Summary: Vamp!Willow and Spike meet up with some Scoobies.

Disclaimer: Joss is god. I am a lowly plebe in the world of Spuffy….err, Spillow, that’s right I’m writing Spillow.

Author’s note: Some dialogue taken from “Dopplegangland” Thanks to the wonderful and talented Bloodytearsoflife for the beta-ing.

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Chapter 2: Her

If Willow was honest with herself, this Master Vampire was a slight disappointment. No minions, no lair, and yet she was extremely intrigued. She couldn’t help it. She had a thing for complicated men. He had power though and she could use that.

“Why the bloody hell do you want minions?” he asked as she insisted they get some again.

“They make me happy,” she cooed, sidling up to him and running her hand up his bare arm.

“They make me feel like I‘m surrounded by bloody idiots,” he retorted.

“Don’t you want to make me happy?” she asked, with a slight pout.

“I thought I’d already done that tonight?” he responded with a leer.

Spike took a hard look at the possibly former witch. Had she lost her bleedin’ mind when she was sired?

She slid her hand along his arm and up to his neck. Willow toyed with the blond curls at the back of his neck for a moment.

Why am I always the one that’s attracted to barmy bints? he asked himself.

“What do you want to do, pet?” he asked.

“I wanna make this like my world.”

“Your world?” Spike looked back at her, unsure.

Is this really the slayer’s witch?

She pulled on his hand, drawing his attention back to her, rather than his introspection.

“Where do you want to go, luv?” he asked with a peculiar grin.

“The Bronze!” she breathed.

“Why the bloody hell do you want to go there? The Slayer’s bunch hang out there,” he noted with a twinge of worry in his eye.

He’d made a deal with the Slayer that he wouldn’t come back to this soddin’ town. Ya, he hadn’t meant a bleedin’ word of it, but he wasn’t set up, wasn’t ready to have her know he was back and take her on.

“The Slayer?” Willow asked with a shake of her head.

Willow tried thinking back to her world, the fight she was pulled from. The Slayer. Blond girl, no fashion sense. “She’ll ruin my party.”

“Has a habit of that, ya,” he countered.

“If she ruins your party, why didn’t you kill her?” Willow asked.

Spike exhaled sharply. “Do you like bringing up my failures?”

“No,” she responded quietly. “I haven’t been here too long. I don’t know what’s going on.”

He looked back at her with tenderness. “Just how long have you been here luv?”

Willow shrugged. “The only thing I like here is you,” she answered, eluding his question.

“That’s right nice of you.”

Spike gave her hand a squeeze. The wild temptress that had jumped his bones in the alley back there was suddenly very Willow like. But this wasn’t the Willow he knew. She was probably out there right now having some girly thing with the slayer.

“Let’s go to the Bronze, luv,” he said pulling this Willow along. “Get those minions you want.”

She smiled a little. “You’re just trying to make me happy. Humouring me.”

“I’m a big fluffy ponce when it comes to bints. Can’t help it.”

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The pair of vampires walked into the Bronze, hands clasped, Spike‘s duster fluttering around Willow as she walked. It was the calming presence of Spike that kept her from freaking out. All around her people were looking at her up and down. She met them all with a scowl. They were all blood sacks on legs.

“Don’t pay attention to them, love,” Spike whispered, in her ear before nibbling gently on her lobe. With a squeeze of her hand, Spike broke off and headed to the bar.

Suddenly bereft of Spike’s presence by her side, Willow walked through the bar looking for something that was very familiar. Unfortunately, her distracted state caused her to step into the path of one those blood sacks that was walking around happily, instead of cowering in terror like he was supposed to be.

“Hey!” shouted the tall boy she had bumped into. “Rosenburg? What are you doing, trick or treating?” He pointed at her. “You’re supposed to be at home doing my history report. If I flunk that class, you’re in big trouble with Snyder. Till we graduate, I own your ass.”

Willow looked the boy up and down before rolling her eyes at him.

“Bored now,” Willow stated before hitting the irritating adolescent with the heel of her hand, sending him flying backwards to land on a nearby pool table.

She looked briefly over at Spike who was taking a shot of something amber coloured, laughter in his eyes.

Willow turned her attention to the boy on the pool table, slowly walking towards him.

“I'm having a terrible night,” Willow started. “Aside from, well, earlier. That was fun.” Willow smiled knowingly, before turning her attention back the boy. “Wanna make it better?”

The impotent fool tried to fight her off. It was really quite annoying actually, especially when he started to choke her. Obviously this moron didn’t know what a vampire could do. That particular thought brought a smile to her face as she started to choke him back. It was comical really.

Until someone pulled the pretty boy away from her.

“Back off! You stay away from her,” shouted a familiar voice. A voice she really had wanted to hear.

Before she had left her world, she’d watched him dust, but here he was, alive. Her Xander. All was right with the world again.

“Xander!” she exclaimed joyfully, rushing to give him, her lover, her friend, a hug.

“Will, changing the look not an idle threat with you,” he commented.

