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Summary: Drusilla's request throws Spike for a loop; now there're fledglings in the warehouse wearing the faces of the Slayer and her best friend. "I want the pretty sunshine. Will you make her for me?"

Setting: AU from 'Halloween' (Season 2, Episode 6).

Rating: M

Pairings: Initial Sprusilla, eventual Spuffy.

Genre: Supernatural/Romance

Sunshine to Moonlight

Chapter Three

Buffy and Willow got along better than they had before being sired. They shared a room and enjoyed the constant fawning of their grandsire – they liked to hunt together, since they both got such pleasure out of watching each other kill. They'd only been on three hunts together in as many weeks, and Spike had learnt that it was best to keep them separate if they wanted to have the whole group come back alive; hence the mostly separate hunting. Their styles just did not mesh, despite the fact that they got along so well.

In quiet, Willow was a little jealous of Buffy. In life, she'd overshadowed her as Buffy the Vampire Slayer; preternaturally strong and positively glowing with confidence and sexuality. Now, in death, she was still overshadowed by Buffy the Vampire – she had visions, respect amongst the vamps who were more than five times her age, and the favour of both their resident Master Vampire and his partner. Spike never looked at Willow more than twice.

That was okay, though. Willow was beginning to dabble in the Black Arts, with Drusilla's encouragement. She was getting to be a pretty good witch after a few weeks; she wasn't able to immolate at will – yet – but had thrown a few lower-powered spells at some of the other vampires with Dru's blessing. They'd kill a human if she put enough energy into them, but just watching some of the older vampires dance around with a glob of muck on their faces was fun. It'd suffocate a human.

Spike had finally granted Buffy and Willow permission to go out as a two-vampire team, rather than the normal three to four. They'd both whinged at Drusilla until she'd practically ordered him to let them go. They were strong enough, she'd said, and would likely have more fun if they were with people that they liked… and the kill always tasted better when you were having fun. Plus, they knew the library with the book that they needed for her cure.

As soon as it got dark, they emerged from the sewers in front of Sunnydale High School. The halls were deserted as they walked through them, laughing at the 'HAVE YOU SEEN THIS GIRL?' posters with Willow's face on them plastered across just about every surface. They'd be plastered over with other faces soon enough; she was just another Sunnydale High student that disappeared under mysterious circumstances.

They were almost to the library when a glow from a nearby classroom caught Buffy's attention. Nudging Willow in the side, she jerked her head in the direction of the door. With Willow's nod, they crept up to it and peered inside, spying Jenny Calendar typing away at the computer.

"Y'know, the Watcher'll be in the library…" Buffy drawled, unconcerned, as they watched her.

"…and if we wanna avoid getting dusted…" Willow continued, catching on.

"…what better way to do it than with his girlfriend between us and a crossbow bolt?" Buffy snickered. Peering around, they confirmed that the only other signs of life in the building were in the library down the hall. With a look at each other and a nod, Buffy pushed open the door and grinned as Jenny's head snapped around to face them. The fear that painted itself there was delicious.

Buffy licked her lips. "Hullo, Jen." She purred.

The teacher scrambled to her feet and backed away slowly, almost tripping over a folder on the floor behind her. Buffy was aware of Willow advancing behind her, cutting off the other side of the room to prevent escape. Jenny's eyes snapped back and forth between them. "Buffy, Willow—"

"Scream and we'll snap your pretty little neck and be long gone before the others get here." Willow warned with flashing eyes.

Buffy's almost-friendly grin faded into a sultry smile. "If you're a good little kitty, you might get to live." She finally cornered her in the back of the room, reaching up and grasping the teacher's arm, pulling her forward and spinning her around so that she was able to hold her against her body. With an arm across Jenny's middle, she effectively anchored her arms and held her in a vice grip that she wasn't going to get out of any time soon. With her other hand, she brushed her hair back and traced patterns on her neck. "Got it?"

Jenny nodded, close to hyperventilation. Buffy had clapped her free hand over her mouth and was tugging her, unresisting, to the door when Willow called out. "Stop!"

Buffy froze, looking back. "What is it?"

Willow gave Jenny a glare. "This." She said, tapping the monitor.

Inching closer, Buffy frowned. "'The ritual of restoration'." She read off the screen. "Now, why don't I like the sound of that?" She asked Jenny almost conversationally, not caring that Jenny couldn't talk around her hand. "Delete it." She ordered Willow, tightening her grip on Jenny's arm.

