Aftershocks (2/?)

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Title: Aftershocks (2/?)
Author: Aly
Rating: PG-13ish
Disclaimer: You know it, I know it, even he knows it. I didn't 
create 'em, I'm just borrowing them ^_^
Synopsis: Buffy was sired by Willow the other night. What happends 
when she rises?

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Chapter 2:

The world is so empty if one thinks only of 
mountains , rivers and cities ; but to know 
someone here and there who thinks and feels 
with us , and though distant , is close to us in 
spirit - this makes the earth for us an inhabited 
garden. 
- Goethe 

Angel closed the book abruptly, then reached over to a table beside 
him and lifted the glass of blood to his lips. Of course it almost 
spilled when the phone decided to ring at that precise moment. The 
vampire fumbled with the glass for a few seconds, before placing it 
firmly back on the table and sighing. He stood up with the fluidity 
of someone who'd been sitting in the same position for hours, and 
made his way over to the loud device.
"Yes?" He answered, almost angrily.
"Angel?" Came the crisp British voice from the other end of the line.
"Giles," Angel stated, "what's the matter?" There was a pause for a 
few moments before the Watcher answered.
"I-I need you to come to Sunnydale." He stuttered. "It concerns 
Buffy."
"Giles, I can't just up and come everytime- " Angel began, but was 
cut off by Giles' agonised voice.
"She's been turned, Angel." He said painfully. The words were like 
thunderclaps to the vampire, each syllable feeling like a bullet had 
just been fired into him. His eyes glazed over as he uttered her name.
"Buffy&" he said softly.
"We need you Angel, please hurry." Giles said after a while, then 
hung up. Angel just stood there with the receiver in his hand, 
listening to the monotonous dial tone. He tried to grasp the meaning 
of what had just happened, but he found himself utterly impossible to 
do so. Buffy was a vampire&
"Hey Angel!" Cordelia said happily as she strode out from the 
stairwell. Her cheerful walking slowed to a halt as she looked at her 
boss, her friend.
"What is it?" She asked quietly, slowly moving towards him and 
placing a gentle touch on his forearm. He jerked at the contact, then 
set down the receiver with a loud clang that made the ex-cheerleader 
jump.
"Pack a bag, we're going home." He ordered quietly, in a tone that 
clearly showed he wasn't going to accept no for an answer.
"Home? As in, Sunnydale home? Why?! Angel!" Cordelia shouted, walking 
hurriedly after him as he called the lift down.
"Buffy's dead."

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Willow paced anxiously from one end of the room to the other. Why 
hadn't Buffy come back? Where'd she gone? Who was she with? The 
questions rattled on and on inside her twisted mind. She shouldn't 
have let her go, she was still so new to this. The vampire flopped 
down backwards on the bed, huffing. `Well she'd better get back soon, 
otherwise I'll have to make my own fun,' Willow thought, with a grin 
forming on her face. She'd just about resigned herself to that fact, 
reluctantly of course, when the door was flung open by a breathless 
blonde.
"Buffy!" Willow shrieked, jumping up. "Where the hell have you been? 
I've been getting lonely!"
"I&I&" Buffy tried to reply, but seemed to lose all oratory functions 
as the redheaded vampire kissed her neck gently. The blonde closed 
her eyes and rocked her head back without knowing she was doing it. 
Willow moved on from kissing her neck to lightly bushing her shoulder 
with her lips. Buffy fought to contain a moan, but it escaped anyway. 
The kisses began to gain more intensity, but were still agonisingly 
soft as they moved lower&lower. Then they suddenly stopped, and 
Willow tensed, growling slightly. "Willow?" Buffy asked tentatively. 
The leather-clad vampire took a slow, measured step back as she 
glared at Buffy.
"You've got someone else's scent on you, all over you. Who have you 
been with?" She demanded loudly, becoming angrier by the second.
"No one Wils, I haven't been with anyone, I swear!" Buffy replied 
desperately, taking a step backwards.
"No&I don't believe it&" Willow said, shifting her weight and balling 
her hands up into fists. "You're not my Buffy!"
"What do you mean Willow?" The Slayer asks, trying unsuccessfully to 
close the gap between the two.
"STOP CALLING ME THAT!" The vampire screamed, causing Buffy to 
flinch. "I'M NOT HER!"
"No&" Buffy replied quietly. "You're not." Vamp-Willow growled 
ferociously, and leapt at the unexpecting Slayer. The two fell to the 
ground in a frenzy of limbs, and Willow rained down punch after punch 
on Buffy's small form. Suddenly, she was thrown backwards. Way 
backwards. As in, into the wall. The vampire hit the wall with a 
crack and fell to the floor, looking up, she saw Buffy advancing on 
her, wearing her game face.
"There's my girl!" Willow managed to get out, with a smug smile, 
before Buffy's lips descended on hers. Her sharp teeth scraped the 
surface of the redhead's mouth, drawling blood which trickled down 
her chin. The vampire-Slayer licked it off, then began to suck on 
Willow's lower lip, drinking the coppery blood and revelling in it. 
She relished the taste of Willow more than anything else though, and 
soon went in for another hard kiss. Their lips were pressed together 
almost to bruising point, and the redheaded vampire was loving every 
single second of it. She giggled as Buffy picked her up and threw her 
down unceremoniously on the bed.
"You'll speak when I tell you, you'll do what I tell you." The blonde 
growled, before striking Willow across the face viciously. "And you 
won't make a sound unless I say you can. Got it?"
"Yes&mistress." The redhead replied unsurely. For the first time 
since she'd come into her vampiric existence, she was afraid.

