Title: For Want Of A Slayer

Category: Paranormal
Author Pen name: Knorg
Email: paxgronk@hotmail.com
Description: Set in the ‘The Wish’ Universe. Xander visits Willow’s grave. Xander/Vampire Willow, Amy/Vampire Willow, Pain, Death by Vampire.

Sunnydale: 1997

The sun was setting as Sunnydale High student Xander Harris climbed over the low wall into the town’s Jewish Cemetery. He paused on the wall to curse the early locked gates…

“Damn, people don’t visit cemeteries in the evenings in this town?”

…and wondered if he should have dressed better. He was wearing a loose light blue shirt, brown pants and scuffed trainers, having changed from the formal wear he’d worn to the funeral earlier that day. The memory of the solemn burial welled up in his mind, and he thought for a moment he might cry again. It had not been a comfortable ceremony for the teen, his family’s reputation for drunken misbehaviour and domestic disputes earning him flashed glances of disapproval, though at least Mrs Rosenberg had remembered him as Willow’s closest friend and accepted his condolences. It wasn’t as if this was the only tragedy for Xander, recently

His and Willow’s second best friend Jesse had ‘disappeared’ a week before, and as Xander walked through the graves he remembered Willow’s carefully laid plans to search him out, and bring him home. They’d both last seen him leave The Bronze with a blonde who looked a few years older, and Willow had decided he was probably shacked up somewhere with her letting his grades go to hell. Xander, for his part, had wondered if it had been related to the massive number of times Cordelia had rebuffed Jesse. To his way of thinking Jesse would be extra keen to spend as much time as possible with any hot chick he could. At the time Xander had wondered about it being the same night as the dork in lame retro clothes had tried to pick up Willow, only to fail against her low self-confidence.

As Xander reached the freshly turned earth of Willow’s grave, the Californian teen felt tears really rise up inside, and wiped them away. He felt glad that Larry or some other jock wasn’t around to see, and then felt guilty for caring what they thought. Willow was dead and he was worrying about appearances.

“Ah Willow… if only you’d gone with the dork, you’d probably still be alive. Missing, but still alive.”

Xander broke off. He always tried to combat every problem, every event, everything in his life with a wisecrack. It was his way, but once again he was feeling guilty. Willow’s parents had actually been happy there was no delaying investigation – they’d wanted Willow buried as soon as possible in line with Jewish custom. Xander sat with his back against another grave and reached into his bag.

“Hey Willow… what kind of town is it where a girl gets stabbed in the throat, dumped in a graveyard, and the cops just don’t seem to care? The cops in this town are so stupid they could get jobs as red shirts on Star Trek…” he sniffed, and wiped another tear, “You know what I heard just before coming here? Like, half an hour ago? Nancy saw Jesse the other night. He was hanging around the bronze asking after Cordelia. I guess it didn’t work out with him and the blonde…”

A pale female hand had burst through the soil of the grave. Willow’s hand; Xander looked about ready to have a heart attack.

“ARRGGGGH! Oh my god! They buried you alive?! Sunnydale cops have hit a new low!” He was horrified, yet not entirely surprised. Cold sweat ran on his brow as he swiftly stood and pulled on the wriggling arm. Willow’s head and shoulders broke the soil and she looked up at Xander, swiftly followed by her other arm. A tiny part of his mind was surprised that she was smiling, not panicked or afraid, or confused.

Xander stared, far too stunned to speak. Had it all been some huge prank? Were TV cameras even now filming before some smug bearded git jumped out?

“You’re alive!”

“Hi Xander! Nice night for a walk!”

Willow seemed as cheerful and happy as ever, smiling and unconcerned up to her neck in grave-dirt. Xander was actually almost in a state of medical shock. Willow seemed to remember something and asked excitedly,

“Am I in time for the harvest? Luke told me all about it. Sounded like fun. Way more fun than school.”

“The… the… Willow! You’re alive!” Xander’s shocked ears caught up, “More fun than school?” Willow was obviously not well.

“Of course, silly! C’mon, Let’s go to the bronze! I’m Hungry.”

