The wind whipped through Wesley's brown hair as he sped down the highway in his stolen Cadillac. The sign which read 'Welcome to Sunnydale' could be read in the distance.

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"Are you sure you won't come over Will?" a pleading Oz Spoke.

"Yeah, I have an early class tomorrow, don't wanna risk sleeping in,"

"Well alright, call you tomorrow," he said then kissed her on the cheek.

Willow waved goodbye and began walking to her dorm when she heard a voice. She turned and saw an eerily familiar face, Buffy's old Watcher, Wesley standing before her.

"Wesley? Is…is that you?" she asked curiously, not to sure at what this man was doing back in Sunnydale after Buffy's harsh words and final goodbye to him and the Watcher's council.

Wesley tried desperately to hide an evil smirk as he played his little 'I'm a poor ex-Watcher' game with this young redhead. "Yes, it's me. Look I need your help with something."

"Do you want me to get Buffy?" Willow asked, a little intimidated by Wesley's sudden appearance.

"No, just follow me it's very important,"

Wesley led her to a deserted graveyard where he was sure he would have no slayer troubles. He began go grow hungry and was looking longingly at Willow's neck. So pale, so plain, it almost looked untouched. But from what he had seen earlier, Willow and Oz were still in a touching relationship.

"Nothing's changed, for now," Wes muttered to himself.

"What?" Willow asked.

"Oh nothing, just thinking out loud," Which more than true, Wes's mind was brewing up a plan this very moment. He would turn Willow, make her like him. What better way to make his presence noticed than to kill the slayer's best friend?

Willow spoke nervously, "Look whatever it is you need help with, I'm sure it can wait until tomorrow, you know, when it's less…dark," She gulped at the last word.

"Oh I don't think I can wait that long," the vampire's voice sounded.

Willow looked all around her, growing more and more scared by the second. Wesley was nowhere to be seen, although hearing him was a different story. His voice seemed to be everywhere. "I'm right here Willow," it spoke.

"I-I think I should go," she said in a quiet yet frightened tone.

She darted forward but was stopped by Wesley, now looking clearly like a vampire. She opened her mouth to scream, but was stopped by Wesley's firm, strong hand covering her.

"I don't think that'll be necessary," he spoke with a sickly evil smile. He lifted his head backwards, then plunged his teeth down into her neck.

Bite

Blood

Drink

Her heart began to slow, he tore open his wrist and forced it to her mouth. She drank without words, only the faint knowledge that what she was doing wasn't right, but there was nothing she could do. All she felt was the red, salty liquid sliding down her throat. There was feeling, then thoughts…then black.