Soul Blooded
by Wispr
Soul Blooded
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Buffy The Vampire Slayer belongs to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and 20th Century Fox. No infringement of these copyrights is intended, and is not authorized by the copyright holder. All original characters are the property of Wispr.
Special thanks to my Wife Kara for proof reading and editing the story.
BTW... My wife made me promise not to post any stories until they have been proofed.
Also thanks to my friend Jim for his editing suggestion.
Takes place after the episode "This Year's girl / Who Are You".
Soul Blooded
The knocking that was coming from door startled Willow from her research that she was doing on the newest big bad to come to good ole Sunnyhell. Glancing up from her laptop she looked at the clock and saw the time giving out a sigh, "Great", she thought to herself, "2:00 in the morning, still no leads and now someone is banging on the door!"
"Who is it?" she called through the door of her dorms room.
"Willow, it's Buffy and don't open the door! I have something I need to say." Buffy replied.
"Buffy, is something wrong?" a concerned Willow asked while she tried to open the door, but finding it held closed by Slayer strength.
"Yes Willow something is wrong," replied Buffy, "I've been a bad Buffy-shape friend to my Willow-shape friend. I come baring gifts of forgiveness in the form of a carton of Rockyroad ice cream and cookies of the chocolate-chip persuasion. So with these bri... I mean GIFT'S... with these gifts can this very bad Buffy-shape friend enter and pay homage to her Willow shape friend?"
As Buffy was speaking Willow leaned her head on the door as she felt very warm and very fuzzy feelings sweeping through her at Buffy's words. With a joyful grin on her face Willow opened the door while saying, "Of course you may enter my Buffy-shape friend!!" The friend came out more as a gasp as Willow took in the condition Buffy was in. Willows eyes traveled up the blood soaked shirt Buffy was wearing, at the same time a strangely clinical part of her mind notice by the state of the blood it was several hours old, fresh fang marks on her neck and finally ending at the soulless eyes of what use to be her best friend staring out of a vampires game face.
"Oh Goddess nooo..." Willow whispered in dread.
The next thing she knew she was flying through the air to land with a thump by her closet door, her head rang from the back handed blow from Vampire Buffy.
"Oops, I lied," quipped Buffy as she casually strolled into her and Willows dorm room that they shared, "I don't have any cookies and ice cream, so what sickly sweet morsel could I ever find to eat?" She ended the sentence with a predatory stare at Willow. While watching Willow pull herself up off the floor with the help of the closet door handle, Buffy back kicked the door shut and with her left hand effortlessly pulled the dresser that sat beside the door over, blocking the door from being opened from either side.
Seeing Willow open her mouth to scream Buffy raised one finger and waggled it in a naughty, naughty gesture, "Hush now Wills, anyone your screams bring will die." Turning away from Willow while thoroughly enjoying the terrified whimpers coming from her, Buffy in an overtly friendly tone continues to speak, "But hey Wills thanks for the insight there, I know I could always count on you to be oh so helpful."
She turned her back on the whimpering Willow, walking over to the stereo to start a CD and turning the volume up so that the music was loud, but not loud enough to draw unwelcome visitors.
Buffy didn't want to be interrupted in her playing.
Raising her voice so as to be heard over the music Buffy continued speaking as she turned back toward Willow, "Even when it comes to your own death your thinking..." And was met with an empty room. Snapping her mouth shut Buffy glared around the small dorm room until her gaze settled on Willows closet door.
With a cruel grin twisting her demonic visage, Buffy stepped over to her own closet to retrieve from within one of her favorite swords. Crossing the floor while lazily swishing the sword before her Buffy admired how the light sparkled along the razor sharp edge. Coming to a stop before Willow's closet door, she gently rested the point of the sword against the door, mid way up from the floor, and with no visible strain started to ever so slowly push the sword point into the wooden door face. Buffy could feel/hear the low thrum from the door as it accepted the blade penetrating it, and it was a very sensual moment for her, and she wanted to savor it.
The sound of the sword blade pushing through her closet door caused Willow to look up from her crouched position next to her opened Spell Chest, but it didn't distract her from her near silent chanting. The first thing Willow did on entering her closet after she successfully distracted Buffy by making her believe she was going to scream by which she got her to turn on some music so to drown out her own chanting, was to lock the door and move aside her clothes so she could simultaneously get to her Spell Chest and see what she was doing from the light above. It was cramp but do-able. She knew she had to act fast before Buffy literally tore the door off. Silently Willow begged the Goddess to forgive her for the spells she was casting, because it was very Black magic and she hoped with all of her heart Tara would be able to forgive her for what she was about to do.
As Willow finished the spell, she focused her will on the vial of murky liquid she held in her hands. Her concentration was almost shattered by the rush she felt has the Black magic pour through her and into the vial. The liquid turned into a deep phosphorescent pulsating red, which throbbed to the rhythm of her heart. Momentarily Willows hair and eyes turned black mimicking the magic that was coursing through her.
As the hilt of Buffy's sword hit the closet door, Willow raised the pulsating vial, and drank it down in a single gulp. Willow closed her eyes as the potion's effect swept through her making her gasp loud enough that Buffy could hear her over the music.
