Willow tripped and giggled as she and Amy stumbled out of Rack's alley.
"Hey!" she said excitedly. Then more seriously, "Let's have some fun."
"Mmmm, what kind of fun?" Amy asked.
"Why don't we start with the bronze? We can work our way up from there."
"Oh." said Amy in an almost bored fashion. "I thought you meant some real fun. The bronze is over-done, girl. We've hit that joint. We're buzzed, powerful, witches, there's nothing we can't do, and you want to go to the club we loved in high-school?"
"Alright then genius, where do you think we should go?"
Amy didn't miss a beat. "Hunting." she said, morphing into her vamp-face and advancing on Will.
"Willow!" Tara woke up screaming. That dream, it was too vivid, too real. Somehow, Tara knew that her true love was in trouble, not just from herself, but from the undead community of Sunnydale. She quickly grabbed a jacket to throw on over her nightie and ran out the door.
"Where are you going?" a roommate called to her, but she had already left.
Willow screamed and started to run, but Amy was too quick. She grabbed the wicca by her shoulder-length red hair and licked her neck clean before biting into it. Willow was in too much pain to scream. She only gasped, she could hardly breath from the pain. Amy sucked Willow in in huge gulps. Rack was right. She did taste like strawberries.
Tara ran and ran. She didn't even know where she was going, she didn't stop to think. She simply went where her legs took her. Finally, she saw Willow in the shadows of a dark alley. For a moment, Tara was relieved. Then she noticed Amy, lying motionless on the ground.
"She's not dead if that's what you're worried about." Willow snarled, walking into the moonlight. "I left that for you."
"No." Tara sobbed, staring at Willow's fangs
"Yes." Willow growled. "I loved you. I still do. Even like this... Spike was right, we can still love."
*Spike!* She thought to herself, *He could be interesting...*
"Please." Tara begged. "Let me go."
"I will. I'll let you live forever, with me."
"You don't want to do this."
"But I do. You left me. This way you'll never leave me again. It's so simple. We can do all kinds of things. Forever." She grinned. "C'mere. It's better if you relax into it."
With those final words, Willow reached over and pulled Tara into a bitter sweet kiss. They tenderly felt all over each-other until Tara almost forgot her fear. Then the new-born vampire took a child of her own, and they held each-other some more until Tara's heart finally stopped and she was ready to be born again.
"Hey!" she said excitedly. Then more seriously, "Let's have some fun."
"Mmmm, what kind of fun?" Amy asked.
"Why don't we start with the bronze? We can work our way up from there."
"Oh." said Amy in an almost bored fashion. "I thought you meant some real fun. The bronze is over-done, girl. We've hit that joint. We're buzzed, powerful, witches, there's nothing we can't do, and you want to go to the club we loved in high-school?"
"Alright then genius, where do you think we should go?"
Amy didn't miss a beat. "Hunting." she said, morphing into her vamp-face and advancing on Will.
"Willow!" Tara woke up screaming. That dream, it was too vivid, too real. Somehow, Tara knew that her true love was in trouble, not just from herself, but from the undead community of Sunnydale. She quickly grabbed a jacket to throw on over her nightie and ran out the door.
"Where are you going?" a roommate called to her, but she had already left.
Willow screamed and started to run, but Amy was too quick. She grabbed the wicca by her shoulder-length red hair and licked her neck clean before biting into it. Willow was in too much pain to scream. She only gasped, she could hardly breath from the pain. Amy sucked Willow in in huge gulps. Rack was right. She did taste like strawberries.
Tara ran and ran. She didn't even know where she was going, she didn't stop to think. She simply went where her legs took her. Finally, she saw Willow in the shadows of a dark alley. For a moment, Tara was relieved. Then she noticed Amy, lying motionless on the ground.
"She's not dead if that's what you're worried about." Willow snarled, walking into the moonlight. "I left that for you."
"No." Tara sobbed, staring at Willow's fangs
"Yes." Willow growled. "I loved you. I still do. Even like this... Spike was right, we can still love."
*Spike!* She thought to herself, *He could be interesting...*
"Please." Tara begged. "Let me go."
"I will. I'll let you live forever, with me."
"You don't want to do this."
"But I do. You left me. This way you'll never leave me again. It's so simple. We can do all kinds of things. Forever." She grinned. "C'mere. It's better if you relax into it."
With those final words, Willow reached over and pulled Tara into a bitter sweet kiss. They tenderly felt all over each-other until Tara almost forgot her fear. Then the new-born vampire took a child of her own, and they held each-other some more until Tara's heart finally stopped and she was ready to be born again.