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Chapter Two: The Real Me

I woke up and Spike was sleeping on the floor beside me with his hand on my knee. He must have changed my clothes at some point during my slumber because I wasn't wearing my own clothes anymore. He had me in a long, black velvet dress with fishnet stockings and stiletto heels. I guess he thought when I woke up I might feel more daring. He was right, I did. I didn't feel particularly evil, though. Don't get me wrong. From the very first moment I wanted to go out to find someone I could drink. I didn't really want to hurt anybody, though. Just nibble from them a little. Spike started to stir and I knew that any minute he would wake up.

"Spike, wake up!" I called, shaking him. I didn't want to be alone. I had just become a vampire and I wanted to talk to someone about it.

Spike opened his eyes and looked at me. He took me into his arms, embracing me in a friendly manner. I hugged him back, smelling him as though I had never smelled anything before. This was the person who had created me. I felt brand new in his arms. I began to kiss him on the bottom of his earlobe, shocked by my behavior. It was strange at this point. I felt impulses and I acted on them, never feeling shame or insecurity. My body had never reacted to a man the way I was reacting to him.

"Spike, I want you," I whispered in his ear.

"Wait, Red," he said. "Is that what you think I created you for? Why do you think I made you a vampire?"

"To have a naughty little sex kitten?" I guessed, pouting.

"No. No, not at all!" He made this declaration feverishly as if I was completely off my rocker. "I made you because I wanted companionship. I wanted someone to love the way I loved Drusilla. I may be bad and I may be evil, but I feel!"

I laughed unmercifully at this earnest declaration. Love? Phooey. We were vampires, creatures of the night. I couldn't be roped into some sort of mopey love fest. I wanted to love him, but more importantly, I wanted to screw him. I stood up and straddled him sitting back down on top of him. Leaning over, I licked the tip of his earlobe. "What's the matter, Spikey? You scared you can't handle this?"

He growled into my ear as I tormented him. He pinned me down, licking my earlobe back. Then he began to nibble the tip of it making goose bumps break from underneath my skin. I wriggled beneath him, pulling his hair to bring him into a kiss. I kissed him deeply and, even as a vampire, I felt hot all over. I wanted him. He began to nibble my neck and I moaned deeply.

"Red, baby?" he panted into my ear.

"Yeah, Spike?" I panted back.

"I think"- he began in a deep voice that made my body twitch –"that you are the one who can't handle this."

Then he pushed me off of him and sat on the couch.

"Listen to me. You want to screw? I could do you in a way that would make the next five hundred years nothing more than you wanting me with every fiber of your undead body. Here's the thing, though, Red. I have had more vampire groupie sluts than I will ever be able to count. I want another kindred spirit. I can promise you that this will be worth waiting for, but if you can't wait, go find another cold crypt. I want to meet the real Willow."

I looked at him, seeing him for the first time. I threw my arms around him and whispered into his ear, "I can't wait to tell you all about me."

"What's your dream, Kitten?" he asked me.

I thought it over for a few minutes. I didn't know what I could do. It would be hard to have a career as a vampire. Psychologists are usually required to have daytime hours available. I could waitress at a diner somewhere, but as a vampire I had no need for money. I was still ambitious, even death can't change some things. I wanted to do something amazing with my unlife. I wanted to go wild, experience new things. I remembered my twin from the alternate reality, how I thought she was gay. Maybe I could make Spike and I a partner, a lover of the female persuasion.

"Okay Spike. I know what I want to do with my unlife. How do you feel about having two naughty kindred girlfriends?" I asked my new immortal beloved.

"Well, if I said no to that, I'd be a real wanker, wouldn't I?" he said.

"My dream . . . is to make the Slayer a vampire and bring her here to live with us."

TBC

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