Chapter 1

     The violet sand ran through the fingers of Willow's left hand, and a chaotic display of
multi-colored light appeared between her and Anya.  Willow gasped, jerking back as the storm of
magic grew, surrounding both girls.  Strange images appeared in Willow's mind: Buffy stabbing
Xander with a stake, Oz pushing her onto a piece of broken wood, and herself, clad in black
leather, face twisted in a vampiric grimace as she collapsed into ash. The mental images flashed by
in a blur, then blinding light exploded in Willow's eyes, and she knew no more.
*****
 

     Willow groaned, slowly sitting up.  She brushed away a strand of red hair that covered her
left eye, blearily gazing around at her surroundings.

     She was on the floor of the classroom where she had helped Anya cast her spell.  Anya
was gone, and the classroom was dark.  Willow looked outside through the barred windows, trying
to guess how late it was.  She moaned softly while standing up, her legs stiff.  Brushing down her
pink skirt, Willow stuffed some spell books into her backpack before strapping the bag over her
slim shoulders.  Frowning in confusion, Willow left the classroom, hoping her mother wouldn't
notice that she had stayed out late.
 

     The streets were deserted as Willow walked quickly down the sidewalk.  The entire town
seemed deserted, except for the occasional whine of a police siren.  Willow quickened her pace
even more, fear tightening its grip within her small chest.

     "Look, a lost little lamb, dressed so brightly!" giggled Amy, emerging from behind a tree.

     "Amy!  Am I glad to see you!" sighed Willow in relief, rushing forward to join the pale
blonde girl.

     "You look familiar," frowned Amy, running her eyes up and down Willow's petite form.

     "Well, duh!  We only have our own Wicca!" snorted Willow, continuing down the
sidewalk toward home.  "Why is it so quiet?  And when did you return to human form?"

     Amy walked close to Willow, sniffing the left side of her neck.

     "Personal space!" warned Willow, backing away from Amy.  "I don't have B.O. or
anything, do I?"

     "You are human," growled Amy, her eyes shining with golden fire.

     "Uh, Amy, you're scaring me," stammered Willow, walking faster.

     "Then wait till you see this!" smiled Amy, her features shifting.

     "You're a vampire!" exclaimed Willow, breaking into a run.

     "Well, duh!" mocked Amy, racing after Willow.

     Tears gathered under Willow's eyes as she sprinted down the street, Amy closing behind
her.  Willow's lungs started aching after a few minutes, her thighs throbbed when she turned a
corner and ran at a breakneck pace.  Amy's giggles urged Willow on, she dreaded the moment
when the vampire girl would bring her down and tear into her throat.

     As Willow reached the end of the sidewalk and sped across a street, a sports car squealed
its breaks, the front slamming into Willow's right leg.  Willow flew into the air, crashing against the
hood and rolling onto the street to land in a heap.

     Willow raised her head, her vision blurring, her right leg on fire with agony.  She looked
up to see Amy standing over her, joined by another girl with short blonde hair and a pleated plaid
skirt.

     "Did I kill her?" asked Darla.

     "No.  Lucky for you.  'She' will want to see her," replied Amy.

     Willow's head fell to the asphalt, consciousness retreating into the black void.
****
 

     "Did you fix her?" inquired a sultry feminine voice.

     "Yes, I was able to repair her leg and seal her flesh wounds with my magic," said an older
male voice as Willow groaned weakly.

     "Thank you," replied the girl.

     "You owe me," reminded the man, departing.

     "Poor little thing," purred the girl, stroking Willow's cool forehead.

     "Where am I?" asked Willow, prying her eyes open with effort.

     "My place," answered the girl, her body and face fuzzy to Willow's blinking eyes.

     "Vampires!  There were vampires after me!" gasped Willow, her hands squeezing the
leather cushions of the couch she lay upon.

     "I know.  They were very naughty," clucked the girl, glancing behind her left shoulder.

     "Darla hit her!" protested Amy from the doorway.

     "Amy forced her onto the road!" countered Darla.

     "Both of you!  Shush!" hissed the girl sitting next to Willow.  "Go get something to eat, I
want to be alone with our guest."

     "Bitch!" snapped Amy, leaving the spacious living room.

     "Skank!" riposted Darla, following Amy outside.

     "You're..a vampire too?" asked Willow in a soft voice.

     "Uh, huh," nodded the girl, leaning close to Willow.

     Willow smelled the scent of the girl's leather corset and pants.  There were other smells
too: musk, strawberry perfume, and a faint aroma of coppery blood on the girl's breath.

     Willow's vision cleared, and the sight of the girl's face made Willow's eyes widen in
astonishment.

     "You're..you're me!" stuttered Willow, sliding down the couch away from the vampire girl.