"Oh no", Buffy called through the door in an insincere voice, "Did I hurt you Wills? If I did please tell me so I can do it again and again and again!" Buffy punctuated her "agains" with short thrust of her sword, banging the hilt on the door while the blade stayed embedded in the door.
"Hey Wills", called Buffy as she slowly started to withdraw the sword, "I just got a nifty idea, lets play Battleship, you're the boat and I will try to sink you, but don't worry Wills I'll clean up the mess afterwards."
Buffy grinned evilly while her imagination came up with just what kind of mess she would be cleaning up!
As Willow felt the effects of the potion burn through her body, she knew she had to find some way to get some of her spell's laden blood into Buffy so she would be able to cast the second spell. Looking up at the retreating sword blade an idea formed in her feverish mind.
Buffy's nose twitched, flaring her nostrils she inhaled the heady sent of blood, the Hunger came to life with a roar, she could feel her lips pulling back from her teeth in a soundless snarl. Buffy's eyes were fixed on the sword blade as she withdrew it from the door. They were rewarded with the sight that her nose had told her about... blood. With a soft sigh, she lifted the bloody sword tip towards her mouth, slowly and sensually she began to lick the smear of blood off the blade. The taste just blew her mind away. She growled deep in her throat as she cleaned the last of the blood off the tip of her sword, not even caring that she cut her tongue in the process.
BOOM... BOOM... BOOM... Like waves crashing on the cliffs the sound of a heartbeat crashed through Buffy, causing her to physically quake with every thundering beat.
BOOM... BOOM... BOOM... She dropped to her knees, letting the sword fall from her hand so that she was able to cover her ears in a vain attempt to block the thunderous heartbeat that was invading her undead body to the very core.
BOOM... Willows closet door opens.
BOOM... Buffy slams her face to the floor, the demon within her was screaming in both terror and ecstasy.
BOOM... Buffy then feels a gentle touch on her head. She then she hears THE VOICE, "Buffy, look at me."
She obeyed the voice. Buffy raised her head slowly as the demon within her continued to scream. Looking up Buffy withheld the agonizing beauty of her Goddess.
"Willow," Buffy whispered in a reverent voice as she dropped her hands away from her ears so that she was able to fully hear the heartbeat of her Goddess.
"Buffy," Willow whispered as she looked down into the face of what used to be her best friend, cupping her injured hand so that the blood from the cut on her palm would pool. She offered it to Buffy.
"Drink," she ordered.
As Buffy eagerly lapped at the offering, Willow could feel the spells power rising within them both. Before it consumed them she dropped to her knees beside Buffy and as Buffy drank, Willow talked to her...
"Buffy, don't blame yourself for this, it's my choice, the ... world ... needs ... you." Willow panted the last words as her body quivered with need.
"Stop," Willow said as she pulled her hand away from Buffy's mouth. Willow cupped Buffy's human face between her hands, the vampire's face having melted away while she drank from her palm. Not minding the blood smearing on Buffy's cheek, she stared into Buffy's enraptured eyes and saw the lust shining forth from them that mirrored her own eyes.
Not the least bothered by the bloodied lips Willow crushed her own against Buffy's, feeling Buffy's hands tearing at her cloths as her own were doing the same.
Willow gasped out between kisses..."Make Love to me."
After that things were a blur, and at some point they ended up in her bed with both of their cloths having long since been shredded, hot and cold flesh touching, caressing, exploring.
As Willow felt both her and Buffy's bodies becoming faster and more urgent, they neared climax. Willow pulled Buffy's head away from her own so that she was able to look her in the eye, letting her truly see the Love that she felt for Buffy and hoping the REAL Buffy would forgive Willow and more importantly herself for what was about to happen.
When Willow felt the beginning of their shared climax shuddering through them, Willow twisted her hand in Buffy's hair, and was able to cry out one word as she turned her head away, exposing her neck to Buffy.
"FEED!"
As Buffy in full game face buried her fangs in Willows neck, Willow stared at a picture of the both them that sat on her end table. She stared at it as she felt herself growing weak. She stared at it as she felt the energies of the spell flowing from her to Buffy through her blood that Buffy drank.
Willow stared at the picture as she listened to the fading beat of her heart...
BOOM...
Boom...
boom.........
Buffy reared back from Willow's body as the thunderous noise of her heart stopped, the silence surrounding her was poignant with the promise of a storm ready to unleash it's fury and then the storm fury broke forth. Buffy throw her head back in a silent scream has the power of Willow's second spell washed though her, her eye's glowed golden as her soul was restored to her.
As the spell released Buffy from it's grasp she fell forward catching her self on the backboard, her eyes squeezed shut she relived the last several hours....
Patrolling...
The ambush...
The capture...
"No," she whispered at the memories that burned across her mind. She shook her head trying to stop, trying to disbelieve the horrific truth that her mind was showing her, the headboard splintered under the Slayers grip as her soul cried out at the nightmare that was wrought upon her and then... with a gasp her eyes flew open in horror.
Slowly her head tilted down and she beheld the true nightmare of her own doing...
"Willooowww!!"
To be continued...
Hope you liked it....
Wispr