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Sorry haven't updated earlier. Had Writer's Block, was finishing my Hermione x Draco story "Best Laid plans" and did "Angel" a Winchester Brothers x Chloe oneshot. Oh well, hope you forgive me for the lateness of this update.

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(Sunnydale)

It was nightfall and Willow had yet to awaken. Fred had gone to lay down by the vampire's side on her bed, and Faith was busy arguing with Xander and Cordelia, who wanted to know why she was friends with Willow and why they hadn't known before now.

Angel ignored the doorbell and Spike as the vampire headed towards the door, apparently the blonde had ordered more food again. Why Spike would think about food at a time like this was beyond Angel's understanding. Then again, Spike had never made much sense to Angel—not even when he sired him—so he really didn't feel too bad.

It wasn't until he heard Spike cry out in pain that Angel realized that maybe the blonde hadn't ordered pizza.

"BLOODY HELL!"

The Slayer and the two humans arguing with her looked up at the sound of thrashing.

Angel growled and hurried to where Spike was thrashing in the hall, hands on his eyes as if trying to claw them out, cursing colorfully, obviously in pain.

A petite blonde stood in the doorway, eyes wide as she watched him.

"I'M BLIND! I'M BLEEDIN' BLIND!"

Angel's demonic face slipped on as he stomped towards the human who'd apparently hurt his childe. While Angel didn't get along with Spike he'd never allow anyone other than himself to hurt the boy. "What have you done to him?!?" He roared, ready to pounce on her.

The blonde looked up at him in horror before jerking her hand up (which contained a small spray bottle) and sprayed the substance into his face.

Angel cried out in pain and closed his eyes tightly as they began to burn like hell. He cursed in Gaelic, his body shivering from the pain.

"Wow…" The voice which could only belong to the blonde whispered. "It actually worked. And Giles said it was a stupid idea." She sounded irritatingly smug.

Angel sensed the Slayer appear behind him.

"Who are you, what have you done to them, and how can I do that?"

"Garlic Spray." The blonde responded cheerfully. "It's like Pepper Spray but instead of using it against humans you use it against vampires!" She paused. "If they wash their eyes out really well with water the stinging should disappear and they'll regain their eyesight after a while."

"I'll bloody tear you apart!" Spike lounged for her, but he was blind, so he actually lounged at a table, knocking over one of Angel's antic vases.

"I like you," the Slayer announced cheerfully. "The name's Faith. Who are you?"

"Chloe." The blonde replied. "Nice to meet you, but I need to talk to Willow in person. It's important that I do."

"She hasn't awoken yet." There were footsteps as the two women walked away, leaving the vampires blind, in pain, and trying to stumble their way around.

"I can't believe they just bloody left us like this!" Spike whined as they tried feeling their way to the closest bathroom.

"Shut up and look for the bathroom, this is your fault." Angel growled, wincing when he heard something else falling and breaking on the ground. "Sometimes I wonder if it was worth the trouble siring you."

Yet another thing crashed to the ground.

"I hope that was bloody expensive." Spike muttered spitefully.

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"I can't believe it." Cordelia whispered as she looked up at the friend Buffy had made after running away from her duty, friends and family. She really wanted to resent the blonde, but something about Chloe kept her snarkiness at bay. Maybe it was the fact that she'd just flown from KANSAS to help Willow.

"Yes, it's very rare because vampires having souls is unheard of." Chloe replied from where she sat nervously on the edge of the bed, looking at a still unconscious Willow. An ugly vampire bite mark marred the curve of the blonde's neck, explaining why she was so nervous being next to Willow.

Angel nodded from where he sat on Willow's other side. After getting over the pain of the 'garlic spray' he'd gotten Spike to confess to having attacked Chloe first—so her retaliating was only fair, and he held no grudges against the smart blonde girl who had fought off two master vampires and lived.

Spike, from where he leaned against the wall glaring at the blonde, was another story altogether.

"So you're saying that Red might be having some recessive, ancient vampiric genes." Faith frowned.

"Well, not vampiric per se." Chloe frowned, holding the huge book she'd brought with her to her chest. "I've spent the whole ride on Lex's jet studying this up, and I have to admit that I don't know much—and most is supposition, but wouldn't that explain why this mysterious person suddenly appeared?"

"What mysterious person?" The others in the room asked in one voice.

