Claim You Myself

by Mike McD & Tony McD

Copyright © 2004

o163210@iprimus.com.au

Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer nor do I own any other characters. This is a work of fiction written your enjoyment.
Distribution: The Mystic Muse    http://mysticmuse.net
Anywhere, just keep my name on it and tell me where it's going.
Feedback: Is appreciated.
Author's Notes: This story is one of many fic ideas/unfinished fics of Tony's that's sitting on his hard drive just waiting to be finished. I've wanted to write a B/W fic for a while but I couldn't come up with an idea for a story, so I grabbed one of Tony's fic ideas and, well...finished it. As such, this story is more Tony's than mine hence Tony's name up in the author's slot.
Pairing: Willow/Buffy

Buffy watched a frantic Willow pace back and forth across the library. Two days ago the evil Vampire version of Willow escaped before they could send her back to whatever hell world she came from. To make matters worse, Xander disappeared without trace at the same time. None of them wanted to give voice to the heart breakingly obvious conclusion.

Vamp Willow had killed or, worse yet, turned Xander.

Buffy remembered the unbearable pain she had felt when they had thought Willow had been turned. She also remembered the pure love and joy she felt once she learned that Willow was still alive and there was in fact another Willow, an evil Vampire Willow from another reality, running around.

It was discomforting seeing what the vampire version of Willow was like.

Predatory.

That was the one word that best described her. Most vampires were animals. Kill, crush, and destroy. But Vampire Willow was much different. She wore the child like sweetness and innocence of Willow as if a beautiful mask to hide the demon that lurked just beneath the surface. Her body language declared her confidence as the supreme predator as she moved through the night like a panther.

Predatory.

Sexual.

Buffy shook her head to clear her mind of the thought. She needed to concentrate on Xander's disappearance.

"Has there been any indication from Xander's parents if he had come home in the last day or two?" Giles asked Willow.

"I tried calling them but nobody's home." She told the Watcher.

*Nobody home or nobody alive* Buffy wondered to herself. Rather than adding to Willow's fears by expressing the thought, Buffy turned to Giles instead.

"I think I should head on over to Xander's place. Look for any sign he's been home lately."

Giles gave Buffy a look; knowing and sharing Buffy's unspoken fears.

"Yes. I think that might be a good idea." He agreed.

"I wanna come too." Willow declared.

"No!" Buffy said a little too sharply. She went on in a more gentle tone. "I need you and Giles to stay here and figure out a way of finding vamp you and sending her back, OK?"

Willow looked as though she was about to argue the point with Buffy, but she paused then nodded her acquiescence. Buffy went up to the redhead and laid a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

"Don't worry Willow, we'll find Xander. I promise."

It was a promise that rang hollow in Buffy's mind as she headed out into the night.

Buffy circled Xander's house looking for any sign of Xander or his parents. All the blinds and curtains were closed.

An awful sinking feeling emerged in the pit of her stomach.

Buffy approached the back door of the house with great trepidation. She tried the door and found it unlocked. Quietly she slipped into the deathly silent house.

In the kitchen found the horribly mutilated bodies of Xander's parents. Giving them one last look, Buffy crept into the living room.

There she saw signs of a struggle; a broken lamp and table, blood on the carpet. But still no indication of Xander. She paused suddenly. A sound. Someone or something else was in the house.

She tightened the grip on her stake and headed towards the source of the sound.

When she got to the hallway she found clothes scattered on the floor. A pair of leather pants, Xander's shirt all torn and bloody, a pair of Xander's jeans. She stopped in front of Xander's room, the door open a fraction. She pushed it all the way open.

Xander sat on his bed, dressed in leather pants and a white t shirt. Vamp Willow was behind him with her arms wrapped around him, whispering something into his ear.

"Xander?" Buffy asked, advancing into his room. She stopped dead in her tracks as Xander slipped into game face.

"Buffy." He replied with a low growl.

"Now, now, Xander. We talked about this, so behave." Willow chided him. His face returned to normal. "Good boy." Willow told him and kissed him. She looked back to Buffy, then rolled off the bed and stood up.

