A Little Bit Of Me
by Lil\'Witch
Prologue
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TITLE: A Little Bit Of Me
AUTHOR: Lil'Witch
RATING: Uh, I'm bad with those. PG-15 maybe.
SPOILERS: Starts during Season One's "Nightmares" - AU from then on.
SUMMARY: What if Buffy had been a little more Vampire and a little less Buffy?
STATUS: WIP
DISCLAIMER: Me: Owns nothing. Joss, Mutant Enemy, Fox: Own all recognizable characters and places.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Okay, this is my first try with the Bufyverse and I don't have a beta reader, plus English isn't my first language PLUS I seem to have a rather huge problem with commas... So, sorry for all of those mistakes...
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Prologue
The hunger drove her and her mind was focused on one single purpose: to feed. She knew that something was wrong, but just couldn't distract herself from those more primal urges long enough to figure out what.
She crept along the empty hallways, peering into rooms and closets. Her prey was here, she knew it. She could smell it in the air and feel it in her bones.
When she pushed a bathroom door open all her senses went into overload.
Her hunt had been successful.
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Willow tried to get the Geisha make-up off her face, scrubbing at it with wet toilette paper, but hadn't had much in the way of luck. Her lips had their normal colour back, except for being slightly red and swollen from her scrubbing. The white of her face was a whole different story, though. She'd built a little mountain of wet toilette paper on the sink and still wasn't close to being finished.
She heard the door opening, she even saw the figure's reflection, but it moved so fast that during the time it took the intruder to wrap her hands around Willow's throat she only had time for half a scream.
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Their eyes connected in the mirror and Willow's surprised and muffled gasp of "Buffy?" was met with a leer and the baring of sharp teeth.
Buffy's grip loosened a little to allow her victim to breathe more easily.
"Wil-low," she sing-songed against the hacker's neck, her teeth scratching the soft skin.
"Buffy!" Willow swallowed heavily. "What happened? You're a vampire! With teeth and all. Teeth at my neck. You wanna bite me, do you? You wouldn't! You're Buffy, you'd never hurt someone." Willow was exhausting herself with babble.
"Shh, little Willow," Buffy cooed. "I'd hurt anybody in a heartbeat." There was a small pause as the vampire allowed the words to sink in. "But I'd never hurt my Willow." She sniffed her prey's neck and revelled at the steady pulse she could feel against her face. It was getting faster. "I'll make you like me. We will drink and then we will rule this place. We'll be unstoppable!"
Willow squeaked. "No! Buffy, you don't want that. Please, Buffy. Please don't kill me," Willow hated the whiney tone of her voice, but couldn't stop herself. Something was wrong; it was daylight, so how had Buffy become a vamp? And why did she have a reflection?
Willow's internal babble was interrupted when the creature that had been her friend spoke. "I just want to taste you." With those words the former slayer sunk her teeth into her best friend's neck.
"Buffy," Willow moaned, surprised and revolted at how good it felt. A feeling of light-headedness engulfed her, almost as if she was floating, the pain in her neck didn't seem real. "Buffy?" she whispered.
The weak whisper of her prey drew Buffy's eyes to the mirror in front of them. She could see the slightly swollen half-way parted lips. They continued whispering her name over and over so faintly that even her combined vampire and slayer hearing couldn't pick up on the actual sounds. 'Lovely lips,' she thought and with a shock emotions floated through her that were stronger than the need to feed. Carefully she pulled her fangs out of her prey's neck. The blood ran down the pale skin and she let her tongue run through this smallest river. Willow moaned and their eyes connected in the mirror again.
"There's another taste I always wanted to try," the blonde whispered.
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Willow couldn't concentrate properly. The slayer's teeth had penetrated her skin and the blood had been sucked out of her at an alarming rate. The relief she had first felt upon the vampire's retreat was short lived as the new feeling of blood soaking her neck terrified her. Just to confuse her a little bit more a new wave of pleasure coursed through her as she felt a soft tongue lick along her neck. Opposing feelings coursed through Willow's veins where her blood should have been.
She'd heard Buffy speak, but the words meant nothing to her. She felt disconnected from her surroundings; the only thing that felt real was the blood leaving her body.
And then for the third time in only a few minutes Willow's world was turned upside down as she felt soft lips brush against her own. The alarming blood loss forgotten all her senses focussed on the pressure against her mouth, the taste of her own blood and something that was distinctively Buffy.
'Buffy! I'm kissing Buffy. Buffy the Vampire!' As if caused by her thoughts the slayer tore her mouth away from Willow's to look into the hacker's eyes.
"Mine," she growled possessively before her arms reached for Willow again to press their bodies together. Willow first felt her front connect with something soft and then her back with something hard as Buffy pressed her against the bathroom wall.
Fighting back finally entered the redheads mind, but before she could try anything soft lips were quickly pressed against the wound at her neck before they relocated in favour of Willow's lips. All coherent thought left Willow's brain again. Before she knew what was happening she was kissing back.
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Instinct was driving the blonde slayer as she pressed her bloody mouth against her friend's sweet lips. The combined taste of that sweetness and blood drove her to heights that had been unknown to her. There were no words to describe her elation as she felt her prey kiss her back. Deepening the kiss seemed the most natural thing to do and it didn't take long for their tongues to start duelling. It surprised even Buffy when she suddenly bit her own tongue before shoving it back into Willow's mouth.
Their blood mixed and before either could think about what was happening something hard connected with slayer's head and she crumpled into an unconscious heap of vampire Buffyness.
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End Prologue