Summary: Set during Dopplegangland, Vamp!Willow meets up with Spike.

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Joss, not me, ‘K?

Author’s note: CopyKween’s B-day prezzie….yes it’s EXTREMELY late, but it’s the thought that counts, right? Beta’d by the wonderful BTL. *Extra hugs* ‘cause it’s not spuffy.

___________________________________

Vamp!Willow walked down the alley away from the Bronze, happy in the thought that she would get back to her world soon, and she could tell her master of a whole new world that had yet to be conquered. He’d be pleased. First thing she had to do was find out just where she was and how she could get back. Unfortunately it was always the white hats that knew that kind of thing.

Normally she hadn’t been the kind to seek out the white hats, that was for fledges that wanted to prove something to the master. She didn’t need to prove anything; she was one of his favourites. A role that she had stepped into willingly since Darla’s demise, Xander at her side.

But Xander wasn’t here, and neither was the Master. It was kinda lonely. Lonely wasn’t something that Willow was good at. She’d spent a lot of her mortal life outcast and alone. Alone was something she didn’t want to do again.

Willow turned the corner and stepped into the street. All around her humans were walking around freely in the dark, not a care in the world. They didn’t know about all the dangers that surrounded them. They couldn’t sense what she could. There were at least five vamps on the block, and two demons. Of the vamps, two were fledges and two were at least a decade old. But the last… Willow focused her senses on him. He was old. But there was something about him that made her want to seek him out.

She walked towards him, not heeding the humans that milled about and her slightly rumbly tummy. She had to get closer to this vamp, this master vampire. She might have been a favourite of the Master, but she was only just casting off the title of fledge herself.

His blond hair shone in the light from the floodlights attached to the various buildings that bordered the alley. He was clad in leather, much like she was, but he was clearly not dressed to impress, merely for comfort or out of habit.

The cigarette that dangled from his lips caught her attention for a moment and she experimentally inhaled the cool night air, something she hadn’t done since she was turned, consciously anyway. Her nerdy past perked up in the back of her head. To speak she needed to inhale air, force it past her voice box to make sound. All these years she had breathed only to speak, not for any other reason. This master vampire continued this human action though he didn’t need to. He intrigued her.

Painted fingers reached up to pluck the cigarette from his lips and flicked it towards the ground in an action that indicated his attitude: gruff and annoyed. Willow licked her lips in anticipation of their meeting.

Brushing past a few humans in her way, she was only a few metres away from him as he pushed another vamp away from him and then forced the intruder against the brick wall.

His eyes held fast on the intruder, forcing the younger vamp to look away and mumble his apologies.

“Spike, man, I’m sorry!”

“Damn straight, you’re bloody sorry,” said the master vamp with flourish. “You can keep your damn righteous speculation to yourself.”

Willow cocked an eyebrow up and wondered why this master vamp hadn’t just dusted the intruder then and there, to demonstrate his dominance. The milling humans didn’t even register in her mind. They didn’t matter.

The red headed vampiress stepped closer to the master vamp she had been walking towards as the intruder fled, lucky to be getting away with only a few bruises and perhaps a broken bone or two. She ran her hand across his shoulders, her fingers caressing the leather of his duster gently.

“Will you be so merciful to me when I ask why a Master Vamp like you is walking around without a minion in sight?” she asked, her voice low.

Willow stepped in front of this vampire and looked up at him through her lashes. He was beautiful, with gorgeous blue eyes that pierced her through the moment he looked at her.

Grabbing her wandering hand he pulled her further in front of him, pushing her into the light of the alleyway, getting a better look at her. A moment of confusion passed over his face before recognition and glee settled on his features.

“Well, well,” he started. He paused as his tongue curled and he looked her up and down with a leer that could not be mistaken. “Look who got herself turned.”

Willow looked at him a moment before she let the comment pass. She hadn’t known him before she was turned.

“I always thought you’d make a pretty little vamp. Where’s your sire, red?” he asked.

She gave him a pouty look. Her Master was in another world. She was lost without him. She must have let the sadness of being lost in this new world overwhelm her a bit, ‘cause he pulled her closer to him and wrapped his arm around her.

“We’re both sireless in this bloody hellhole,” he muttered before pulling her along with him as he walked out of the alley.

She felt comforted by his presence, as if she had known him all her life. His arm wrapped around her shoulders and she didn’t want to leave his side. It was a feeling she had only felt when she had been in the presence of family. She pressed herself into his side just a little bit more and inhaled.

He was Aurelian.

In her world everyone was Aurelian. The other vampire clans had been eliminated once the Master had been freed from his underground prison. But in this world she wasn’t sure.

He felt her press herself into his side as they walked, as if she wanted protection, reassurance, and companionship. He felt the pull of family. She was Aurelian. A dozen possibilities ran through his head. Maybe Angelus had fallen off the wagon, or maybe Dru had gotten to town before him. It didn’t matter about Dru though. He shook his head. He wasn’t going down that road again. Not even if she came back to him on her knees.

