Summary: What if during the latest chapter of PC (chapter 15) Willow had been so injured that Buffy didn’t have time to take her to the hospital?

Disclaimer: I don’t own Buffy, Spike and Willow. I wish I did...there’s never a vengeance demon around when you need one. *sigh*

Aurhor’s note: Steph’s B Day Prezzie. Ya, I know it’s late. Beta’d by the fab BTL.

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Buffy knocked out the babbling Faith with ease. Willow’s condition was bad. Much worse than Buffy had ever seen one of her friends in. Her vampire senses told her that death was nearer than Willow liked to think it was. Buffy had to make a decision. There was no time to take her to the hospital.

Truth was that Buffy wasn’t willing to lose her friend. The look of fear that was on Willow’s face was palpable. It was just so much more all encompassing than the look of extreme pain that also was gracing Willow’s face. Buffy put on her resolve face.

“No, Buffy. Please don’t. You can’t be serious,” whispered Willow in protest, near panic. She had known what her friend was thinking even before Buffy had realised her own thoughts.

“It’s is the only way, Wills,” explained Buffy. “The only way I can keep you with me. The only way you won’t die.”

“Problem with that...I’ll be dead!. I don’t want to be a vampire.”

“Sorry Wills,” apologized Buffy sincerely walking towards her witch friend. Then, the vampire stopped and smiled, realising something. “No, actually, I’m not sorry.”

Buffy shifted into game face and knelt down, straddling Willow, bringing her fangs closer to her neck. In the confines of the room Willow had been inhabiting during her indeterminate stay in the warehouse, Willow screamed weakly. This was where she was going to die.

Her screams died out just after Buffy pierced Willow’s skin. It hurt. But following the hurt the sensation of having her blood sucked out of those two punctures brought Willow fast to the startling realisation that she liked this. The wetness of her panties was proof positive. Willow gasped as an orgasm rolled over her, before she found Buffy’s bleeding wrist thrust against her lips.

Willow knew that she shouldn’t drink the offered blood. It went against everything she knew and believed. Vampires were bad. Buffy was included in that statement now.

“Come on Wills,” Buffy’s voice cut through the din. “Drink up.”

As if it was some sort of pre-death instinct, Willow swallowed down Buffy’s blood. The red head’s eyes closed, feeling a sort of dark force impose itself on her body.

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Willow opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling of her bedroom. Nothing had changed except her. She was aware for the first time of every sound that was around her. And there was the very obvious lack of a sound. She didn’t have a heart beat. Not that it bothered her that it wasn’t there. What bothered her was the fact that she had never been hungrier before in her life than she was now.

Willow sat up to see Buffy walk into the room, her low cut shirt revealing fresh marks. Spike’s marks. They screamed out to her and her, instincts telling her just what they meant. Buffy belonged to Spike, that much was clear. Willow couldn’t help wondering if he wouldn’t mind sharing from time to time.

“Look who’s awake!” giggled Buffy with a smile.

“I’m hungry,” whined Willow, her voice taking a seductive edge to it, as Buffy sat down beside her on the bed.

Willow leaned in and nuzzled Buffy’s neck.

“I’m sure you are, Wills,” placated Buffy, petting Willow’s red hair for a moment. “I’ve got someone outside for you, just to deal with that little problem.” Buffy snapped her fingers and in walked a minion with a bound and gagged Watcher. “He’s all yours, Wills.”

Willow smiled and stood up from the bed. She ran her hands down the Watcher’s chest and cupped his flaccid cock through his pants. There was an instant reaction.

“This is no time to play with your food, Willow,” said Buffy, very mother hen like.

With a nod, Willow acknowledged her sire, as she reached up and tilted the Watcher’s neck to get a better handle on the bite. Her fangs already at the ready, she struck, biting deep, and making the man that probably thought he was going to rescue Willow from ‘Buffy the abomination’ scream in terror and pain.

The warm blood coursed down her throat, sending tingly feelings throughout her body. This was food that did a body good. The man went limp in her arms, his blood spent from his body. Willow dropped him to the ground and turned to look at her sire, blood on her lips.

“You got a bit of blood,” said Buffy, walking towards Willow, then ducking down to lick the dribble of blood off her childe’s chin.

Willow let her arms wrap about Buffy’s waist, as the elder vampire brought her childe in for a tender embrace. They stood there for a moment in silence before Willow’s hands decided to travel to places previously unexplored.

“She’s mine Childe,” warned Spike from the doorway all of a sudden.

Willow’s head darted up at the sound of her grandsire’s voice.

Buffy smiled up at her mate. “Come on Spike, can’t you share?” she said winking.