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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: Thank you TJ for that observation about Angel/Angelus. I fixed that right away! I guess it does make sense that it would be Angel. And yeah, I was kind of hoping for more reviews for this piece but I think people just don't appreciate the darkness… le sigh… oh well. I wonder if Anne Rice had it this bad at first? I love this story though and so long as one other person out there loves it, I'm happy!
Chapter Four
"Willow! Xander! Get out here you two!" called a booming voice
Willow sat up with a start and Xander wiped his mouth clean of the red lipstick that Willow had adorned him with.
"Come on! You have to see this!"
Groaning, they both extricated their limbs from the other and made their way back into the main area of the Bronze. Xander looked over at the stripper who danced on the stage and the vampires, male and female, who drooled over her. She swayed to the music and the strobe lights played on her toned body. Her vampire fans below all stared at a single spot on her neck and salivated and growled. She was frightened. She should be. When those vamps got tired of her dancing, she was going to be providing a different kind of entertainment for them – something more in the food distribution field.
Xander wrapped his arm tighter around his girl and she melted into his touch.
A man in a suit lay strapped to the bar counter, trembling and sweating, with tears rolling down his face. His fat wallet hung out of his pocket but no one removed it. It probably had dozens of pictures of his wife and kids in it – he seemed like the white picket fence kind of guy.
"What's going on over here?" Xander asked.
"Kevin's gonna pull this guy's heart out and make him watch!" a newbie vampire informed him.
Willow looked at Xander devilishly.
"Well then," Xander began. "I'll just have to do Kevin one better then, won't I?"
"How are you gonna…"
Xander shoved his hand down the guy's throat until his arm was in up to the elbow. A crunching sound like wet cereal was heard throughout the place. His face twisted as he rammed his hand further into the man's esophagus trying to reach a little bit further. Suddenly, with a jolt, he pulled his arm out and held the man's heart above his head for all to see. The man coughed and convulsed. He stared wide-eyed at the monster who took his heart.
Xander passed it over to his love. Willow, with a Christmas morning smile, pierced it with her fangs and the man, not yet dead could only watch as she slurped and ripped at his draining life's blood.
A triumphant cry was released from the crowd of vampires. Silently, he died.
"Xander, baby, I'm going for a walk,"
"Need me to come with?"
"No,"
"Okay, but eat something before you come home,"
"Of course," Willow began to turn and ran her fingers over his leather jacket as she left.
"Will," Xander called. "Take your little mongrel too. She needs the exercise and the air will do her good. She's looking a little green,"
True enough, Faith was looking a little queasy. The smells of rotting flesh and fresh blood and made her stomach churn. She had already vomited over the side of the cage. Willow approached her.
"Aw," she cooed. "Is the puppy getting sick? We should get her outside," she opened the door to the cage and carried the girl out. Slipping a black collar and leash around her neck, the two went for a midnight stroll in the park.
The air out here was so much better. It had been so long since Faith had dared come outside at night that the cool night air was overwhelmingly refreshing. She breathed it in and held it as long as she could, before expelling it in a rolling mist of warm breath.
"What's your name?" Willow's innocent question quickly brought Faith out of her silent reverie.
"Faith," she answered although she didn't know why she told the vampire the truth – or why she answered her at all for that matter.
"Faith," Willow repeated, letting it linger on her tongue. Willow herself didn't know why she asked the question. It was a perfectly innocent question, but Willow preferred to name her pets herself. There were Polly, Hors d'oevre, Dipstick, and Numb Nuts – ah, Numb Nuts, what a good doggie. But, 'Faith', it was so simple, so perfect for the dark-haired girl walking next to her.
They sat on a bench in the park and Faith tried to contemplate a way to escape.
"You can't, you know,"
"What?"
"Escape," Willow filled in. "You know you can't escape."
"How do you do that?"
"Do what?"
"Keep reading my mind, I didn't know vamps were telepathic,"
"We're not,"
"Then how do you do it?"
"I don't know," Willow confessed. "I just look at you and I know what running through your mind. I just want to ease your mind,"
"A little hard to do when you kidnap me and drag me down to the Hell's Beach Party,"
"They won't hurt you,"
"No guarantees there,"
"They won't touch you,"
"Forgive me if I'm a little not convinced," she saw an expression cross the undead face that resembled hurt. But she disregarded it. Vampires didn't feel. They didn't get hurt. "What do you want with me?" she asked pointedly.
"I want to show you…" Willow leaned in close and took the girl's face in her hands. She maneuvered her body so she was facing Faith, then she took the girl's bottom lip between her teeth and kissed her passionately. "Pleasure,"
Faith couldn't escape. She couldn't get away.
"I want to show you…" Willow repeated. "Pain,"
Suddenly, it hurt. The vampire's hands had clamped down on her face and her lips became rough, her actions wanton.
Somebody save me…
Silently, she sends a prayer of salvation, knowing it would go unanswered but hoping that it wouldn't. She whimpered lowly, trying not to give the domineering vampire the pleasure of hearing her scream. She couldn't scream. She wouldn't scream.
Sounds of scuffling reached the vampire and her pet from across the park.
"What the hell?" Willow asked, the irritation evident in her voice.
Then Faith felt it. That tingle of hope down her spine. It was just an instinctual feeling, but she felt it. She felt linked. To someone? To something? She didn't know for certain, she only knew that something was happening, and this something may just be her means of escape.
The telltale poof sound of a dusting vampire played on the wind and reached Willow's demon enhanced ears.
"Let's go,"
Go? No, we can't go. Not now. Not when I'm so close to…
"Can't we stay a little longer? I mean it's so nice out here and…" but she was cut off as Willow dragged her back to the Bronze. Back to Hell.
Meanwhile,
Buffy Summers made her way through the dense foliage of the park, eyes roving, searching for something. She couldn't pinpoint it but she knew that she had to find whatever it was that was calling to her out here in the night. She heard it again, a little louder this time. It was a whimper. A sound so small and so broken that only a Slayer's ears could pick it up. She moved faster, tossing aside branches and leaves that were in her path. Something flashed in her mind. Fear. It was fear. But it wasn't hers.
Then it was gone. As quickly as it had come, it vanished.
Buffy shrugged her shoulders and returned to where she had left the old British man. This place could make a person crazy – forget the mystical convergence of the Hellmouth – if she kept hearing voices she was headed back to Cleveland. But she couldn't let it go. Someone was out there. Someone needed her.
Doesn't everyone? She thought sarcastically.
She turned and made her way back to the road.
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