Their bloody family had shrunk in years past, but maybe together, this red headed witch and him could paint the town red, and make the name Aurelius feared once again.

Oh, who was he kidding? He just wanted to get revenge on Dru. He didn’t even know why he was back in Sunnydale. Probably one of the reasons why he shouldn’t have driven from Brazil to California drunk. Not that he remembered most of the drive.

He pulled Willow out of the alley and into the well lit street. He wanted to get away from the crush of the filth that was in the alley. She deserved better if nothing else. And she was the key to the Slayer. The Slayer that had poisoned him to Dru.

Willow’s rumbly tummy protested their trek away from the alleyway. She wanted to feed. With a turn of her head she zeroed in on this vampire’s neck and gave it a long lick, right over his jugular.

“Hungry,” she whispered, her lips just millimetres from his skin.

Spike pulled back from her a bit, wondering what was going on in that pretty little red head of hers. He dropped his arm from her shoulder, only to have her catch his hand in hers. She smiled at him coyly and weaved her fingers between his, while pulling him back towards the alley.

Stepping back into the dark recesses of the nearest alley, she dropped his hand and walked towards a couple, making out against the wall. She could smell the stink of a dozen men on the girl. A prostitute. Willow extended her hand and ran a fingernail down the john’s arm, rousing him from his pursuits.

Looking out from behind her client’s head, the girl glared at Willow. The john’s head turned and stared at Willow, a leer evident on his face.

“Are you part of the price honey?” he asked suggestively extending a hand to touch Willow through her leather outfit.

“That would be nice for you wouldn’t it?” she purred moving closer towards him.

“Hey!” protested the hooker indignantly. “He’s mine!”

“Awww, and you aren’t willing to share?” asked Willow, looking over her shoulders at the blond master vampire she’d attached herself to.

Spike had melted into the background as Willow approached her prey. She was glorious. With her pointed look back at him, he pushed himself off the wall and sauntered towards the pair of perplexed humans.

“Uh, I don’t do foursomes,” responded the man.

“Neither do I,” Spike observed. “Not since I had a choice in the matter anyway,” he added under his breath.

Willow heard his comment, however, and cocked an eyebrow up. Reaching out she grabbed the john’s arm and twisted him around in one smooth motion so that he was facing her. She pushed his head to the side and revealed her fangs.

There was a scream behind her as the prostitute suddenly realised what she had been speaking to. Too late though, and her scream was cut off as Spike sunk his own fangs into her pale neck.

With a smile, Willow drank, her tummy rumblies finally sated as the blood ran down her throat. She let the john’s lifeless body slip to the grungy pavement, licking her lips.

As her blond companion let his meal drop to the ground Willow couldn’t help but feel that familiar wetness she felt after she’d drunk. As he licked the residual blood off his lips, she knew almost giggled before stepping towards him and running her tongue over the last dribbles of blood that were left on his chin.

To say that Spike was surprised that Willow was licking blood off of his chin, was an understatement. He stepped back from the younger vampiress in confusion, only to have her sad eyes look up at him hurt.

“Willow? I thought you had a thing for the wolf?” he asked.

Willow shook her head with a coy smile. She had no idea what he was talking about. She’d only ever truly attached to Xander and the Master, both of which were nowhere to be seen in this new world she was trapped in. Willow stepped closer to him, her hands running up and down her sides seductively. Reaching out, she walked two fingers up his black tee shirt clad chest and up his neck, eventually allowing her hand to tangle in his platinum blond hair. She pulled his mouth down to meet hers.

Spike pressed his lips onto her soft ones, and slid his tongue out to part them. The tepid temperature of her mouth was familiar. A sudden comparison of Willow to Drusilla passed through his mind. It was fleeting but worrisome that he still thought about that ‘bitch’ that left him, twice. He needed to get her out of his system right away.

Willow pressed her body against him, hands buried beneath his duster. She nipped up the side of his neck and his ear lobe. “Take me somewhere,” she purred.

Spike grabbed her hand, that was lingering a little too close to his already aroused member, and tugged her out of the alley and towards his latest place to crash. Or more appropriately, where he parked the his car.

Spike’s black Desoto was parked out side outside one of Sunnydale’s many cemeteries. Its blackened windows made it look like it had been abandoned. Spike knew differently of course. That car held what little connection he had with the living world.

Spike let go of Willow’s hand as they approached the car. He walked a few steps closer to the car before she spoke.

“Are your minions nearby?” asked Willow looking around curious.

Spike snorted. “Minions, Red? That’s rich. Why the bleedin’ hell would I have minions now? I just got into town.”

A flash of disappointment spread over Willow’s face. No minions meant she would have to get her own, she couldn’t just insinuate herself on to this vampire’s minions. She needed minions; it was the basis for power. It would help her subdue this world. The Master would be pleased.

“Then you will just have to get some,” she said sweetly, walking towards him. “How else will you rule this town?”

Spike pulled a cigarette out of the pack that lived in his duster pocket and lit it. The glowing red ember drew Willow’s attention to his lips. Soft lips that she had not long ago felt on her own mouth.

