Turned
by Bob Head
Part 12
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Disclaimer: None of the characters below belong to me. All the BtVS/Angel people belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy and 20th Century Fox. (Damn it!) I'm just trying to have fun.
Pairing: Buffy/Willow, of course.
Spoilers: A few general ones for Season Six and a few specific ones for 'Once More With Feeling'.
Distribution: IKOLY, BtVS Wishful Thinking and the Immortal Slayer. Anybody else, just ask.
Rating: NC-17 for language, violence, and the occasional sexiness between B/W.
Feedback: Yes please! frank_8281@yahoo.com
A/N: I know that many people don't like the musical episode of BtVS. I am NOT one of them. I liked it. The only part that I didn't like was that damn kiss at the end. So, what if that kiss had ended... differently.
A/N 2: For the purposes of this little AU, the so-called Trio are not an issue so I'm just gonna ignore them.
A/N 3: (Buffy's demon.)
Turned
Part Twelve
In a perfect world Buffy would have gone home to find Willow waiting in bed sans clothing, but the Slayer Vampire's world was hardly perfect. She stopped as her house came into view. Her house where every light was blazing, and a Willow shaped shadow could be seen pacing behind the picture window.
'Oh, shit.' Thought Buffy.
(Think she's mad?)
Buffy sighed as started the final half block. 'Well, I said I wouldn't be gone long and it's almost an hour to sunrise. What do you think?'
The demon gave a mental chuckle, (Glad that I'm not the one in the driver's seat for once. Of course if you're really worried about it we could just...)
The Slayer cut her off. 'Don't.'
(I'm just saying...)
Anger flickered across her features. 'If you ever suggest that again, I'll find a way to hurt you. Even If I have to greet the sunrise to do it.'
~~~~~BtVS~~~~~
Vicky sat on a crate while Faith unlocked the door to the small warehouse the Council had procured for them to live and train in. As the two limped over to the living quarters, the dark haired girl lit a cigarette.
"Must you?" asked Vicky.
"Yeah, I must." Answered Faith. "How you feelin'?"
"As if I'd been knocked in the head." She opened a cabinet and began drawing out medical supplies. "Come sit at the table and let me clean those abrasions."
"Nah." The dark Slayer replied, heading for the refrigerator. "I'm good." She winced as she pulled open the door.
"Oh yes, from the expression on your face, it's obvious that you're tip top." The Watcher said dryly.
"Sarcasm don't look good on you." Faith said painfully as she tried to work her jacket off.
"Likewise, your stubbornness. Here, let me help." She said gently sliding Faith's jacket over her injured arm and guiding her to a chair.
Sitting down gingerly, Faith said, "At least hand me that beer I was goin' for."
"Not until after I've assessed your injuries properly." She felt along the length of the Slayer's arm.
"Ow!" Cried Faith, "Since when the fuck did you become a doctor?" She pulled her arm back as Vicky once more hit a tender spot.
"Don't be such a baby." The watcher chided, gently checking Faith's shoulder and collarbone. " And in answer to your question, I received the same combat medical training as the military."
"They train all watchers like that?"
"No, just the ones they intend to train active Slayers." Vicky replied absently. "Well, I don't think anything's broken, just a bad sprain. I'll want to wrap it though and have you use a sling for a day or two."
Faith looked at Vicky in surprise, "How am I supposed to go slaying with my arm in a fuckin' sling?"
The watcher donned a pair of latex gloves and unscrewed the lid on a jar of pungent smelling ointment. "You're not going to." She said as her face screwed up in disgust. "I'd forgotten how bad this smelled."
Faith had pinched her nostrils shut with her good hand. "Try having Slayer senses. One, you are not puttin' that shit on me, and two, if I don't patrol, people die."
Vicky sat next to the Slayer, "Faith, as bad as this salve smells, it will help you heal more quickly. But you will need to rest it for at least a day."