“They buried you alive and you want Buffalo wings? That’s a killer ad slogan.”

Her body seemed to meet no resistance as the redheaded beauty climbed out of the earth to reveal her dirt stained burial clothes. Xander could no longer see any trace of a neck wound, although it had been cleaned up before the funeral. He began looking around for a camera, convinced it was all a big practical joke – it had to be.

“What’s going on Willow? You died! I don’t mean like a comedian on stage, I mean like my best friend found dumped near The Bronze! This is NOT funny. I should know.”

Willow stepped forward and hugged Xander. The press of her arms around him was like a vice and he gasped. Willow’s lips brushed his ear and she said,

“I didn’t die, silly. I came to life. ”

Willow’s face changed, twisting demonically, Her eyes turned yellow and her mouth sprouted perfect white fangs. Dust of the grave dropped from Willow’s red hair as she gently pulled Xander’s head back with one hand and looked him in the eyes.

“EEAAAAHHH!”

Shocked horror and… revulsion. She read the emotions in Xander’s face and filled with hot Vampiric rage, cold fury coursing her veins with demon blood. As long as she remembered Xander was her closest friend, her ally against Cordelia, the only boy who’d played doctor with her the ‘correct way’, letting her use the medical books. Then, as puberty hit, Willow had started to see Xander in a new and different light.

There was the real reason why she didn’t want to go and dance in The Bronze, or let them walk her home: she didn’t want to miss out on a chance with Xander. She wanted to hold him and never let him go, forever hers. She wanted Xander and her to get married, live and love. Willow thought of the poem of longing composed the night she’d met Luke, the night everything had changed. And most of all, she felt of the pangs of embarrassment, the fear of rejection she’d felt, every time she’d wanted to make Xander notice her rather than air-headed bimbos like Cordy or Harmony, or to ask him to be her boyfriend.

The knowledge sat in her brain; Willow didn’t need to ask, now - Xander could be hers. Xander would be hers.

Forever.

Willow forced a kiss on Xander, pushing her tongue into his mouth. The ‘boy’s’ eyes were wide as saucers as Willow met his gaze. Piercing his lower lip, she tasted his blood, suckling on his lip. Xander felt the slight pain in his shock. He tried to push Willow away straining himself against her. Irritated at the fresh rejection, Willow shoved Xander hard against a stone memorial, and he dropped on his ass. He still held onto the thread of the hope that it was all a prank, TV special effects – but Willow had been too strong.

Emotions fought in him as she looked angrily down at him – fear, revulsion, disgust and love. Xander truly loved Willow as a friend and it was deeply ingrained in his psyche – Willow could have killed someone and he’d have still loved her, supported her. He didn’t believe he was looking at Willow now, but at some creature wearing her face. You heard stories in Sunnydale.

Willow had calmed her anger, as she felt knew appetites burning in her newly dead chest. Looking down at Xander before her she wondered at the pleasures of a chase, to run and catch Xander and throw him to the ground. He couldn’t escape from her, there was nowhere he could run to escape. Willow knew that when she gave Xander the same gift that Luke had given to her then Xander would be with her. Until then he was against her, and she would have some fun.

“Why don’t you want me Xander? You want Cordelia? Go on then! Go get Cordelia!”

Willow turned away and crossed her arms, playing her game. Needing the chase.

“I.. I… Willow… I… I’ll get you help…”

Vampyre. The word flashed into his mind and he realised he’d seen it recently. The new Librarian! Xander had been sent down to the school library to collect some textbooks he’d mislaid, and found a strange pile of old texts – they’d seemed very out of place. The top one had had Vampyre written across it. Xander wasn’t the fastest at academia, but that didn’t make him a fool. He made the connection; the librarian was somehow involved. With fear aided memory he recalled the man had seemed extremely distracted, as if he was having a very bad week. Dealing with the undead would be enough to give even a restrained Englishman the wiggins.

Xander took one last look at Willow, before he turned and ran. It was the fastest, most earnest route he’d ever planned to school. He covered the distance to the wall of the cemetery in a record time for him, and pulled himself up onto it.