     "Willow 2.0," giggled Vampire Willow, running a pale finger down Willow's stocking
covered left leg.

     "I'm not in my world!  This must be another reality!" deduced Willow with fear-induced
inspiration.

     "And it's so fun!" smiled Vampire Willow, straddling Willow, stroking the prone girl's red
tresses.  "I've got so many things to show you!"

     "I'd love to see them!  Really!" gushed Willow, sliding out from beneath the vampire and
backing away from the couch slowly.  "But I need to find out how to get back to my own world!  I
don't belong here!"

     "You don't want to play with me," pouted Vampire Willow.  "You don't like me."

     "No!  I like you!  I just have to go, out the door!" grinned Willow uneasily, pointing at the
doorway that led to the mansion's exit.

     "I know how to make you stay," smiled Vampire Willow, her features melting.

     "Bye!" shouted Willow, turning to run.

     Vampire Willow moved as fast as thought, grabbing Willow's left shoulder and hurling the
girl onto the floor in front of the raging fireplace.  Vampire Willow landed on top of Willow,
pinning her to the floor while she ripped open Willow's pink sweater.

     "Please!  Don't kill me!" sobbed Willow, tears glistening down her cheeks.

     "I won't kill you, you're my friend," whispered Vampire Willow before she opened her
fang-filled mouth and bit down on the right side of Willow's neck.

     Willow groaned sharply, her small hands grasping Vampire Willow's red hair, her white
stocking-clad legs struggling beneath the vampire's lithe body.  Vampire Willow drank loudly from
Willow's slender neck, blood slurping between her ruby lips.  Vampire Willow fondled Willow's
left breast, tugging down the white bra, then pinching Willow's small, pink nipple.  Willow sighed,
her body becoming slack from loss of blood, her nipples hardening with lewd excitement.

     "Now you can't run away," murmured Vampire Willow, licking several drops of blood
from her full lips.  "I want you to play with me."

     Vampire Willow kissed the panting girl, her lips hot and demanding.  Willow moaned,
pushing on the vampire's leather-clad shoulders, her body becoming warm with unwanted arousal.
Vampire Willow licked the bleeding bite mark on Willow's pale white neck, then pressed her
mouth over Willow's right tit.  Willow gasped sharply, her breast aching as the vampire sucked
firmly on it, licking the throbbing nipple at the same time.

     Vampire Willow slipped her right hand up Willow's pink skirt, stroking the front panel of
Willow's panties.  Willow groaned, closing her legs together, her crotch warming from the gentle,
persistent petting.

     "Open for me," purred Vampire Willow, kissing Willow again, long and passionately.

     Willow tried to turn her face away, but it was no use.  Vampire Willow's breath was hot in
Willow's mouth, she could taste her blood on Vampire Willow's tender lips.  The musk of Vampire
Willow's slender body excited Willow, she realized too late that she had returned the vampire girl's
kiss and opened her legs so Vampire Willow could fondle her pussy.

     "Love me, Willow," breathed Vampire Willow, licking the girl's chin, then running a
tongue up the left side of Willow's neck and across her flushed cheek.

     "No," protested Willow, her belly tightening as Vampire Willow inserted a hand into her
wet panties.

     Willow arched her back, moaning loudly while Vampire Willow caressed her cunt, teased
her clit until it was engorged and aching.

     "You're a virgin," giggled Vampire Willow, her right index finger buried in Willow's moist
vagina.

     Willow blushed, then bit her lower lip when Vampire Willow pressed a second finger into
her pussy, slowly slipping them in and out.

     Vampire Willow removed her dripping fingers, raising them to her lips and licking Willow's
honey with slow relish.

     "Let's go to my room," said Vampire Willow, picking up Willow's limp body and carrying
her with ease into one of the adjacent chambers.
*****
 

Chapter 2

     Anya was in the open kitchen, stirring a mug of hot chocolate when the door of her
apartment burst open.  Anya snatched a kitchen knife from the utensil drawer before peeking into
the living room.

     Buffy Summers, the Slayer, strode into the room in red leather pants and matching jacket,
fury blazing in her eyes.

     "You could have knocked," admonished Anya, returning to the counter to pick up her
steaming hot chocolate before walking sedately into the living room and sitting casually on her
small couch.

     Buffy narrowed her eyes at Anya's easy dismissal of her.  She gazed around the girl's
small apartment, at the rich red tapestry that covered the living room floor, at the scented candles
that illuminated the room, and at the shelves that lined the walls stuffed with books and jars of
spell components.

     "Sit down before you fall down," said Anya, sipping her chocolate while indicating a chair
opposite her.

     "What have you done with Willow?" demanded Buffy, reluctantly sitting across from
Anya.

     "Oh.  There was a little mistake with a spell.."

