"Killing them isn't fun anymore." Willow pouted. Xander wound his arms around 
her and licked her cheek. She pushed at him, feeling huffy. "I don't want to 
go."

The Master's voice burned in her ears. "My, my, a vampire for only two scant 
weeks and she is already bored. Whatever will she do with all of eternity at 
her pretty little hands?" Animalistic features imitated her pout. 

Willow fidgeted in her brown skirt and fuzzy sweater. Xander let go of her 
and moved off to the Master's side, kissing Darla on his way past. Frowning 
prettily, Willow resembled her live self, uncertainty etching lines between 
her eyes. Xander settled himself. "Can Xander go with me?" 

"No." The Master waved his arm in a dismissive nature. "Go find your niche. 
Return when you are less displeasing." 

Willow grumbled. The cold air warmed her as she moved out into the night. A 
fresh kill would help clear her thoughts. Disappearing into the mist, Willow 
wondered what kind of girl she wanted to be when she didn't grow up. 

~~~~~~~~~~~ 

It was dead. No doubts. No worries. No possibilities. The walk home was going 
to be cold. The winter air was a chilly sixty in Sunnydale California and Oz 
wasn't wearing a jacket. Not that he cared. Working on the engine had warmed 
him to the idea of walking everywhere. 

"Cars are not good." He grumbled, slamming the hood down. 

Stepping onto the sidewalk, Oz locked the van. A soft set of footsteps 
sounded in the distance. Oz ignored it. Probably some other nocturnal 
traveler. His house was only a few blocks north. The moon rose high above the 
houses providing him with a night light to walk. 

Then a girl stepped into the light of a street lamp. She was young and her 
long brown hair took his breath away. She smiled and Oz felt his luck taking 
an upswing. Feeling chivalrous, he approached her slowly as not to freak her. 
"Hey." 

"Hi. Uh, hey." 

Oz's grin widened. Placing his hands palm up he offered to walk her home. 

The long haired girl smiled. "I was hoping you would." She began nervously. 
"It's not a good neighborhood. You never know what's out here in the 
darkness. Cause it is dark and kinda scary." 

Oz was smitten. "You have the sweetest smile." 

Brightening the girl whispered. "Come on. Let's go." 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

Dope on a rope. Willow resisted the urge to giggle and split him like rotting 
fruit. He was attractive, especially his hands. On a whim she grabbed one. He 
seemed to like that and Willow liked that. She felt as if she were a normal 
girl on a normal walk. The simple deception was better than the outright 
kill. 

"You're cold." The boy offered, hoping to make conversation. Cold, like dead 
flesh cold or something else? Odd emotions stirred beneath the demon's blood 
lust. 

Deceit, maybe that was her niche? Willow snuggled up to the older boy. "It's 
a little chilly. I've been walking for hours." 

"Are you lost?" 

Avoiding the obvious damsel in distress, Willow went for a more nineties 
spin. "My mom and I had a fight. I bolted." Just enough line with a bright 
shiny lore, her father had said to her, and you can hook any fish. 

Genuine concern filled the blood boy. "Can I help? You could talk. I could 
listen." 

Willow repressed the giggle. "I want to go somewhere. Your place?" She was a 
normal girl. He was a normal boy. Fangs? I don't know anything about fangs. 
Mm. Oh. Willow's thoughts turned darker as she brushed up against him. 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

Oz didn't know what to make of her. She was alone and upset with her parents 
but perfectly willing to go to a strange person's house. "I don't know if we 
should. I don't even know you're name . . " 

"Willow." She breathed and Oz got a good look into her pretty green eyes. 

"And you certainly don't know mine. . . It's Oz by the way." She snuggled 
closer, her hands sliding down around his waist. Oz suddenly felt warm. "Not 
wise?" 

"Hm?" She sighed into his shoulder. 

"To be so . . . when you don't know who you're being so . . .with." Oz was 
having troubled concentrating as her hands dipped lower seemingly by accident 
and brushed lightly over the zipper of his jeans. 

"Come on, Oz. Haven't you ever wanted to be reckless?" Her voice was low and 
sultry. Oz had trouble keeping his thoughts in one place. 

"I once watched an entire Molly Ringwald marathon. That's pretty reckless." 
Oz remarked as her hands continued to accidentally trail south. Her lips met 
his and Oz found himself in the middle of a kiss. Her breath was cool as it 
hit the back of his throat and she released him. 

A short laugh escaped her. "Oz! Don't be so . . ." 

"Incredibly confused?" Why was she kissing him? Did she have a jealous 
boyfriend in the wings? Psychotic parents? 