“What the hell…?” Cold fingers closed on his ankles. Willow pulled, Xander’s chin hit the wall, and the lights went out for the terrified teen.

***

Xander’s head was swimming as he slowly woke. His jaw hurt the most, though his ankles felt like they were badly bruised. He slowly came around to realise he was in one of the classrooms at Sunnydale high. As he reached down to run a testing hand over his ankle, he realised he was naked.

“Xander! Look who I found in the gym!”

Xander pushed himself up against the wall. The light was off in the class room, but on out in the corridor. It cast enough light for him to see Amy on her knees in a practice cheerleading costume, with her wrists bound tightly. Willow was kneeling behind her, holding the girl’s arms above her head with one hand, and she had her other up underneath Amy’s top. Xander could see it moving under the fabric, and realised that Willow had torn off the girl’s bra to bind her wrists. Willow’s face had returned to normal, she looked concerned for Xander. As Willow spoke Xander saw Amy raise her head and mouth the words “help me.” Xander’s head was still thick with the fug of unconsciousness and he said nothing.

“I wanted us to play a game somewhere quiet, Xander. Somewhere where we could be alone until you were mine forever.”

The redheaded vampire pulled Amy in closer to her, and licked her ear. When she continued to speak, it was in a stage whisper.

“Amy was spying on us. She was going to tattle-tale to Principle Flutie about our games.”

“Will… you’re scaring me.” He stumbled away from the wall, and lent on a desk.

“Scaring Amy more.”

Willow dropped her hand from Amy’s breasts, sliding it down her toned stomach and into the waistband of her skirt. Amy gasped as Willow rubbed a finger down her netherlips in the tight confines of her panties. She was discovering so much about herself, realising all the time she’d wasted with homework or chocolate brownies with Amy, all the fun she’d missed.

“When did you become a vampire? Is the new librarian behind it? Is Lex Luthor English?” Xander found himself becoming unavoidably aroused from a combination of fear and the sight of Willow kissing Amy’s neck while her hand moved in the cheerskirt.

“Xander… help me… please… “ Amy managed to speak as Willow worked her grave-dirt stained fingers into the wannabe cheerleader’s honey-pot. Amy was wishing she’d never sneaked back to school, to try and practice on the gym floor and stop slipping. She spent six hours a day practicing at her mom Catherine’s insistence but that was at home – the floor felt different in the gym.

“Willow! For god’s sake! Let Amy go.” Xander shouted, disturbed that he found the sight so hot.

Willow pouted. Xander was always more concerned about some other girl than her. She felt Amy’s increasingly wet snatch and let go of her arms. Amy lowered them as Willow used her freed hand to grope her pert teenage tits through the yellow top. The girl wasn’t even making an attempt to struggle, but was starting to moan as Willow grew quickly skilled at her ministrations. Before Willow died, she’d never even touched herself.

“You stole my Barbie. Do you want to take my Amy as well? Friends share, Xander!”

Xander was finding walking hard, and Willow didn’t seem ready to hurt Amy so he stayed resting against the desk, trying to fold his mind around everything that was happening. He was so shocked even his ready sarcastic wit seemed mostly to have deserted him. He didn’t want to admit he was enjoying watching Willow and Amy.

Amy began humping against Willow’s hand, trying to grind more of the redhead’s fingers into her. Willow began finger fucking the girl with undead skill, lightly brushing her clit with her thumb. Amy was writing in her tight grasp, moaning more as Willow sometimes over squeezed her breasts. Willow delighted in putting on a show for Xander, feeling Amy’s body in her arms, the total control she had over the girl – whetting her appetite to hold it over Xander. Willow tossed her head back as she felt Amy start to cum, hot slippery muscles clenching her fingers, and then changed.

Amy felt the orgasm wash over her, a tide of glorious pleasure bourn from fear and fingers of Willow. She came harder as twin fangs bit into her neck, and the redhead began to drain her lifeblood. Willow was in a state of pure pleasure herself, knowing that it was so evil, so right! She was newly undead yet she had a taste for the fear and suffering she could bring in a victim before draining them. Willow didn’t know it, but many vampires seemed to care only for the blood, for slaking their thirst. It would always be more than that from her, right from her first kill.