     "Did you kill her?" growled Buffy, leaning forward in her chair, ready to pounce on the
oblivious girl.

     "No.  She..disappeared," admitted Anya with a pout.

     "Where?"

     "I..don't know," replied Anya, tapping her chin thoughtfully.  "Another dimension?
Another time?  I was casting a temporal fold spell..."

     "How do we get her back?" smiled Buffy coldly, her patience dissolving.

     "I'll have to consult some books, and gather some components," answered Anya, leveling
her gaze at Buffy.  "You'll have to buy some of the components, I have to pay my rent this week.
You can stop by work tomorrow when I close."

     "You work in a magic shop?" asked Buffy incredulously.

     "Eleven hundred years experience," grinned Anya proudly.  "After we get what we can
from the shop, we'll have to forage in the forest outside of town a bit too."

     "You better be straight with me," warned Buffy, raising her right fist.

     "I wouldn't dare try to trick the infamous Slayer," smiled Anya, sampling her chocolate
again.
*****
 

     "Ooo!  There's one!" whispered Darla from her hiding place behind the bush.

     Amy took a brief look over the lawn hedge, watching as a young girl in her sleeping shirt
knelt next to her pet dog, lowering a water dish for it.

     "She's mine," smiled Amy, withdrawing a diamond on a gold chain from her jacket
pocket.

     "Stone of charm, I summon your fire.  Burn that those who gaze upon you are drawn
forth, enslaved to your light, mine to command."

     The diamond began to glimmer with a warm, golden radiance.  Amy stood up, holding the
glowing stone before her, swinging it from side to side.

     The raven-haired girl glanced up when the diamond sparkled brightly.  As soon as her eyes
fell on the diamond, they became vacant, and she stood up to her full height.

     "Come to me," ordered Amy, licking her lips hungrily.

     The long-haired girl walked toward the waiting vampires, her bare feet making no noise on
the soft, green lawn.  When the entranced girl was within reach, Darla snatched her and pulled her
over the hedge.  The girl lay on her back, motionless and compliant, as Amy and Darla hunched
over her.

     "I want her neck," growled Darla, her features shifting.

     "I caught her, so I get the neck!" protested Amy, shoving Darla aside.

     "I'll catch the next one," snapped Darla, scowling while Amy took her place near the girl's
left shoulder.

     Amy pocketed her diamond before grasping the bottom of the hypnotized girl's night shirt
and tugging it over her head.  Darla moaned softly, raking her eyes over the naked girl's body as
Amy tilted her head to the right.  Amy's face morphed right before she bit into the girl's warm
neck, slurping on the young woman's blood.  The girl gasped, closing her eyes while Amy
continued to feed on her.

     Darla took the girl's slender right leg in her hands, stroking the creamy white flesh, sliding
her pale hand up the girl's inner thigh.  Baring her fangs, Darla fastened her mouth upon the girl's
inner upper thigh, drinking deeply from a large vein.

     The girl shuddered briefly, her skin becoming corpse pale from blood loss.  Eventually, all
the girl's blood was drained, leaving nothing but a cold, naked husk.

     "She was sweet," complimented Amy, licking a single rich drop from her lower lip.

     "That's why I like young girls best," agreed Darla, wiping a hand across her ruby lips.
"Let's go find another one."
*****
 

     The two naked girls writhed together in the candle-lit room, Willow leaning forward on her
knees, hands squeezing the headboard of the large bed while Vampire Willow sucked between her
small, white buttocks.  Willow gasped, honey oozing freely from her cunt into Vampire Willow's
eager mouth.  Vampire Willow raised her left hand, pouring honey oil across Willow's ass and
back.  Willow moaned when Vampire Willow rubbed the oil over her skin, warm droplets sliding
down her crack and over her asshole.  Vampire Willow spread oil over Willow's tight buttocks,
licking the panting girl's clit at the same time.  Willow's arms shivered, her small breasts quaked as
orgasmic spasms overwhelmed her young body.  Vampire Willow licked up Willow's ass, teasing
her anus, then kissing each gleaming buttock.

     "Want me to stop?" teased Vampire Willow.

     "No!" groaned Willow, thrusting her ass toward her lover.

     Vampire Willow rolled onto her back, sliding between Willow's knees.  Willow lowered
her crotch onto Vampire Willow's face, moaning deeply when Vampire Willow fastened her
mouth over the kneeling girl's sopping wet pussy.

     Willow knelt up, moaning with pleasure, bucking her hips as Vampire Willow probed
inside her cunt with an agile tongue.  Willow gathered oil from her ass and applied it to her stiff
pink nipples.  She groaned softly, her breasts on fire as she massaged the slick oil across her
creamy tits.  Willow's pelvis started to shake, she arched her back, her mouth open and panting as
another orgasm spread from her vagina.  Willow squeaked sharply, fresh nectar sliding from her
pussy.