They watched as Willow typed a little, before the screen went curiously blank. The redheaded vampire then pushed the whole computer off the table and kicked it across the room. Buffy snickered at the noise it made, ordering Willow to hurry up and leaving the room to march the terrified teacher toward the Library.

Giles and Xander were alone in the Library. Angel had left to go patrolling, not being able to stand being cooped up inside, knowing that the Hellmouth had no guardian. Giles had been contacting the Watcher's Council on and off for the last few weeks, trying to get them to transfer the new Slayer to Sunnydale. They'd agreed that the Hellmouth needed a guardian, and the Slayer would be on her way within the next week; a prophet that worked for the Jamaican girl's Watcher had predicted some dark force descending on them soon.

Xander was trying to study for a test that he had the next day, and help Giles attempt to identify the 'dark power' so that they could help the Slayer when she arrived. They weren't getting very far; all the prophecies that Giles had dug up weren't due yet. Angel hadn't had any ideas either, since the only real threats out there at the present time were Spike and his gang.

At the crashes down the hall, both men jumped about a foot in the air. Looking at each other, they both privately arrived to the same conclusion; getting to their feet, they rushed toward the book cage and fumbled with a pair of crossbows. By time they were finished, the two vampires and the human woman they held captive were already in the room. The leather that the two of them wore shined dimly in the artificial light.

"Don't move." Buffy purred at them. "I see a bolt on either one of those crossbows, Teach here gets it." She tightened her grip across the woman's middle, making her whimper.

"What are you doing here?" Giles asked, his eyes on Jenny. He couldn't bring himself to look up at the pale faces of the two girls that he'd come to love as daughters. His guilt at his perceived failure to protect them forbade it. Xander, however, stared at them in horror. Willow had cut her hair to her shoulders and both of them were wearing tight leather pants and black shirts. Their faces were painted darkly, making the paleness of their skin even more striking.

"You have something we want." Willow drawled, waltzing forward and slamming the cage closed. She gave them a saccharine smile as she closed the padlock; they could see the keys plainly on the hook behind the reception desk. She gave a feline growl as Giles pressed a cross to the bars of the cage, recoiling away from it. "Naughty, naughty, Giles." She drawled. "We wouldn't want Buffy to have to kill poor Miss Calendar, would we?"

"Okay…" Giles dropped the cross. "All right. What do you want?"

Buffy held Jenny firmly. "Go get it, Wil. I got this lot under control."

"You sure?" She asked in fake concern.

Buffy pressed her nose into Jenny's neck and inhaled deeply. As much as she enjoyed the scent of the teacher's blood, the sound of the three heartbeats increasing in rate was music to her ears. It made both vampires practically salivate. "Positive." She laughed. She could feel the shiver that ran through Jenny's body at the sound.

"Alrightey, then." Willow shrugged, turning her back in what could have possibly been a galling display of confidence, had Buffy not held Jenny in her grasp.

"How could you do this, Buff?" Xander's voice was small.

"How could I do what?" Buffy blinked in pseudo innocence. "How could I hold Jen like this? It's easy."

Xander ignored Giles' shushing motions, intent on trying to reach his friend at a basic level. "Buffy, you're the protector of the innocent… how can you kill people like that?"

Buffy chuckled again. "'Protector of the innocent'! Xander, all Slayers are monsters at heart, just waiting for an excuse to get their pesky little souls to be taken away." She practically choked over her laughter, sobering up as Jenny began to attempt to wriggle out of her grip. "None of that." She tightened her hold once more, delighting in the whimpers. "We're free, Xander. Me 'n' Wil. We're strong, and young, and immortal. Plus, no guilt, which is always a plus."

"But you're hurting innocent people!" He protested.

Buffy smirked. "And therein lies the fun."

"Got it." Willow came back from the back room, the Du Lac Manuscript in her hands. "Let's blow this Popsicle stand."

"Let's." Buffy agreed, walking backward. "We'll let dear ol' Jenny go when we get outside." She faked a sigh. "And here I was, enjoying catching up. We'll see you boys sooner or later." She batted her eyelashes at them as they reached the door. She swung around and marched Jenny through them, the three of them disappearing from sight.

"So, so they'll let her go and she'll come let us out, right?" Xander asked timidly after a few moments of silence.

