To answer the question of where is Wesley - in my AU via season two -
Wesley and Faith aren't on the scene yet. I assume that Kendra is around
somewhere else. Until, Kendra is killed there will not be a Slayer Faith
in this universe. There is and will always be a Spike. In this fic, Giles
is not a vamp. Angelus killed him verses turning him. The Powers That Be
have entrusted Giles to come into the limbo where our gang is hanging out
in order to guide them back to where they need to be and thus divert
disaster. Joyce got killed later than Giles, so she has yet to show up
elsewhere. Also, answer to final question, OZ is not a vamp - no one has
bitten him! He has however bitten Cordy.
Chapter 24
Giles counseled Willow's soul that once she was back on earth, that she would have to contend with the demon residing in her earthly body. But hearing it and dealing with it are two totally different things. The demon is firmly tied to all her senses and desires. The rush that comes from satisfying these desires is incredible. It threatens her concentration and her mission.
And then there is Xander. She is his mate, his vampire mate. She can feel the ties between them as keenly as another appendage. After so many years of unrequited love and friendship - to feel him literally devouring her - is overwhelming. She had thought that she would fear this demon in Xander's form but instead she feels desire, love, and even loyalty.
She reminds herself not to stray from her course. To this end, she pulls his mouth up to her own just as his feeding slacks off. After an aggressive kiss, she licks her way to his ear. Her voice sounds like rough velvet when she speaks; "Do you want a surprise my love?" She punctuates her questions by running her hands over the zipper of his pants.
He answers by arching towards her with a growl.
She keeps up her caresses for fear he will notice that Cordy is gone. She needs to keep his full attention. She leans back playfully and her hands ceasing their movements. "No, you need to tell me, tell me you want it. I need to hear you say, 'Willow give it to me' and then, maybe I will."
The vampire, who calls himself, Alexander, is at his wits end. He was already aroused from playing with the human girl and now to have his mate in his arms, taking her blood has intoxicated him. He is willing to go along with whatever game she deems necessary.
Taking her head in his hands, he intersperses his words with punishing kisses. "I---Willow ---GIVE---IT---TO---ME --- Now!"
Willow whispers an ancient word for return just as she locks her lips to his. Immediately, they are both encompassed in the dense misty fog that covered her earlier. She pulls her lips from his and he gasps taking in the mystical air. For a second his eyes are as wide as saucers and then with his arms still firmly around her, he slides to the floor.
She essentially slides with him into his lap, her arms and legs firmly around his body. She can still feel his arousal ---and hers. His head has fallen to the same side of her neck where he has so recently fed. Now she can feel him taking in harsh, unneeded breaths. After a minute or so, she feels his face smooth out. After the shift, he pulls back to face her.
He looks at her with silent surprise. She realizes she is still in gameface and shifts as well.
"Willow?" he whispers huskily as if he hasn't spoken in weeks.
"Yeah?" she answers, bringing her forehead to touch his.
Unconsciously, his lips continue to brush at her own as he speaks. Her hands respond by stroking the back of his neck as she listens.
"Tell me, it's you --- you --- I mean and --- it's me --- ME. I mean not the me that was regular me but it's not the me that was vamp me. It's like old me is in here with vamp me."
She giggles a bit as she shifts her pelvis to increase the contact that her body is insistently craving. "That pretty much sums it." Her answer is exclaimed with a moan as she feels his hand slide back under her bottom to increase the pressure even further.
She is surprised as he vamps again. For a second, she wonders if her magiks didn't work. Then she hears his words as he brings his hands around to find the space between her thighs. "I know there is a long explanation and you can tell me all about but first, we --- I mean --- I---."
"OK, OK! Just stop the talking!" she answers as they fall to the floor together.
*******************
"Man, Will, wow." Xander says as he pulls on a pair of jeans much like the ones he had on in limbo.
Willow rolls on the bed, luxuriating in the almost feline sensations coursing through her body. Lying in the nest of well-used sheets, she is admiring her lover. Just the word and its connotations send a shiver through her. The fact that she has managed to reduce Xander's vocabulary to one-syllable words seems like a feat to be proud of.
Looking more serious, Xander sits beside of her on the bed and takes her hand. "Will, I killed my parents."
Reacting to the expression on her face, he quickly adds, "No, your folks are fine."
She rises and puts her arms around him, "Oh Xan, I am so sorry." She hugs him tightly.
He allows the comfort for a minute and then pulls back, tears in his eyes. "They were never, never what I would have wanted or chosen but hey, they fed me, clothed me, kept a roof over my head. I wouldn't have chosen for them to go out that way - ever. It's just suddenly all the anger, everything - was just right on top and for the first time, I felt like I could let it go, let it all go. And so I did."
Looking deeply into her eyes, he asks, "Can you? Can you ever forgive me?"
She pulls him back into her arms. "I have already. This is all part of me too. I am part of you. Whatever vampire mating mo-jo we did --- well, I'm just glad that I - umm - didn't have a soul then - less embarrassment!"
At the change of subject, they both manage a laugh. Seeming to have risen above the grief for a moment, Xander pulls back, "So, what's the plan? Don't really want to get myself killed. Well, already dead --- but you know."
She nods, "I know. Well, I'm thinking we need to do it one at a time. If I try them when they're together, one will probably get the hint and --- boom!"
"And so? Who's lucky number one?"