     "Now you," said Vampire Willow, sliding out from underneath Willow's glistening body.

     Willow turned around to face her darker half, falling onto her belly before extending her
face onto Vampire Willow's cunt.  Willow licked the girl's slit slowly, Vampire Willow's crotch
musky and arousing.  Vampire Willow stroked Willow's bright red hair, her eyes narrowed to slits,
a sultry purr escaping her lips while Willow buried her mouth inside the vampire's cunt.  Willow
lapped up and down Vampire Willow's cunnie, then nibbled on the vampire girl's shuddering clit.
Vampire Willow moaned loudly, rolling her hips forward, her thighs shaking as Willow sucked on
each labia petal

     Vampire Willow rolled Willow onto her back before leaning over the naked girl.  She
pulled open Willow's legs, then ran a tongue slowly down Willow's pussy.  Willow groaned softly,
returning to her own muff munching.  She held onto the backs of Vampire Willow's pale, white
thighs, sucking deeply inside the vampire girl's vagina.  Vampire Willow gasped with bliss before
licking Willow's tiny anus.  Sliding her lips over each warm buttock, Vampire Willow closed her
mouth over Willow's clitoris, sucking gently.  Willow shivered, another orgasm building inside her.
She licked the insides of Vampire Willow's cool thighs, then stuck her tongue into the girl's cunt,
devouring the juices flowing freely from Vampire Willow's cunt hole.

     Both girls filled the bedroom with their moans.  The reek of sweat and sex drove both
Willows into a frenzy, they sucked and licked each other's pussies with abandon, their faces
covered in each other's cum.  Vampire and human orgasmed together, their gleaming white bodies
shuddering with ecstasy.
 

     Willow lay on her right side, facing away from her lover.  Vampire Willow had an arm
draped possessively over Willow's hip, her fingers idly caressing Willow's inner thigh.

     "Now that you've..had me, will you let me go so I can return to my world?" asked Willow
softly, candlelight reflected in her rich, red mane.

     "I told you that I had a lot to show you," murmured Vampire Willow, kissing Willow's
smooth left shoulder.  "You're my friend."

     "Please..I want to go home," wept Willow.

     "You are home, with me, here," said Vampire Willow, nuzzling Willow's short hair.  "I've
got a surprise for you."

     "What?" asked Willow with wide eyes, dreading the answer.

     "The Master is having a party tomorrow night.  I was going to take Darla and Amy, but
now I want you to go with me."
 
     "A party..with vampires?" stammered Willow, her heart pounding.

     "It's going to be a blast!" giggled Vampire Willow, cupping Willow's left tit.
*****
 

Chapter 3

     Buffy checked her digital watch while climbing up a shallow slope after Anya.  The former
demon girl was crouched close to the ground, collecting herbs and roots from the bases of the trees
that adorned the face of the hillock.  It was 11:30, and Buffy believed it, her eyelids were heavy,
drowsiness beckoned her to curl up on the soft grass and allow sleep to take her away.  One thought
prevented Buffy from obeying her tired body, Willow was in danger, lost in some other dimension,
maybe even dead.  Buffy's lips pressed together tightly, Willow was alive, she was just waiting for
Buffy to save her.

     Anya straightened, brushing dirt off of her tight jeans.

     "Almost midnight, isn't it?  We better hurry to the Stones."

     "Giles told me about those once, they're old druid markers?"

     "Yes, they mark a nexus of power," replied Anya, clutching her bag of herbs as she struggled
up the hillside.

     "What's a nexus?"

     "It's like the Hellmouth, but benevolent.  It's a place where magic gathers, a confluence of
ley lines."

     "A good Hellmouth, got it," nodded Buffy sagely.  "Why are we going there?"

     "The Circle of Stones is the best place to cast my temporal fold spell again.  The nexus will
enhance my own weak magic and hopefully reverse my first spell, bringing Willow back," said
Anya, breathing heavily while she climbed.

     "Oh," murmured Buffy, not winded at all as she followed Anya to the hill's summit.

     The two girls stopped at the edge of the summit, feeling the sanctity of the Stones, the magic
that seemed to warm the air and caress their skin.

     "I'd forgotten what power like this felt like," smiled Anya, her face flushing, her breath
quickening.

     "Let's get ready to cast your spell," urged Buffy, impatient to bring back Willow.

     "I'll bless the stones and prepare the materials, you take your clothes off and climb onto the
sacrificial stone," instructed Anya, setting her bag of herbs near one of the tall stones so she could
remove her backpack.

     "Like hell I will!" exclaimed Buffy indignantly.