He barrelled into them both, interrupting the feed. He pushed Willow away from Amy and found himself lying on top of her, looking into cruel yellow eyes. Most of all, he focussed on the trail of blood from her mouth. It was finally clear in Xander’s mind that his Willow was dead and gone – only this monster remained. Amy reached a weak hand for her bleeding neck, otherwise hardly moving. She was barely conscious.

“You want to snuggle, now?”

Willow ran her hands up his back and tangled her fingers into his hair before forcing a kiss on him. The taste of Amy’s blood filled his mouth as Willow closed her eyes and twirled her tongue about his mouth. Pushing both his hands against the floor he tried to pull away, but Willow held him firm; it seemed to last for ages for poor Xander. He knew somehow that things would get a lot worse before they got better. If they got better.

Willow’s face returned to it’s human state some time before she broke the kiss. She saw a long dream realised and thought happy thoughts of their future time together, Willow and Xander, stalking and hunting and killing. Together.

“Xander… Wasn’t that… good? You do want me, right?” Willow wiggled her hips at his crotch and Xander’s guilty arousal increased.

“I’m 16. Of course I want you… I want you dead for what you did to Willow.”

Wrong answer. Red hair flailed as Willow mercilessly broke Xander’s nose with his forehead, then lapped at the dripping blood as his anguished howl dragged Amy closer to true consciousness. The vampire twisted around and stood, dragging her longtime friend across to the teacher’s desk. The newborn vampire had realised quickly that power and control were not enough for her, as she’d quickly realised that she enjoyed a chase. An excited smile danced about her lips as she picked a ruler from the desk. Xander felt her drag down his pants, and a second later Willow began laying heavy whacks on his buttocks.

“OWWIE!”

Willow felt a new thrill as she beat Xander, wanting to experiment a lot more - the ruler would never be enough for her, could never cause enough pain. If she punished Xander now, she wouldn’t have to when they were friends again, when he came around to her point of view. A single petite hand was all the redhead needed to plant in his back as she left red marks across his butt until the ruler broke. The broken, splintered wood dropped from Willow’s hand and she ran a gentle hand across Xander’s near-glowing butt, eliciting fresh groans.

Xander dropped down upon his knees by the desk, clutching his sorely abused ass. He felt the loss of dignity keenly; though he’d been bullied a lot by jock types and so also felt a keen sense of familiarity.

“Need to get some re-inforcements…” he muttered “like the… army…navy…air force… girl scout reservists…”

Willow stamped on the back of his ankle, breaking it. Xander’s sudden cry sounded through the school, but there was nobody to hear it. He writhed in pain on the floor clutching at his leg, leaving Willow satisfied he wouldn’t be running anywhere she turned her attention back to Amy.

Meanwhile, the cheerleader wannabe had groggily gotten up onto her knees. Always the controlling, domineering force in her life, Amy wanted her mom. She looked up to see Willow looking down thoughtfully at her, as if she were a challenging math question. Willow seemed almost absent-mindedly to pull her burial dress up over her head, and drop it on the floor, before undoing her bra and panties. Naked but for her shoes and socks, Willow ran her hand through Amy’s hair, as the dazed victim half-raised the still-bound wrists that sat in her lap. Willow knelt before her, showing no shame or embarrassment at her pale nude body.

“Amy, are you alright?”

“Wha… wha… I’m dying Willow…”

“Sssshhhh…” Willow pressed her finger against Amy’s lips, “Isn’t it fun?” Willow pulled Amy up close to her, and felt the girl’s warmth against her body, the close smell of blood filling her nostrils. She stroked Amy’s hair as Amy hugged her back, mumbling something about friendship. Willow reflected for a moment, changed her face, and bit into Amy’s neck again, but drank only slowly. She revelled in the taste of the blood, the power and the control, and she drank until Amy was at the point of death.

Willow pulled back and licked blood from her chin, before slicing a line down between her naked breasts, putting strength behind her finger. She watched the blood well before holding Amy’s mouth to the thin wound. The vampire cooed as the nearly-dead Amy began to drink her blood, weakly licking the pale bloody skin between Willow’s perky breasts.

