For Karen. You said I could sequel your fic. Guess what? Nancy is a even bigger b*tch vamp then we thought.

I woke up bleary eyed and hungry. Everything in my world seemed to be off kilter and all that I could pay attention to was the hunger burning in my stomach. I wanted. . . I didn't know. Then the memories started.

Sparring with Larry.

Willow came in, killed Larry. Bit me. I blacked out. I must have fucking drank her blood. I was a vampire now.

Somehow it didn't seem as bad as it would have before. I was strong, I could kill anything. I would take control of this shit hole town and it would be MINE.

First, I would kill Willow.

I slowly got to my feet. Noticing how easy movements were, taking in the fact that I didn't have to breath and that my heart wasn't beating. If my heart wasn't beating, why did I want Oz so much? I wanted him to be with me. Forever. He would be mine. . . a pet to keep around. First, I would kill Willow. Bitch just got on my nerves.

I noticed the bloody corpses around the library. The blood came to my nose and I wanted nothing more then for it to be pumping back into Larrys veins.

So I could suck it back out.

Going to the cabinet I grabbed a crossbow and a wooden staff. I avoided the crosses, noticing how they seemed to make my eyes hurt. I fought back the instinct to hiss and moved out of the library. Leaving everything. As I was walking down the hallway, I suddenly realized I smelled a familiar scent.

Oz. The wolf. We would be wolves together. He'd already fucked my life up, now I'd fuck up his. I'd take it, and make it eternal. What better punishment then eternity with me?

I glanced down at myself taking in my bloody sweat-stained shirt. All the better for my story. I walked toward the sounds of Oz's footsteps and came up in front of him. Dropping the weapons.

"Larry's dead."

Oz blinked in shock, looking at me. I knew he didn't trust me. "Willow. Some idiot fucker invited her in."

I saw him reach for the cross. I moved faster then I've ever moved and grabbed his wrist, snapping it. Oz let out a howl, I grabbed him and spun him. I felt my face change into the glorious demon sharing my body, it was strong and smart. Sinking my fangs into his neck, taking in his lifeblood. Relishing in the ecstasy of it. Why had I killed so many vampires, when I could be one? Suddenly Oz's hand snapped out, cuffing me in the side of the head. I felt the blow like an annoying gnat but it made my head jerk. I ripped Oz's throat open. He turned at me, snarling. He was halfway through the change, I hadn't even known the little bitch could change when it wasn't a full moon. He was reaching for a cross or a stake, we both knew he wouldn't make it before he'd pass out from blood loss.

His heart was pumping it out of his fatal neck wound too fast.

I knocked him to the ground, straddling him. I ripped my wrist open with a fang and shoved it in his mouth. He moved away from me. I could see his eyes glazing over and he was still thrashing about under me. I grabbed his jaw, holding it and forcing it open with brute strength. I shoved my bloody wrist in his mouth and I watched the final horror in his eyes as he passed out.

I laughed.
~*~
I stood at the doorway to the bronze. My new outfit was something that made several of the vampires turn their heads and stare. I had to admit it was more leather then I would have liked but I wanted them to see me as a powerful figure. It was the leather age, if Ricky Martin had to wear cow hide, so did I.

I walked in like I owned the place, I noticed Willow sitting on a couch having sex with a brunette. I walked over and grabbed her by the hair, tearing her off of him and throwing her on the ground. I moved swiftly and placed my boot over her throat, much the same way as she had crushed the idiot who'd invited her into our domain's throat.

"Your going to die now, bitch." I hissed, my face was full demon and I knew that my eyes were glowing a deathly orange. I had to kill her if I bit her, she would be a wolf. I'd have to be very careful who I bit and let live. She stared at me with the calmness that only the insane could have as their larynx was being crushed by some blonde headed whore in too much leather
her. I felt her lover coming up behind me, he was holding something heavy. I lashed my standing foot back. Hitting him in his naked groin. He let out a howl and I heard him thump to the ground. I stood like that for an instant poised on Willow's neck on one foot. I loved my new power.

I released the pressure on her neck. She was starring up at me, her eyes watering in pain. Her throat completely caved in. It wouldn't kill her, she was undead. She didn't need to breath.

She wouldn't be talking for a while.

I blinked and she was up on her feet, launching a assault on me that left my breath away. Her mouth was open in a pure cry of fury but no sound came from her broken voice box. She clawed and scratched and kicked at me. I took the brunt of it on my arms and then I fought back. Kicking her with a roundhouse that I had only just mastered before Giles' death. She stumbled back and I kicked her hard in the stomach. I brought out my stake, and brought my arm down hard over her exposed back. Then a voice boomed out through the bronze.

"ENOUGH." It couldn't--wouldn't stop my hand. The stake entered Willow's rib cage and pierced her heart. She collapsed into ashes. Her lover behind me, laying naked on the ground began to growl low in his throat. I kicked him in the head and he shut up. I turned to look at the ugliest mother fucker I'd ever seen.

"You must be the master." My voice sounded calm.

He stared at me. "Who the hell are you?"

"Your worst nightmare."
~*~
The next few years were a blur. The whitehats were, obviously, irraticated. Oz awoke and became one of the ruling vampires along with myself. I took Willow's lover, Xander, as one of my own and soon had him wrapped around my finger. It was a good thing that Oz wasn't the jealous type and didn't mind sharing.

I honestly couldn't tell you who would win in a fight.

I killed the Master three months after I joined his group. He annoyed me. He had hissed my name in passion as I drove myself down on him and drove a stake through his heart.

