Through the Eyes of a Visitor

Author: Lucinda
rating: pg 13 - some adult situations
Pairing: QPC 124 Willow/David (Lost Boys)
third in Through the Eyes
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Disclaimer: I do not own anyone from Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Lost Boys.
distribution: WLS, NHA, Twisting the Hellmouth, Quickie Challenge, Bite Me please?
note: season 3, post Lovers Walk, slightly AU-ish.


David had been thinking a lot recently. Ever since Willow had come back to Santa Carla, ever since he'd discovered just how much that cute little red haired girl had grown up.

She had known what he was, known him for a vampire. But it hadn't mattered to her, and they'd spent the weekend simply having fun. She'd been delightful company, and he found himself missing her.

He wanted her to be here, with him. Smiling at him with her eyes full of mystery and joy. Not off in Sunnydale trying to fix damaged friendships. Not off trying to 'earn forgiveness' from some selfish teenager.

But she'd gone back, insisting that she had to try to fix things. It probably was something that she had to do, to try and sooth things. If she didn't, wouldn't she spend the rest of her life wondering? Tormenting herself with 'what if's and 'if only's. So, she did need to go back.

He frowned, throwing a rock into the ocean as his mind tried to run away with images of Willow with someone else. He was jealous. He didn't want her with someone else, he wanted her for himself. Maybe... maybe he could go to this Sunnydale and check up on her, make sure that everything was okay...

Yes, that would be perfect. He could go to Sunnydale and check on Willow. It hadn't sounded like a safe place, why shouldn't he worry a little bit about her? It was no trouble to find a couple maps, both of the general area, and a California state map so that he could find his way there. It was far enough that he decided it would be best to take the motorcycle - flying long distances had the awkward combination of leaving him nauseous and hungry.

Sunnydale was a rather uneventful drive, although he had the chance to open up the bike's engine and push for just as much speed as he could. He gave a near feral grin for the one unparalleled advantage to his vampirism - the roads were uncontested at one in the morning. There was a small part of him that wished he had somebody to share that small joy with.

He parked his bike inside an abandoned warehouse. There was something different about Sunnydale, something he could feel. The feeling almost reminded him of humidity, like something smothering him in the air, dark and choking and unwholesome. It set his nerves on edge, and had him feeling irritable and uneasy. And hungry, there was something about that presence that seemed to amplify his hunger. It made sense now why Willow blamed the Hellmouth for the vampires here being less controlled.

David pulled out the map and decided to do a quick fly over to orient himself, to figure out where things were. Maybe he could grab a quick bite while he was out... Shaking his head a bit, he took to the air, map in one hand, determined to figure where things were in this town.

There were so many cemeteries... and a lot of churches. It didn't seem right to have so many of either one here. Maybe the mortals felt the wrongness in the air as well, and sought comfort from God. There were also a lot of empty warehouses and abandoned factories, suggesting that the town was in decline, and allowing plentiful places for a vampire to hide during the day.

After a while, he landed, figuring that he had enough of an idea where things were to try walking around. He tucked his hands into the pockets of his jacket, looking around as he walked. The town wasn't very impressive. As he walked, he heard the faint sound of footsteps behind him. Somebody was following him, and trying to be subtle about it. The very idea made him growl faintly, anger making his eyes flicker yellow.

He paused a moment, trying to remember if the building he'd decided to stay in was to the right or to the left. There was a quick flurry of footsteps, and a small object hit the side of his jacket. He twisted, pushing his movements as fast as he could to brush away the object, feeling his hand go numb from the electric current. Pain added to the hunger and the frustration of trying to find his way around. Snarling, he lunged forward, grabbing the man in the camouflage clothing, someone who reminded him strongly of those horrible boys that had helped slaughter his family. He sank his teeth into the man's throat, drinking deeply, the rich blood soothing everything inside.

His hunger ebbed, finally fading away into a warm blissful feeling. He withdrew his fangs, realizing to his shock that the man was dead. He dropped the body to the ground, backing up slowly. He'd drained the man completely, something he hadn't had to do for years. He definitely didn't want to be staying in this place very long. No wonder Willow hadn't been too happy with the Sunnydale vampires. Shaken, he made his way quickly back to the warehouse, feeling troubled by the soldier and his blood-thirst.

The next evening, David was almost afraid to see Willow, considering the way his hunger had escaped him last night. But he wanted, needed to know how she was doing, if she was alright. Carefully, he took to the air, trying to figure out where she would be. Hadn't she mentioned knowing the Slayer? She'd said that she'd been helping the Slayer, going with her on patrols. So, maybe if he checked the cemeteries and warehouses, he would find her? From the air, so that he wouldn't run into any more men in camouflage. He shuddered again, appalled by his loss of control.

