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Willow watched the man move through the dark streets, a small smile on her pretty face. She felt her sire behind her, his cool hand on her shoulder. She looked up at him, admiring his profile as he watched the man. He felt her eyes and glanced down at her, his lips twisting slightly before he claimed her mouth in a kiss. Willow whimpered softly, loving the way that he made her feel. It had been only a day since she had died. Not even that if one wanted to be technical. At two twenty six am, she will have been dead for one entire day. She had spent the first half of the first day of her unlife in bed with Spike. He had taken her and claimed her in more ways than she ever would have imagined. He had only let her up from bed at dusk, proclaiming that it was time for her next test. She had followed him willingly into the darkness.
Spike moved away from her mouth, knowing from experience that he could find himself standing there and simply kissing her for hours without even realizing it. She was intoxicating. Such darkness and fire. He bit into her lip, sucking its fullness into his mouth as his dark eyes cut to follow the figure of the man that was about to disappear around the corner. Pulling back, he licked his lips and looked into her eyes. Green with hints of brown and yellow that were staring up at him in love, lust and hunger. He ran a finger over her cheek and smiled. Nodding his head towards the corner the man had gone around, he asked, "Do you plan on having your first meal get away?"
"No, Spike," she replied, turning her head and sniffing the air. "I can smell him. He hasn't gone far."
"Go feed, little girl," Spike ordered quietly. He saw her smile as she began to move out of the shadows and across the street. He followed her, wondering how he was going to be able to watch her kill a human when he couldn't even think about hitting one without suffering a horrible headache. To him, this would be a true test of his skills to be a sire. In a way, he wanted to watch her rip into the boy's throat. To see the blood on her lips. To listen to the faint heartbeat as she took her first life. The first was always the one you remembered. Even now, over a hundred years after the fact, he could still remember the wide blue eyes of his first victim. The girl that Angelus had sent him after. The pretty little barmaid that had screamed so loud. He felt himself hardening as he replayed that first kill. Livvy, he believed her name was. He had known her from that night in the bar. That night he had met Angelus and sealed his fate. Now, it was time for his daughter to experience that thrill. Her first kill. He smiled slightly, wishing he had a camera.
Willow felt her mate following her, knew that he was testing her again. If she did well, she was going to be allowed to find Xander. Her eyes glinted at the idea of finding her Xander. She would do well. She must. She closed her eyes briefly, pushing the demon back. She was getting much better at gaining control of her body. It was still strange, to feel two forces fighting inside herself, but it was growing easier to put the demon in its place. She opened her eyes again, an innocent smile crossing her face. She began to move, her mind thinking of the best scenario to approach her first kill.
"Percy?" she called out, keeping her voice soft and confused. "Is that you?"
Percy turned, rolling his eyes when he saw who had called his name. "Yeah, Rosenberg. What do you want?"
"What are you doing here?" she asked, moving closer. She could smell him, such a sweet smell of sweat and life. She found her eyes looking at his neck. That glorious expanse of tanned flesh. She wondered what he tasted like, pushing the demon down knowing that she wanted this to last.
"Walking," he replied in a tone that left her no doubt he thought she was crazy. "What are you doing here?"
"Walking," she answered back, moving her head slightly to the side and looking his body over. Such wonderful firm muscles, molded against a plain white t-shirt. She wanted to feel them break...to hear him scream as she killed him...to see him begging at her feet. She licked her lips, smiling slightly as she watched him glare at her. This was going to be fun.
"I have things to do. Better people to be seen talking to," Percy said, noticing that she was wearing tight blue jeans that molded curves he hadn't thought about since that night in the Bronze. A dark blue shirt crossed over her pert breasts, stopping a few inches above her pants, giving him a view of her flat stomach. Her hair was a vibrant red this week, molding her pale face in a halo of fire. He felt himself hardening as he looked into her eyes and saw desire mixed with something he couldn't identify. What was he thinking? He hadn't felt this hard since that night she had hurt him. The next day she had acted as if it was not her, so he had followed her lead and ignored it. But, sometimes at night, he would wake from a dream of her hurting him with his cock in his hand, his seed spilled. He hated that this little geek of a girl could make him think things that he didn't want to think.
"Do you?" she drawled, smelling his arousal and fear in the air as she moved closer to him. She moved her hand up, drawing her fingernail along his cheek. She licked her lips as she saw the small trail of blood following her action. She stood on her tip toes, her tongue running over his cheek. She tasted his blood and felt her body react. She pushed him against the wall, her hand moving down to cup his hardness through his jeans. She heard him groan and smiled, loving the power she had. "Do you want me to go, Percy?"
Percy heard the soft voice near his ear and arched into her palm. How could someone so small, so insignificant, make him feel so damn helpless? He just couldn't understand it. So, he decided why bother trying to? "No."
"What do you want?" she asked, her voice becoming husky from her hunger as she resisted simply tearing into his neck.
"You," he said, his voice holding the tone of wonder. "I want you."
"Of course you do," she replied, nipping at his ear. She heard him moan as he again moved against her palm. "You like this don't you? Love me having control over you. Making you do things that you only dream about. You want to fuck me don't you? Want me to scream your name?"
"Fuck yeah," he murmered, listening to her sweet voice and wondering when she had grown up.
Willow smiled, "Ask me."
"Wha?" he asked.
"Ask me to take you...to claim you...to give you what you need," she whispered, alternating each word with a nip on his cheek, his ear, his neck.
"Please?" he heard himself begging, feeling her fingers stroking him through the denim.
"My pleasure," she said, moving her head back and looking at her sire. She winked at him before her face turned, her eyes burning yellow as she tightened her hold on his cock, causing him to scream in pain and fear. She bit into his neck, tasting the blood. It was flowing with arousal and fear. Such wonderful emotions that only made it all the more sweet. She continued to feed from him until she heard his heart began to slow down. Feeling his inevitable death, she pulled her face up, blood on her lips. Looking at Spike, she moved, holding Percy's head and baring his neck to her mate. "Taste him, sire. For me?"
Spike smiled at his lovely mate as he moved forward. He bit into the mark she had made, enjoying human blood for the first time in months. He continued to feed until the boy died, pulling back right before death claimed the lad. He moved quickly, pinning Willow against the wall. He kissed her savagely, needing to thank her for giving him a taste of what he had been missing. Her blood had been enjoyed more than any elixer possible, but it had not had the fear that he had missed. He could never speak the words of thanks, knowing that as her sire. But, he could show her that she had done well. He unzipped her jeans, freeing himself soon after. Her arousal was thick in the air, her cunt sopping wet from the thrill of her first kill. He entered her roughly, driving her against the wall. She moaned, her legs going around his waist as they continued to kiss, fangs against fangs. Soon, they both came, the excitement of the evening bringing them closer sooner.
Spike kept his cock inside her, grinding slowly as he caught her eyes. "Very well done, my daughter."
"Thank you, Sire," she said, respecting the formality of this particular conversation. She felt a wave of pride at having caused such a reaction in him with her first kill.
"I shall allow you to find Xander. You must be back at the lair before dawn, and no playing with him," he warned, his eyes flashing to give her no doubt that she would punished if she dared disobey him.
"Thank you, sire," she said, smiling as he slid out of her, zipping his jeans. She zipped her own, the feel of his cum and her release causing the material to stick to her thighs. She moved towards him, kissing him softly before moving away. "I'll see you later, Spike."
"Be good," he called out, laughing softly as she looked at him and winked. "Be careful."
"Always, lover," she said, turning back and heading around the corner. She began to run, needing to see her Xander.