“You’re alive!”

Xander was in her arms and that was all that mattered in that moment. He felt so good; he was family. Her hands caressed every part of him that she could touch, and she started to wonder why he wasn’t returning the favour.

“Uh, Will this is verging on naughty touching here.”

His words held little value; she just wanted him. With him she had another ally in this crazy mixed up world. The two of them, and Spike, could make the Master’s dream come true.

“Don’t wanna fall back on bad habits. Hands! Hands in new places!”

It was his final exclamation that roused her out of nostalgia. There was something new about Xander. Something really not good.

“You’re alive,” she said as if the fact of him being alive was really gross.

“You’ve mentioned that before. Will, are you okay?” he asked backing away from the already recoiling girl.

“No!” she exclaimed. “Everything’s different.”

And then she appeared. The slayer. Her.

“Oh, there you are,” the slayer started.

Xander stared back at Willow as the vampire found herself frozen on the spot, looking between Xander and the Slayer.

“Hey Buff,” greeted this Xander.

“Aren’t you gonna introduce me to your... Holy god you’re Willow,” sputtered the Slayer.

Willow tore her eyes from Xander’s and fixed the Slayer with a glare of hatred. “You,” she spat.

The expression on Buffy’s face changed.

“Will, I’m sorry about today. You know how my foot likes to live in my mouth. But you know you really didn’t have to prove anything.”

Willow had no idea what the Slayer was going on about, and it was boring, whatever it was.

“Leaving now,” she muttered.

“Will, gotta say not loving the new you,” this Xander remarked.

Annoyed, Willow turned away from the pair of humans.

“Will, wait...” started Buffy, putting her hand on Willow’s arm, then turning her around.

This slayer was really annoying her. And when she was really annoyed, the bumpies came out to play.

“Get off of me,” Willow roared, her yellow demon eyes flashing at the Slayer who held her arm. Shaking free, Willow walked towards the back door of the bar and into the alleyway, hoping to find Spike. There was no way she was staying in the Bronze with the Slayer there.

Spike was already in the alley, lighting up a cigarette, and leaning against the wall when she arrived.

“We really have to stop meeting like this,” she purred stalking towards the Master vamp.

“Have a nice chat with your friends?” he asked.

“Not my friends. Not my Xander. And her...”

“Ya, her,” repeated Spike. “Bloody thorn in my side.”

“You’re afraid of her!” Willow taunted.

“Am not!” Spike denied, blowing out the cigarette smoke.

“Then why did you leave when she arrived?”

“Didn’t want to draw attention. Mortal enemies and all that. Have tried to kill her a couple of times.”

“Tried?”

“She’s a tough one alright.”

“Did she hurt you?”

Spike’s head snapped up at the comment. Dru had said that once to him.

“Ya, she’s hurt me. Stronger for it too,” he boasted.

Willow stepped closer to this Master she had attached herself to.

“Then we’ll have to hurt her back,” sighed Willow. “She makes me cranky.”

“And what do I make you, pet?” Spike asked, slipping his hand beneath his leather duster that she still wore and along her side.

“Wet,” she purred leaning forward and giving his neck a lick. “Come?” she asked grabbing his cigarette out of his mouth and taking a drag of it herself.

“Just how wet are you?” he asked shifting his hand from her side to cup her leather encased mound.

“Why don’t you find out?” she purred before latching on to his lower lip.

His hands found the zipper to her leather pants.

It wasn’t as bad this time, but he had to have her now. He forced her pants down around her ankles while she slid his hard cock out of his jeans.

Willow looked up at him coyly from under her eyelashes. This time she’d win the game. He turned her so that her back was against the wall, his knee forcing her legs open. In seconds, she had impaled herself on his rigid cock and was writhing against him, forcing the Master vampire to moan in delight.

He thrust into her viciously, as Willow descended her fangs into his neck, supping from the rich blood he held in his veins. Spike answered her bite with a roar that filled the alley. Pumping into her, he could feel her walls fluttering around him, the squeeze of her muscles clamping onto his cock with a ferocious bite. Spike’s free hand found her clit and pinched it carefully in time with his thrusts.

Willow’s fangs left his neck, blood dripping from her lips. Her red tongue poked out and licked the dribbles up, her yellow eyes focused on his blue ones. She was trying so hard. Sex was a weapon she’d learned to use so well. In him she’d met her match.

That much was clear when she couldn’t help but give in to the feelings his cock stirred within her. She gasped her completion, Spike following shortly afterwards.

He set her down with shaky arms, and did himself up, then reached for a cigarette and lit up.

“We best get going, don’t want the Slayer messing up our fun,” he stated, walking a few steps before turning around. Spike raised his hand towards her, as if beckoning her to take his outstretched hand.

Willow fixed her clothes and took his hand.

“The world's no fun anymore. We're gonna make it the way it was. Starting with the Bronze,” she said smiling.

“Whatever makes you happy luv,” he responded without thinking. Yep, I’m a sucker for the barmy ones.

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Tbc…