     "Buffy, you're the focus for this spell," explained Anya patiently.  "Your will is the guiding
force that will reach out to grab Willow and bring her back into this time and place."

     "Why do I have to be naked?" demanded Buffy.

     "Artificially made clothes inhibit magic, the spell won't work if you're wearing those things."

     "Leather's natural," replied Buffy, fingering her red leather jacket.

     "Not that leather, K-Mart special?" smiled Anya derisively.

     "Hey!" bristled Buffy.

     "We're wasting time, Buffy.  If you want to rescue Willow, you have to get naked."

     Scowling darkly, Buffy removed her jacket, then began unbuttoning her pink, silk blouse
while Anya moistened a bunch of herbs with holy water and sprinkled each of the tall, rough stones
encircling a single flat-faced rock.  Buffy was in her red bra and panties when Anya set a circle of fat
black candles around the sacrificial stone, lighting them with a small, plastic Bic.  Reluctantly
slipping out of her panties, Buffy placed them over the pile of her clothes and walked shivering to
the sacrificial stone, taking her place on top, knees gathered beneath her chin.

     "Whatever happens, don't get off the stone, no matter what," warned Anya with a sharp look.

     "Okay," nodded Buffy, her heart beating rapidly.

     Anya started whispering under her breath, opening a small leather bag and pulling out a
handful of purple sand.  When Anya said Willow's name, Buffy squeezed her eyes shut, pictured her
best friend within her mind, smiling and happy.  Buffy felt the grains of sand land across her body,
the granules warm against her flesh.  A gentle wind formed around the sacrificial stone, slowly
spinning round and round, the scent of evergreen and warm grass filling Buffy's nose.  Buffy became
warmer, she felt like she was lying on a beach, her limbs outstretched, her golden skin drinking in
the sultry sunlight that washed across her nude body.  Buffy stretched out her slender legs, she
lowered herself onto the stone, moaning softly, sliding her thighs together.  The sand upon Buffy's
body grew hotter, like little suns radiating life-giving heat.  Buffy pursed her lips, ran her fingers
through her long, golden hair.  Buffy's cunt formed little beads of honey, her pussy gleamed,
releasing a heady musk that made Anya lick her lips reflexively.

     Buffy still focused on Willow, but the image changed.  Instead of seeing Willow cheerful
and safe, Buffy imagined Willow stroking her shoulders, delicate fingers sliding down to caress her
swollen breasts.  Buffy rolled onto her right side, lowering a hand to her closed legs, tentatively
rubbing her wet cunt.  Pleasure blossomed inside Buffy's pussy, she gasped, her fingers stroking
faster, juices coating her sliding fingers.

     The wind spun faster, almost howling around the stone.  Anya could only watch mutely, the
magic beyond her reach, coiling around Buffy, fondling her, savoring her.  A cloud of absolute
darkness formed at the pinnacle of the cyclone, lightning crackled and hissed angrily.  Anya started
chanting again, screaming out the words, hoping to regain some measure of control.  The magic
rebuffed her contemptuously, seizing her and drawing her into the boiling cloud of nothing.  Anya
screamed in terror, shouting for Buffy to wake up, to end the spell.  Buffy arched her back, she
opened her arms and legs wide, accepted the magic's embrace, surrendered herself to it.  Buffy rose
gently up into the air, held by golden threads of power that drew her up into the storm cloud, into the
aperture of darkness.  Anya got out one last scream, then oblivion claimed her.
*****
 

     Willow adjusted her black, leather corset once again, making a frown of discomfort while
she tugged.  The leather clothes felt like a second skin, a suffocating, inflexible, second skin.
Willow stopped fidgeting when Vampire Willow entered the living room, dressed in an identical
outfit.

     "It's like we're identical twins!" giggled Vamp Willow, rushing forward to grasp Willow's
hands and twirl like a ballerina.  Willow was slightly nauseous from the spinning and the general
lack of air in her lungs.  She swayed, and would have fallen if Vamp Willow hadn't caught her with
lightning swift reflexes.

     "You don't look well," pouted Vamp Willow.  "Do you want something to eat before we
go?"

     "No, thanks," grinned Willow wanly.

     "Let's book!" giggled Vamp Willow, leading Willow out of the mansion by the hand.

     A running black limo was waiting for the girls in front of the manor.  Vamp Willow climbed
in the back eagerly, urging Willow to hurry up.  Willow slipped clumsily inside, and the limo door
slammed shut, almost catching her stiletto-heeled boot.  The limo growled to life and sailed away
from the mansion, heading for the party.

     Vamp Willow touched a control and leaned her head back to watch the skylight built into
the limo's roof slide silently open.  The moon was full, beaming bright, silver light into the passenger
compartment.

