CORRUPTING INNOCENCE (3/?)
 

Willow stood in front of her mirror, a critical look on her face. Sighing,
she gave up and moved to sit in her desk chair. She was so plain...so
colorless. She had been shocked when confronted with her vampire self. All
that leather and the kinky ideas the girl had whispered to her. She knew that
deep down inside, there was a part of her that had thought of doing some of
the things the vampire had mentioned. But, the rational part of her mind knew
that she'd never do those things. Only in deepest darkest fantasties did she
allow that part of herself out. She had always kept it a secret from anyone,
knowing how her friends would look at her. Then that vampire had had to come
to Sunnydale. She couldn't believe that even in that world her desires were
one and the same. Well, except for the Xander part. She was definitely over
that stupidity.
 

No, her fantasies now centered around Angelus and Spike. Not Angel, but
Angelus. There was just something so dangerous about them both that brought
out this desire in her. Thankfully, no one had realized her secret crush on
the two psychotic vampires. Buffy would definitely have had her committed for
lusting for the enemy. Now, it didn't matter. They were both gone. Whiny,
broody Angel had been left in Angelus' place and Spike had headed off
somewhere with Drusilla. Talk about a lucky girl. Drusilla might be slightly
insane, but she had both of those guys fighting for her. Willow couldn't even
begin to imagine how that would feel. To have someone like that want you much
less two someones like that. She shook her head, pushing those thoughts away.
 

That stupid vampire version of herself had ruined everything. It had brought
back the desires and darkness that she had pushed away so long ago. It had
also caused her friends to look at her in suspicion. She could see their
disgust at the blatant sexuality that that Willow had given off. They looked
at her now and saw an enemy, even if they wouldn't admit it. They saw an
immature little girl that thought herself a master vampire. Didn't they see
that that Willow had been turned when she fifteen. No, all they saw was the
leather and dirty thoughts. That Willow had been strong though, despite the
childlike aura around her. Hell, in half a day she had had the vampires in
Sunnydale under her control. Willow knew that her friends would never believe
that she was capable of what that woman had done. Well, maybe Angel. He had
made that comment about vampire selves being like their human selves. She had
been sitting at home, avoiding them all, since that woman had left. She had
been lost in her thoughts as long buried sexual desires had reeled their ugly
heads.
 

She had spent some time alone with the vampire version of her. No one really
knew what they had spoken about, believing it had concerned the spell. It
hadn't. The vampire Willow had told her stories about her world. About her
life and the control she had....about the fun games they played...about the
pain and pleasure and the times she would give up control. Even now, Willow
could hear her voice so breathlessly describing her Puppy or her lovers. She
had also reminded Willow of the times she had felt an attraction to another
woman. Another impulse that Willow had buried. She was the smart one, the
hacker. She had no business dreaming about wild sex with vampires, or wild
sex at all.
 

She would never let Buffy or Xander know just how perverted her thoughts ran.
She had gotten good at hiding them, having many years experience by now.
Besides, it wasn't like any of them would ever suspect that their sweet
little Willow was a closet whatever she was. She had no actual experience so
she was probably worried for no reason. Sure, she dreamed about pain mixed
with pleasure...about vampires and blood and bites...about other women and
urgent, hurried caressed. For all she knew, that was all they were. Dreams.
She was an inexperienced teen ager. It was perfectly normal to fantasize, or
so the books told her. And, it wasn't always kinky sex. She had dreamed about
simply enjoying a man's touch and waking up in his cool arms.
 

She shook her head, realizing that it should worry her that the stars of most
of her fantasies had been dead for over a hundred years a piece. Luckily, no
one that looked at her could see those wicked thoughts. They would never
guess as they searched through books for research that she was thinking of
fucking Angel while Spike fucked her ass so hard she couldn't sit for days
right there on the library table. They would be shocked to know that she had
fantasized about pushing Faith against the table and fucking that knowing
smirk of her pretty face. They would also never believe that she wished that
Spike had taken her that night at the warehouse. Forced her into something
she knew she would have loved. She wasn't brave like that vampire version of
her. She would never be able to be so open about her sexuality, about her
wants or desires. Yet, if Spike had pushed her instead of simply leaving, she
knew she would never have left that basement. It was like that night Angelus
almost killed her. A secret part of her had wanted nothing more than for him
to throw her to the ground and fuck her hard and fast. The fear of the
situation had turned her on more than she ever would have imagined. Wouldn't
Buffy die if she knew that the night her best friend had almost been killed,
said redhead had brought herself to two orgasms with her fingers by just
imagining what Angelus could have done to her. That had been the start of
Angelus taking over her fantasies. When she had seen Spike, well, he had
joined them. Even Drusilla had taken part in the elaborate scenarios in her
mind. Sometimes being smart had its drawbacks. She was able to imagine every
little detail down to the feel of the silk sheets on her back.
 