"I like you." She touched his jeans along the zipper line. "You obviously 
like me. Unless you don't like me?" Willow's mouth turned down in an 
incredibly sexy pout. Oz melted. "My house . . ." He pointed in the general 
direction. But Willow was already shoving him off the pavement onto the 
nearest lawn. 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 
Willow tore open his shirt and fought to keep her demon from surfacing. The 
game was just beginning. He would play it out until the very end, the 
exsanguination by vampire and the burying of the body in the cold ground end. 
First though, sex. 

Lunch, Oz whatever, was stunned. He didn't know how to react and that made it 
easier to pull the shirt free of his pants. Kissing his bare flesh, Willow 
let herself giggle. Just enough of a little girl sound to turn on any man. In 
life no one had wanted her, but here she was undead and having sex with a boy 
she just met. Oh, and she planned on killing instead of cuddling after. 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 
Willow's hands were on his jeans tugging at the zipper and Oz's mind was 
whirling. This was a little too fast and a little too sudden but other 
factors were over ruling his common sense. Breaking the haze long enough to 
make a move, Oz slid his hands up under her sweater. 

She laughed and tugged the sweater over her head, revealing a plain cotton 
bra. Oz was self conscious for her. "We're in the open." He tried to say but 
she was crushing his lips in an intense kiss. Speaking just made it easier 
for her to deepen the kiss. Her hands slid along his back. Breaking the kiss, 
she held a finger to his lips. Oz blinked as she whipped his shirt over his 
head and off. "Are you shy?" She whispered into his ear, licking it. 

Oz moaned an answer and slid his hands down to her middle, tugging at the 
clothing there. Willow growled and pressed her lips against his throat 
latching onto his jugular. Her hands were now actively holding him down as he 
managed to slide her brown skirt higher up. His mouth caught hers as she 
released his throat and he rolled her onto her back. 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

Willow was having a little too much fun as Oz pinned her to the ground. She 
tugged his pants down and tore at his silk boxers. They kept sliding through 
her fingers. With a frustrated sigh she managed to hook her fingers into the 
waist band. The boxers were down in a flash. 

He was a feisty little dinner plate. 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

Oz stared down at the half naked girl beneath him. It was like a splash of 
cold water. He was on a lawn a few blocks from his house. What the hell was 
he doing? It was dark and open, not a good combination. "Willow, maybe we 
should do this somewhere else. Or not do this. We don't even know . . ." 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

Willow's eyes darkened briefly. She covered it as best she could. *Not this 
again. Why did I have to get the paragon of virtue? Didn't any perverts walk 
the streets around here?* "Oz, I want to and I'm okay about it being here. 
Very okay. Are you okay?" She ran her hands down his body and watched him 
shiver. 

"I'm. . .Willow, we need a condom at least." 

Frustrated, Willow rolled Oz onto his back. He was startled. She had knocked 
the air right out of him. Staring down at him, she straddled him 
meaningfully. Maintaining her little girl voice, she whispered. "You don't 
have one?" She reached into his jeans. Oz grinned sheepishly when she 
revealed the condom. 

"Ah, Devon gave me. I've never done this like this before." 

*With this attitude I'm surprised you've done this at all.* Pouring on the 
charm, Willow whispered. "Neither have I. But this is right. This is what I 
want." 

Hopping to her feet, Willow pulled him up. "Will you if we go to your house?" 

"Willow." Oz tugged his boxers and pants on. Willow made no move to dress 
herself. She was surprised when he picked up her sweater and brushed it off. 
She kept a tight grip on his hand. 

"Come on, Oz. Hurry. I'm cold." He tried to hand her the sweater but she just 
giggled. He led her towards his house and Willow poured on the innocent girl 
charm. 

The house was nice for a daylight vamp barbecue. Large windows faced east. He 
pulled her almost straight into the invisible barrier. God made all houses 
safe for man, Willow thought. As in life you have to invite the evil into 
yourself or your house. She planed on being invited into Oz. Willow put her 
hands up to avoid slamming in to it. 

Hugging him to her she whispered. "Aren't you going to invite me in?" 
~~~~~~~~~~~ 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 
Oz smiled. Willow was incredible. But odd. "Yeah. Willow of course you're 
invited in. Why else would I bring you here?" 