Faith shook her head, "This job doesn't come with sick days."
"A very large part of my job is to keep you healthy so that you can patrol and slay and stop the occasional apocalypse. So please Faith, let me help you." The watcher said earnestly.
Sighing, Faith offered her injured arm to Vicky. The blonde took a glob of ointment from the jar and applied it liberally to the Slayers arm and shoulder.
~~~~~BtVS~~~~~
Willow was in danger of wearing a hole in the hardwood floor. Glancing at her watch, she mentally calculated the time remaining until sunrise. 'About forty-five minutes left. What can she be doing? Is she in trouble?' A wide-eyed look of fear crossed her face. 'Oh god! What if she's in trouble? What if Spike came back here and ambushed her? Or... Faith! What if she ran into Faith and they fought? What if she's hurt or... or...'
The sound of the front door opening interrupted the redhead's internal babble. "Buffy!" she exclaimed
~~~~~BtVS~~~~~
As the Slayer Vampire stepped through the door, hearing Willow cry out startled her. She turned toward the sound and suddenly found herself with an armful of Willow. The redhead showered kisses on her lover's face.
"Okay, not exactly the greeting I expected. Not that I'm complaining."
Willow pulled back slightly, "Don't worry, the chewing out is coming, I just wanted to get a few smootchies first."
Buffy sighed and hugged Willow tightly. "I'm late, I know." The redhead gave her a look. "Okay, I'm very late."
"So what happened?" asked Willow.
She pulled her girlfriend toward the sofa. "That's a very pretty robe Will, I love how it brings out the color of your eyes."
The redhead frowned and looked down at the green silk robe she had on. "Don't change the subject."
Buffy pouted. "Can't I compliment my girlfriend?"
"Not when you're trying to distract her." Said Willow, "And knock off the pouty face, I'm immune."
"Really?" asked Buffy pouting even more.
Willow's face softened as she sat next to her girlfriend and snuggled in close. "Okay, maybe not immune, but I still wanna know what happened."
"I saw Faith."
"Saw Faith as in from a distance..."
"I talked to her." Sighed Buffy.
"Buffy!" exclaimed Willow.
"I'm sorry but Faith and her watcher..."
Willow interrupted, "Her watcher saw you?"
"No, she was unconscious when I got there." Buffy replied. "Are you gonna let me tell this?"
The witch sat back on the couch. "Yes." she said and listened as Buffy finished her tale.
~~~~~BtVS~~~~~
"And she was really okay with you being a vampire?" asked Willow.
"Seemed to be. She didn't try to stake me anyway."
"Well that's something at least." she had a doubtful expression.
Stroking her lover's cheek, "You don't trust her." It was statement not a question.
"Well let's see." Willow ticked her points off on her fingers. "She almost got you killed when she first came to town. She killed a man and tried to frame you for it. She tried to kill Xander. She threatened to kill me. She tried to kill Angel, who almost killed you in a drugged stupor. Then she stole your body..."
"But even though she could have escaped, she went to save the people in that church." Buffy pointed out.
Willow said, "Yeah, I'll give her that. But Faith is dangerous, and I don't care what Angel or Giles or the council says."
"Do you trust me Will?" The blonde asked softly.
The witch sighed and stroked her lover's cheek. "Yes, I trust you."
"Okay then." Buffy pulled the witch in close and gently kissed her. "Then trust me when I say that I can handle Faith."
"Okay, but she better not try and hurt you."
Buffy smiled, "I love you Willow."
Willow slid her hand under Buffy's shirt and kissed her back. "I love you too." She whispered.
The Slayer Vampire squirmed and moaned under the witch's ministrations. "W-Will... sunrise... soon?"
The redhead straddled Buffy's lap. "I know. I put the heavy curtains up in our room."
"That's my girl, always t-thinking ahead."
"Hey, four days of sharing motel rooms with Dawn. I was plotting this three days ago." Willow whispered between kisses.