The vampire version had told her something else that she had already known.
That she not only loved to be in control, but she sometimes relished being
dominated. Willow had known that just based on her own thoughts, but hearing
it spoken, well, it made it seem more real to her. She wished she could just
erase that entire night that had changed her life. Being confronted by a
walking version of your subconscious was not fun. Actually, it rather sucked.
You could no longer really ignore the things you wanted to after facing them
existing in someone that looks just like you. And what was even worse was
that the vampire version of herself was happy. Far more happy than she had
been for such a long time.
 

Willow sighed, turning on her computer. It would take awhile, but hopefully
soon her friends would forget that vampire version of her and quit looking at
her as if she might lick them. Like she would waste her time with any of them
anyway, she thought crossly. Only one she was even slightly attracted to, ok
maybe more than slightly, was Faith. Angel made her think of Angelus, and she
had to admit that he seemed a bit more dark since his return from hell. But,
Buffy and Xander and Cordelia? She wouldn't lick any of them, much less
anything else. Shuddering at that thought, she decided it was definitely time
to stop the mental argument and forget about that vampire. She would make
sure she wore the baggiest shirts and pants she had to make them forget what
she looked like in that leather, although she had to admit she thought she
looked pretty good in a binding, confining sort of way. She started to check
her email, her previous internal debate forgotten as she read what Oz was
doing in college.
 

She checked mail for about an hour. Finally, she decided to visit some of her
favorite sites. She could see if there was anything new posted at the Occult
Forum. Maybe a new spell that could help them. She had hit the link to the
site and was waiting for it to download when she heard the knock on her
window. Frowning, she got her feet and went to her balcony. She opened the
door, her eyes widening when she saw the brunette slayer. "Faith? What do you
want?"
 

Faith smiled, "Shouldn't ask questions like that, Red. I might just tell you."
 

Willow sighed, rolling her eyes. "Did you just come here to bother me or is
there a reason for this visit?"
 

"Always a reason, Red. Always a reason," Faith said, her eyes sweeping over
Willow's gray t-shirt with the faded picture and the pair of old boxer
shorts. She let her eyes linger on the pert breasts that were concealed by
the cotton material, her memory remembering exactly how they had looked
pushed up in that leather get up. She then moved her eyes down Willow's legs,
wondering how the girl could keep such marvelous legs covered up all the
time. They were well muscled and longer than one might imagine. Faith had a
sudden image of them wrapped around Angelus' back as he thrust into Willow's
tight little cunt.
 

"Could you give me the reason sometime this year?" Willow asked, frowning.
She knew that she tried to compensate for her attraction to Faith by being
curt with the slayer, but sometimes she felt guilty for how rude she would
sound at times.
 

"Bitchy was ambushed," Faith said, "and we need to go save her."
 

"Buffy? Damn, is she ok?" Willow asked, moving into her room. "Come on in.
Give me a minute and I'll change. Was she hurt?"
 

"Oh, she's not hurt," Faith said, smiling as she entered the bedroom. She
went to Willow's computer, hitting keys need to shut the computer down as
Willow went to the bathroom to change. She moved around the room looking
around curiously, having never been to Willow's house before. She looked up
as Willow came back into the room, still wearing the same shirt but now
wearing white socks and a pair of blue jeans.
 

Willow pulled her shoes on and looked at Faith, "Thanks for turning off my
computer."
 

Faith shrugged, "Saved the screen in case you needed it."
 

"Thanks," Willow said, moving to the balcony. She started to climb down, "So,
where is she at?"
 

"I suppose at home," Faith said with a smirk as she landed beside the girl.
 

Willow frowned, "What? You said she was caught."
 

"I lied," Faith said in a friendly tone as she reached for Willow.
 

"What?" Willow squeaked, her eyes fluttering shut as Faith's finger pressed
into a certain spot on the back of her neck. She fell forward into Faith's
waiting arms.
 

Faith smiled, brushing Willow's hair away from her face. "So pretty." She
brushed her lips across Willow's warm cheek before tossing the redhead over
her shoulder. She started through the streets, keeping to the shadows to
avoid Buffy, as she took their new pet to Angelus.
 

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