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Chapter Three: Making Friends

Willow contemplated the doorknob in front of her as if it were a foreign object. Spike had told her not to be concerned. The dorm room had been her residence, too, so she would have no trouble biting the Slayer as she slept. Still, willow couldn't help but be afraid. Buffy had always been her friend in life, but willow knew that Buffy thought of herself as superior. She was strong, but willow had magick powers. There were spells she had worked on that could give her accelerated responses and boost her strength- besides, it was never going to actually boil down to fighting. Willow was just going to sneak in, lean over Buffy's beautifully toned body, and give her a little nibble. Who knows, maybe that little tart would even like it. She opened the door quietly.

Buffy was laying there in her bed, all the covers kicked off due to the excitement of the last couple nights. She was holding Mr. Gordo in her arms and looked so vulnerable and childlike. She was wearing a nightie- one Willow had never seen. She had probably bought it with hopes of showing it off to Riley. It was a pale blue, lacy number- nothing too revealing although it was very short. Willow felt an odd stirring inside of her as she leaned down to feed off the Slayer.

It was delicious. Spike had told her that Slayer blood was like ambrosia, that t gave you a rush and that it caused a craving that lasted the rest of your unlife, but Willow hadn't been prepared for this. It was like mahogany and honey- deep and earthy, yet sensual and shockingly sweet. Hell, this was better than chocolate. She drank deeper, unable to restrain herself in her amateur state. 'This is my first,' she thought, 'I'm just now a vamp and the first taste of blood I get is from a Slayer.'

She stopped drinking and realized that Buffy was awake, staring at her with a surprisingly serene expression. She gazed back, wondering why Buffy wasn't trying to stop her. With almost no pain, Willow opened her own veins, right across her pale, thin wrist, and fed the Slayer her crimson blood. Buffy drank with no resistance. Willow watched her drink and felt content.

"Willow?" Buffy said. "I knew someone was going to get me eventually. I'm just glad it was you."

The beautiful blonde died with those words. Even though willow knew she would rise again like so many before her, she couldn't help shedding a tear. She lifted Buffy off the bed and carried her down to the sewers. She would take her home and let her rest. Willow had realized something about half way through the act- she was making history. She had read the Watcher journals over the years- no one had ever turned a slayer before. They had been killed, of course, but no one had ever actually made one a vampire. Willow had made history.

When she arrived at the crypt, she found that spike seemed very relieved to see her. He took Buffy from her arms and lay her down onto the couch. Then he turned to Willow and embraced her tightly.

"My childe," he said. "I knew that you would be special, but I will admit that I doubted this could be done. You were new and she's the Slayer. I was worried."

Willow laughed and kissed Spike on the cheek. She was happy that she had turned the Slayer, happy that she had done something amazing, and happy that Spike had worried about her. She was excited about her new life. The Slayer was hers. She was going to take such good care of her new family. They were going to have so much fun, killing and fighting. She looked up at Spike and said softly, "I think I know who will be next on my list, Dear Heart."

"Oh, yeah? Who?"

"The Watcher and the boy. Buffy's little side-kicks."

Spike smiled at her, nodding at the brilliance of it all. "Now, shall we kill them or turn them, Pet?"

"Well, Xander has to go. I couldn't stand him for all eternity. The watcher, though . . . well, he might be useful."

"But Pet, he's so dull."

"Well, my Love, let's just kill him then."

TBC