"I'm thinking Buffy. If you think you can manage to get Angelus out of the way for awhile?"
She sees his hesitance. "Xand, what have you two been up to? I mean, you two have gotten pretty thick from what I can get from Vampie Willow's memory."
Sardonically, he answers, "All the usual vampire games".
"That's what I was afraid of."
TBC
Chapter 24
Giles counseled Willow's soul that once she was back on earth, that she would have to contend with the demon residing in her earthly body. But hearing it and dealing with it are two totally different things. The demon is firmly tied to all her senses and desires. The rush that comes from satisfying these desires is incredible. It threatens her concentration and her mission.
And then there is Xander. She is his mate, his vampire mate. She can feel the ties between them as keenly as another appendage. After so many years of unrequited love and friendship - to feel him literally devouring her - is overwhelming. She had thought that she would fear this demon in Xander's form but instead she feels desire, love, and even loyalty.
She reminds herself not to stray from her course. To this end, she pulls his mouth up to her own just as his feeding slacks off. After an aggressive kiss, she licks her way to his ear. Her voice sounds like rough velvet when she speaks; "Do you want a surprise my love?" She punctuates her questions by running her hands over the zipper of his pants.
He answers by arching towards her with a growl.
She keeps up her caresses for fear he will notice that Cordy is gone. She needs to keep his full attention. She leans back playfully and her hands ceasing their movements. "No, you need to tell me, tell me you want it. I need to hear you say, 'Willow give it to me' and then, maybe I will."
The vampire, who calls himself, Alexander, is at his wits end. He was already aroused from playing with the human girl and now to have his mate in his arms, taking her blood has intoxicated him. He is willing to go along with whatever game she deems necessary.
Taking her head in his hands, he intersperses his words with punishing kisses. "I---Willow ---GIVE---IT---TO---ME --- Now!"
Willow whispers an ancient word for return just as she locks her lips to his. Immediately, they are both encompassed in the dense misty fog that covered her earlier. She pulls her lips from his and he gasps taking in the mystical air. For a second his eyes are as wide as saucers and then with his arms still firmly around her, he slides to the floor.
She essentially slides with him into his lap, her arms and legs firmly around his body. She can still feel his arousal ---and hers. His head has fallen to the same side of her neck where he has so recently fed. Now she can feel him taking in harsh, unneeded breaths. After a minute or so, she feels his face smooth out. After the shift, he pulls back to face her.
He looks at her with silent surprise. She realizes she is still in gameface and shifts as well.
"Willow?" he whispers huskily as if he hasn't spoken in weeks.
"Yeah?" she answers, bringing her forehead to touch his.
Unconsciously, his lips continue to brush at her own as he speaks. Her hands respond by stroking the back of his neck as she listens.
"Tell me, it's you --- you --- I mean and --- it's me --- ME. I mean not the me that was regular me but it's not the me that was vamp me. It's like old me is in here with vamp me."
She giggles a bit as she shifts her pelvis to increase the contact that her body is insistently craving. "That pretty much sums it." Her answer is exclaimed with a moan as she feels his hand slide back under her bottom to increase the pressure even further.
She is surprised as he vamps again. For a second, she wonders if her magiks didn't work. Then she hears his words as he brings his hands around to find the space between her thighs. "I know there is a long explanation and you can tell me all about but first, we --- I mean --- I---."
"OK, OK! Just stop the talking!" she answers as they fall to the floor together.
*******************
"Man, Will, wow." Xander says as he pulls on a pair of jeans much like the ones he had on in limbo.
Willow rolls on the bed, luxuriating in the almost feline sensations coursing through her body. Lying in the nest of well-used sheets, she is admiring her lover. Just the word and its connotations send a shiver through her. The fact that she has managed to reduce Xander's vocabulary to one-syllable words seems like a feat to be proud of.
Looking more serious, Xander sits beside of her on the bed and takes her hand. "Will, I killed my parents."
Reacting to the expression on her face, he quickly adds, "No, your folks are fine."
She rises and puts her arms around him, "Oh Xan, I am so sorry." She hugs him tightly.
He allows the comfort for a minute and then pulls back, tears in his eyes. "They were never, never what I would have wanted or chosen but hey, they fed me, clothed me, kept a roof over my head. I wouldn't have chosen for them to go out that way - ever. It's just suddenly all the anger, everything - was just right on top and for the first time, I felt like I could let it go, let it all go. And so I did."
Looking deeply into her eyes, he asks, "Can you? Can you ever forgive me?"
She pulls him back into her arms. "I have already. This is all part of me too. I am part of you. Whatever vampire mating mo-jo we did --- well, I'm just glad that I - umm - didn't have a soul then - less embarrassment!"
At the change of subject, they both manage a laugh. Seeming to have risen above the grief for a moment, Xander pulls back, "So, what's the plan? Don't really want to get myself killed. Well, already dead --- but you know."
She nods, "I know. Well, I'm thinking we need to do it one at a time. If I try them when they're together, one will probably get the hint and --- boom!"
"And so? Who's lucky number one?"
"I'm thinking Buffy. If you think you can manage to get Angelus out of the way for awhile?"
She sees his hesitance. "Xand, what have you two been up to? I mean, you two have gotten pretty thick from what I can get from Vampie Willow's memory."
Sardonically, he answers, "All the usual vampire games".
"That's what I was afraid of."
TBC