Looking down, he saw a flash of red and one of yellow. A pair of females, one talking about some guy named Scott and the unfairness of some situation involving someone named Angel. There was also a dark haired male, someone who was watching the blond with adoring eyes. Willow was trailing along, her shoulders slumped, posture speaking of misery. The people walking with her didn't seem to notice, didn't even seem to be paying much attention to her.

There was a large, resonant bellow, and a pair of tall, gangly things covered in sickly greenish grey fur leapt out from a building, attacking the walking people. One leapt towards the blonde, and she and the boy began to fight it, showing definite skill and practice at working together. The second beast, slightly smaller and a bit less bulky attacked Willow. He dropped to a rooftop, ready to join in to defend her, but she twisted and dodged with amazing effectiveness. She gasped a handful of words that sounded like Latin, and the thing went still. She picked up a sharp bit of metal, swinging it upwards, slicing deep into the creature's torso. It toppled to the ground, and she swung again, this time severing it's head.

She stood there, gasping for breath and trembling, and looked over to her companions. The blond had just stabbed the other creature with a sharp thing in her hand, a wooden stake. The blond dusted herself off, looking at the boy, one hand touching his arm, which was bleeding. The blond only glanced at Willow, not even bothering to ask if she was hurt.

Willow almost seemed to withdraw into herself, and as they continued, she was lagging a bit further behind, her arms wrapped around herself forlornly. The scent of blood from the boy wafted up, tempting and rich. He growled a bit, uncertain if it was from the sudden resurgence of hunger that the scent of blood had caused or from his anger at the way her 'friends' were neglecting Willow. He followed, wanting to make certain that she stayed safe, no longer having any confidence that the Slayer would do so. Willow was not appreciated here.

He felt sorrow as he watched them on their patrol. Willow was trying so hard to help them, but the blond was barely listening to her. The boy seemed determined to ignore her, bringing him to the conclusion that he must be Xander. It definitely didn't look like Willow had 'put things right' with her friends. He couldn't help but feel glad. If they didn't want her, he most certainly did.

Willow continued until she reached a small park. She sank onto a bench, staring after Buffy and Xander as they left. The pair didn't even seem to notice that she wasn't still following them. For the first time, David had an understanding of the urge to make a name for yourself by killing the Slayer. He could tell that his teeth were sharp fangs and a low growl emerged as he watched the pair walk away from his Willow.

"I sound like an angry cat... Better get a grip on myself before I start chasing moths and coughing up hairballs." The longer he stayed the more unhappy he was with the effects of the Hellmouth.

He dropped down from the sky, landing beside Willow with almost no sound. She was sitting on the bench with her knees pulled up, arms wrapped around them, effectively curling into a small shape. He sat on the bench beside her, resting one hand on her back. "Things aren't going very well here?"

She looked up at him, her eyes bright with unshed tears. "They won't... I can't fix this by myself. It's not the same, nobody's willing to talk to me anymore."

He pulled her close, almost onto his lap, and wrapped his arms around her, bending down to inhale the scent of her hair. "I thought the whole mess from that Spike character only involved, you, Xander, Cordelia and Fozz? Why wouldn't anyone else be talking to you?"

There was a small noise, almost a laugh. "Oz, not fozz. The only other person that ever talked to me... well, there was Buffy, but she's caught up in can't be with Angel. There was Amy, but she turned herself into a rat. Jesse used to be there for me... but he's dead now. That's my life."

"You forgot someone. I'm here for you. Anytime you want someone... although if it's daytime you'll have to come to me. I'm here for you, sweet Willow." He held her close, smiling as she unfolded a bit, sliding her arms under his jacket and around his chest.

"That sounds nice. Having someone, I mean." She looked at him, a trembling smile on her face, although there wasn't the faintest scent of fear. "Your eyes are all golden... and you've got sharp teeth."

He grinned at her, amusement bubbling inside of him. "All the better to eat you with, my dear."

Willow's eyes darkened, and a single tear fell down her cheek. "Please... no big bad wolf references. They just make me think of Oz... and it's my fault, Cordy got impaled, and Oz hates me now... I broke the friendship I had with Xander."

Pulling her into a hug, he held her close, his words a faint whisper in her ear. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring up any pain. But it couldn't have been just you."