“Good girl, Amy… Good girl…” Willow murmured, listening to Xander’s moans of pain and growing aroused. Amy died a few moments later, and Willow dropped her on the floor.

“When you come back, we can have brownies!” Willow told her, before twisting around and seductively crawling towards Xander, who stared back with an expression very much akin to terror.

“There’s no place like home…” The pain had abated a little in his ankle, or perhaps he’d gotten used to it.

Willow stopped before him, and stayed on her hands and knees.

“Why don’t you flop your heels together?”

“You killed Amy!”

“She’ll thank me for it as I will thank Luke. You’ll thank me Xander.”

“I don’t want to be like you!”

“You’re like I WAS. Weak, pathetic, whiney – old reliable Willow. You’re boring me Xander, I don’t want to hear you talk, I want to hear you scream.”

Willow put pressure on Xander’s ankle and got her wish. Amy she’d turned quickly - they’d been friends, but never really close – Xander, she’d felt closer to than ever her always-distracted mother, and the demonic creature she’d become hated the memory of those feelings. Willow pulled Xander towards her, pulled his pants down around his ankles and then easily pulled him under her, holding his arms back with her own. She was still marvelling at her own strength.

Opening his tear-bleary eyes, he saw her pert untouched breasts hanging down over him. Willow began to grind her ginger-furred pussy against Xander’s responsive crotch. Xander’s eyes were fixed on Willow’s breasts, almost mesmerised.

“Up here,” a backhand slap loosened some of the helpless teen’s teeth, and he looked her in the eye as fast as he could. Xander’s prick started to harden as she massaged the quickly responsive teen-meat with her dead virgin hole. Willow leaned down and licked the tears on his face, and then nibbled his lower lip. Xander was still sobbing, mumbling nonsense, wanting to wake from the nightmare.

Willow readied herself to tear away her virginity with the rape of her friend, two leftovers from her weak human life.

“Gaaa…aahh… oh…” Xander’s prick shot wads of spunk clear over his shoulder, another thrusted blast splashed Willow’s right breast, as slower streaks stained his shirt. The orgasmic release felt great, a quick sense of peace throughout before the pains in his body made themselves quickly known again.

The vampire stared incredulously, shocked, surprised, and angered that her intent had been delayed. Xander felt embarrassed, as much as he had the last time he’d cum unintentionally, brushing past Cordelia Chase bending over at a drinking fountain when he was fourteen. Willow held both his hands with one of hers and ran her fingers through his hair, before banging his head against the floor.

Coming around minutes later with a brand new pain in his head and his shirt torn off, he found Willow had pulled down Amy’s skirt and tights, and was holding his face inches from her pussy. The strong smell of her earlier orgasm was mixed with the stronger smell of her bladder, which had emptied as she died. He mother, always paranoid about her health and weight, had made Amy have an enema before coming to the school, and so there wasn’t any trace of shit.

His ankle was at the wrong angle, at right angles to his leg. He could feel it. He went back to gentle sobbing.

Willow settled down on Xander’s lower back and gently humped herself against his spine, as he lacked most of the muscle mass he would later display. Without saying a word, she pushed his head forward into Amy’s still warm snatch, smearing piss and pussy juice across his face. As he touched her, her body twitched, and Willow recalled it was common after death.

“Clean up that mess.”

Having little choice, Xander breathed in the smell and set to work, licking Amy’a thighs. Willow pushed his face into the small puddle of piss on the floor, and laughed as he gagged. He felt Willow growing wetter as she tormented him, rubbing against his back as he gently held Amy’s thighs and drank. He knew she was dead, and wished he was. Willow slapped his ass whenever he wasn’t working enough and taunted his premature ejaculation.

Willow’s body was cold, but she felt incredibly hot. She wanted to cum. Shifting her weight, she took Xander by surprise as she turned him onto his back. He screeched as his wounded leg hit the hard floor and blacked out again. Willow used the time to sit his face, moving her cute perfect ass up and dripping pussy juice into his slack mouth. Leaning over the vampire pulled Amy’s corpse up towards her, and tore the girls top up the front, exposing her breast.