"Let us hope so." Giles murmured, with a sinking feeling in his gut. He didn't believe for a moment that they would let her go, but he hoped.

Outside, Buffy and Willow paused. Jenny's heart and breathing rate was at an all-time high, and she reeked of fear. Now that they were out of the school and had what they came for, they had no reason to hold on to her.

"Y'know, Jenny," Buffy sighed, taking her hand off her mouth and twisting her fingers in the older woman's hair. "If it weren't for that pesky spell, we'd have let you go."

"Speak for yourself, Buff." Willow snorted. "I'm hungry."

"Please…" Jenny's voice was weak.

Buffy shrugged, dropping her hair and beginning to trace patterns on her throat. "Mmm, me too." She admitted. "And, since we can't leave her walking around with the knowledge of the curse, we should probably deal with it." She grinned at her partner. "We can have ourselves a little snack before getting that book to Spike, don't'cha think?"

Willow was already in game face. "After you." Her voice took a sinister guttural tone.

Buffy relished in the feeling of the cartilage on her face shifting as she let the demon out to play. Covering Jenny's mouth just as she began to scream, Buffy bit into one side of her throat, while Willow bit into the other. There wasn't enough blood in her to satisfy both girls. It took just a few minutes to completely drain her before Buffy flung the carcass to the ground, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Still hungry." Willow pouted with human lips, pulling away.

Buffy frowned as her human face slipped back on. "Me too." She admitted. "C'mon. We can get that thing back to the factory and then go out and get some dinner."

Angel knew there was something wrong the moment he got back to the school. The scent of blood and death was all around the front doors; he found Jenny lying on the ground, reeking of Buffy and Willow. He rolled the teacher onto her back, seeing the vacant eyes and slack jaw, feeling how cold she was; she'd been dead for several hours.

Fearing the worst, he tore through the school and burst into the library, scaring the two men in the cage. Striding over, he pulled on the gate, trying to rip it off at the hinges. "The keys are behind the counter." Giles told him in a small, frightened voice.

Striding across the room and retrieving said keys, he returned and freed them. "Buffy and Willow." He said grimly. "They were here."

Giles nodded. "They left some time ago, I'm afraid."

"You didn't dust them." Angel observed.

"We couldn't." Xander admitted. "Buffy had Miss Calendar. They were gonna kill her if we… where is she…?" He asked weakly, a little naïve.

Angel shook his head gravely. "She's outside. They killed her. I'm sorry."

Giles groaned and sank into a chair at the table; he cradled his head in his hands. Xander slid down the side of the wall, staring blankly. "They said they'd let her go…" he said weakly.

"What did they come here for?" Angel demanded. "Spike would have to value them. He wouldn't let them come here on a whim."

"A book." Giles murmured. "They took a book."

"What book?"

"I don't bloody well know!" Giles roared, snapping his head up to glare at the vampire, tears evident on his face. "We've just lost yet another friend, Angel. Please allow us a moment of grace to collect our bearings."

Angel sighed. "I'm sorry." He sat across from Giles, staring down at the tabletop. "I should have stayed tonight. I shouldn't have gone patrolling."

"It's not your fault. Someone needs to be patrolling until the new Slayer arrives." Giles said weakly, wiping his cheeks with the back of his hand. "Where is Je—where is she?"

"In the gardens by the front door." Angel shook his head. "They drained her and left her there."

"They said they'd let her go!" Xander roared in anguish and anger, tossing a box of papers across the room. There was something satisfying in the way the paper flew in all directions upon impact, casting a smattering of crisp white sheets all over the floor. "I'll kill Spike. This is all his fault. He's the one that turned Buffy and Willow and made them like this. I'll kill him!"

"Calm down, Xander!" Angel jumped up and seized him before he could reach the door.

"Don't you tell me to calm down!" He spat, trying to push Angel away.

"You go after Spike now and you'll get yourself killed." Angel said softly, pushing the boy backward and into a chair. "Wait until the new Slayer gets here. You can help her then."

"And then more people'll die!" Xander argued. "We can't just sit here and do nothing!"

"Xander, please calm yourself." Giles gathered his wits. "Angel is right. We must wait for Miss Young to arrive; otherwise we'll just end up killed. Now, if you'll excuse me, I… I must go and examine Jenny's bod—I must see to Jenny." He hurried out of the library. Xander and Angel just watched him go, not knowing what to say.