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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.
 

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