"More champagne!" Spike weaved his way through the crowd carrying two tall green bottles. "We must have more!!"
Depositing them on one of the many tables filled with food, he looked around. Never has he witnessed an occasion such as this. And it was unlikely that it will ever come again.
"Come join the fun, love." Two arms reached out from behind him, pulling Spike away from the table. Drusilla turned him around, a smile lighting up her face. She lead him to the center of the room, moving her slender body to the music that was blaring out from a nearby radio. "We must celebrate."
Spike wrapped his arms around her waist. Slowly, they began to dance. "Of course, ducks. Tonight will rival all other nights in history." Breaking out into laughter, he said, "I can't believe we're actually going to do this."
The warehouse was packed with vampires, all clad in formal evening wear. Drusilla had insisted on this being a black-tie affair. And who would be foolish enough to go against her wishes? Everyone clustered in groups of four or five. Most were quietly talking, but a few lingered on the dance floor.
All around, dark red roses could be seen everywhere. They were draped on the chairs, hung on the walls, and decorated the stairs. Spike noted that Dru didn't go berserk over them like she did when they reassembled the Judge. Dozens of candles were lit, filling their home with a romantic yet haunting glow.
"Spike?" Drusilla's voice broke through his thoughts.
"What? Oh sorry, love. I was just admiring your wonderful decorations. What were you saying?"
"She's here."
"Where?" He followed Dru's glance up the stairs and soon spotted a figure standing in the shadows. He smiled. "And so she is." With a snap of his fingers, another vampire appeared at his side. "Is everything ready?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good. Make sure we don't have any uninvited guests." The male vampire nodded, and headed up the stairs quickly. Spike then turned to Drusilla. "I'll go up and see if she's going to go through with this. If not, she'll still make a excellent dessert."
Climbing the stairs two at a time, he reached the solitary mortal on the landing in a matter of seconds. "Hello, love. Are you still holding up your end of the deal?"
"Yes." A short, confidant response. There was no regret in her voice.
Ever since that night she cornered him in the alley, he has looked upon her with newfound respect. Spike grinned maliciously. "I can't wait to see the Slayer's reaction when she finds out." He noticed that the vampire he sent outside had just come back. "Was there anyone outside?"
"No. The streets are empty."
Spike dismissed him, and looked below. He made eye contact with Drusilla and signaled her. A minute later, the music stopped, and Spike saw that the other vampires ceased their conversations. All was silent as everyone looked up.
Clearing his throat, he said, "Ladies and gents, thank you for attending tonight's gathering. Not that any of you had a choice." He smirked. A few days before, he sent word out for everyone to show up. None of them took his message lightly. Especially after he demonstrated what would happen if they didn't come. Spike relished the thought of Wilhem screaming in the cage as it rose toward the sky. How thrilling it was to watch, just like the time he got rid of the Anointed One.
"You are all about to witness a most memorable event. This will be a victory in our war against the Slayer." At that last word, a hiss could be heard from below. "Settle down, folks. She will be beaten, I promise you." He paused and waited for silence once more. "Now, may I introduce our guest of honor." Spike stepped aside so everyone could see the newcomer.
The crowd of vampires stared at the female figure standing next to their boss. Most of them knew of her but they've never seen her until now. Those who had seen her before while looking for a meal usually ended up on the other end of of a stake. Scattered amongst the crowd were a few who fought the Slayer and her friends and escaped. These few were stunned by the mortal's appearance.
Usually, she is seen dressed in casual clothing. Nothing at all like what the Slayer wears. She normally stayed away from revealing clothes, preferring comfort over glamour. It was always typical teenage wear. Tonight, it was different.
Instead of jeans and a t-shirt, she wore a long strapless gown. The royal blue velvet hugged her slender body and billowed out slightly at the bottom. Spiked heels replaced her favorite pair of sneakers. A silver beaded chain adorned her neck. She was the perfect model of simplistic elegance.
Completing this graceful appearance were the long tresses flowing behind her. Undoing the normal braids and pigtails, her hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of molten lava. The red locks shone even in the dim candlelight.
Willow Rosenberg ignored all the looks she was getting as she slowly descended. Her shoes clattered on the metal steps, and she stared straight ahead. A million thoughts raced through her head as she reached the bottom. Thoughts of her sweet revenge.
Buffy will definitely not know what hit her until it's too late. Willow frowned slightly as she thought of her friend. The friend who destroyed her life. If only they never left town...
Did they really expect her to be able to deal with the vampires by herself? They told her she was capable of staking them or causing them great harm. At the time, she somewhat believed it herself. But not anymore. Sure, she could handle one, but not the big group she faced last weekend. It was a miracle she escaped them, but it was too late for the others.
It was the second time that she was the one to find the bodies. Something she thought she would never have to go through again. Yet she did. Only it was much, much worse this time. She was going to live with the images of her dead parents for eternity. Their pale skin and the horrified expressions on their faces were permanently embedded in her mind.
Willow didn't let the tears fall. She cried enough for a lifetime at the funeral and the wake. There would be no more tears from her. She was all out of them.
The only thing left for her to do was avenge their deaths. Not that it was an easy feat to accomplish. She was fortunate that Angel didn't notice she was in the house. The stake was driven home, the look of surprise on his face, and then the pile of dust on the floor. It was all over in a matter of seconds.
At the funeral, Buffy and the others appeared guilt-stricken. They never left her side during the day. How ironic it was. The time she really needed them to be there, they weren't. Why did they even bother to show up at the cemetary? She certainly didn't need their presence at the burial.