Xander came around again to see Amy’s breasts mashed against Willow’s, as the vampire swirled her tongue in the corpse’s mouth. Noting his consciousness, she reached down and lifted his head into her pussy. Knowing the drill by now, he took his first sweet taste of Willow. He licked up lips and around her poking clit, before pushing his tongue inside.

“Oohhh… Kiss me Xander…” she could already feel a fire building in her belly spurred on by fantasies of killing and torturing her way through Sunnydale with Xander at her side and Amy… perhaps at her feet. Willow continued to hold Amy’s head one handed but roamed her other over the supple teen flesh, riding Xander’s face and groping Amy’s body. She had a passion for sweet female flesh she’d never imagined before and settled on a fantasy of her and Xander killing Cordelia in the library as she came forcefully, screaming and bucking and spraying her boy toy’s face.

Silence, but for Xander’s muffled sobbing. He could feel he was hard again, the scent and sights wired to his teen libido. Willow dropped Amy like a sack of potatoes, and slowly scooted back along his chest leaving a slug trail of juices as she went. Xander felt a strange inner peace, as he knew he would be dead very soon now. An end to the torture, to the suffering, to the pain; it never occurred to him that soon he would be the perpetrator.

“You know what the worst thing is?”

Willow lazily scratched bloody trails across Xander’s chest, putting vampiric strength behind her nails. Leaving the question hanging in the air, she lapped at the welling blood, positioning herself over the hot, hard manhood.

“The worst thing is… I remember the angsty, awful, love poetry. How I wanted you, how you’d never notice me, how you never wanted me…”

Willow reached down and cupped her breasts with Xander’s hands, sighing gently. He felt the sticky underside of one of the perky tits from his earlier cum blast.

“No choice now, no free will ever again.”

“Willow…” Xander’s voice was faint, hoarse; he was becoming increasingly delirious, “Willow… I love you, Willow…” He truly meant it, having realised that Willow could do nothing to stop him loving her. Not even killing.

Willow impaled herself on Xander’s cock, her virginity torn away, her final shred of innocence lost. Xander bucked against her, as he too gave up his virginity and groped her breasts clumsily, showing his teen inexperience. Willow enjoyed a little pain as a vampire, the erotic pain of Luke’s bite still sat heavy on her mind as she fucked Xander, squeezing his cock wonderfully with her tight virgin pussy. The bloodlust was racing her orgasm to fever pitch, and Willow joyfully changed her face and let her demon out. Xander’s world was all about his tightening balls, his throbbing shaft and the soft breasts in his hands.

“Arrhhhhhh…” Xander thrust up into Willow as he came, wanting to hold her and forgive her. He got his wish as she pulled him close, and craned down to bite into his neck. Xander’s hot lifeblood splashed her mouth as Willow too came, screaming into his neck as she drained him, humping wildly and erratically as she listened to his heart beat change.

“Willow… love you Willow…” Xander’s arms were wrapped around her as she forced herself to break her kiss of death, and look down into Xander’s fading eyes. She kept his gaze as she re-opened her earlier wound and held Xander the same as she had Amy. Truly delirious, he lapped at her tainted blood and condemned himself to walk as one of the damned. The taste of blood and pussy juice was the last thing Xander was aware of as he slipped into death, his soul fleeing his body.

***

Willow stretched and turned to look eastwards, the first rays of sun poking over the horizon. Critically she examined her last hour’s work and decided it was fine. She was standing before her own grave, Xander and Amy locked in a dead embrace a few feet below the ground. They would awake ready to hunt and kill once the coming day was done.

Clapping the dirt off her hands, Willow found herself at a loose end.

“Bored Now.”

The End

Everytime I sit down to write a vampire Willow story I scare myself.

Premature Ejaculation –I recall thinking after reading Wakboth’s The Graduation that that there just doesn’t seem to be much of this in stories.

So…

Vampire Willow / Oz next? I bet I could fit that into the continuity.