Disclaimer: You know the drill, Mutant Enemy and Joss own Buffy, she's not mine. . .

Chapter Four: Useful

Willow patrolled the dark, dank alley hoping that she would run across Giles. She had been watching him for days- ever since she and Buffy went "missing" Giles had been searching for them. She couldn't wait to sink her teeth into him and every moment that passed she got a little itchier for the taste of sticky, sweet blood. She had decided that she wouldn't kill Giles- he was too useful. Spike hated him, but Willow was going to teach Spike that, when people are very useful, you think with your head not your teeth.

That was a lesson very few ever learned when they belonged to the vamp community.

"Shoot," Willow thought. "He's never going to show up! I guess I'll try his place."

Willow began walking towards Giles's place in the hopes of finding him there engaged in some studious activity. She had always been attracted to the watcher; his quiet way of stuttering when flustered had always charmed her. The truth was, she had loved the watcher in her mortal life and, in her immortal life, she wanted to claim him.

She reached his home and, though she knew she could not enter, she peered in through the windows. He was there; he was sitting on his couch reading a book. She couldn't make out the title, but she could tell that it was- surprise, surprise- very old. She went to the door and pounded as though her life depended on it.

" Giles come out quick!" she screamed. "It's Buffy, she's hurt!"

Giles ran outside and grabbed Willow in his arms. He looked at her as if he had never seen her before.

"Did you think you could lure me out and I wouldn't see you, Willow? You have been vamped."

Willow rolled her eyes and grabbed Giles baring her teeth at him. She tried to go for his neck, but he struggled. She punched him hard across the face, hoping to cause him enough pain to get her bearings. She went in for his neck as he doubled over in pain. She got a scrape across his neck, but didn't have time to sink her teeth in before he pulled a cross from his robe.

"Damn!" she screamed, withdrawing quickly from his grasp. She backed away slowly. "Giles, you think you beat me? I may not have been able to beat you because I'm new, but I have friends. Giles, wait until you see the powerful group of friends I have."

As she ran off, willow felt glee instead of disgust. Yes, she had lost. She wasn't proud of losing. She was, however, very proud that her comment would get Giles all revved up. He would be researching and hunting, trying to find out who her powerful friends were. When Giles found out that Buffy, his very own Slayer, had turned into one of the vamps that would be responsible for ending his mortal life. . .Giles was going to feel very sorry indeed.

"Spike?" Buffy asked hesitantly. "Where's Willow?"

"Oh, never fear Pet." He answered. "She has just gone out to have a little fun with the Watcher and your little wanker friend, Xander. She'll be home soon."

"Home? I don't understand. She lives here with you?"

"Yes Kitten. In fact, so do you from now on. You see, I bit Willow, but she wanted to satisfy her gay thing or what have you, so we are going to be a happy little family of squirrels."

"Oh."

Buffy looked around the crypt. She felt strange, like everything around her was much brighter than it had ever been. She felt free and wild- she was ready for action.

"Spike? I'm gonna go help Will."