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Summary: Vamps Willow and Xander were living large in the Wishverse before the Slayer came and interrupted their fun. Find out just what exactly kept these two entertained… A sexy, intriguing, sometimes grotesque, and always devilishly amusing account of their exploits. Complements my other story "Perfect Strangers" please read.
Rating: M
Character Pairings: Vamp Willow x Vamp Xander… obviously… and some implied Vamp Willow x Faith
Warning: Some of the topics within this story are mature and contain dark themes including, but not limited to, torture and death resulting from the psychotic minds of the undead.
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all characters and ideas related to the show are property of Joss Whedon and others. I own nothing but my computer… and I'm still paying for that.
Chapter One
"This is the part that's less fun when there isn't any screaming…" –Vampire Willow
The air around her was heady and thick with the scent of fear and something else more pungent, like ammonia. It had to be urine. She didn't think the guy would piss his pants so quickly. She had only been chasing him for about 90 seconds. But she guessed she had that effect on guys.
Mortal guys, she thought wickedly. Stupid mortal guinea pigs.
She continued her rapid saunter through the alleyway following his scent like a predator on a leash as she tried to refrain from just taking him down then and there. She was hungry but she promised to wait. They tasted better if they could feel their own impending death looming over them. She liked it when she gave them the inkling of hope before tearing out their throats.
Her boots made a resounding clacking sound on the pavement and she allowed herself the briefest of smiles as she watched the high school quarterback chance petrified glances behind him. He was running full-out, but was putting no distance between himself and the dark beauty behind him.
He could see the lust in her eyes. His body forced him to run but somewhere deep within his subconscious mind was a little voice that told him to stay. He ignored it, this trick of his mind, but it kept telling him that maybe it would be better in her arms… between her breasts… on her lips.
It was just a trick.
He kept running.
Turning to look behind him again, he saw that she was no longer giving chase. But he didn't stop. Not yet. He could still feel her icy presence somewhere near. He looked up at the rooftops that towered over him and pierced the inky black skyline. She was there.
Willow clawed her way up the side of a building and made her way across the rooftops, silently. Then he saw her. The look in his eyes was priceless. She loved his eyes. She wanted to stare into those eyes for eternity. Well, maybe not eternity but at least until his dying breath, which wasn't quite so long term. She wasn't real big with commitment.
The alleyway stank with the odor of ripe corpses, which really just served to increase her hunger, so she opted for the rooftops. This chase wasn't over just yet.
Diving off of the roof, the lacy crimson accents to her leather ensemble billowed lightly in the cool evening air. She landed just a few feet in front of the terrified boy. Putting on the brakes, he skidded to a semi-stop and tried to turn back and retrace his steps. Willow just stood there.
He couldn't see her any longer when he turned the corner into the open street. Then he ran into something… or someone. A dark haired teenaged boy with light complexion and a dark jacket helped him up.
"You okay?" he asked. The quarterback just nodded. "Great. Come on then, this way."
He followed without question, never noticing the way the light from the street lamps fell on this new person's pale skin or the dark circles under his eyes.
Then he was in another alley. Or the same alley. Or the exact same alley…
"Hey, I don't think that this is…" the gurgling sound of his own blood as it rushed over his neck and filled his windpipe interrupted his protestation. His hands went to his throat on impulse but he knew it was too late. He could feel the missing chunk of flesh from his neck and gallons of hot, fresh blood that ran over his fingers and down his chest.
He stared in horror at the two vampires that stood before him. The male one ran his bloodied fingers in his mouth to clean them and the female one, his previous assailant, had her arms wrapped protectively around the other. They looked at him lovingly, watching him gasping for breath and clinging to life.
"You…" he managed to rasp out but it didn't sound like much more than a gargle.
"Go ahead, baby. After all, this was your hunt,"
"Thank you, Xander," she said with a smile on her lips. Then she walked over to the dying boy and licked at the flowing blood. She lapped at the gushing crimson life force and ran her tongue over the boy's taut chest then up to his lips. She kissed him, all the while starring into those eyes she had so loved before. He tasted his own metallic blood. He tasted her. She was sweet, like poison. Then he fell. Moments of his life crept into his mind's eye but mostly all he saw were moments of his death. The chase. The fear. The pain. The betrayal. The kiss. The hate.
Willow stood, not wanting to get the blood all over her outfit. Blood stains were hell on leather. It dripped from her mouth and her neck and her hands and her chest… and it was driving Xander crazy.
"Isn't it weird how Hunting always makes you horny and more hungry?" she said to him as she licked absently at the crimson on her fingers.
"You have no idea," he said as he scooped her quickly into his powerful arms and ravaged her clean with his eager tongue.