END OF INNOCENCE (20/21)
 

Xander ran his fingers along the hem of his shirt, a nervous reaction that he
had never been able to break. He stared at Willow, drinking in the sight of
her. She was so beautiful, even more so after she had been turned. He
couldn't explain that, how death could make someone seem so full of life. Her
eyes sparkled now, her hair even appeared shinier. She was happy. He had
spent the day in his room, listening to loud music as he had dealt with what
he had become. He was a monster. He had not only beaten Riley, enjoyed
bringing blood to the guy's back, but he had raped him. He, Xander Harris,
had raped another man. Not only was that hard to deal with, but what was
worse was that he had loved it. Loved the power, loved the screams of pain,
loved forcing the larger man onto his cock. Even now, remembering that, his
cock twitched.
 

Willow had killed. Willow had even tortured Riley, probably far worse than he
had except for the rape. That, Xander knew, had been the worst. That had
broken the handsome soldier more than any whip or knife ever could. And he
was the one responsible. Willow had an excuse though. She was a vampire. She
was no longer a human. She lived with a demon inside her now. He didn't.
Well, not a living demon. Just his own wicked thoughts that he had always
ignored. Today, though, he had given himself over to them. He had acted
merely on instinct and he had loved it. For the first time, he had felt truly
alive. That scared him to death all the while it was strangely soothing.
Willow had forced him to become who he really was. For that, he loved her.
Now, sitting here, watching her, he knew it was time. He felt a tremor of
anticipation as she stalked him, not speaking. No words were necessary.
 

Willow smiled at him, so proud of her best friend. He had been able to get in
touch with the evil before his turning. She knew that would help make things
easier for him. She also knew he wasn't truly evil. Not like he seemed to
believe. Sure, there was darkness, just as there had been in her own life.
And he enjoyed giving and receiving pain. But, that didn't make him evil. He
wouldn't be evil until she shared her demon with him, gave him something that
took away the doubts and insecurities and made him confident. Then, she
smiled slowly, he'd be evil as hell. She brought her hand up to his cheek,
simply resting it there as they stared into each others eyes, not speaking.
Loyalty and love were the only two emotions she saw in their brown depths, no
fear or worry. He trusted her completely. For that, she would be gentle with
him. She would turn him as Spike had turned her. There was no need to prove
dominance for Xander knew he would be her childe. He would be expected to
obey her and her master. She would not turn him if she believed there would
ever be any problems with his obeying her or Spike. She had meant what she
told Spike. She loved him completely. For him, she would have even given up
Xander. She was just glad that she hadn't had to. Xander was hers, just as
she was Spike's.
 

She leaned over, kissing the soft flesh on his pulse point. She waited,
smiling when she felt him relax against her. Her pretty baby, not scared at
all...welcoming what she was going to give him. She moved her mouth to his
ear, kissing the lobe as her hand drifted down his chest. She could feel his
erection pushing against her stomach, his desire obvious even now. She moved
her hand into his jeans, listening to him whimper as her cold palm enclosed
his hardness. Smiling, she said, "Shhh...."
 

With those words, she let her demon free, biting into his neck. She heard him
cry out in pain, his body pushing against hers at the intrusion of her fangs.
She ran her hand over his length, his jeans now around knees. She stroked him
as she drank, his hand on her waist as he felt himself growing weak.
This wasn't what he had expected, he realized. He had thought it would be a
rough bite and then blood exchanged, over in mere minutes. She was being so
careful, her hand caressing his erection in time with the gentle sucking at
his neck. He could feel the ridges of her forehead against his cheek, he
realized, her tongue lapping at his skin as she sucked. He felt his head
falling forward, resting on her shoulder as she continued to tease his cock
as she slowly drained the life from him. He loved her so much. Even now, when
he knew she was eager to make him her childe, she was taking her time to make
it pleasurable for him.
 

Willow felt her hand covered with his seed after several minutes of her
stroking. She heard his soft grunt of release, felt his forehead resting on
her shoulder. She brought her hand up, feeling his juices coating it.
Smiling, she removed her fangs and bit down on her wrist, tasting her own
blood mixed with his seed. She lifted his head, looking into his half closed
eyes and smiling softly. She brought her wrist to his mouth, whispering,
"Drink, baby boy. Let Mommy make it all better...."
 

Xander was distantly aware of her voice but he was so tired. He felt so weak,
his body barely holding him up. If not for Willow, he knew he'd be laying on
the floor. His heartbeat was so slow. He knew he was dying. He felt something
on his lips, a strange smell reaching his nose. It smelled like sex and
something else. A coppery taste entered his mouth as he opened it, his tongue
licking hesitantly at the substance. He closed his eyes as he began to suck,
Willow's soft words reaching his mind as she urged him to drink from her. He
drank for seconds, minutes, hours. Time had stopped for him. Nothing existed
except him and Willow. After awhile, he felt a cool hand on his face. Willow
was looking at him, a smile on her pretty face.
 

"That's enough," she said tenderly. "You need to sleep now. You're body is
dying. You need to let the demon take over. Sleep, baby."
 

Xander allowed her to move him to the bed, laying down as he closed his eyes,
drawing a ragged breath before falling into a shadowy place. Willow watched
from beside the bed as her best friend stopped breathing, his face taking on
a peaceful expression as he died. She sat down, bringing her knees up under
her chin as she waited for her first childe to open his eyes. She had
promised Spike that they would be able to leave tomorrow night. She knew he
was getting testy, hating Sunnydale for various reasons of his own. She hated
to leave, especially not being able to see the end results of her plan, but
she knew it was time. Too many memories here. Memories of times when they
were young and innocent and had no idea what lurked in the shadows. Memories
of being weak and pathetic and powerless. Yes, a fresh start would do them
all good. She smiled as she watched him move as the demon took over. He'd be
awake soon. Then, she'd take him home, back to her Spike.

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