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I woke up with the moonlight filtering into the room through the tiny 
crack in the curtains. The wind howled outside and somewhere in the 
mansion a tree branch kept striking a window pane. It was very 
distracting. But not almost as distracting as the woman in my arms 
next to me. Her shoulder length hair lay sprawled against my bare 
shoulder, stray strands flying around in the gentle breeze that came 
in through the window. I she sighed and shifted so that she was 
facing me. I was almost sick when I saw the marks. Vicious welts ran 
the length of her chest, while smaller lacerations marred her left 
breast. Dried blood encrusted her hair together, the original source 
appearing to be a nasty, deep cut on the side of her face. Rage 
flared inside me, I'd make whoever had done this pay, I'd make them&
I suddenly stopped my musings. The memories were coming back to me 
now, what I'd done, who I'd been. I'd allowed the demon to take 
control, and I'd almost killed Willow. I felt warm, salty liquid flow 
from my eyes and travel down my face as I remembered her screams. I 
leant forward very slowly and lightly brushed her forehead with my 
lips, as I disentangled myself from the vampire in my arms. Once I 
was free I peeled back the covers on my side of the bed and slipped 
out silently. I carefully opened the wardrobe on the east wall and 
after much searching, I managed to fish out a pair of sweat pants and 
a pretty form-fitting black tank-top. I rooted through a bit more and 
found my leather jacket. After taking one last look at the battered 
form of my Willow, I snuck out of the room and closed the door with a 
gentle click.

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The night was cold, but oddly enough I didn't feel it. I guess being 
dead will do that to ya&As I walked the intricate network of streets 
and sidewalks that made up my town, I found I was even more in tune 
with my surroundings than I'd been last night. The sun had only set 
an hour ago, so there were still quite a few people on the streets. 
Nobody really paid any attention to me, apart from the odd hormonally-
driven boy, or the occasional old lady who commented on how pale I 
looked. I tried to smile but I found I didn't have the energy in me 
to make it look convincing, so I didn't bother trying. After maybe 
half an hour of searching, I finally came across my target. Xander. 
The boy walked cautiously down the darkened road, stake in his hand 
all the while. I followed him for a bit at first, keeping to the 
shadows and watching the way he moved. Occasionally he turned around 
and glanced worriedly at the dark corners and suspicious back alleys, 
just barely managing to capture a glimpse of something following him. 
He moved like a frightened animal now, his whole body was tense. I'd 
have to remind myself to tell him how bad he really was at keeping 
the unknowing act up. He sucked worse than Wesley! And that was 
really saying something&
Eventually, however, I got bored. We'd almost reached 
Restfield, and I could see the tall iron gates at the far end of the 
street. It was a little cruel, but I decided to have fun with Xand 
first, maybe scare the living juice outta him or something. His 
expression alone would be worth it, although I did run the risk of 
giving him heart failure. I stealthily crept up to him, then fell 
into step behind, without making a single sound.
"Hey stud," I whispered in his ear. He cried out and fell forwards, 
managing to recover pretty well though. He rolled forward and bounced 
up again, gripping the stake so hard that his fingers had turned 
white. He looked at me with the dark eyes of his, and immediately his 
stake arm dropped. He exhaled in relief, then closed the gap between 
us in a single step. Before I could resist I found myself being 
wrapped in a tight hug.
"Buffy," He said, completely unnecessarily.
"Xander." I replied. It felt like it had been a life time since I'd 
seen him. Well, technically, I guess it had.
"You're so&cold?" He observed unsuredly.
"Deathly cold, some might say. But then again I'm not some. Actually, 
I don't think I could be classified under any human generalisation 
any more." He pulled back slowly from the hug. I smiled sweetly at 
him. "What's the matter Xand, you look like you've seen a ghost." 
With a speed I didn't know he possessed, he reached into his jacket 
and brandished a large wooden cross. I hissed in discomfort, but 
didn't move back.
"Who did this to you? I'll find the sick son of a bitch and I'll kill 
him." He said, his voice shaky and close to breaking. I could see 
light from the moon reflected in watering eyes. "God, Buffy&"
"Relax Xand," I said, regaining my smile in spite of the hateful 
object that was being thrust in my face. "I don't bite, besides&" I 
moved with blinding speed, swinging around behind Xander then 
grabbing him by the neck and pulling back. "If I did, you'd already 
be dead." I pushed him forward and watched him stumble. "By the way, 
you really suck at acting."
"You're not Buffy." He said between clenched teeth.
"Yeah, that seems to be everyone's reaction today." I put my hands 
behind my back and walked towards him casually. "But you know it's 
me, you know bec-" I was suddenly cut off on account of something 
throwing me to the ground. I kicked the form off. Hard. Whoever it 
was went flying into a metal railing with a grunt. I hooked a lock of 
my hair behind my ear as I advanced towards the trenchcoat-toting 
figure with a spring in my step, but stopped as its face was revealed.
"Angel&" I said softly.

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Feedback is needed...please?

~Alyson