"I don't suppose this plotting included some dinner for me or... breakfast as would more accurate." Asked Buffy as her hands sought Willow's warmth by sliding under the back of her shirt.
"Actually it did... and... you're looking at her." She gazed into her lover's eyes.
(That's my girl.) 'She is not your girl!'
"Will, you know what Giles said." The blonde shook her head, "It's too dangerous."
"I'm not going to get hurt Buffy," she leaned in and nibbled an earlobe. "I trust you."
Quivering at the sensations caused by her lover, the Slayer groaned. "Upstairs... g-gotta get upstaaairs."
Lifting up off the couch with Willow still wrapped around her, Buffy effortlessly carried her fiery haired lover to the stairs.
The sound of ripping fabric startled the Slayer. "Willow!"
"What?" Asked the redhead breathlessly.
"As much as I want rip all our clothes of and make with the hot monkey love..."
"I have no problem with that." Willow interrupted.
(Me neither!) The demon chimed in.
'Quiet you.' Buffy thought sourly. "But Dawn's... oh god... here and I don't thiinnk, that leaving clothes... laying on the... Willll!"
Willow's nimble fingers had been very busy under Buffy's top during this, hence, her somewhat... distracted delivery. "Do you want me to stop?" the witch asked throatily.
"Don't you dare!" Buffy captured Willow's lips hungrily.
They reached the door to the bedroom and Buffy fumbled for the knob. Growling in frustration she stepped back and prepared to kick the door in.
"Buffy!" Hissed Willow. "Breaking the door will bring Dawn running... let me." Willow gestured and whispered, "Open."
Still clutching desperately at each other, they staggered into the bedroom and the door swung quietly closed. Dropping her legs from around her vampire lover's waist, the redhead reached to undo Buffy's pants. The Slayer took Willow's hand in hers and stopped her.
"Buffy?"
The blonde vampire leaned her forehead against Willow's "Don't worry. I'm not having second thoughts." She wrinkled her nose. "I just need a shower."
Reluctantly, Willow stepped back. "Okay." She sighed, more than a little frustrated. "But you better hurry."
'Slayer speed, don't fail me now.' thought Buffy as she shed her clothes and ran for the connecting bath.
As the door closed, Willow seated herself at the desk and opened a heavy tome she'd been perusing earlier. She read intently, taking notes on a pad. 'It's gonna take a lot of research, but if it works...' shaking her head, she returned to work.
~~~~~BtVS~~~~~
Faith sat on the roof of the warehouse, waiting for sunrise. Vicky had treated her wounds hours ago. At first she had insisted the Slayer get some rest, only to be bluntly reminded, that Faith wasn't one for taking orders.
~~~~~BtVS~~~~~
"I'm wearing the goddamn sling ain't I?" She lit a cigarette and started climbing the stairs to the roof access.
Vicky grabbed the dark haired Slayer's good arm. "But if you don't rest..."
With cold eyes, Faith stared at the hand on her arm.
Vicky sighed, "Fine, do whatever you want. I'm going to bed." She moved to her bedroom door and then turned back. "Faith?"
The brunette paused at the top of the stairs without looking back, she replied, "Yeah?"
"Be careful?" Vicky said softly.
"Yeah."
~~~~~BtVS~~~~~
'I shouldn'ta been so hard on her, she's okay as watchers go.' Faith lit another smoke and chuckled in the early morning twilight. 'At least she's got more guts than Wes had when he first started.'
She stood and walked to the edge of the roof. 'Why the fuck did I come back here.' She looked down into the alley.
'The alley where my life went to shit.' Faith looked up at the steadily rising sun. 'I wonder if the Council knew when they rented this place for me and Vicky?' She already knew the answer to that question. 'Quentin Travers must have thought it was really funny to put me here. Punishment for the... bad Slayer.'
Faith stared directly into the blazing orb of the sun for long moments so she could excuse the tears in her eyes.