It doesn't matter anymore. Nothing does. The only thing that counts was that Buffy failed her. Again. First her friends in the A-V Room, then poor Miss Calendar. Willow will never forget the phone call from Giles a few weeks ago. She was still grieving for her favorite teacher when Buffy failed her for the third and final time.
As she made her way to the front of the crowded warehouse, Willow allowed a small smile to appear on her face. Yes, Buffy was definitely going to wish she stayed in town instead of going off to L.A. And she had to take the others along with her, didn't she? The redhead couldn't wait for the Slayer to feel the pain she's felt the past few days.
Drusilla extended her hand to Willow when she got close enough. The girl accepted it as she stepped onto the dais the vampires built a few hours before her arrival. Spike's consort lead her to the throne-like chair and Willow sat down, feeling like a Queen. After all, she was the reason for tonight's festivities.
Spike joined the two of them on the dais. He knelt down so he could see her face. "Are you ready?"
She took a deep breath. There was no turning back at this point. "I'm ready." And she was. She nodded at him, and tilted her head slightly.
The leader of the vampires grinned evilly and stood up. He gently brushed the long red locks away from her face, exposing her pale, smooth neck. Spike licked his lips. This was going to be one delicious meal. Shifting to his game face, he bent down and bit in. Her pure, sweet blood was nothing he had ever tasted before. He craved for more and sucked even harder.
Willow let out a small gasp as Spike's fangs pierced her neck. The pain didn't last very long as he began to drain her life away. She focused on one thing as she was dying--Xander. No matter what, she will love him until the end of time. And she hoped he will forgive her one day. But it was her decision. Willow's last prayer to God was for her parents' forgiveness and that Xander shall remain out of harm's way for the rest of his life.
Spike picked up the limp girl and placed her on the ground. She looked like one of the cold dead bodies lying in the Sunnydale Funeral Home. But Spike knew better. He only drained about two pints from her. He was tempted to drink more, but he knew it would be too big of a risk. How fortunate for him that the doctor he found was able to answer his questions before he became last night's dinner.
"Bring the knife."
Drusilla, who watched the whole thing silently, went to another room. She returned with a mahogany box that had a tiny gold lock on one side. Pulling out a key from her skirt pocket, she opened the box and pulled out a slender object.
"Here you go, my pet. Use it well."
Spike took the knife from her and kissed it before putting it to use. He placed it on the floor, and rolled up his sleeve. He held his exposed wrist over the barely-living girl. Picking up the knife, Spike slit his wrist and placed it over Willow's mouth.
"Drink up. We can't have any weaklings around here."
Even on the brink of death, Willow could still see the dark red liquid flowing from his wrist down to her mouth. As it landed on her tongue and slid down her throat, the redhead could feel the tremendous power that started to build inside her.
While she knew that the demon's strength was powerful, the teenager never fully realized its sheer magnitude.
It was as if Hell was living inside her. Willow felt as though the flames of the underworld were consuming her entire body. The fires devoured everything it touched. And then, it finally hit.
If she ever wondered what it would be like to have your soul destroyed, she now had her answer.
A battle was raging inside her, and she felt as though she was being ripped in half. Both her soul and the demon were fighting for control of her body. In her mind, she could feel her soul screaming in agony as the demon's power reached out and began tearing it apart. The demonic force surrounded the remnants of her soul, absorbing it into its own being, making soul and demon one. She could picture the terrified shrieks echo inside from head to toe. Suddenly, everything seemed to be silent.
Willow slowly rose to a sitting position. Looking around, she noticed that all the vampires were watching her, waiting to see what she would do. Spike and Drusilla exchanged a look, and the dark-haired vampire nodded.
Looking the redhead straight in the eye, Spike asked, "How do you feel?" He had some doubts about whether this worked or not, even though he knew it should. The girl was too pure and full of goodness. No matter. If it didn't work, they could find something to do with her. At any rate, she was not leaving here alive.
"I feel... " She searched for the right word and finding it, she smiled. "...hungry." With Spike's help, she stood up.
So it did work! He felt silly for having doubted it in the first place. Spike was relieved. "Did you hear that, baby? She needs food."
"Don't worry, love. I've got the perfect thing." A small whimper could be heard. Willow turned around and saw Drusilla holding something in her hands. The corners of her mouth broke into a smile.
"Oh, a cute little puppy."
"That's right. Isn't Miss Sunshine the sweetest thing you ever saw?" Dru made little faces at the small creature as if it was a baby instead. She handed it to Willow. "She was a present for Spike, but he didn't want her."
The petite girl took the puppy. "Hello you sweet little thing. I wonder why Spike didn't like you? I like you, though." She smiled sweetly at the dog, then shifted to a demonic visage. "I'll always remember you, Miss Sunshine. You will be remembered as my very first meal." Finding the dog's neck, she sunk her fangs in.
The taste of blood in her mouth was a new experience for Willow. It reminded her of her favorite food, ice cream, but only better. She sucked every drop of the sweet red liquid until there was none left. When she was done, she dropped the dead puppy on the floor without much fanfare. Wiping the traces of her meal from her mouth, she turned to Spike. "So, where can I get some more?"
Her sire laughed out loud. "You can't be hungry still? You sucked that dog dry, love."
The redhead pouted. "But I want more."
Drusilla put her arm around Willow. "Don't worry. I'm sure once we get rid of the Slayer, you can have all the meals you want. Isn't that right, Spike?"
"Of course, ladies. With the Slayer out of the picture, Sunnyhell will be ours."
Willow grinned. The Slayer... her old friend, now her new enemy. She is looking forward to the day when all that's left of Buffy Summers is a cold, dead body lying under six feet of dirt.
Farewell, Willow the Slayerette. Hello to Willow Rosenburg, vampire with a vengeance.
The End.
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