Buffy heart, which had up until now had been racing, stopped. Willow stood before her wearing a leather corset that emphasized her breasts.

But she was naked from the waist down, the fiery thatch of hair stark against the pale alabaster of her skin.

Buffy stood rooted to the spot, her eyes unable to leave the mass of red curls as Willow sauntered over to her.

"I've been hoping you'd turn up. Xander's told me all about you."

Buffy suddenly remembered the stake in her hand and brought it up menacingly, locking eyes with the vampire.

"Don't think I won't stake you. You're not my Willow." Buffy threatened. Vamp Willow just smiled.

"I'm not?" Vamp Willow asked with faux innocence. "Or maybe I'm 100% pure, unadulterated Willow."

"No. You're not. You're nothing like my Willow." Insisted Buffy. There was something about the vampire in front of her that unnerved the Slayer. It wasn't the demon wearing her friend's face; it was something deeper, unwanted.

"Who is your Willow? Do you truly know your Willow? The real, hidden, Willow?"

Buffy's mouth opened but no sound came out.

What did she mean by the real, hidden Willow?

When someone became a vampire, the person died and the demon took over. The demon retained the memories of the person, but nothing more.

Didn't they?

"There's so much you don't know about your Willow." The vamp told her as it came within inches of Buffy's face.

"So many deep... dark... secrets." Willow whispered into Buffy's ear. The smell of cinnamon, strawberries, and leather assailed Buffy's senses and made her light headed. The vampire slowly circled around her so closely that she could feel the cool breath on her skin as the vampire spoke.

"When she was a little girl, Willow used to play Barbie with Amy. She didn't like playing Barbie with little Xander because he was a big Barbie stealing meanie." Willow gave Xander a playful glare.

"Then one day, Willow discovered a new game to play with Amy."

Buffy was frozen, unable to move as vamp Willow stood behind her and wrapped her arms about the Slayer's body.

"A better game." Willow murmured as her left hand caressed Buffy's breasts while her right hand slid down into the front of Buffy's jeans and panties.

"A naughty game."

Buffy gasped as she felt Willow's cold fingers invade her suddenly hot and moist core.

"A forbidden game."

Slowly, rhythmically, Willow caressed and teased Buffy's most secret of places with practiced expertise. Buffy's mind screamed out in protest but it was betrayed by her body, which trembled with pleasure. Buffy closed her eyes and gave herself over to the sensations.

"Willow knew it was naughty. She knew she would get into so much trouble for playing their game. She was scared. But she like the game more."

Buffy breath came in short gasps as Willow picked up the pace of her caresses in response to Buffy's growing heat and wetness. When Willow pinched her nipple Buffy was unable to stifle a long, low moan. Buffy leaned heavily against Willow as her legs began to resemble jelly under Willow's ministrations.

"They played their game for years, right up until junior high when Amy decided she didn't want to play any more. That terrified Willow. She didn't want Amy telling anyone of their game. Amy never did and neither did Willow. She kept the secrets buried deep inside where nobody could ever find them.

"Secrets. Like her secret taste for blondes." Willow whispered into Buffy's ear then sensuously licked the side of Buffy's neck.

The feeling of the cold, wet tongue on her neck and cold fingers deep inside her brought Buffy right to the very edge of orgasm.

And suddenly the cold fingers and hands were gone. Buffy's body screamed for its release and longed for cold, slender fingers to return and displace the longing void inside. Buffy slumped against Xander's dressing table as her knees gave way. Trying to regain her breath, Buffy opened her eyes to see Willow and Xander standing before her.

Willow put a juice covered finger in her mouth and savored the rich and heady flavors. Willow then presented the other finger to Xander who likewise relished the nectar of the Slayer's forbidden fruit.

When he was done, Willow gave an unresisting Buffy a long, passionate kiss.

"Go back to your Willow. And when you do, remember that underneath that sweet... pink... innocent... façade. There. Is. Me."

Willow and Xander started heading out of the room when Willow paused at the door way and turned back to face the shaken Slayer.

"Who knows? If your Willow doesn't claim you as her own, maybe one day I'll come back and claim you myself."

The two vampires departed leaving a quivering, saddened, and longing Buffy behind them.

The End