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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.

A/N: Hey, it's TruMagick again. Just wanted to say thank you to all those who review. It really gives a writer that extra boost of confidence to post the next chapter. Also, to all those who are reading this story, please, please, please review, even if it's just to say something small. This is only the second story I've ever posted so all the encouragement helps. I'm aiming for 10 reviews before I post Chapter 4 and after this chapter… you're gonna want to know what happens next! Much luv.

Chapter Three

She had escaped. She had stared two vampires in their beady little yellow eyes and she was still alive. A small incredulous smile spread across her face as the realization that she was indeed alive washed over her body.

"Oh, God…"

"I told you, pet," called a voice that was way too close for comfort. "He can't help you. He has nothing to do with it."

Faith's eyes widened in horror and her mouth was agape in a silent scream as the demonic beauty in black and red stepped out of the shadows of her apartment.

"Please," Faith began. "Don't."

Willow smiled. Then she pounced like the predator that she was.

Will it hurt? Faith thought silently in the microseconds it took Willow to cross the distance between them. I'm only seventeen years old. I don't want to die.

Then everything went black.

"Willow, baby, you're sure this is what you want?"

"Oh, yes," she said as she cradled the unconscious figure of Faith in her arms.

Faith awoke on a bed of velvet pillows. She stretched a little and rubbed her eyes. Her hand traveled down the side of her face to the back of her neck. Then she stopped. Her fingers crossed two puncture wounds on the side of her throat.

"No… oh no,"

"Relax, baby. I just got a little hungry on the way home," Willow explained when she saw the pained expression on the other girl's face. "You're not dead."

Faith sat up straight and reflexively jumped away from the vampire woman, but she didn't get very far as her back crashed against the metal bars on the other side of her cage. Cage?

She was wide-awake now and she took in everything around her. The pillows. The cage. The empty pool tables across the room. The fifty or so pairs of starving eyes that attacked her from outside her confines.

The Bronze.

And all of it inhabitants were circled around her hanging cage eyeing her hungrily like she was a T-bone steak on parade. Which in this case… wasn't a total overstatement.

"Damn, Willow" said a young looking vampire that was practically salivating on her. "You always get the prime kills."

"Yeah," said another, bigger, burlier looking vampire. Then he looked right at her. "Hey there, sexy,"

He reached out a giant, undead hand to caress her cheek and she closed her eyes at the contact. Then she heard a disgusting crack and ripping of flesh that made her cringe and tremble. A silence possessed the room suddenly and Faith opened her eyes.

The big Hell's Angel vampire was gone. Well, not gone, exactly. His head had been twisted 180 degrees around and now it hung limply from an untorn chunk of skin. He blinked a couple of times but he couldn't say anything, since his windpipe wasn't exactly where it should have been. It was horrible. Faith stared at the cleaved stump of a neck and couldn't remove her eyes. The flesh had been torn, not sliced, so it hung in ragged chunks. The spinal cord was visible through the crimson mess. Then he exploded, finally, into a pool of ashes, as his brain finally registered that his body no longer had a head.

"No one touches her," a voice growled menacingly, insanely.

Faith looked over to see Willow scanning the crowd for anyone who might have something stupid to retort. She found none.

Instantly, the spell was broken and the residents of the Bronze returned to their previous activities – shooting pool, drinking, smoking, and toying with prey.

Willow was gone too. Faith almost wanted to thank her for rescuing her from the vampire. Almost. Then, of course, she remembered that Willow was one of the vampires she needed rescuing from. Again, finding herself alone, Faith curled up and closed her eyes. She couldn't watch what was going on around her. People were dying horrible deaths and vampires were loving it.

Xander had stolen his Willow away. He had to. She would have destroyed every vampire in the place and not even batted an eye. Then they would have had to start all over again raising their vampire army. She was unstoppable when she wanted to be. She was a demon if there ever was one. She was a death dealing Goddess. But more importantly, she was his.

Now they were on the dance floor/feeding ground of the Bronze. He had grabbed her and forced her over here. Now they were together. Their bodies melted into one being as he forced their flesh together as close as physically possible. He needed to feel her. Needed to feel his Willow. The music washed over their bodies and through their demonic auras and they basked in it. They reveled in the freedom and the peace. They could do anything they wanted and the Master would smile and give them his blessing.

That was power.

As humans they had been outcasts since preschool. Outcasts together. But two loners don't make a clique. Now they were together. Forever. And they were unstoppable.

He dipped his head down to take the tip of her ear between his lips.

"You know you can't keep killing our brethren whenever it pleases you," he said in a low voice.

"I thought you liked to please me," she countered as she snaked a hand into his unruly black locks.

"You know I do,"

"Then why the concern-y face?"

"Just don't get too attached to this new pet of yours, Will. I know you. You hug them and cuddle them till they die. Then you wonder why."

"Maybe," she offered playfully. "You're just jealous because I haven't hugged and cuddled you,"

"Possibly,"

"Don't worry, baby," her hands seemed to snake, of their own accord, around his body and downwards.

"Hands, Will," he chastised. "Not here."

"No fun," she whined again. "Somewhere else then?"

"Possibly,"

She claimed his mouth then, hard and unyieldingly, and she devoured his tongue, exploring that which she already knew from memory.

"Somewhere else, now," he commanded.

She just smiled knowingly.

They found themselves in a back room of the Bronze, still kissing, still licking, and still biting each other fervently.

Xander pushed his girl up against the metal bars of one of the holding cells and she smiled against him.

"Easy tiger, you're hurting me,"

"Oh, you love it,"

"Yeah, I guess I do,"

A whimper from behind caused them to pause their ministrations.

"Oh, puppy's sad that he doesn't get to play with us,"

"Well, we should show him what he's missing," Xander said with a devilish glint in his eyes as he proceeded to untie Willow's black corset and run his cool hands over her tight flesh.

Angel whimpered again.

And Willow met it with a moan of her own.

Soon, the vampires' love making sounds had drowned out any protests of the prisoner behind them.

A/N: Spicy, n'est-ce pas? Reviews loved and begged for! Can you see, I'm on my knees? And Faith! What shall happen to poor Faithy?