Summary: William Jamison
Giles is the Slayer and
Buffy is a vampire with a death wish. When they meet the sparks fly and
things get really interesting in Sunnydale. Lots of familiar faces in
this ficcy, just not used in the same way as canon. Betaed by
Spikeslovebite.
"There he is," William hissed. "Tell him I went patrolling. Meet me
upstairs when he's gone." He leaped to his feet and gracefully
traversed through the Bronze's crowd. Sometimes slayer speed sure
does come in handy, he thought as he rushed up the stairs to the
upper level of the nightclub in an attempt to avoid his vampiric
stalker.
Below him, he could see his friends shaking their heads at Angel while
they pointed towards the back door of the club in an indication that
the Slayer had left the building. William smirked to himself as he
watched the ancient vampire sigh heavily and trudge broodily out of the
Bronze.
William looked down at the dance floor while he waited for his friends
to join him. He was instantly mesmerized by a beautiful girl wearing
black leather pants and a red silk halter top. He was sure he had never
seen anyone that beautiful before. He gulped, his body singing with
sudden arousal as he watched the lights bounce off her long, blond hair
and wondered what color her eyes were. When she raised her hands above
her head while she shifted her hips erotically to the music, William
had to reach down to adjust himself. Xander had talked about instant
hard-ons before but this was the first time the Slayer had experienced
one himself and he was grateful for the concealing darkness when his
friends appeared behind him.
"She's really hot, Will," Xander commented while he slung his arm
around his friend's shoulder. "You should go ask her for a dance."
"G-girls like t-that aren't interested in guys like m-me," Will
stammered. He gripped the railing hard enough to dent the metal while
he kept his eyes on the young woman.
"That's bullshit, Will," Cordelia announced. She came to stand next to
Xander and tucked her hand into his elbow. "You have gorgeous blue eyes
if you'd just wear your contacts, and those cheekbones ... I know girls
that would kill for those."
"Anya's always trying to get you to do something with your hair,"
Willow said shyly from the other side of her boyfriend, Oz.
"I think you'd look really awesome if you tried some blond highlights,"
Cordelia declared. In spite of the late hour, she whipped out her phone
and hurriedly made an appointment for the next afternoon with her
hairdresser. "We won't let you say no, Will. I've been dying to do
something with your looks ever since you moved to Sunnydale."
"You manly men aren't going to help me?" Will demanded. He glanced back
and forth at Xander and Oz, who both shook their heads at him. Might of
known neither of them would cross Queen C when she had her mind made
up. He sighed heavily. "You know my Dad will have a bloody cow when he
sees me."
"Nah, it'll just give the tarty stepmom a reason to go and give Giles
plenty of orgasms," Xander chuckled. "Let's blow this place. I'm
hungry."
"Bloody hell, Harris, that's my dad you're talkin' about there." Will
shuddered at the images that his friend had evoked.
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THE NEXT EVENING
Buffy danced around the nightclub very casually. This was the second
night she had searched for the Slayer. Her sources told her that he was
young, wore glasses, and was shy until he was riled when he turned in
to a human death machine. She had seen the young man the night before,
but he had left the club before she could stage an interaction with him.
She extended her senses out through the crowd until she felt the one
that she was searching for. Her green eyes lifted slowly to the upper
level where she was captivated by the bluest eyes she had ever seen. A
touch of lust shot through her body that she admonished herself for.
She wasn't here to lust after the Slayer, no matter how handsome his
overnight transformation had made him.
Turning her attention back to the young human she was dancing with, she
kept an eye on the Slayer standing above her. She was confused by the
feelings of jealousy pouring off the young man, but she continued to
dance while she watched the Slayer slowly descend the stairs and move
through the crowd towards her. She knew the instant he realized she was
a vampire. The telltale stiffening of his posture followed by a blaze
of knowledge through his expressive blue eyes told Buffy the entire
story.
With a seductive smile, she crooked her finger at the boy she was
dancing with and the young fool gladly followed her outside into the
dark alley. He was so drunk that he didn't even put up a fight when she
shifted into her demonic visage and pressed her face to his neck.