     "The air feels good tonight," purred Vamp Willow, closing her eyes and letting the wind
outside the limo tousle her short, red hair.

     Willow gazed out the tinted window to her right, watching the burnt out shops and empty,
dark homes slide by.  Willow squeezed her eyes shut.  She prayed to the Powers Above for Buffy to
save her, or for a quick death, as long as she could escape the captivity of her vampiric counterpart.
*****
 

     Buffy groaned in discomfort, trying to find a more comfortable position on the unforgiving
asphalt.  Prying her eyes open, Buffy realized first that she was lying on a street, and second that she
was completely naked.  Buffy sat up, moving her head from side to side, grateful that no one
appeared to be in the general area.  She frowned darkly when she saw Anya lying nearby, asleep and
fully clothed.

     "Hey!  Wake up!" poked Buffy ungently.

     Anya groaned, blinking slowly, struggling to sit up.

     "We're not at the Stones anymore," accused Buffy.

     "The spell got out of control.  The Circle interacted unexpectedly with you, probably
because you're the Slayer," said Anya, rubbing her forehead.

     "Where are we?"

     "Probably where Willow ended up," replied Anya as she stood up.  She looked around
wistfully.  "This place seems familiar."

     "Good," smiled Buffy frigidly, "then you'll know where to find Willow and how to get out of
here."

     "One thing at a time, Buffy," waved Anya.  "I need to get my bearings."

     "Where's Willow?" demanded Buffy, eyes flashing dangerously.

     Anya sighed loudly, shot an impatient glare at Buffy, then closed her eyes, whispering softly.
Buffy shuffled from one bare foot to the other, grateful that at least the night was warm.  A tiny mote
of gold light appeared in front of Anya's face.  She opened her eyes and said, "Find Willow."

     The light mote bobbed in acknowledgment before gliding slowly towards the heart of
Sunnydale.

     "What is that?" asked Buffy, keeping close to Anya as they both followed the winking light.

     "A guiding spirit.  He'll take us to Willow."

     "How about to some clothes first?" grinned Buffy with a blush.

     "I think that look suits you," smiled Anya wickedly.

     Anya's smile withered underneath Buffy's murderous glare.
*****
 

Chapter 4

     The mansion blazed beneath the night sky, every window radiating light.  The black limo
slid up to the entrance of the manor and idled while Willow and her vampiric counterpart got out
and climbed the stairs to the beckoning double doors.  Vampire Willow held the human girl's left
hand, leading Willow into a crowded foyer roaring with ear-jarring rock music.  Vamp Willow
grinned, relishing the cacophony, brushing against men and women alike.  Willow shivered
underneath the gazes of the chatting vampires, their glowing eyes raking over her, fangs bared
hungrily.  Despite her dislike of her evil half, Willow stayed close to her vampiric companion,
following the leather-clad vixen into a huge entertainment room.

     Willow's eyes widened in shock when she saw the Master and Mayor Wilkins talking
amiably near a crackling fireplace, both men ensconsed in large, overstuffed, leather chairs.  The
Master swirled a snifter of blood in his right hand, the Mayor simply rested his hands on his lap
while he talked.

     "Let me introduce you!" giggled Vamp Willow, tugging on Willow's arm and guiding her
through the press of bodies to the enormous stone fireplace.

     The two girls staggered through the crowd to the two large chairs.  The Master's face lit up
when he spotted Vamp Willow, Mayor Wilkins examined Willow with a cool, critical eye.

     "There's my girl!  You're late!" smiled the Master as Vamp Willow jumped onto his lap.

     "Sorry.  Look what I found!" grinned Vamp Willow, sweeping her left arm grandly at
Willow, who stood pensively with her right hand clutching her left elbow.

     "An amazing resemblance," commented Mayor Wilkins with an arch of one eyebrow.

     "She says she came from another time," supplied Vamp Willow, snuggling against the
Master's chest.

     Master Vampire and demonic Mayor exchanged brief, sharp glances with each other.

     "I would like to hear more about this," smiled Wilkins disarmingly.  "Come here, child."

     Willow hesitated, she stared at the Mayor like a doe just before a semi hits.  Wilkins
extended his left arm, and the hand melted into a mass of writhing tentacles.  Willow screamed,
staggering away from the grinning Mayor.  Moist tentacles snapped out, wrapping around Willow,
dragging her towards the waiting Mayor.
*****
 

     "This way," repeated Buffy, her right hand wrapped around the stake nestled behind her thin
leather belt.

     Anya grumbled while she followed the never-tiring Slayer, her own feet aching inside her
white sneakers.

     "Do you even know where you're going?" complained Anya once again.

     "There are a lot of vampires this way.  I can sense them," murmured Buffy as she led the
way down an empty street, the houses lining the road silent and dark.