“Don’t want to rule this hellhole, Red,” he answered honestly. “I want the Slayer dead. Then I’ll make my merry way elsewhere, preferably were the liquor flows freer and the women look at lot like you.”

Willow giggled, and put a hand on his chest. One blood red painted finger trailed down his rib cage.

“I want you to rule this town,” she said firmly. “And with my help, you will.”

Spike plucked the cigarette out of his mouth and blew the smoke away from Willow’s face. Willow pushed his arms back against the car roughly, catching him off guard. The cigarette dropped to the ground, singing a few blades of grass.

Her hands drew up his tee shirt that had been tucked into his pants and scratched her nails against his white skin. Her fingers sought out his nipples as Spike’s hands fumbled for something to grab onto. Her knee pressed towards his aching cock. His mind on his cock, he failed to register his tee being lifted up and was suddenly brought back to her actions by the cool feeling of her tongue on his skin.

Nimble fingers made easy work of his belt, pushing the leather away from her target, the button that fastened his jeans. Popping the button open, Willow slid her hand into his jeans, forcing the zipper down. An excited smile passed over her face as she for the first time comprehended his girth. She scratched roughly at his delicate skin and growled softly. She drew him out, her eyes finally putting a visual to her tactile senses. He was large. Much larger than Xander, the Master, or her puppy Angel.

She wasn't going to miss her puppy with Spike around her.

Suddenly she was down on her knees, capturing his girth in her cool mouth. Spike looked down to see blood red lips engulfing his prick, swallowing him down with every movement of her throat.

The Master had always said she was the best little cocksucker of the family, and that included Darla who'd had so much practice as a human.

Willow's tongue skirted around the soft head of his cock, eliciting a moan from the master vampire before her. She repressed the smile she felt and sucked harder, her blunt human teeth barely scratching his shaft.

Spike's eyes rolled back into his head as Red sucked him off. It had been so long since his poor neglected cock had any attention, what with Dru giving it away to Chaos demons and the like. The last time he'd seen Willow Rosenburg, she'd still been human and virginal. It made him harder knowing that all that purity was giving him the best blowjob he'd had in ages.

Spike pressed her head towards his groin, forcing her to take in more of his hard cock. With a grin on his face, he thrust into her mouth roughly. She put herself in this position and he was determined to keep her there. Willow Rosenburg was going to be his. Not only would it piss off the Slayer, but he wanted her cool mouth to suck him off on a regular basis.

With a groan, Spike spent his load into Willow's mouth, flooding her throat with his cold seed. She swallowed it down as best she could before Spike pulled his already hardening cock out of her mouth and forced her to stand. With a rough push, she was forced towards the car, her backside facing the fully aroused master vampire. Behind her, she felt her corset pulled apart, seams ripping, and the zipper lowered on her leather pants. No ceremony or comment was had before she was bare bottomed to anyone who bothered to walk into that particular part of the cemetery.

Similarly there was no formality as Spike positioned himself at her dripping entrance and thrust up into her cool pussy from behind, holding her close as he pumped into her. Willow's nails scratched at the brick of the building she was leaning against as she took the full force of his thrusts. His fury was unequalled in her past experiences. It was as if he was trying to violate her. Too bad she was a willing participant.

She needed him to get back to her Xander. She needed him to bring this world to its feet for the Master. She knew how the vampire world worked. Her cunt was used for political manoeuvrings. Though never with one so large before.

She might have to keep Spike around for longer than she originally intended.

With one hand on her abdomen and one squeezing her right breast, Spike carried on his manic thrusts into her wet channel. She'd been used by others. He was having troubles rationalizing that thought as she moaned, his cock hitting a little too deep within her. He didn't care though, she was going to be his to use, his to fuck when and where he wanted. He slammed into her, making her scream out in pain. A smile spread out over his face. Fangs to the fore, he leaned in, his cock pumping away.

Suddenly his fangs were in her throat, sucking away the blood of the John she'd eaten. His fangs and cock inside of her was enough to make her cum. She cried out unintentionally. The moment the scream left her lips, Spike pulled out and forced her to the ground again, blood dripping from his lips.

Willow looked up at him with wide eyes. She'd lost the game, that she'd thought he didn't know they were playing. Panting uncontrollably, she was forced to accept his cock back into her mouth to finish him off. She hadn't planned to cum. It was disappointing, to submit to him like that. It wasn't what she'd intended.

Spike spent into her mouth for the second time that evening, knowing that he'd have this one broken to his will soon enough. But next time he'd like to take her on a bed.

Willow tried to right her torn clothes as Spike zipped up. Eventually, the gentleman in him offered his duster to cover her ivory skin. She was his, he didn't want others ogling his toy. With her covered up to his satisfaction, he grabbed her hand and led her further into the cemetery.

"Let's see about this ruling the world thing you want me to do, eh?" he started. “Don’t want to, but it might be fun for a while. I hate to be bored. Might draw the Slayer out.”

Willow nodded happily. “Then our family can rule the world.”

___________________________________