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Will followed the pair outside into the alley behind the Bronze. When
he stepped out the door, the female vampire pushed the boy to the
ground.
"Fuck off, boy. You've served your purpose," she growled at him. When
the boy didn't move away from her fast enough, she roared her
displeasure at him. Then, she turned to face the Slayer.
"You've come to my town, it must mean you want to die," Will said
coldly. Between the dance floor and the back door of the club, he had
switched from teenager to slayer. He whipped a stake out of the thigh
pocket of his pants.
"Already dead," the vampiress replied with a careless shrug. She
circled the Slayer slowly, as if looking for a vulnerable spot.
"Deader, then." Will lashed out at the girl, his fist connected with
her cheekbone. He watched as her head snapped back, but she made no
move to retaliate. Hitting her a few more times without her blocking or
countering any of his blows, he growled in frustration. She wasn't even
making an effort and that just pissed him off. "Come on, fight back. I
know vamps like their pain but this is soddin' pathetic."
She launched herself at him, but he easily sidestepped her attack. She
landed face-first against the wall and the slayer was on her in an
instant, his stake pressed against her back above her heart. Will heard
the crunch of bone as the female vampire shifted back into her human
features and was surprised was she made no attempt to free herself.
What the hell? He thought. She should be struggling, fighting
for her unlife, but all she did was rest her forehead wearily against
the bricks and wait for the killing blow. When he hesitated she begged
softly, "please kill me, Slayer. End my torment."
She cried out when Will flipped her around so that her back was against
the wall and his stake was digging into the firm swell of her left
breast.
"Not used to vamps beggin' to die." Confused, Will looked down into the
vampire's sad eyes and found himself wanting to do anything but
kill her.
Even bruised and battered from their fight, she was a gorgeous creature
with her wide green eyes, lush fall of blond hair, and kittenish
features. Her petite body was deliciously curvy in all the important
places, and Will was suddenly aware of how good she felt as he pressed
her into the wall. The instantaneous erection from the night before was
back with a vengeance and he couldn't help but give in tot he urge to
rub against her.
His thoughts turned carnal, almost feral, at the sight of her
blood dripping from under the point of his stake. It clattered on the
ground as he gripped her slender wrists and held them above her head.
He pinned the rest of her body with his own while he dropped his face
to the bleeding wound.
Will grinned against her cool flesh when she whimpered under the
onslaught of his mouth. He licked a path up her chest, along her neck
to her ear, which he nibbled on before trailing along her jaw line to
capture her lips with his own. Will pressed his body closer to hers
when she sighed and parted her lips and when the tip of her cool tongue
traced his full lower lip, it was his turn to whimper.
Clasping both of her wrists in one hand, he palmed one full breast with
the other. He was pleased to feel her nipple harden under his hand.
Twisting the peak between three long fingers, he was rewarded with
strangled moan as she threw her head back against the wall.
"Slayer," she whispered. "Please."
Her cry was like a dash of cold water and Will blinked wildly when he
realized what he was doing. He leaped away from the female vampire,
shaking his head vigorously. She stared back at him with lust-glazed
eyes and she panted for unneeded breath. He ran a shaking hand through
his hair and stared back at her, his eyes wide with horror at his
unnatural behavior.
Whirling away from her, Will sprinted out of the alley as fast as his
Slayer speed would let him. Her last words rang in his ears, but he was
unsure of exactly what she had been pleading for.
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Buffy stood against the wall while she continued to pant in confusion.
The Slayer had been so close to killing her and yet he hadn't. She
closed her eyes while she shuddered from the memories of his hot human
body pressed against hers, his hard cock probing into her soft stomach
while his mouth took in her blood.
She opened her eyes and sighed. When she stepped away from the wall,
her foot kicked something. She looked down to see the Slayer's stake
lying on the ground, her blood still clinging to the pointed end. Buffy
leaned over and picked it up, tucking it into her waistband before she
left the alley, following the Slayer's scent.