Sire

By Knightmare

Kristin was corrupting her, Willow thought with a frown as she sighed and stared at the ceiling. Normally she was all, yay, time for school girl, but today a foreign thought entered her mind when the alarm went off. The thought of just turning it off and staying home, and that wasn't good.

When Kristin shifted on the floor after Willow had finally gotten up Willow sighed. If Kristin fully woke up Willow would just tell her to take the bed. Willow suspected that when she was in school that was where the vampire was anyhow.

In picking clothes Willow's hand lingered over one of the new shirts she'd bought herself while shopping for Kristin, one she hadn't worn yet because it was a little tighter. With a small smile she pulled it off the hanger.

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Willow's smile faded as she listened to Giles ask for something she hadn't anticipated once she stepped into the library.

"Willow, could you use that contraption to determine who exactly your double may have turned? Buffy thinks she may have staked another one, but she isn't sure. Perhaps that machine has pictures of the people who died where they were all turned. You can do that can't you?" He was looking at a book or Willow would have been caught with a very unhappy look on her face. Sure it was possible to do that, she'd just have to find where Kristin and that first vampire were found and see what other bodies were around. It was very possible, and very dangerous for any vampire that she identified, including Kristin, if anyone ever caught a glimpse of her.

"Sure Giles, I'll work on it during lunch." Willow gave the answer he expected and sat her book bag heavily onto the table as she eyed the door, waiting for Xander or Buffy. Perhaps if she tweaked the information a little she could put someone who didn't die of mysterious causes on the list, someone that didn't rise. That would make sure she had seven on the list. Willow nodded to herself, approving the plan, but she felt a pang of guilt with the lying. This was more lying really, to cover up the big lie. This is how lying got out of hand, first you said something small, but then you had to say something else, and before you knew it everything you said was a lie.

During lunch she did the research and looking at the pictures of the people whose lives VampWillow had taken, changed, it was a bit upsetting. Her fingers worked quickly to copy names and vital information from the police database, but tears filled her eyes as she worked. Most of the people were female, and their pictures of the bodies were haunting.

Kristin's lifeless body was found curled up in a corner, as if she'd been tossed there. That mother Buffy staked first, the one that was so mad at Willow had been bruised and beaten. The one male had been propped up against the wall. It was horrifying. Willow printed out the records along with the DMV photos of six, and then worked to find a false seventh.

After she did that she had to rush to the bathroom, afraid she'd throw up. Kristin rarely talked about her turning, but from what Willow had seen she didn't understand why Kristin had ever tried to find her sire. The other vampires that hated her made more sense.

Willow took a few deep breaths while putting cold water on the back of her neck to try and feel better. Really she'd seen worse photos, vampires were often rather careless about the bodies, but knowing who did it and having met the results made it worse.

Willow wanted to go home and hold her vampire. Part of her wanted to know about the night Kristin was turned, but a larger part wanted to forget ever seeing what her double had done.

Willow made it back to the library once she was able to calm down, and Buffy was already there glancing at the printout's Willow had made. "Well, I can cross off four." Buffy looked up from the front sheet, where Willow had printed a picture of seven people from their DMV photos. Willow came closer and Buffy put the page on the desk and made a mark over four pictures. One Willow had seen in person. "Still think there are at least five Will?"

"Maybe not." Willow studied the pictures of the two on the list that were real, both women, and both rather attractive and young, for the most part VampWillow definitely had a type. Hopefully she'd never meet them, but part of her wondered if they were like Kristin, different.

"Just as little longer and you'll be able to patrol with me again." Buffy smiled at her, and Willow smiled a little back. Part of her did miss patrolling with Buffy and chatting, but now that she had so many secrets it wasn't going to be the same.

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Kristin could see Willow was tense and upset, it showed in her movements and the way she spoke quietly and didn't elaborate. She had no idea what caused it, and stories about Cordelia filled her head making her think that the cheerleader had victimized her sire again. It made her wish that Willow had told her to kill the girl instead of the spider. It would have forced her to leave the house, but it would have protected her sire.

Pets didn't protect their sires, a part of her mind filled in. It wasn't her role in life, but then pets didn't have human sires. Kristin sighed as she put her mug of blood in the microwave, this time not sighing about the nasty taste she was about to endure.

"Did she hurt you very much?" Willow asked out of nowhere during dinner and Kristin looked up with a small frown trying to understand what Willow was talking about. "When she turned you?"

Kristin put her fork down and tilted her head to look at Willow, seeing the tension in her eyes, she wondered why Willow was asking now. "She knew I'd rise as a pet if I'd rise at all. I was the sixth." Kristin spoke softly, her mind on that night and remembered fear. "I hadn't understood her words at the time, I didn't understand until those other vampires…" Kristin looked down and took a deep breath, pushing her reaction to that other night away. "My name amused her, said it almost sounded like Kitten."

Willow sucked in a breath at that and Kristin looked back up at the redhead. "I don't know what you want to know sire. Being bitten hurts, but I wasn't abused like the ones she started with, because she never thought I'd be strong enough to challenge her. She didn't need to make me fear her, because she knew she was condemning me to a weak existence as anyone's toy." Kristin's words held her bitterness and she watched the stricken look on Willow's face at that, which made her feel bad for letting her emotions show. But they were out there now.