~~~~~BtVS~~~~~
Willow looked up from her reading with a frown. 'What's taking Buffy so long?" She turned away from the desk and moved to the door.
Knocking, she called out, "Buffy? Everything okay?" Hearing no answer, she walked in.
Buffy was sitting on the toilet lid wrapped in a towel. "You'd think I'd be used to it by now y'know?" she gestured to the mirror. "Not having a reflection." Her voice began to tremble. "But s-sometimes I j-just..."
The red haired witch knelt by the sobbing vampire and embraced her. "It's gonna be okay." She whispered. "I'll fix it, I promise."
"How?" Buffy asked miserably.
"Well... I don't know yet." Willow wiped the tears away from the blondes face. "But... the mirror thing? Not a problem."
The witch stood and faced the large mirror over the sink. Placing her hands against the glass, still foggy from the steam of Buffy's shower, she spoke. "Illuminarium observitae!" Turning, she extended her hand. "Come see."
Hesitantly, Buffy took Willow's hand and approached the mirror. Her eyes widened as, for the first time in three months, she saw her own reflection.
Disbelief written all over her face, the blonde's fingers touched the glass. "H-how?"
"It's sort of a glamour." The redhead slipped her arms Buffy's waist. "I made it so the glass would work even for vampires."
Never moving her eyes off the tableau in the mirror before her, Buffy took Willow's hands in her own. "Oh Willow... you... I-I... I don't know how to thank you."
The wiccan smiled lasciviously and whispered in Buffy's ear. "Well... I might have had an ulterior motive."
The blonde gave a little half-smile as she whispered; "Show me."
Willow slipped the towel off the Slayer and let it fall to the floor. Buffy started to turn and face her lover.
Catching her gaze in the mirror the wiccan said firmly, "No, just watch."
She felt the blonde relax against her as she slid her hands up to cup her breasts. Her touch was feather-light and left goose bumps in its wake. She stroked the Slayer's nipples, delighted to feel them hardening in her fingers.
As Willow rolled the turgid nubs, she felt Buffy's unneeded breath quicken. Smiling, she saw the lust in the Slayer's reflected gaze. Felt the tension begin to drain from her vampire lover to be replaced with desire.
She slid her left hand down the Slayers belly, arrowing in toward her true goal while her right continued to tease Buffy's sensitive nipples. Reaching the juncture between her lover's legs, Willow stroked the soft triangle of hair, drawing a gasp of pleasure from the girl.
There was desperation on the face in the mirror as Willow slipped two fingers between the Slayer's labia. A third soon joined them. The redhead thrust into the cool wetness she found there, moving in and out in a slow steady rhythm. Buffy watched their reflection as she grasped the edge of the counter for support. She ignored Buffy's plaintive whimpers of protest as she withdrew her fingers.
"Keep your hands there." She said, placing both hands on the Slayer's narrow hips and guiding her back until Buffy was bent forward at the waist.
"Willow, what..."
"Hush." She whispered in Buffy's ear. "Keep your hands there and spread your legs a little further."
The Slayer Vampire slid her feet further apart while Willow rummaged under the sink. Finding what she was looking for, the witch quickly cast the same spell she'd used a few minutes earlier. She glanced back and saw surprise and a little confusion on her lovers face as she set up a mirror on the toilet tank and adjusted it.
With a sly grin she knelt beside Buffy and asked, "Can you see?"
"Yes but... oh... oh!"
The gasp was in response to Willow's renewed three-fingered assault on her dripping center. Buffy's breathing grew more ragged and the counter-top groaned as her grip tightened.
Tears began streaming down her face as Willow added a fourth finger. "Will, I...don't think... I c-can hold back the change!"
"Then don't." She increased her pace and began teasing Buffy's clit with her free hand. "Let go Buffy. It's okay." She caught the vampire's gaze with her own and poured all the love and trust she could into the look.
Her eyes shifted first, then came the ridged forehead and the fangs. Seeing any other vamp do this would have frightened Willow. But her lover's changing features only caused her own breathing to quicken and her juices to flow more copiously.
"Buffy?" the wiccan asked, "Do you trust me?"
"Y-yessss!" It was almost a growl.
"Okay then, here we go." The redhead's voice was thick with desire.
Willow watched her lover's face in the mirror as she folded her thumb into her palm. Her thrusts grew deeper and more intense, forcing moans and the occasional gasp from Buffy. Golden eyes widened as the knuckles of Willow's hand slipped past the tight ring of muscle.
"Will! You're... oh God!" The Slayer growled.
Willow's hand was buried to the wrist now and she'd stopped moving, to give Buffy a chance to get used to the fullness. She felt her lover trembling around her.
Gently stroking the vampire's back, the redhead whispered soothingly, "Shh, just relax baby." As Buffy calmed, she curled her hand into a fist and started moving again.
Thrusting deeper and deeper with every stroke, Willow drove her lover onto her tiptoes. Looking in the mirror the redhead saw that the vampire's eyes were darting from the image of the smaller mirror to that of Willow's own face.
Barely able to speak, Buffy panted, "W-will... I-I..."
"I know sweetie, just let it go." As she sped up her pace, the wiccan's free hand pressed and caressed the Slayer Vampire's over sensitized clit.
As Buffy's climax broke over her, she jammed a fist into her mouth to stifle a scream of pleasure. Her inner muscles clamped down on Willow's hand, spasming and rippling as she slowly sank to the floor sobbing. The witch gathered her into arms and cradled her.
Buffy cried softly in Willow's arms while the wiccan gently stroked her hair. "Shhh. I've got you." The blonde slowly recovered from her climax as the redhead asked, "Are you okay?"
The Slayer laughed, "Oh Willow, I'm sooo much better than okay... God, what you did to me... I don't have the words." Her lips brushed Willow's and with a wicked gleam in her eye, "But maybe I can show you."
~~~~~BtVS~~~~~
Suddenly, the Slayer Vampire was on her feet with her lover in her arms. In less time than it takes to tell, Buffy had swept from the bathroom to the bed and stripped the robe from Willow's back.
"Buffy!" the Red Witch gasped. "Oooooo Buffy."
The blonde laid Willow on the bed and positioned herself astride the redhead. She leaned in for a kiss. Pressing her lips against the redhead's, Buffy plundered Willow's mouth as she pressed her thigh hard into the witch's wet core.
The slayer began to slide her leg back and forth, kissing her way down Willow's jawline. The witch wrapped her arms around her lover and started rocking her hips in a bid to gain more friction. Buffy nuzzled her lover's neck, taking in the rich scent of the blood pumping through her veins.
For long moments the Slayer Vampire struggled with her instincts, her demon whispering, (Just take her! Can't you tell how much she wants it?)
But that part that was still Buffy rose up and caught Willow's eyes with her own. Silently she asked permission. Nodding her assent, the red haired witch turned her head, offering her throat to her lover.
She ran her hands up and down the Slayer's back as Buffy gently licked the pulse point on her neck. Willow gasped as the fangs slid home, raking her fingernails across the blonde's skin.
Buffy drank slowly, savoring the hot nectar as it flowed into her mouth, flavored with Willow's pleasure. She kept up the pressure on the redhead's center, drawing out the girl's climax as long as possible. Willow moaned and whimpered in ecstasy as her blood, her life flowed into her lover.
Having drank her fill; Buffy licked the wounds closed and then drew the covers over Willow and herself. Gently, she cradled her exhausted lover to her as her features returned to normal.
Buffy kissed Willow's cheek and whispered, "I love you Will."
Languorously, the redhead turned and replied, "Love you too, sleepy now."
Buffy laughed softly as she pulled her lover into a more comfortable position. Stroking Willow's hair, she joined her lover in sleep.
TBC...