Chloe frowned. "You mean she didn't tell you?" When they shook their head she calmly explained what the redhead had relayed to her on the phone, and all hell broke loose. Xander was ranting to the still unconscious Willow on how she could have kept this from him, Fred kept looking out terrified at the darkness outside, and Cordelia and Faith were arguing as usual.

Spike and Angel didn't pay attention to them, as if used to this behavior and quite apt at ignoring it.

Well, if THIS is how they were going to take it I can understand WHY she never told them! Chloe made a face, and then jumped when she felt Willow's foot move.

Faith sensed a shift and turned from Cordelia in time for Willow to jolt up in bed with a scream. In the blink of an eye, so quick even the vampires in the room couldn't see more than a blur of color, Willow reached for the blonde and had her pinned to the bed beneath her, fangs dug deep inside of Chloe's throat.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!" The first to react and realize what was happening, Cordelia's eyes widened in horror. "Someone do something!"

Angel, being the closest to her, reached for Willow only to have her shoot out a shadow at him through her palms, throwing him across the room against the wall.

"Red!" Spike growled, coming towards her. "If anyone is going to drain that bint it's going to be me! So let her go!"

Willow froze above Chloe while the girl screamed and thrashed beneath her, but other than that gave no indication she'd heard him.

Spike growled, the sire in him furious that his childe would refuse to obey his command. He really didn't care if the blonde bint died or not—she'd bloody garlic sprayed him for fuckssake—but if and when she died, it would be by his hand!

He'd given his childe a direct order, and as he stomped towards the leisurely drinking vampire he was ready to pull her away, even if it meant tearing open Chloe's throat in the process. His eyes flickered color yet before he could reach them he walked into an invisible barrier and was thrown back just as violently as Angel had.

"Will!" Xander cried, trying to break through to his best friend. "Don't do it Willow! Don't do it! Snap out of it!"

"Don't make me have to stake you, Red!" Faith ordered harshly. "I don't wanna do it but if you kill her I will!"

"You touch her and I'll bloody skin you alive!" Spike hissed at the Slayer. Willow might have disrespected him, but she was his childe and he wasn't going to allow any little Slayer to try and touch what was his.

Chloe had stopped struggling, her arms falling limply to her sides as Willow continued to drink her blood.

"WILLOW!" Cordelia screamed, tears falling down her cheeks. "WILLOW! STOP!"

Fred sat silently on the floor—where the barrier had gently pushed her. She looked up at Willow, not afraid, not angry, nor condemning. Acceptance filled her dark eyes as she watched the vampire feed.

Faith threw herself against the barrier, as was Angel, both trying to break it before Willow did something in bloodlust that she would regret for the rest of her unlife.

"Stop." Spike told them in an ominous voice. "There are only five heartbeats now---counting Red's."

Angel froze, horror coloring his face.

Cordelia threw herself at Xander, crying.

Faith continued to stubbornly throw herself against the barrier, refusing to believe that it was too late.

Fred looked up from her position on the floor.

What appeared to be eons later, Willow finally pulled away from the lifeless body and—barrier still intact—curled up alongside Chloe as if trying to warm her. She closed her eyes, ignoring the others in the room, and went to sleep, a content expression on her face.

Those in the room paced, cried, shrieked in frustration at the situation. The barrier had yet to come down and apparently Willow could hold it up even while asleep, because the next couple of hours were long, tedious ones.

Once in a while Willow would wake up, and ignoring her sire, soulmate, pet and friends, checked on Chloe as if wondering when she would awaken, which made no sense. Willow should know that she was dead, and that even though she'd drained her of blood she hadn't offered the struggling blonde any of her own---so her having sired the girl was impossible.

No one knew how or when, but when their backs were turned or they were nearly murdering each other with anger and frustration, Fred had found a weakness in the barrier and crawled up onto the bed, curling around the other women's feet like a kitten. She too ignored the others who called for her to do something when they realized where she was, and Cordelia wondered out loud if maybe the barrier was soundproof.

The next two hours were spent trying to find the weakness in the barrier that Fred had, but no one was successful in the least bit.

"What are we going to do?" Xander asked when they gave up trying. "We can't kill Will—but she just killed Chloe! She didn't even sire her!"

Spike snorted. "She couldn't even if she wanted. She's newly risen—bloody powerful—but still just a baby in our standards."

