A/N: Yes, it's been a while coming – I have to read decent kidfic to get
into the mood to write this piece while I suffer block, so thanks to ReganX
for her stories, which are the reason this is up! Forgive the skippage – I
couldn't find a place to start. Thanks also goes to gidgetgirl, who tried
to help me write this a while ago. *blush*... yeah, I've been revising for
exams.
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"Okay, what do we do now?" Buffy looked around the library at the others, then back to the little girls. Side by side, the identical small faces looked back up at her, and in unison, blinked green eyes.
"Hungry," Willow announced, rubbing her stomach petulantly. Now swathed in one of Buffy's tee-shirts from Junior High – the only clothing that Buffy had in the house pre-dating vampire destruction, from her brief stop over – but entirely necessary to preserve four-year-old modesty, she glared up at Buffy. "I'm hungry."
"I picked up the blood pack from the fridge," Buffy informed her, tossing the plastic pack of plasma to the little girl. Willow jumped, and dropped it.
"I don't drink blood," she told Buffy sweetly. "Do you have peanut butter and jelly?"
The Willow to her left growled nastily, and curled her tiny upper lip. Buffy stared at her.
"Okay, when regular Willow gets mean," she muttered, scooping up the plastic bag and handing it to the vampire version of the four year old. She dug into the back of supplies she'd taken from home as Giles, Anya, Xander and Oz had snuck the girls back to the library, and pulled out a sandwich and a juice-box.
"Here, Willow," she handed it to the other child. Pulling the straw off the carton, the human child stabbed the juice box with obvious enjoyment, and began to drink thirstily. Vampire Willow looked up from her own meal, and sent a sideways look to her twin. Fighting against her inner dignity, a small voice demanded a straw too.
"I want," she said simply, pointing. "Straw."
"A gallon of no," Buffy replied, a disgusted look on her face. "We so have to make a way to tell them apart."
"Well, vamp Willow, and Willow," Xander pointed first to the child with red goo on her chin, and secondly to the little girl who smiled angelically back at him.
"Xander, you've just mixed them up," Giles said tiredly, pinching the bridge of his nose. "And in any case, something a little less obtrusive is needed."
"That means sticking out," Willow informed him, wiping the sticky substance off her chin with her fingers, then licked them experimentally. "Mm."
"I knew what that meant," Xander protested. He looked around the group, and folded his arms across his chest, defensively. "What? I did."
"Howbout, evil one, and not so evil?" he added, a moment later. Anya rolled her eyes. "Mortals," she muttered dismissively.
"Hey, demon gal," Buffy spoke up, lifting her chin to indicate Anya. "Are you actually going to help? As in do something besides shrink our friend?"
Anya shrugged. "I'm bored." She strode calmly toward the door, pushed it open, and left, leaving the doors swinging.
"I don't think she's coming back," volunteered little Willow, helpfully.
"VW and Willow," Oz suddenly spoke up from the back of the library. They turned to look at him. He gave a tiny nonchalant shrug. "Vampire Willow, VW."
"Yes," breathed Giles. "It does sound like one of the American ghastly acronyms." They stared at him. He coughed apologetically. "Ah, yes."
"VW and Willow," Xander repeated, giving the matching pair a goofy grin. "It's kinda sweet, you know? I mean, nobody is ever gonna guess that VW stands for Vampire Willow, the version of Willow's four year old form with fangs conjured by a seriously weird spell, and not, say Velma Wilhelmina or something." He blinked, looking up at them.
"Why are you guys all making the slaying gesture?"
"Willow's four year old vampire form?" repeated a familiarly cool, and superior voice from behind him. Xander's face fell.
"I just blew the VW cover, didn't I?" he asked, looking behind them. Cordelia tapped one ice blue Versace sandal, and regarded him evenly down her nose.
"I'll say you did," she drawled, tossing back thick, dark brown hair.