She sighed, her breath warm against his throat. "Why all grrr? I mean, you didn't have the yellow eyes in Santa Carla, although they look good on you."

For a moment, he couldn't quite form words, simply savoring the feeling of her body next to his, her warmth seeping into him, her breath caressing his throat. "The eyes... I think it's the Hellmouth. It's set me on edge. I don't want to scare you..."

She was looking at him, her eyes curious, and maybe a hint of desire? Willow shifted a bit, one finger tracing over his lips, touching his teeth when his lips parted. She tasted like apples and rain, with a hint of salt. He flicked his tongue out, tasting her finger, and she gasped slightly, surprise causing her hand to twitch, the top of her knuckle catching on one sharp fang. His fang sliced through her skin effortlessly, releasing a thin line of blood, a single droplet falling on his lip.

With a low groan, he licked the droplet up, savoring the taste of her, so much more potent than her scent. One hand reached up, catching her hand, holding it still as he lapped at the thin line of blood on her knuckle. "My God, Willow, you taste... wonderful."

She was breathing faster, but not from fear. "oh my... David? Would it... does it have to hurt? I mean, you didn't, you aren't hurting me, but... if you bit me, really bit me instead of me sort of scratching myself on your tooth, would it hurt?"

He drew a breath at the images her words provoked. Willow's body pressed against his, surrendering herself to him, allowing him to taste her, touch her, claim her as his. Willow's own lips moving over his throat while her hands... Images of Willow with fangs, her eyes wild with passion and pleasure... When he managed to speak, his voice was husky. "It wouldn't have to hurt at all. It could be... very nice. But if I bit you... I'd probably want to make you half. Did you... I wouldn't let you go if I did that to you."

"You wouldn't let me go? Would that be some sort of sire-childe bond, or more like a possessive lover type thing? If I was yours, would you be mine?" She was looking into his eyes, as if seeking truth. one arm was wrapped around him, clinging to him as if for balance, and somehow, her body had shifted so she was facing him, one leg to either side. The position had her pressed up against him in near mimicry of more passionate actions.

"I'd never let you go. As for what sort of bond... maybe a bit of both? Unless I'm not the sort of guy that you'd want as a boyfriend... lover... eternal companion."

She looked as if she had been lost in thought. "I think... I'd like to have someone who wouldn't go away, wouldn't leave me alone. But... we're..." Willow was turning a most temptingly delicious pink. "We're in the middle of the park! Something umm... I have the feeling that this should maybe be done in private?"

A smile slowly spread across his face. "Yeah, private sounds good. Did you have somewhere? I spent last night in this abandoned warehouse, it wasn't exactly the Ritz."

For the first time, she grinned with delight. "We can go to my parents house... much nicer than an empty warehouse, and there won't be anyone there."

"Parents?" He leaned forward, kissing lightly over her neck and shoulder.

"ooohhhh..." Her voice was a near moan of pleasure. "Umm... they aren't home, some trip away... Houston, Dallas, somewhere in Texas. All week... mmm that feels so good."

He sat up, still clinging to her, holding her body close to him. "So... where's this house? I'm eager to get you all to myself."

He flew them to the house, following her inside, causing a raised eyebrow from Willow. She then gave a small shrug, her arms sliding around him, tugging his coat from his shoulders, letting it fall in a heap in the floor. He kissed her, exploring her mouth with his own, tongue teasing her mouth, her own ever so carefully touching his fangs. He groaned in delight and pressed closer to her, hands sliding over her back. Slowly, teasingly, he kissed and suckled along her neck, savoring each little gasp and whimper of delight. He found the perfect place, low on the side of her neck, but right over the pulse, and slid his teeth into her neck, the skin of her throat parting as easily as her knuckle had.

Willow gasped, her hands fisting on the back of his shirt, trying to pull him closer. She tasted of apples and secrets and passion, like spiced cider in the winter. He forced himself to stop, not wanting to take too much, not wanting to hurt her.

As she practically dragged him into her room, the door shutting behind him entirely without the help of hands, he was reasurred that he hadn't hurt her in the slightest. And from the look on her face and the way she was kissing him, kisses as if she wanted to taste him, nearly devouring him, she had enjoyed that nearly as much as he had.

It wan't until later that she tasted his blood, the feeling of her lips and tongue over his throat practically turning him into a purring overgrown cat. The feeling of her tasting him was ecstacy. Needless to say, the night was not spent in slumber.

David was deleriously happy that he'd decided to come to Sunnydale. Even if it was over the Hellmouth.

end Eyes of a Visitor.