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"Willow." The redheaded adolescent stirred in her sleep. The voice called again. "Willow." Half opening her eyes, the teenager rose from her bed and proceeded to the sliding doors that led to the balcony outside of her room. Sliding the glass door open, the half-asleep teenager came face to face with an old friend. "Xander?" she asked groggily. "Is that you?" "Yeah, Will. Let me in." Willow yawned. "Door's open, so come in." Xander passed through the doorway and looked at Willow who stood in her Winnie the Pooh pajamas. This is too easy, he thought. Without the slightest effort, he picked her up like a baby, cradling her back and legs in his arms. Just as he was about to change into his game face, she spoke, "I'm dreaming again, aren't I?" "Yes." "Is it that dream where you tell me that you love me?" she asked silently, eyes closed. Xander didn't reply. He blinked twice before having a brief moment of clarity; he finally understood that she was in love with him. Or at least, in love with the person he used to be. This could be fun. With her still in his arms, he walked over to the bed and set her down upon it. She snuggled into the blankets, believing that she was still asleep and oblivious to the danger that she was in. Changing to his vampire face, Xander bent down and planted a kiss on her lips. Before drawing away, one of his fangs cut her lower lip open. He licked away the blood, not missing one droplet, savoring its sweetness. Just as he was about to leave, he spoke, "Soon, Willow... Soon you will be mine," and left her room, closing the door behind him. The only trace of him ever being there was Willow's bloodstained lips. << Back Next >> |