Title: And So It Begins... (Willow/Graham)

Author: Jesmin

Email: notsil314@juno.com

Website: www.geocities.com/notsil314/wanderings.html

Rating: R (violence & language)

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, I just thought I would twist them to my wicked ways. However, they do belong to Joss Whedon, Fox, WB, Mutant Enemy and others I am forgeting.

Summary: Graham wakes up from an attack to find him in the clutches of one of Spike's new mates.

Author's Notes 1: Just so you know, even as I started this, the ending was not clear because I had many different ones in mind. After choosing this ending, I now face the problem of deciding which road to take in the sequel. Hopefully that won't take too long and I will post another one as soon as possible.

Author's Notes 2: This does include major character deaths, so if you don't want to see some of your favorites go through this, then I would suggest not reading any more. However, if you love twisted stories that leave you wondering what you just read, then read on and have fun!

FeedbackL Please... I don't get much, but I treasure what I do recieve and I promise to write back!

 

A strange phone call. Racing to Sunnydale. Buffy – dead. Blood everywhere. Riley – rage. Control. Must get out – away. Trap. More blood. Pain. Men down. A haze. Hostile 17? Flash of red. Farce A sweet voice. Singing. Darkness. All gone?

The voice once again penetrated his dark world, sweet and soft. Feeling once again made its way into his body. Breath seemed to wet his neck as the singing went on, her lips brushing against his neck. A hand caressed his face as the voice started to fade. Her voice, soft and wispy, took the sing song’s place. "Wakey wakey sweet baby. Mommy wants to look in your sweet blues. She wants to see the fear. It makes the blood so much sweeter. Yes sweeter, thick with fear."

He could feel her body pressed against his, and even before he was fully awake, his body started to react to hers. Who was she? Even though his mind screamed out not to open his eyes, in fear of all the death he had seen before, her voice called to him, her body awakening feelings in his own. His eyes fluttered open to meet the gaze of hers – emerald green.

For a second their gazes held each other but were then interrupted by a voice in the darkness. "Red, get away from the food source and stop taunting him."

Willow backed away and smiled at Graham. Turning slowly to the voice, she commented, "Daddy, please, can I have him? His blood smells so sweet and his eyes sparkle like the stars sing."

Graham watched as Hostile-17, who he had been told was Spike, stepped out of the darkness. "Haven’t I ordered him untouched for the moment?"

Willow stepped up to Spike and wrapped her arms around him. Rubbing her body up against him, she purred. "I know you want me. Give in and then we can feed him to the others like we are Riley." She turned her head and smiled at a figure to Graham’s left.

Turning to where she was looking, he saw Riley standing there, locked to the wall by shackles on his wrists. His head lay limp, and his eyes rolled up into darkness. A shirt loosely covered him, showing Graham places where the vampires had started to feed. The only sign that he was still alive was the movement of his chest, silently seeming to fade in rhythm every minute.

Willow licked Spike’s neck and then gently grazed it with her teeth. "You turned me first. Admit you wanted me more and give in, and then if we are nice, we can give him to her." She stressed ‘her’ with hatred.

Graham watched as a fist shot out of the darkness, knocking Willow to the ground. Willow’s face turned for a split second, a look of pure evil radiating from her face. Then, just as suddenly, it was gone, replaced by a smile. Licking the blood trickling from her mouth, Willow closed her eyes and sighed a second, moaning with pleasure as she tasted her own blood, before breaking out into laughter. She got up and smiled at the new arrival. "That felt so good. Please, do it again. I like pain."

The new arrival turned to Spike and hit him in the arm, "Why did you have to torture her and Tara and then turn her? Now she is a freak, a loon. Did you want to sire your very own Druscilla or something?"

Willow started to turn in circles, laughing, "Just like Druscilla, yes, just like Druscilla. The stars sing to me of her. We are a like. The voices love us. They sing to us." Stopping she asked, "Are you as jealous as they say you are? Jealous that Spike remade his princess in my form before he made you?"

The figure stepped more into the light. Graham gasped as Buffy slammed Willow into the wall on the other side of him. "Spike is mine, and if you don’t stop with this nonsense, I will rip your throat out!"