"Still, I'd rather be what I am now than dead." Kristin spoke softer. "I know I'm not the same. I can sense it in me, but I can't find it in myself to be upset with it. I'd like to believe that I'm still sane." Kristin felt awkward but she went on. "I don't know that my blood sire was. I really think she was probably insane. Just becoming a vampire couldn't cause you to become something like that. No, something happened to her and I was spared that."

Willow looked a bit pale as she considered Kristin's words. Kristin spoke softly, guessing that this was about being a vampire. "I'm glad that I didn't find my blood sire, because I truly believe that even if you were turned, you'd be much better than her." Kristin looked down at her plate. "But don't go getting turned anytime soon okay?"

"I'm not planning on it ever." Willow spoke up. "Nope, no VampWillow here."

Kristin smiled just a little flirtatiously, seeing if she could get away with it. "I like Witch Willow just fine." Willow blushed, but she didn't scold her.

"Even when my magic goes wonky?" Willow asked, and Kristin noticed the hesitancy in the question.

"You never mean to hurt me. It makes it easier to forgive." Kristin admitted quietly. "I told you that if you wanted to hurt me you could, but the fact that you don't want to means a lot to me." Kristin grinned a little. "But I am a vampire, so don't think I'm overly fragile okay? A little hurt is okay."

"But you're MY vampire." Willow said with a smile and Kristin felt a softness that part of her was disgusted with, but most of her enjoyed.

After dinner they moved to the living room, where Willow started off working on her homework while Kristin worked on the database, all to the background noise of the television. Once Willow's homework was done she wanted to work on the database making queries, something that Kristin wasn't all that comfortable doing. Her computer skills weren't at Willow's level. She just worked on inputting the data.

"Do you think you have a soul?" Willow asked after a while and Kristin looked up from her work to see Willow staring at her.

"No, I don't." Kristin told her quietly and noticed Willow's slight disappointment. "I don't need one do I?" Her words were hesitant, because she knew Willow could give her one if she wanted. "I'd prefer to not get one."

"Why?" Willow looked baffled at that and Kristin lifted the computer up off her lap to set it on the coffee table.

"You've told me about Angel." Kristin wanted to make this very clear, because if her sire didn't understand she could hurt Kristin badly. "Now tell me if you think he's a happy person. Does he enjoy his life?"

Willow's mouth opened for a moment, but then is slowly closed as the redhead put more thought into it. Her words when she spoke were faster. "But he's killed lots of people, he has a lot of guilt. You haven't killed anyone."

"I fantasize about pizza delivery." Kristin felt the urge to blush, but her diet didn't give her the ability to. "I dream about the taste of warm hot human blood a lot. Almost as much as a teenage boys daydream about sex. What would that do to me to feel guilty about my desires?"

"You, you fantasize?" Willow blushed a little, but she also had her eyebrows moving a little closer together. "All the time?"

"I don't really have anything from my human life to compare it to so you could understand." Kristin sighed. "Perhaps a really nice orgasm, but its not the same, just equally nice." Willow's blush increased, and Kristin suspected that her explanation didn't clarify anything for the redhead. "Sire." Kristin's voice was softer, "I could help you understand."

"I don't want to be a vampire." Willow said, misunderstanding and looking puzzled.

"And I would never turn you even if you did." Kristin admitted, staring at Willow, who now looked surprised Kristin would deny her anything. "If you wanted to be turned you'd need a real vampire to do it. I wouldn't condemn you like my blood sire did me. You'd be strong with someone else, but with me you'd be lucky to rise at all." Kristin shook her head, "No, I mean I could show you something comparable, something special." Kristin didn't speak too plainly, not wanting the blush the redhead had to become too much worse, because it would make her hungry again and all she had was pig's blood.

Her efforts to keep Willow from blushing too much didn't work, as a moment later Willow figured out what she was offering. "Um I…" Willow stammered, "I'm fine, thanks." Kristin just sighed at her human sire's restraint. While Kristin preferred Willow human, a little more vampire in her sexuality would do her good.

"The offer is always standing." Kristin told her and then moved to pick up the laptop again.

"I don't think a soul would make you miserable." Willow finally spoke after Kristin entered a full record in the database. "But I won't risk it." Kristin felt a huge sense of relief that her sire wasn't going to push that. "The happiness clause, maybe that's why Angel is so gloomy. Perhaps he's afraid a minor happy would banish his soul."

"Or maybe he fantasizes about pizza delivery too." Kristin offered and saw that it disturbed Willow to think that of him. Why him and not so much her?

The loud knock on the front door was a shock and Kristin's eyes widened along with Willow as it sounded again. "Hey Wills, Pizza delivery." A voice called out and Kristin felt her face shift.

"I did not order pizza, and that's Xander. No tasting missy." Willow ordered and stood up. Willow looked around the living room and Kristin just waited to be told what to do. That proved a bad idea as the door opened. "Willow?"

"Just a minute Xander." Willow looked a bit panicked, and the only way out of the living room would take Kristin passed the opened front door. He didn't listen and Kristin stared up from her space on the couch, having just barely managed to change her face back, at a surprised looking boy with a pizza box in his hands. Delivery and she couldn't have a taste, Kristin sighed heavily.