He pulled Willow past the threshold and she jumped into his arms. They 
tumbled onto the living room sofa, laughing. Oz dropped his shirt and her 
sweater onto the carpet as she dragged him into a hot embrace. 

Pushing free of her again he asked, "Are you sure?" 

"Are you?" Willow ran her hands along his thighs, stopping short of other 
parts. Oz tried not to let his body answer for him as Willow leaned over 
giving him an excellent view of her unsweatered body. Her smile touched the 
darkest corners of her green eyes and Oz felt his resolve shaking. 

As if hearing his thoughts she murmured. "This isn't a one night stand Oz. I 
like you. I know you're not like that. You wouldn't treat a girl like that. 
And the truth is I've liked you for a long time." 

"You have?" Oz never remembered seeing Willow before at school or the movies 
or anywhere. 

"Yeah. I'm a sophomore. You're a junior. I didn't think you'd want me." 

Oz fell into the trap. "Who wouldn't want you?" Realizing it, Oz tried to 
change tacts, but it was hard with her hands sliding up and down him. "But 
maybe we should have a date or. . .maybe last names?" 

Willow growled playfully. Oz squinted as he saw something darker behind her 
eyes. "No more talking." She dropped her mouth to his chest and Oz had a hard 
time remembering why he was fighting this. 
~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

Willow was almost annoyed. You'd think Oz was the virgin the way he 
skittered. She tore off his remaining clothing. Taking matters, literally 
into her own hands, Willow made sure Oz couldn't concentrate long enough to 
object. 

Oz moaned and Willow grabbed one of his hands and placed it on her bra strap. 
If he didn't pull it down she was going to tear his throat out. And she 
didn't want to go home frustrated. Lucky for him, Oz's hands lingered on the 
strap thoughtfully before gently sliding it off her shoulders. He kissed her 
shoulder and trailed down. The warmth was a novelty. 

Willow slid her arms around his waist and pulled him to her. Kissing his lips 
and biting at his lower lip she encouraged pressure. Oz responded with 
slightly more force but not enough. Edgy, Willow positioned her self just 
right and faked a fall off the sofa pulling him with her. The angle was 
perfect and he slammed into her. Willow moaned. 
~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

Oz started to apologize. The force of their crash landing would leave 
bruises. He tried to disentangle himself, but she grabbed his hips and held 
him in place. Showering her with little kisses to make up for it, Oz tried to 
get off of her again, but she pulled him back down harshly. 
~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

Friction is good. Willow thought as she dragged her hands across Oz's back. 
Raising welts with her nails, she bit his lip as he hissed in pain. She 
swallowed his cry in another savage kiss. Then as things were to the point of 
no return, Willow let her face slide into it's true form. Oz didn't notice. 
He was busy. 

Freezing his throat with icy kisses, Willow growled. Slamming her fangs into 
Oz, she tore a hole in his throat. Pleasure and blood exploded into her. The 
rich stuff burned her throat and ran down her mouth. Oz was trying to pull 
away from her. She held him like a praying mantis, intent on eating her mate 
alive. 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

Oz was in shock. Willow rolled him over onto his back. Blood was running from 
her mouth down her throat and his as she suckled. Black spots burned at the 
edge of his vision. A soft sound distracted him. A door? Then Devon was 
screaming and brandishing a cross. He blacked out as a kid from the football 
team attacked Willow. 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

Screaming, Willow let go of Oz and stood above him in nothing but her brown 
skirt. The tall one advanced. "Get the hell away from him!" 

Willow squinted. She was strong. She was young, but she wasn't stupid. Two 
against one wasn't very good odds when your opponents were larger men. 
Blowing Oz a kiss she made a run for it, crashing through one of the front 
windows. 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

"Did she?" A voice whispered. 

"Tore him up pretty good. . . Hospital." 

Oz tried to concentrate on the voices. They faded in and out. One was Devon. 
Forcing his eyes open he saw the tall musician draping a blanket over him. 

"What the fuck did you think you were doing, Oz?" 

The football guy was pressing a cloth to his neck. Oz felt cold. 

"She was cold. . ." Oz managed. "Van broke down." 

"You're a lucky guy," The football player remarked. 

"Yeah Oz. Larry and me were just coming to warn you about shit like that. 
God, if you had taken her to the van we never would have found you." Devon 
grabbed Oz's pants. "We gotta get you dressed before the ambulance gets here." 

"Don't bother with that crap . ." Larry muttered, trying to hold Oz still as 
Devon slid his pants on. 

"Willow?" Oz asked. 

"Get this, dude. She's a vampire. Pretty freaky shit, right?" Devon was 
sympathetic. 

"Vampires?" Oz exclaimed shakily. 

"Funny though, they don't usually sleep with you. Just wait till you meet the 
librarian." Devon grimaced. "If you don't die or whatever." 

"Welcome to the good fight." Larry grinned. "One hell of an initiation, huh?" 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

Giggling like a maniac Willow raced down the street in her skirt. Spotting a 
store front, Willow smashed it in for fun. Alarms screeched. She ignored them 
as the outfit in the window caught her attention. Grabbing the black leather, 
she grinned. 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

Xander lay at the Master's feet. "Almost dawn." 

"Think she'll make it back in time?" Idly the Master played with a waitress 
from a nearby restaurant. She cried as Xander made a swipe at her legs. The 
door slammed open and predawn light touched the floor of the Bronze. 

"Hiya Daddy. Got me a niche." 

Xander's face lit up. Willow was covered from head to toe in dark black 
leather. A riding crop was resting lightly in her right hand. Xander let his 
eyes travel along her curves until it hit her hair. Cut above shoulder length 
and died red it made Xander want to do things. Naughty things. 

"Red?" 

Willow purred. "Don't you just love redheads?" Sidling up to Xander she 
grinned. "I know I just did." 

The Master tipped the waitress towards her. "Is this your niche I see before 
me? I like it. With the hair and the outfit. You'd make a wonderful succubus. 
Come kill this girl with me." 

Willow grabbed the whimpering girl and pulled her into a harsh kiss. Xander 
slid his hands around the waitress, enjoying her fear as Willow bit her lip. 

The Master laughed. Because after all, what's the point in having children if 
they didn't grow up to be psychotic killers just like their dad? 

The End.