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A/N: Michelle challenged me to write a dark Kennedy fic. I did. She beta'd it. We love her for that. I love your comments.
Didn't You:
She bit into her lip as the knife bit into the thin layer of flesh that covered her collar bone–it took every ounce of the young slayer's will power not to cry out, but she didn't. Kennedy was strong. And she would hold on.
Willow had intrigued her when she told her of this universe, this doppelganger of hers. The brunette had wanted to know what had happened to her when Cordelia had made The Wish. The curiosity had toyed with her until she had asked Willow to cast a spell to let her see. A spell that had gone so horribly wrong it would end in tragedy.
Kennedy remembered the surrender of her beaten, weak, and wounded self. She remembered what she had surrendered to. And she remembered being yanked into the hopeless reality as her other self expired, bloodless, with the fangs of her redheaded lover embedded in the vein of her throat.
The dark-haired slayer shuddered as the knife traced her jaw-bone, then slid over each of her cheekbones in turn, "I'll get what I want from you," her redheaded tormentor said with a pout, "I just want you to tell me you want it, too. And you will." The blade glided down the sharp edge of the cartilage in her nose, then around the hollows of her eyes. She couldn't open her mouth to let the scream out, because she knew that the words that would make all the pain stop would come with it.
Her jeans joined her long-destroyed top as the knife cut them away, not even brushing the skin. Kennedy was left feeling desperately bare in just her rather skimpy lingerie. The knife slid over her hip-bone, barely breaking skin–abruptly, the blade bit deeper, hitting the bone. Her lips parted and let out the scream of anguish–followed by the words Vampire Willow wanted to hear, "I am yours forever," pained and hateful.
"I knew you'd warm up to me," the redheaded vampiress smiled as she began to lick the blood from the slayer's cuts, "God, your blood is sweet! Other things must taste so much sweeter...I was gonna kill you fast." A pause, "But I think you're worth keeping around for a good, long, time."
No! Kennedy would rather die than live through what was about to happen. Still bound and helpless, she could do nothing but think 'Willow, how could you mess up so badly, how could you send me into this?' Her eyes darted to the darkly gleeful smile–and the look of knowing in the eyes of her lover's doppelganger. 'You did mess up, Willow? Didn't you? Didn't you?'
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