Sighing, Willow responded by licking Buffy’s neck. She whispered in the slayer’s ear and winked at Graham at the same time, "Please, hurt me some more, just like Daddy did. Pound me over and over."

Spike rolled his eyes and groaned. Why did he turn both of them? He should have stuck with just Buffy. Pulling Buffy off of Willow, he remarked, "My fire princess wants a toy, let her have one."

Buffy smiled and drew Spike into an embrace, kissing him deeply, knowing what his decision meant. He had picked her over the insane witch.

Willow clapped her hands in enjoyment. Graham gasped as Willow literally threw herself onto him, wrapping her arms and legs around him. Tightening her embrace on him, he groaned as he felt her press herself on him. It was so hard holding back. He tensed, waiting for Spike and Buffy to leave. Moaning, he tried not to speak his feelings as he watched Spike make eye contact with him and then walk out, Buffy tagging behind him.

Turning, Willow watched them leave and then silently started to move away. Standing in front of him, she stepped up and whispered in his ear, "Goddess, I could just eat you up."

Graham smiled over at her, his fear now evaporating as everything started to sink in. Memories were pouring into his mind, reminding him of what had really happened. "Isn’t that the idea?"

Laughing, she rubbed her fangs against his neck, drawing a small stream blood. Lapping at it, she asked, "How did you like my performance?" Before he could answer, she continued, "I thought the phone call was pretty good."

Trying to lean into her, even though he was chained to a wall, Graham answered, "You were great. I just wish I didn’t have to drag Rye into this."

"He doesn’t matter. We both knew that when we had Spike’s chip removed. Not only that, but after we take over the Hellmouth by killing Spike and Buffy, it will be best that Riley was out of the way anyway."

"Riley was my friend, Willow. Doesn’t that mean anything to you?"

She placed a finger on his lips and whispered, "When you’re a demon, it won’t be a problem. Actually, it gives you a feeling a freedom. No more Buffy to hold you under her finger, working you like a puppet, stomping on you and never realizing it as she basks in all the glory. Look at her now, all cozey with the master vampire - once again the center of attention. Don’t deny you felt that way with Riley. He was always the good commando, Walshe’s favorite. Admit it, it rubbed you the wrong way, just like it did Forrest, but you were the quiet one, not vocal enough, so you let him step all over you on his way to the top while you watched."

Graham shook his head. "This isn’t exactly what I wanted. I can’t be responsible for Rye’s death."

Willow stepped away. Enraged, she seethed as she commented, "Fuck it. Fine. Don’t kill him. I will." Then in a flash she was on Riley. She bit deeply into his neck and then tore it away. Riley opened his eyes in the last second, looking at Willow in horror, and then he breathed his last breath as blood gushed from his neck.

Closing his eyes, Graham shook his head. What had he done? He was the one who insisted they take Willow’s call seriously, knowing that she would be there. She had promised him that they could be together. Even then, he knew what was going on. He knew that she was a vampire, but his heart belonged to her, and this was his chance to be with her now that Spike had taken Tara out of the picture - that had been his idea. And now, because of the feelings he had for Willow, he had lost his best friend. Now he was starting to understand why Riley had stayed in Sunnydale so long with Buffy. It had all been for the love of a girl.

Head hanging, eyes still closed, he said quietly, "Please, just finish it." When had he gone from strong, commando guy who hates vampires to beaten down guy, begging for a vampire to claim him? This thought went through his mind as Willow pressed her body against his and bit into his neck.

Moaning, he brought up his head to give her more room. Slowly, the world started to spin around him. Willow pulled away, bit into her wrist and then brought it to his mouth. "Here, drink my love, for eternity." Her lips brushed up against his ears as she whispered to him. It all came down to this moment. He could just end it and refuse to drink. Then, he looked into her eyes. They sought his heart and called out to him. It was his destiny, a path of blood with her, a new generation to make new names for themselves. Slowly, he brought his lips to her cut a brought some of her blood into his mouth, already enjoying the smooth taste.

Willow smiled, licked his lips and then bared down on his neck again, this time not gently at all. He groaned as it created havoc with his system. His knees buckled and he fell slack, and yet she went on. Then, as he was wondering how much longer it would be, he spiraled into darkness - death.

And so it begins...