Play Now?

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.

A/N: Reviews welcome and cherished! This story is dark but funny and interesting. Please review!

Chapter Two

Daytime.

That twelve-hour period each day that made her want to cringe and curse the sun. It was so boring. Most of their kind were sleeping now, counting sheep and dreaming little vampire dreams, but not her. They didn't need to sleep, not physically, but they would probably die of boredom if they didn't sleep during the lethal hours of daylight.

It was the only time those little mortal cattle could go about their shadows of lives without the fear of being Hunted. They went to school and work. They shopped and ate. She smiled just a little and licked her lips. One day she would have that cute little White Hat boy, Oz was his name, she had heard the big British man call him that. There was just something about him that was almost feral… and she was dying to find out what it was.

"Willow, baby, you should get some rest," said a voice beside her.

"But I'm not tired," she whined. "I wanna play."

"Then go play with that… what's his name… Angel bastard," he said as he turned over on the bed and promptly forgot about her.

"I have a better idea," she said as a wicked grin formed on her shapely lips.

They told her to wait until sundown to Hunt, but she wanted to play, now. The sun's rays were deadly, she knew, but boredom was deadly too, in a slower way. Willow knew she had to spice up life all the time – how else could you stand eternity? She had to bring in the fun. If she couldn't Hunt in the light, she would go to the darker parts of Sunnydale and see what she could find.

Faith yawned and looked at the digital clock on the nightstand next to the bed. It was already seven in the morning. That knowledge woke her up much faster than the cup of coffee she was planning on and she moved quickly but silently around the room gathering her clothing that was strewn unceremoniously on the floor. She never stayed this late. She looked over at the guy that was still sleeping soundly on the bed, a contented smile on his rugged features. What was his name? Ron? Carter? Something like that.

Then she turned and looked at the apartment she was in. it had a certain simplicity about it that screamed "poor-but-hopeful" but she didn't mind. At least his place was clean. And had sheets which was more than she could say for… most of the guys she ended up with. She had met him at a party last night, one of those "private" affairs that required an invitation, or the lack of said invite would hopefully keep vamps at bay. Of course, five drinks later she couldn't remember which party that had been – but that was the point, wasn't it; she couldn't remember.

She finished clothing herself and exited the apartment feeling even dirtier than when she had come in, if that was possible.

It was cold outside. Almost south Boston cold, she told herself. And she wrapped her slender arms around her lithe frame.

What the hell am I still doing in SunnyHell, she thought silently and pushed away the few strands of dark auburn hair that strayed into her face.

Beautiful.

That was the only word that sprang to the stalking vampire's mind as she watched the girl making her way down the street. The sun still shone, but not as bright as it did in the uptown portions of Sunnydale. It seemed as if the prevailing thoughts of despair and self-loathing had been absorbed into the surrounding atmosphere and darkened the place.

Willow unconsciously licked her lips in anticipation as she stared hungrily from the shadows at the oblivious beauty that walked unsuspectingly down the street. There was just something about her that screamed… Darkness. That one would be hers.

"Don't you have someone to walk you home?" she asked from the confines of her dark corner of relative safety.

"Huh? I'm fine thank you," the dark-haired beauty replied casually.

"You never know what kind of… creatures are stalking out here,"

"In broad daylight? I'll take my chances," Faith said although the red head was beginning to freak her out. Was she honestly being concerned or was she actually hitting on her?

"Cute,"

"Excuse me?"

"You. Cute,"

"Uh, thanks, I think." Yeah. Definitely hitting on her. She decided she had better get clear of the lurking figure, so she moved away a little bit faster.

In the darkness of the alcove, Willow watched the figure of the spooked girl receding into the distance. Again, she ran her tongue over her lips.

"Play now?" she asked the nothingness around her and without receiving an answer, went to Hunt this new prey.

Some people just don't understand 'No' when they hear it, Faith thought as she continued down the street. Which part of 'No' is she having trouble with? The N or the O? She laughed inwardly at her attempted humor. She whirled on her stalker.

"Look I don't appreciate you following…" but she was alone on the street. "I must finally be going insane,"

But that nagging feeling was still there. That feeling that she was being watched – being followed. That feeling that she was in danger. That feeling that something evil was near. She had been able to sense things since she was small and she had learned to trust her instincts.

She chanced glances behind her, but she remained alone. All alone. Suddenly, the street looked all too big and isolated. It seemed too dark and too open. No place to run. No place to hide. No one to hear you scream.

"You're right you know," Faith turned at the sound of the same singsong voice from earlier. The voice of insanity. "This street is too dark,"

"I never said it was…" Faith began.

"And there is no one around to hear you scream," Willow continued. "No one at all."

Her leather-encased frame sprang from the shadows suddenly to reveal the maniacal grin that had formed on her supernaturally attractive features.

"But, please," she said. "Scream for me anyway."

"Wh… what do you want from me?" the swagger in her voice was gone and was replaced with something more akin to fear.

"Just your soul,"

"You're crazy…"

"Yeah, I get that a lot."

"What are you, some kind of vampire Familiar?"

"Eew. A vampire cabana girl? I don't think so,"

"So you're a…?"

"Yup. The real thing," she said smugly. "How are your chances looking now?"

"You can't be… Sunlight…" Faith fumbled for an explanation.

"You want me to prove it to you?" she asked. Faith watched as her face contorted to a hideous version of the dark angel she had beheld earlier.

"Oh my…"

"God?" Willow asked contemptuously. "He has nothing to do with it."

Then she was on her prey. Wrapping her slender, cold arms around the girl and inhaling the delicious blend of strength and fear, she licked her way from her shoulder to her neck leaving a telltale trail of desire.

"Willow, baby," crooned a deep, sensual voice from behind her. "What the hell are you doing out here?"

"Xander," she recognized with a hint of childish excitement. As Xander's presence distracted Willow for a second, Faith pushed away from her and put a small amount of distance between her and the vamps.

Faith looked back and forth between the two demons shrouded and hidden in the darkness.

"That one," Willow told him as she pointed towards Faith. "I want that one," she whined.

Xander sighed long and exhaustedly then shook his head and rubbed his fingers over his temples.

"Whatever. If it will make you happy," he turned on the girl in full Game Face and snarled, fangs dripping with saliva and breath tainted with breakfast. "Let's get this over with so I can get back to my nap."

That was it. Faith wasn't about to become brunch for some rule-bending vamps that couldn't wait till sundown to chow. She ran. She ran for all she was worth; out of the alley, down the street, around the corner, past the liquor store, and across the park. The whole time she could feel their teeth on her neck and their fingers across her skin. She had to get home. Home was safest. That was the only place she would be safe.

"Xander…" Willow whimpered.

"I know, I know," he cooed. "But what fun is it if we catch them without a chase." Then, he threw a pothole across the street and jumped feet-first into the sewer. With a knowing smile, Willow followed.

"You always know how I like it, baby,"

A/N: Any thoughts? I love reviews of all kinds and I'd love to know your thoughts on how this story should continue. Yes, Faith is actually my fave character so we'll see what happens to her. Chapter 3 can be posted early with the aid of reviews :hint:hint: