|
|
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the BtVS characters. They belong to Joss Whedon, the WB, Mutant Enemies, etc.
Author's Note: I wrote this for Demoness, who has been asking for an evil vamp Willow fanfic. This takes place during "Welcome to the Hellmouth" and "The Harvest" minus Buffy i.e. the beginning of the universe in "The Wish". I tried to add in scenes from the actual episodes with the help of transcripts by AleXander. If you have no idea, what I'm talking about, just sit back and enjoy. Mega-thanks to my beta-reader Juliet.
"Hey! Ever been in one of these?" Thomas asked, looking inside the mausoleum.
"No. Thank you," Willow replied
"Come on," he moved behind her, "What are you afraid of?" She let out a yelp as he pushed her into the mausoleum. Willow tripped down the stairs and was stopped by one of the stone coffin.
"That wasn't funny!" she cried, turning around. Thomas walked down the steps towards her and Willow backed away. She tripped, falling to the floor.
"I think I'm gonna go."
"Is that what you think?" He advanced toward her again. Willow ran around him, heading for the door, only to find Darla blocking the entrance.
"Is this the best you could do?" Darla asked.
"She's fresh!" Thomas shot back irritably, "Why didn't you bring your own?"
"I did," Darla replied, giving him a look. Jesse stumbled into the mausoleum, holding his neck.
"Hey! Wait up!" he said, as he stumbled down the steps.
"Oh, my God, Jesse!" Jesse tried to walk toward Willow, but blood loss made his walking rather difficult. Willow tried to catch him and soften his fall, and ended up crouching beside him.
"Y'know, you gave me a hickey," Jesse asked, continuing to rub his neck.
Thomas gave Darla a disdainful look, but Darla only shrugged. "I got hungry on the way."
"Let's go," Willow's date replied.
"Go where?" Willow asked.
"Down there honey," Darla said pointing to the door in the back of the crypt.
"What's down there?" Willow asked standing up and taking a step cautiously towards the indicated door.
"The master," Darla breathed.
"Come on," Thomas said, grabbing Willow's arm roughly and heading towards the door. Willow flinched under his tight grasp and fought to free herself.
"Ow! Let go!" she cried, "I don't know if I want to go down there."
"Hey!" Jesse yelled, as he rose to his feet, however unsteadily, "She told you to let go!" Jesse stepped in front of the vampire. Willow took advantage of the moments distraction and grabbed what was nearest her, which happened to be an unlit torch, and slugged the vampire over the head. It only stunned him, but it was enough to make him loosen his grip. She jerked her arm away and ran to hide behind Jesse, pulling him towards the door, and brandishing the torch. Jesse took the torch from her and was about to beckon Darla to follow them, when Darla slapped the other vampire on the arm.
"Look what you've done!" she cried. The vampire seemed to be as much taken aback, as Jesse and Willow. "What did you do that for? Poor girl's scared out of her wits!" Darla said soothingly, as she walked over to Willow. She gently took her arm and rolled up the sleeve. "Did he hurt you?" she asked.
"I'm not sure," Willow said uncertainly, not daring to let her eyes leave Thomas.
The sleeve was pushed back to reveal that Willow's arm was already changing from red to the dark colors of a nasty bruise. "What are you doing?" the vampire asked, clearly confused and angry.
"What am I doing? Look what you've done!"
"So?" the vampire asked leering, "No worse than what you did." Willow cringed and began to back away, Jesse with her. Darla was beginning to get angry at the way this bumbling baffoon was scaring them away. It would be much easier if they went down quietly.
"Go!" Darla cried, "Tell Luke and the Master we're coming!"
"And wh-"
"Just go!" she cried. The vampire growled, but turned and left, knowing that she was much older than he was and that she would be the one to pay, should she let them escape. "Can't believe I have to work with such bumbling idiots," Darla mumbled. "I'm terribly sorry about him," Darla said.
"It's okay. Maybe we should just go," Willow said continuing to inch back towards the door.
"Yeah, it's been fun but..." Jesse said.
"Wait, please. You were brought here for a reason. You have to meet the Master. He needs people with your ... abilities," she said enticingly.
"Abilities?" Jesse asked.
"Who's the master?" Willow asked.
"He's trapped. He's been wronged, and he needs you to help him escape."
"Trapped, huh? Well if he needs help, I'll be happy too," Jesse said, intrigued by the prospect of becoming a hero.
"Is he helping?" Willow asked fearfully, motioning in the direction of the door the vampire had just taken.
"Yes," Darla said in disgust. "But he's only for brawn. We need people with brains too, and strength," she added as she turned to Jesse, playing to his ego. "We need people with your *abilities*" she told Willow.
"There's nothing illegal is there? ... Because I've never done anything illegal," Willow said, her mind jumping to her explorations into the city's computers. "I mean it's all just for practice. ... I never do anything with the information I get. It's not hacking at all, because I don't do anything once I get in ... I mean-"
"You've been hacking into computers?" Jesse asked incredulously, while Darla just stood quietly, not entirely sure what hacking was.
"Not really," Willow whispered.
"Whoa," Jesse said, "My best friend's a hacker. A law breaking hacker! Cool!"
"And a good one too," Darla added, "Which is why we need her. It's for a good cause. We need someone like you."
"Okay," Willow said, uncertainly.
Darla led the way, with a Jesse and Willow in tow. Jesse was still a little unsteady from the loss of blood and Willow helped him along, glad for the comfort of his presence. The sewers opened up into a large cavern, filled with candlelight. "We're here," Darla called out in a singsong voice.
Two vampires closed in behind Jesse and Willow, each grabbing one of them. She led the way and kneeled before the master. He held his hand out, and she kissed the back of it reverently.
"I've brought you food, Master, and more," Darla said, rising to stand before him.
"Thomas was worried you wouldn't return to us," the Master said.
"Thomas was scaring them. They were starting to rebel. He didn't see that it's easier to make them come willingly," Darla replied.
"Hmmm," the Master replied, looking over to eye Thomas.
"The girl could be useful," Darla said.
"How so?"
"I learned that she has skills. She can..." Darla sought for the word, "hack, I think it was called. It sounds like it's illegal, and she's good at it. She mentioned getting information."
"What is hack?" the Master asked, glancing around the cavern, "It sounds familiar."
"It's breaking into computers and files, Master," one of the younger vampires replied, "Hackers are like the thieves and spies in the computer world."
"Not always!" Willow retorted, feeling she needed to defend herself and struggling in the grip of the vampire that held her. The Master turned to look at her, and she shuddered as she saw his face, a moan of fear escaped.
"She has spunk," the Master said.
"Yes. She even hit Thomas, when he was handling her too roughly. She escaped his grasp," Darla said, hoping to please the Master, with what was now her offering.
"Don't we already have someone in that job though?" the Master asked.
"Yes, sire," Luke said, stepping forward, "There are a few working on it in a warehouse above ground. They claimed they could erase signs of our presence from the official records, but they have not accomplished anything yet. I don't think they know what they're doing."
The Master beckoned for Willow to move closer. Her keeper released her, and she took a few hesitant steps forward. "What can you do?" the Master asked her.
"Well, I've broken into the school's computer a few times and a few of the city records," Willow said hesitantly. The Master looked up to Luke, who nodded.
"You've done well Darla. She will do nicely as one of our ranks."
"Thank you, Master."
"Shame on Thomas for doubting you. You may have the other one for yourself, especially since you've already tasted him. I shall initiate this one myself," the Master said.
"Thank you, sire," Darla said pulling Jesse towards her.
The Master held out his hand. Willow hesitantly put her hand in his, hypnotized by his eyes. He turned Willow around so that she faced the multitude of vampires, with the Master's arm under hers. He tilted her head to the side and swept her hair away from her neck. He took his nail and slit the wrist of his right hand. "Here," he whispered. He held up his wrist to her mouth, as he sunk his fangs into her neck.
Willow woke to find herself in a dark warehouse, with a new feeling of power and life. She got up to look around her. The warehouse had only a few windows, which were boarded up and had cloth hanging over them. Willow felt an intense hunger gnawing at her stomach. Willow let out a low growl of pain, as she stood up. "Hungry?" Darla asked.
Willow spun around to face her. She nodded, a small, evil smile playing about her lips.
"The new ones always are. First you eat, then you'll serve the Master," Darla said, pushing a teenage boy towards Willow. She caught him by the shoulders and her nostrils filled with the smell of fear and sweat. The boy looked wildly around trying to get a look at Willow, but she held him firmly with his back towards her. He was probably a few years older than she was and she vaguely remembered him as being a student at her school. He was lean, but strong, and Willow's smile grew to have a hungry air.
"Shhh," Willow cooed, nuzzling the back of his neck and reveling in the smell of him. Her hands loosened their grip and began to massage and caress his shoulders instead of holding them. "This could be fun for both of us," she whispered. She ran her right hand under his arm and began caressing his chest and pulling him closer to her so that their bodies were pressed against each other.
The boy's look slowly turned from fear into shock and confusion. Willow slowly began to let her right hand travel down his chest and her left hand travel down his strong arm. Her body moved rhythmically and sensuously against his, to a tune only she could hear. The boy's hormones began to take over and he forgot about Darla, who was standing just a few feet away and looking on with an arched eyebrow. The boy's right hand moved back to caress her leg, pressed against his. He leaned his head back and turned his head so that she could reach more than his ear and neck. Willow's left hand reached his, and their fingers interlaced, as she kissed and licked his jawline, staying just out of kissing range. She smiled as she felt his body react to her and his hand come up her leg to caress her hip. The fact that she could make a boy react to her in this way thrilled her.
She lifted up their interlaced hands, so that the soft side of his arm was up, keeping her right hand playing up and down his chest. She nuzzled her way down the inside of his arm. She stopped at his elbow, being able to feel his increased heartbeat, even here. She licked the inside of his elbow slowly and sensually, feeling his blood pulsing just millimeters from her tongue.
"Do you know what you're supposed to do with him?" Darla asked skeptically.
Willow turned her face towards her, bringing his hand up to caress her face. She smiled. "Before or after I feed?" Willow asked playing her fingers along his arm.
Darla smiled and let out a laugh. "I like you. I think we'll get along well," Darla said. Willow smiled happily, and nuzzled the boy's neck. Her right leg came up under his hand and he tried to pull her closer and turn to face her, but she wouldn't let him. "I'm afraid you don't have time for this though, not today. You have to prove yourself first," Darla said. Willow pouted a little, but smiled an instant latter.
"Do you know what comes next?" Willow whispered into the boy's ear.
"I can guess," the boy replied in a soft, deep tone, oblivious to everything but her.
"Next you scream," she said. He smiled a little, missing her meaning, but his attitude changed as Willow's nails raked across his abdomen and shoulder. He screamed and tried to break away, but Willow pulled him closer. She morphed into her vampire face, and sunk her fangs into his neck. The blood flowed into her mouth, hot with pain and remnant lust. Her hunger growled and she fed it, until it's cries abated and she had drained the boy dry.
Willow let him drop with a look that was half pout and half smile. "The fear was wonderful, but I would have liked to get him more worked up first," Willow said.
"Don't worry dear. Nothing tastes better than the fear. Our own kind are much better than any human, in the *other* department," Darla said smiling evilly. Willow smiled as well, looking up from her first victim.
"There," Willow said with a final keystroke.
"What?" Darla asked, coming to look over her shoulder.
"I hacked into the official records. According to them, Sunnydale is now a normal small town."
"How did you do that?"
"I changed the official number of murders, injuries, and missing persons. Now the records say that the death rate in Sunnydale reached a peak about 7 years ago, since then there has been an average decrease of four percent, leveling off last year."
"What did the records say originally?" Darla asked.
"That since 5 years ago Sunnydale's death rate has increased by almost forty percent total," Willow replied, "We've been busy."
"That number sounds too low and it all looks too clean" Darla replied.
"I made sure to add variances and make there be a tiny peak at 5 years ago, so if anyone remembers that as a turning point it's still in the records. I went through the police records and deleted file reports of murders done by policemen so that the police reports match the official reports. I tried to only erase the reports made by policemen who are now dead, but there weren't enough. We may have to kill a few."
"Sounds like fun. What about official reports on paper and the stories in the newspaper?"
"The official reports on paper will have to be found and burned so that they have to rely only on what's in the computer. As for the newspapers, someone seems to have been doing that for us. In fact, there wasn't much to do. As if someone was already trying to keep things quiet here. I just had to do the police records and the official records. According to the computer, Sunnydale is now not only a normal small town, but it's a nice one. The perfect place for families to move to."
"Can you tell who's been tampering with the newspaper files?" Darla asked.
"It seems as if no one has tampered with them. The only signs that someone may have is that we know the real stories. That means that they are either much better than I am, or someone kept the reporters from writing the stories in the first place."
"Hmm. Someone who can influence the reporters. The Master will want to hear about that. I think he'll be pleased," Darla said. Willow smiled and stood up walking away from the computer.
"What do you do all day?" Willow asked.
"Depends on your preference. Most is spent in sleeping or working or planning."
"Sounds boring. Being stuck inside all day," Willow said idly, walking around the room.
"Well, if you have the right man, it's anything but," Darla said smiling. Willow giggled mischievously, as she listened to the sounds that came through the walls to the back rooms.
"So I've heard. There are no children though."
"Vampires can't have children that way. The only way is to change them."
"Goody."
"It's a little hard to find a good man here though. Most of the more experienced partners are still back in Europe," Darla said with a tinge of regret, "But soon they'll be coming to us. Tonight the Master will rise and we shall turn Sunnydale into our playground."
"The Harvest," Willow said reverently.
"Yes."
"Do you think ... the Master might ... let me keep one of the humans for my good work today?" Willow asked.
"I doubt it. The Master is sometimes generous in his praise, but not often," Darla said. Willow nodded thoughtfully.
"When do you think I'll be able to get out of these horrid clothes?" Willow asked, looking at her clothes with a grimace.
"Come along. I'll let you borrow some of mine," Darla said. Willow smiled as Darla led the way.
Willow and Darla set out for the Bronze with Luke and a few other vampires. The Master had granted Willow's request, despite Darla's doubts. Darla and Willow were leading the way, making a striking first sight of the group. Willow had borrowed an outfit almost identical to Darla's, but they looked quite different. Darla had her hair blond hair down, and her shirt tucked into her flaring, short skirt. Willow had put her hair into a French twist, with a few red strands framing her face. She had tied the bottom of her shirt together so that her midriff showed, and unbuttoned it to a large extent, letting the top hang open casually. They were a striking contrast, as they led the group, whispering conspiratorially and wearing their game faces.
The bouncer's eyes grew large, as the group neared the entrance to the Bronze. Darla approached him first, pulling him in after her. Willow followed pushing the bouncer before her. Luke came next, leading with him the band of vampires. The vampires spread out to secure the entrances. Darla took Luke's proffered arm and Willow went through the crowd, her eyes searching for the one she would keep for herself.
She spotted him and reverted to her human guise. He was watching the dance floor, unaware of what was about to occur. She approached him from behind and casually placed her arm over his shoulders. He glanced up at her. "Hey Willow," he said glancing back to the dance floor. He did a double take and looked back up at her. "Willow ... I ... I ... what have you ... God you look..."
"Hi, Xander," she said with a smile, leaning down towards him and showing her cleavage. Xander started up out of his seat.
"Willow ... this is ... a new look for you," Xander said.
"What do ya' think?" Willow asked, twirling around and making her mid-thigh length skirt twirl even higher.
"It's nice," Xander squeaked. The lights blacked out for a seconds, before about half of them came back on again.
All eyes are drawn towards the stage, where Luke now stood with Darla on his arm. "Ladies and Gentlemen! There is no cause for alarm," Luke proclaimed, drawing all attention to him, "Actually, there is cause for alarm. It just won't do any good." Screams filled the Bronze as Luke morphed into his vampire features. "This is a glorious night! It is also the last one any of you shall ever see. Bring me the first."
A vampire shoved the bouncer on stage and Darla caught him, handing him to Luke.
"What do you guys want, man, huh?" he asked, "You want money? Man, what's wrong with your faces?" Luke grabbed the man by his throat and wrapped his other arm around his head.
"Watch me, people," Luke said, "Fear is like an elixir. It's almost like blood." Luke lowered his head, sinking his fangs into the bouncer and feeding on him. The bouncer screamed and then went limp. "Next!"
As the feeding began, Xander slowly backed away from the stage.
"Don't worry, Willow," Xander said.
"I'm not. I'll protect you," she said, wrapping her arm around his waist. "They said I could keep you," she whispered into Xander's ear. Xander glanced over at her, his look of confusion turning to horror as she reverted to her vampire features.
"What happened to you?" Xander asked.
"I made some new friends," she said. She pulled him back into the chair he had abandoned and pushed him down into it. "Look at it," she said pointing to the stage, "Death and sweet blood. His power is the Master's power. Soon the Master will come above to lead us, and we shall rule."
"Will what are you talking about? He's killing them. We have to get out of here," he pleaded with her.
"We have to stay," she said forcibly, "It's an honor to stay. I am one of them and soon ... you can join us."
"Come on, power is over-rated. Why don't we just go, we can undo whatever they've done to you," Xander said standing up.
"No!" Willow growled forcing him back down onto the stool. "You will join us," she whispered into his ear, her powerful arms wrapped around his shoulders, "But first you have to pay."
"Pay?" Xander asked, in a shaky voice.
Willow made an affirmative sound, as she reverted to her human face. "I loved you," she whispered, "I loved you for years and you never noticed."
"Willow, I ... I never knew."
"It hurt me. So, first you will feel pain. Then we'll be even. Then you will join us and we can start over."
"Start over?"
"You'll see," she said nodding.
"See what. Willow, I-"
"Shhh," Willow said pointing to the stage.
"Willow, I'm sorry if I hurt you. I didn't know-"
"Quiet!" she hissed, slapping him across the face.
"Willow we've got to get out of here!" Xander said, trying to rise, rather unsuccessfully.
"No!" Willow said with a growl, reverting to her game face. Xander tried to push her away, and get out of her reach, but she had her vampire strength. Willow growled in frustration. "You'll see," Willow said finally, knocking him out, "It'll be better this way."
Xander began to notice his surroundings as he slowly gained consciousness. The first things he noticed were that his hands were chained to the wall at a point somewhere above his head, and his feet where chained to the floor. As his sight returned, he noticed he was in an ill-lit room. More importantly though, he realized that there were two other people in the room. As his vision cleared he realized that it was Willow and a blond girl who looked vaguely familiar.
"This is who you've picked?" Darla asked. Willow smiled and nodded in the affirmative. "Hmm. Not my first choice, but he has potential," Darla said taking a step closer to Xander.
Willow smiled and walked over to stand beside Xander. "He's stronger than he looks," Willow said, running her hand over Xander's T-shirt and feeling the well-toned muscles beneath.
"May I?" Darla asked, taking a handful of his shirt.
"May you what?" Xander asked. Willow nodded and Darla ripped his shirt off with a jerk of her hand.
"Ladies, please! What am I a piece of meat?" Xander joked.
"Apt description," Darla replied, as she ran her hand over the well-muscled torso.
"He isn't very happy about joining us though," Willow said hanging on this arm.
"Not many are, but they like it once they've joined. Would you have willing joined if you knew?" Darla asked.
Willow cocked her head to the side for a moment. "No," she said smiling. "You'll like it with us, Xander."
"Well if all the ladies are as beautiful as you two, I'm sure any man would be happy, but I think perhaps it's better if I don't, so if you'll just untie ... unchain me, I'll be going."
"You're not going anywhere," Willow said.
"Well, I'll leave you to your amusement. You have a few hours, then the Master has some more work for you," Darla said as she turned and walked toward the only door. "Have fun," she said as she went out. Willow waved good-bye to Darla before turning back to Xander. She stepped back and stood before him for a minute, thoughtful for a second.
"What?" Xander asked nervously.
"I'm not sure where to start," Willow mused.
"How about with letting me go?" Xander suggested.
"Hmm, could be interesting," she murmured, "but I think I like you tied better."
"What's going on here Willow? Why can't you just let me go and we can both go home," Xander pleaded.
Willow shook her head. "Can't."
"Why not?" Xander asked.
"It's day," she said simply. "You'll like it here, Xander, but first you must pay."
"Pay?" Xander asked in a small voice as Willow turned her back on him to fetch a bag from the center of the room. "Come on Will," he said trying to laugh, "You know I'm broke. How about I just give you an IOU and we'll call it even?"
Willow shook her head drawing out a box of matches, a torch, and a club. She took a match and lit the torch, placing it in a holder near by. "For later," she whispered coming near him, "For now, I thought I'd start with something more hands on. You're right though. It'll be fun if we have a little more room."
She reached up and loosened the chains holding him. As he stepped away, he realized that the length of chain between him and the wall could be lengthened. He could probably sit now, but it would be hard for him to lie down or get any real distance from the wall.
"I don't know how much this actually helps, Will" Xander said, working the cramps out of his arms, "but thanks."
"Don't thank me, yet," Willow purred. She ran her hands over his bare chest.
Xander took a step back, ending up with his back to the wall, "Uh, Will?"
She smiled and moved her hands to his arms, massaging the cramps out. He relaxed under this more friendly action. "Does it hurt anymore?" she asked. Xander shook his head, happy under these attentions. "Good," she purred, "Because it will."