     The two girls left the denser residential area and entered the richer neighborhoods of
Sunnydale.  Anya caught sight of the massive mansion that sat upon a small hill, the building's
illumination visible for miles.

     "The Mayor's house," said Buffy, halting for a moment.  "There must be dozens of vampires
in there."

     "What's your plan?" inquired Anya.

     "Kill whatever gets in my way," replied Buffy coldly, drawing her stake from her belt.

     "They'd never expect that," sneered Anya.

     As Buffy turned to retort, a male vampire hurled from the darkness and slammed into Buffy,
forcing her onto the street.  Anya backed away, then spun when another vampire growled hungrily
behind her.
*****
 

     The Master watched with amusement, his right hand buried in Vamp Willow's tight leather
pants, stroking her wet pussy as they both watched Mayor Wilkins ravage Willow.  Willow was on
her hands and knees upon the carpeted floor, the firelight illuminating her naked body as the Mayor
thrust a series of tentacles between her small buttocks, stabbing into her cunt over and over in quick
succession.  The Mayor became more and more serpentine with each passing moment.  Wilkins'
arrow-shaped head rested on a long, elongated neck covered in bright, red scales.  The Mayor's right
hand now matched his left, tentacles wriggling and glistening as they slipped underneath Willow to
fondle her little tits.  Willow moaned, her body quivering from the thick tendrils probing her pussy,
wriggling like obscene worms within the tight confines of her moist vagina.  A scaly tendril slithered
around Willow's pale neck, then a drooling, engorged head pushed its way between Willow's lips,
filling her mouth.  Wilkins hissed with pleasure, the tentacles inside Willow's cunt pumping faster,
slime coating the girl's outspread thighs.

     The Master opened his trousers and guided Vamp Willow's right hand inside.  Vamp
Willow smiled wantonly, squeezing her Master's cock and sliding her palm up and down, stroking
the Master Vampire's stiff meat.  The Master resumed probing Vamp Willow's warm pussy with his
fingers, his cool digits buried inside the moaning girl's cunt flesh.  Vamp Willow rolled her sensual
hips, thrusting her pussy onto the Master's fingers.  Juices covered the Master's hand, he removed it
from Vamp Willow's pants and raised his wet fingers to the girl's mouth.  Vamp Willow licked her
own honey from her Master's offered hand, watching with avid interest while her naked twin
groaned on the floor, the girl's buttocks jerking up and down, her mouth filled with gleaming
snakeskin, drool staining her tiny chin.
*****
 

     Buffy rolled on top of the vampire and smashed her stake into his heart.  The undead
exploded into a cloud of ash between Buffy's legs.  She jumped to her feet and rushed to Anya,
punching the vampire who held her in the face.  The vampire reeled, stumbling away from Anya.
Buffy stabbed the stunned vampire with her stake, reducing him to ash as well.

     "Take this," said Buffy, handing Anya the still warm stake.  Anya held the shaft of wood
gingerly while Buffy removed another stake from underneath her black leather jacket.

     "We're almost there," coaxed Buffy, launching into a jog towards the brightly lit mansion.
*****
 

     Willow sat in the leather chair where the Mayor had previously rested.  She slowly tied her
confining corset shut, her cunt still sore from Wilkins' rough attentions.  The Mayor, the Master,
and Vamp Willow stood surrounded by the crowd of vampires, holding everyone spell-bound with a
tale of a world ripe for ravaging.  Bright tears slipped down Willow's cheeks.  She had told them
everything about her Sunnydale, a Sunnydale with a closed Hellmouth.  She had told them how she
had arrived in their world, the spell gone wrong that had brought her to a place worse than Hell.
Vamp Willow stood supportively behind her Master.  She winked quickly at Willow, the crying girl
flinched and turned away, shame overwhelmed her.

     "Would you like a drink?" inquired a girl dressed in skimpy leather straps.

     "N.no."

     "Are you sure?" pressed the blonde waitress.

     Willow glanced up, and stifled a cry of joy when she met Buffy's warm gaze.

     "Get up slowly and follow me.  Anya's guarding the exit," murmured Buffy.

     The vampires were still enraptured with the Mayor's tale as Buffy and Willow slowly
walked around the edge of the room and out the wide doorway to the foyer.  Anya leaned against
one of the open front doors, flirting with a bald male vampire.

     "Willow!  Where are you?" called out Vamp Willow, pushing her way through the vampire
crowd.

     "C'mon!" urged Buffy, taking Willow's hand and walking quickly out the front door.

     "Willow!" shouted Vamp Willow from the open doors angrily.

     "Stop those three girls!" ordered the Master sharply as he joined Vamp Willow in the
entrance.

