Anything To Live
by weasleywheezes
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything in the Jossverse. Please don't sue me. Thanks.
She bit into the peach, sucked the firm, juicy flesh, and then tossed it away. Good practice, she thought. Its firmness mimicked the human body, and although the nectar of the fruit was much sweeter, she knew she would soon come to regard blood as such. She looked at herself in the mirror. She was already pale because of her illness. Not that it would matter.
She pulled her hair back, studied her neck closely. She would turn her back on everything she knew, even Buffy. A risky wager, but she had no other choice.
Tonight, Joyce would be turned.