Xander's head jerked up in surprise, only to get slapped full across the face. His head rocked back under the impact of both the slap and the betrayal.
Darla listened to the screams coming from the room where Willow had her captive. She had been at it for almost an hour, now. She smiled as the boy screamed again. Her pupil was learning well.
Willow carefully undid the manacles at Xander's hands and feet, revealing burns beneath them. Willow laid aside the still hot manacles and helped the half-conscious Xander to a soft mat in the middle of the room. She carefully laid him down. His body was red from the impacts of her brutality and he was already beginning to bruise in several places. His face was relatively untouched, even though that's where she had begun. She hadn't wanted to harm the face she adored so much. Willow carefully bandaged Xander's wrists, ankles and the few cuts he had elsewhere. "Why?" he asked, as he realized what she was doing, trying to lift up his head.
"You were punished, because you hurt me, ignored me," Willow said. Xander shook his head weakly and tried to speak again.
"Why am I putting the bandages on?" Willow asked. Xander nodded. "Because we're even. Now you will join us and we can start over." Xander tried to say something more, but she shushed him and gave him a soft kiss and then a deeper one. Promising him much more in the future. Despite the pain she had inflicted, this still looked like his Willow and his hormones were reacting despite what his brain was saying. He didn't have time to react either way though, before Willow moved from his mouth to his neck. She licked it sensuously, sending shivers down his spine, before bearing her fangs.
The pain of her fangs piercing his skin shocked him into consciousness. His mouth fell open in a silent scream. She only drank for a few moments, but they seemed to drag on for an eternity as he felt his life slipping away. He could feel his eyelids growing heavier as she pulled away from his neck. She kissed him then, and he could taste the blood in her mouth, his blood. The taste seemed to revive him and he fought for more of the taste. She pulled away, a smile on her face. Xander tried to follow her to keep from breaking the kiss, but he was weak and she was strong. She took a small knife from a mat beside the bed and slit her wrist. She placed it to his lips and he fed hungrily. She pulled her wrist away when he had had enough. She kissed him again, already feeling the hunger growing inside him, as he slipped into unconsciousness.
"Soon," she whispered, and left him to slip into death and the afterlife.
Xander was woken by a gnawing hunger. He felt as if his stomach were trying to eat his insides for lack of nothing better. He let out a low growl as he sat up, unconsciously slipping into his vampire features. He looked around the room. His eyes came to rest upon Willow, standing near the door, but his attention was focused on the form huddled at her feet. It pulsed with life and blood.
"Hungry?" Willow asked. Xander nodded, his eyes fixed on the form, as he stood up. Willow hauled the man huddled below her to his feet and shoved him at Xander. He had only a moment before Xander sunk his fangs in savagely. It was a quick feeding, and Xander tossed the body aside, hunger sated.
For the first time since he had woken, he took a good look at Willow. She had changed into a black halter-top, covered by a dark green, mesh blouse in a loose 70's style. She now wore a long black skirt that had slits on both sides that almost reached her hip. Black knee high boots that were distinctly feminine completed the ensemble. Willow noticed him eyeing her. "We went shopping last night," she said. She twirled around to display her new outfit. "You like?" she asked.
"I like," he said holding out his hand. She smiled and placed her hand in his and let him draw her near. "You were pretty evil, when you brought me here," he said.
"That was before. Now we get to start over."
"Start over?"
Willow nodded and moved to remove the bandage from his wrist. "When I was changed, I felt like I was a new person. We're vampires now, not human. Did you feel it?" she asked releasing his now unbandaged and unharmed wrist.
"Yes," he said, running his hand over her shoulder.
She smiled and unbandaged his other wrist. "So now we're two new people. We can start over," she said, as she began nuzzling the inside of his wrist.
"Hmmm. Get reacquainted," he suggested, running his hand down her back and pulling her closer. Willow purred as he moved his other hand to caress her face and wound his fingers in her hair. She wrapped one arm around his neck and traced his jawline with her hand.
"Definitely," she told him. He smiled a feral grin and caught her lips in a passionate kiss. Their tongues met and they pulled each other closer in what was sure to only be the beginning of a wonderfully evil, new relationship.
I live for feedback and it keeps me writing. So send it to abaumgar@mason.gmu.edu That is of course, unless you don't want the sequel.