     "Run!" snapped Buffy while she snatched a stake from one of her thigh-length black boots.
The golden-maned Slayer spun and hurled the sharpened projectile at the Master.  The stake
punched through the Master Vampire's chest, flying out of his back.

     "Master!" screamed Vamp Willow in horror as her sire disintegrated into a fine spray of ash.

     "Re-capture the red-haired girl!  Kill her companions!" roared Wilkins from the doorway,
his body bulging, then transforming into a huge, towering, red snake.

     Vamp Willow's pretty features shifted.  She snarled, golden eyes smoldering with hate as she
sprinted after her twin and the murderer of her Master.
*****
 

     "Where are we going?" gasped Willow, her left hand clinging to Buffy's palm.

     "Back to where we first appeared in this reality," replied Anya from further ahead.

     "Can you reverse your spell?" demanded Buffy.

     "I think so."

     "You don't sound sure," accused Buffy.

     "I'll do my best," snapped Anya.

     The roar of cars behind the three girls interrupted the argument.

     "Into these bushes," ordered Buffy, yanking Willow into a set of brown bushes lining a
cracked sidewalk.

     A line of cars and trucks screamed down the street.  Buffy, Willow, and Anya crouched low
to the ground, shaking with fear.  The thunder of the cars receded, the girls sighed with relief.
Willow tugged off her painful stiletto heels and wiggled her stiff toes.

     "Let's go," said Anya, rising and resuming the jog back to their point of arrival.  Buffy and
Willow followed Anya, Willow leaning on Buffy heavily for support and comfort.

     Vamp Willow waited until the three were gone before she emerged from her hiding place in
the bushes.  The vampire girl's eyes narrowed as she observed the girls disappear down a dark
boulevard.
*****
 

     Buffy blushed as she finished removing her clothes.  Willow grinned supportively, folding
her friend's garments neatly.

     "Hurry and lay down on the street," snapped Anya.

     The nude blonde girl lowered herself to the hard asphalt and stretched out onto her back.
Anya sprinkled Buffy's body with sand and began chanting the incantation that would reverse the
temporal magic.  Willow stood nervously nearby, wringing her hands together while the magic
gathered around her, growing stronger with each new breath.

     "No good-bye, sister?" growled Vamp Willow before she grasped Willow and tore her away
from the vortex of magic.

     "Willow!" screamed Buffy, unable to help her friend as the magic swirled faster around her,
opening the portal through time back to her own world.

     Willow slapped her grasping twin, then kicked the vampire away.  Vamp Willow roared
angrily, punching Willow in the stomach before grabbing a handful of the living girl's red hair.

     "Get to my clothes!" shouted Buffy desperately, her nude body rising towards the howling
gateway.

     Willow smashed her elbow into the vampire's throat, taking the opportunity to dive down
and snatch at Buffy's folded clothes.  Vamp Willow rubbed her aching throat, then fell upon her
twin, slashing at the crouched girl's back with sharp nails.  Willow slammed her back into her
vampiric twin, rising and spinning to thrust a stake into Vamp Willow's heart.  Vamp Willow
shrieked when the stake punched into her small chest.  The dying vampire squeezed Willow's
shoulders while she slowly fell to her knees.

     "You hate me..but you..are..me," coughed Vamp Willow before her body transformed into a
cloud of light ash.

     Willow dropped the smoldering stake, and threw herself into the roaring vortex.
*****
 

Epilogue:

     Willow left the bathroom, scrubbing her wet hair with a towel.  She dropped onto the bed
where Buffy was outstretched watching TV.

     "Feel better?"

     "Yeah.  Thanks for letting me spend the night, I wasn't up to facing my Mom," smiled
Willow gratefully.

     "S'okay.  I'm just glad you're back," grinned Buffy, sitting up to hug Willow tightly.

     Willow returned her best friend's embrace.  She could smell Buffy's clean, golden hair, the
scent of soap that still clung to Buffy's pink skin.  Willow nuzzled Buffy's neck, and was surprised
when Buffy nuzzled her back.

     "When Anya first cast the temporal spell on me, I had a dream about you," admitted Buffy,
reluctantly pulling away from Willow.

     "What happened?"

     "I..touched you, we made love," blushed Buffy, lowering her face, her long, golden hair
covering her like a silken veil.

     Willow sat still for several moments, digesting Buffy's confession.  Finally, she leaned
forward, brushed away Buffy's hair and held her face close to her friend's.

     "It's okay.  I..want you too."

     Willow kissed Buffy gently at first, but passion swelled within the young girl.  Willow
kissed her friend harder, her fingers began unbuttoning Buffy's white nightshirt.  Buffy fell back
onto the bed as Willow straddled her slim waist.  Willow smiled wantonly, as her vampiric twin had
done, then she lowered herself over Buffy's sensual body...

The End.