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A/N: It's short, bad, but hey, it was a chapter. Next chapter, Cordelia goes shopping, and VW and Willow are babysat by Angel for the night. Any requests as to who should pull babysitting duty, throw it into a review.
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"Okay, what do we do now?" Buffy looked around the library at the others, then back to the little girls. Side by side, the identical small faces looked back up at her, and in unison, blinked green eyes.
"Hungry," Willow announced, rubbing her stomach petulantly. Now swathed in one of Buffy's tee-shirts from Junior High – the only clothing that Buffy had in the house pre-dating vampire destruction, from her brief stop over – but entirely necessary to preserve four-year-old modesty, she glared up at Buffy. "I'm hungry."
"I picked up the blood pack from the fridge," Buffy informed her, tossing the plastic pack of plasma to the little girl. Willow jumped, and dropped it.
"I don't drink blood," she told Buffy sweetly. "Do you have peanut butter and jelly?"
The Willow to her left growled nastily, and curled her tiny upper lip. Buffy stared at her.
"Okay, when regular Willow gets mean," she muttered, scooping up the plastic bag and handing it to the vampire version of the four year old. She dug into the back of supplies she'd taken from home as Giles, Anya, Xander and Oz had snuck the girls back to the library, and pulled out a sandwich and a juice-box.
"Here, Willow," she handed it to the other child. Pulling the straw off the carton, the human child stabbed the juice box with obvious enjoyment, and began to drink thirstily. Vampire Willow looked up from her own meal, and sent a sideways look to her twin. Fighting against her inner dignity, a small voice demanded a straw too.
"I want," she said simply, pointing. "Straw."
"A gallon of no," Buffy replied, a disgusted look on her face. "We so have to make a way to tell them apart."
"Well, vamp Willow, and Willow," Xander pointed first to the child with red goo on her chin, and secondly to the little girl who smiled angelically back at him.
"Xander, you've just mixed them up," Giles said tiredly, pinching the bridge of his nose. "And in any case, something a little less obtrusive is needed."
"That means sticking out," Willow informed him, wiping the sticky substance off her chin with her fingers, then licked them experimentally. "Mm."
"I knew what that meant," Xander protested. He looked around the group, and folded his arms across his chest, defensively. "What? I did."
"Howbout, evil one, and not so evil?" he added, a moment later. Anya rolled her eyes. "Mortals," she muttered dismissively.
"Hey, demon gal," Buffy spoke up, lifting her chin to indicate Anya. "Are you actually going to help? As in do something besides shrink our friend?"
Anya shrugged. "I'm bored." She strode calmly toward the door, pushed it open, and left, leaving the doors swinging.
"I don't think she's coming back," volunteered little Willow, helpfully.
"VW and Willow," Oz suddenly spoke up from the back of the library. They turned to look at him. He gave a tiny nonchalant shrug. "Vampire Willow, VW."
"Yes," breathed Giles. "It does sound like one of the American ghastly acronyms." They stared at him. He coughed apologetically. "Ah, yes."
"VW and Willow," Xander repeated, giving the matching pair a goofy grin. "It's kinda sweet, you know? I mean, nobody is ever gonna guess that VW stands for Vampire Willow, the version of Willow's four year old form with fangs conjured by a seriously weird spell, and not, say Velma Wilhelmina or something." He blinked, looking up at them.
"Why are you guys all making the slaying gesture?"
"Willow's four year old vampire form?" repeated a familiarly cool, and superior voice from behind him. Xander's face fell.
"I just blew the VW cover, didn't I?" he asked, looking behind them. Cordelia tapped one ice blue Versace sandal, and regarded him evenly down her nose.
"I'll say you did," she drawled, tossing back thick, dark brown hair.
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A/N: It's short, bad, but hey, it was a chapter. Next chapter, Cordelia goes shopping, and VW and Willow are babysat by Angel for the night. Any requests as to who should pull babysitting duty, throw it into a review.