I loved killing that way. Through the heart as I gave them the greatest pleasure.

I'm tiring of Xander. He's becoming a annoyance that I think I will eradicate soon. Oz is threatening to leave me, he thinks that Sunnydale is too small a place for the likes of us. I almost agree. But Sunnydale is our home, the place we were born into the undead. The place we had fought so hard to protect as humans.

Call me sentimental.

I basically just wanted to kill every fucking person who had been to stupid to realize what was going on around them.
~*~End~*~

Title: Valentine
Author: Karen. (Coe42@aol.com)
Rating: R for L and V.
Disclaimer: Ems and I own most of Wishverse because we changed it but the
original came from the Episode the Wish. All characters owned by Joss.
Feedback: Yes, please.

WISHVERSE.
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"Say it. 'My name is Nan and I am in love with Oz."

"Fuck you." I wasn't playing this game today. Grabbing the sparring pole
Giles had gifted to me before he died horribly, I growled at Larry. He had
this shit eating grin on his face and I know I'm going to kick his ass. Idiot.

"You're not my type. Although manly enough...No balls. Like telling a certain
fellow lycanthrope you have a thing for him." Larry grinned and tapped me
with his pole. His strength was obvious as I buckled under the 'love tap'.
Not like this bitch was going down.

It was definitely that bitch going down. The one who thought it would be
funny to spar with me while wearing a pink T-shirt that says quite clearly,
'I like Boys.' Wish I'd never bought it for him. Big fairy. He was the sister
I never had. Or wanted. If he starts borrowing my shit I'm outta here.

Three weeks since we'd seen any action...of any kind. Both of us were
frustrated. So, Larry says, "Let's beat the shit out of each other." In other
words, "Training." But then I get in here and it's all, "Why don't you tell
Oz you love him?" Sure, I fucked that guy a couple times. Yeah I wanted him.
But love? Love was an illusion. I heard that on TV once and damn, in this
world it makes sense. You think you're in love. You're in love. You think
you're dying of malaria...Ha. It's like what comes out of cows: bull shit.

Larry hit me and I parried or whatever, knocking him on his big dumb ass.
Towering over him I relished the idea of being taller, until he swept my legs
out from under me. On his feet again, Larry laughed, "You work, eat, hunt and
sleep together. He needs to know how you feel."

"Again. Fuck you." I took his legs out from under him.

He hit the mat, again. Forcing air into his lungs, the big lug actually had
the balls to say, "It's not a weakness."

"But your fat ass is." I slammed my pole down. He took the brunt of my thrust
on the pole. The reverb hurt him though as the poles skidded along one
another. Every action has an opposite and equal...pain reaction. He knocked
my pole loose.

Bitch.

My hair was in my eyes. I'd straightened it for a week and it was blinding
me. Larry tried to take advantage but I was a bitch in more ways than PMS. I
heard him moving and slammed my fist into his guts. He doubled up and I
gripped my hands together and slammed them like a sledge hammer into his
meaty back. Lar, he went down.

"You have to do it soon or else.." His breathing was thickening. We'd have to
stop soon but I was building up a nice rage behind my eyes. "Before..you
know?"

"Before I kill you?" I growled, diving down but he was oily and rolled away
from me.

"No." He was on his feet again. Moved fast for a big guy. That was good. This
conversation? Bad. We were at war. War with vampires and demons and duality.
I didn't have time for this maudlin shit. "Before something kills him."

I stopped. My heart stopped. Oz dead? Not possible. He was the lil' man o'
steel. Oz could take abuse like a pro. Yeah right. He couldn't die to save
his life... "Shut the fuck up."

"That's right." Larry's sides were heaving as we danced around one another
pressing our defenses like Giles had taught us. Before he died. Horribly.
"Get mad at me but you don't know..We could die tonight. He could die
tonight. And you need to tell him. So freaking imagine him dead. How would
you feel if he didn't know? Shit, I'd die."

"SHUT UP!" My heart was going to fast. I couldn't stand the idea of Oz dying.
Not after my parents and my friends and Giles. It was too much to handle. One
person can only go so fucking cold and I was...So fucking cold. Except for
Larry and Oz. I loved Larry. I was in love with Oz. I staggered as Larry
knocked me down with a blow I should have seen.

And it could have been real. If Larry were a vampire I'd be shitting blood
and eating dirt. Or maybe it was the other way around...If I was really
unlucky. "Shit. I give."

Larry dropped to his knees. Sweat was pouring off of us both. My sides were
fluttering like a rabbits. His face was pale with exertion. He hugged me.
"It's worth it."

The door slammed open and a body was tossed in. "Holy mother.." I staggered
to my feet. The body shuddered and moved, "Don't do it asshole." I shouted as
the voice cried out, "Come in."

"Oh shit." Larry whispered, getting to his feet. Willow stood there in all
her whorish glory and we had beaten each other into a stupor. I backed away
from her. The stakes were half a room behind Larry. I glanced at him.

He ran but he was too slow. As I watched him time slowed further and I saw
Willow make a grab for me. I hit her with the pole but her red lacquered
nails plucked it free and tossed it into Larry. He crashed to the ground, two
feet from the chest of weapons.

Willow stepped over the fucking moron who invited her in. As an afterthought,
she crushed his throat. I didn't even care. I ran for Larry. Willow was there
before me. My lungs were burning. She laughed, "We've got time to play."

I only pray I have enough blood left to write "I love Oz." in a corny fucking
heart on the floor when it was all over.

End.