and with a few candles lit behind her, Tara's eyes saw a halo of goddess-like-ness around her... great she had been spending so much time with Willow that her thinking was following Willow's speech patterns; an inward giggle of happiness bubbled in her chest.

"You said you wanted to work on a spell," Tara said stepping into the room and closing the door firmly behind her.

"I've got a really special spell in mind," she cooed, her voice liquid honey, dripping slowly, sticky, delicious. She clasped both of her hands around one of Tara's and pulled her over to the bed, making sure the door was locked.

Tara sat with a bright blush caressing her cheeks when she crawled onto the bed on all fours, feline, even her eyes seemed to flicker in the light the way a cat's would.

"Wh-what kind of spell?" Tara stuttered feeling Willow's hot breath on her shoulder... her neck... her chest. She fought to keep her eyes open, when she wanted to just surrender to that warmth, but did Willow feel for her the way she felt for...

"You'll see," she cooed.

+

"Ow..." The world was one black and orange smear before Willow's eyes. She sat up and rubbed her head where it hit the floor. It was the floor right? She had fallen off the bed mid-spell, right? She took both hands to her eyes rubbing until the vision cleared.

She stumbled to her feet swaying slightly. This was all just one of those dreams. She stood in the middle of an abandoned street. To her left there was a park; a swing was broken, seat hanging by one chain... slide was rusting and wearing away, monkey bars were missing both the monkeys and the bars. To her right was an empty field. The sun was setting around her. Rush hour, there should be cars...where were the cars? Oh right this was a dream, no cars... a manifestation of her fear of opening up and admitting her crush...the uh...empty loneliness creating an empty landscape in her subconscious. However, if this was a dream why did her head hurt so much?

A van came roaring around the corner, wheels screeching. Willow was a deer in the headlights, her legs felt brick-y jell-o... too stiff too move but not stiff enough to support her weight; but the choice to move was made for her when the van pulled up beside her and four arms poured out and pulled her inside before zooming off.

Willow let out a shriek, but no one seemed to notice, three people were crouched over some monitor on the dashboard as one of them stepped hard on the gas pedal. Blood pounded in her ears blocking out the voices conversing.

"Toto," she thought, "I don't think we're in Sunnydale anymore."

She stumbled to her feet swaying slightly when the van took another hard turn and she flew off her feet into the wall of the van, hitting her head, and once again passing out.

+

The first sense that came back was smell: musty, dusty, familiar. The smell of books. A library, but not the college library no, this was... this couldn't be... Willow's eyes blinked open. "Wh... what?"

"Giles! She's awake!" A voice beside her called out. A voice she knew, she sat abruptly and spun to face the speaker.

"Oz?" She managed to get out.

The dirty blonde boy raised an eyebrow, "That's my name."

"But...but... you..."

"You got quite a knock on the noggin, twice. I think that's a new record."

Clad in the greenish gray sweatshirt , the one that always looked so fuzzy, Giles walked over to the table in the middle of the library wiping off his glasses. "Good,"

"Giles!" Willow leapt up from the table, then fell back still dizzy.

"I told you, you got a nice goose egg, so just relax, the vampires can't get you here," Oz explained.

"But how is this here? The school got blown up last year." Willow protested, "And... why is everyone wearing dark colors and...where's Buffy?"

Some of the other people who had followed Giles into the room raised eyebrows,

"Just a little confusion brought on by the head injuries..." Giles muttered, "What were you doing out there past curfew?"

"Curfew? I don't have a curfew." Willow said, now a college student she lived by her own rules... her own... "in bed by 11 unless patrolling with Buffy" rules.

"The town curfew," Oz said, "I know you had your brain rattled around in there, but you should know anyways that the vampires swarm as soon as the sun sets."

Willow shook her head, "No. no. no. None of this is real. Giles... the school...the library is supposed to be gone... Oz you... you left me...we were dating and you left me and I... I found someone else and... and..."

"She got hit harder than we thought... nice driving" one of the others said to another.

"D-don't you go to this school?" Giles asked raising an eyebrow with a scrutinizing glance at Willow.

"I graduated last year right at the explode-y thing I told you about. This is not the real world Giles and it's me! Willow Rosenberg? Remember?"

"Willow Rosenberg... you're not Willow Rosenberg," Oz said.

"Yes I am!"

"Willow Rosenberg got vamped two years ago."

"The school has been keeping records since it happens so often." Giles explained.

"Wait... a vampire... a... oh my god." Willow felt her knees about to give out, she grabbed onto the table to stay standing. "This is her world..."

"Her world? What do you mean?" Giles asked.

"Okay... um... last year there was this little incident where I helped someone with a spell to... retrieve something she lost which turned out to be some kinda amulet she was gonna use for bad things...and we accidentally brought a vampire me to my world... and it wasn't pretty but we sent her back here... and... now... I'm here..."

"Intriguing."

"Do you want us to give her a sedative?" One of the guys offered,

"No..." Giles looked from the man to Willow, "No, go on Willow,"

"The...that's it...that's all I remember."

"You said a spell caused her to enter your world last time...were you working on a spell this time?" Oz said.

Willow sat down in a chair, "Well yes..."

"What kind of spell was it?"

"A... it was... um... a spell to... summon the courage to... tell someone...something."

"It must have been a great deal of courage you needed to require a spell,"

"Well... you've met this vampire... your other self...," Giles rubbed his temples in frustration, "near as I can tell.. you and the vampire... you are one and the same, the same entity in different universes... in theory there are infinite universes based on our different actions and decisions..." Giles sat at the table. "Say this morning you had the option to have toast... or cereal... and you chose toast...there is another universe where you chose the cereal. So in the indefinite number of worlds there is an indefinite number of yous... so the spell must have taken whichever you was strongest and switched places with it."

"And the strongest me is...vampire me?"

"Makes sense," Oz looked pensive, "She's already dead, she doesn't have a soul... she's got little to fear except Mister Golden Sun."

"But... but that means she's back in my world." She shot out of her seat, "She could be with Tara... she could be... touching her... or she could kill her! She's gonna eat her... oh god... no I have to get back!"

"Tara?" Giles asked

"The... the uh... person I uh... needed to... tell something,"

"Ah a confession of love, the hardest three words ever... except maybe "Your puppy died"...that one is hard too," Oz said.

"How are you so certain she will have her hands on Tara?" Giles asked.

"Well if she IS me, she probably thinks like me...and finds... the same people attractive...and I'm gonna throw up..."

Oz got up and got her a bucket. "Yak in here if you so desire."

"Well now that we know what happened we can fix it. We just need to find the right spell to undo it," Giles headed for the bookshelf when the library doors swung out.

"Where is she?" a voice snarled in the darkness.

Willow spun recognizing the voice, "Xander?"..."Not Xander..."