Faith glared at Xander as if telling him he was stupid for thinking that being sired was better than being dead.

"Chloe was the only one who was beginning to give us any answers to what's going on with Willow!" Cordelia paled, suddenly remembering something else. "Buffy is going to kill us."

Both Angel and Spike growled at the Slayer's name.

Cordelia ignored them. "I can just see it now. 'Hello. Buffy?'" She pretended to be talking on the telephone. "'Uh, Willow sorta, kinda had Chloe for a snack. You're not angry are you?'"

No one noticed the shadowed figure outside of the window---outside of the second-story window---watching the happening with sadistic amusement.

A mew of contentment caused them to turn to the bed in time to see Willow stretching again as she awoke once more.

"Willow." Angel went to the barrier and pounded on it. "C'mon Little One. I know you have to see us if not hear us. Look up."

Surprisingly enough, the redhead did as told, and everyone gasped, taking a step back in surprise to see her midnight black eyes. There was not one speck of white or other color, it was as if her pupils had bleed and discolored her eyes completely until they were only a mirror of darkness.

Spike, angry that Willow had responded to Angel and not him, stomped up to the barrier. "Take the bloody barrier down Red!"

She turned her attention to him, head tilted, silent, before giving him a dazzling smile.

Spike, surprised out of his wits, forgot that she'd just disobeyed him again.

Angel opened his mouth to see if he could get Willow to let down the barrier when he froze, eyes wide.

Spike blinked, just as surprised as his Sire. "Impossible."

Before the others could ask what was happening, Cordelia gave a scream and jumped back when Chloe moaned and turned in her sleep away from Willow, hugging the pillow to her chest.

Faith's hand shook. "She sired her."

"No." Angel shook his head. "That girl's not a vampire."

The Slayer turned to him. "But how---?"

"I'd bloody like to know that myself." Spike announced, leaning against the wall in shock. "Her heartbeat—it started a while back but I didn't pay any attention because I thought it was one of all of yours."

"But---wasn't she dead?" Xander asked.

Angel nodded.

"And now she's not?" Cordelia couldn't believe it.

Faith blinked, leaning back against the wall alongside Spike. "If she's not a vampire—and she's not dead—what the hell is she?"

No one could answer that.

With their attention on Willow as the redhead laid down next to Chloe and hugged her from behind, still acting more feral than human, they never noticed the shadowed figure smirk with a hint of fangs before disappearing in a thick cloud of mist.

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(Smallville)

Lex Luthor was furious.

He would have been home and realized what'd happened sooner if it hadn't been for the message he'd received from the recently MIA Buffy Summers. When he'd realized that they were in a sticky situation and needed 'evac' right away, he'd decided to fly the helicopter out to meet them himself at the rendezvous point without telling Chloe because she'd be worried and want to come—and they'd waste a valuable amount of time arguing.

But when they'd returned to Smallville they'd gone straight over to Chloe's home (which they'd nicknamed headquarters) and the fact that the lights were all off tipped the three that there was something wrong.

At first they'd been frightened that somehow a vampire had gotten admittance into her house, but once inside they realized that there hadn't been a struggle. While Giles called Lana and Pete to see if they'd seen Chloe, and Buffy searched the house for any hidden sign of foul play, Lex called his manor and discovered that while Chloe wasn't there she had called…

…and asked to use his private jet.

Oh, he didn't mind that, on the contrary, he was glad that Chloe was so used to his place and finally confident enough in their relationship to use the things he always offered freely---but to use his private jet and not tell him where she was going?

She was being hounded by vampires!

He would have thought the girl smart enough to know not to travel alone and without telling anyone!

Nerves and worry filled his soul, and when he got the flight plan of the Luthor jet, he clenched his fists in rage, hanging up on his maid.

"Sunnydale." He grinded out the word as Giles and Buffy appeared.

"Huh?" Buffy asked.

"She went to Sunnydale." Lex answered, trying to keep his tempter under control

The girl was hunted by vampires and what does she do? She goes to "Vampire Central", and alone! "I'm going to get her back."

"I'm coming with you." Buffy zipped up her black leather jacket before turning to Giles. "Get Willow on the phone and find out why Chloe is there. Lex and I will bring her back."

Giles nodded and watched as the two young adults stepped out of the house and into the darkness.

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