Hello, again, everyone. This is the first part of an experimental series. I've wanted to do a multiple crossover slash series for quite a while now. Sort of a slash "Sliders" or "Quantum Leap", except from the point of view of a psychotic, vampire lesbian (I've always liked shows where the bad guys are the main characters). But I didn't have any drive or motivation for a while there. Anyway, I now seem to be writing like mad these days. So, here ya go. Enjoy.

Series: Willow Nights (multiple crossover series, Buffy/)

Title: "Slab" (series premiere)

Author: Hansome Alvin

Rating: NC-17 for explicit sex and violence

Crossover with: "Homicide: Life on the Street"

Pairing: Vamp Willow/Cox

Timeline: Buffy-takes place after the episode "Doppelgangland" Homicide-takes place after the episode "Closet Cases".

Disclaimers: If you are underage, are offended by sex between women, or if this illegal where you live, do not read this. Characters from "Buffy, the Vampire Slayer" are owned by Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy Productions, Twentieth Century Fox Television, etc. Characters from "Homicide: Life on the Street" are owned by the Levinson/Fontana Company. I imply no ownership of the characters, nor do I gain profit from the use of them.

Willow Nights

"Slab"

by Hansome Alvin

Her head was aching-that jarring, not-quite-real feeling that accompanies dimensional travel. Willow Rosenberg, a vampire, had just returned from a world she had absolutely no control of. It was a goodie-little-two-shoes world. A mirror image of her own world, where her double was a weak, shy human that wouldn’t even have sex with her. No fun, indeed. After causing a little havoc with the locals of that world they finally aided in her return to the "real world". Well, her world, at least. She was back in the factory now, and all hell was breaking loose. A number of "white hats" had somehow crashed the Master's little party, and the old anger and exhilaration of the kill resurfaced in Willow's head. She smiled, not noticing that one of the white hats, Oz his name was, meant to push her into a shard of wood that was protruding from the make-shift cell her fellow vampires had constructed.

Her smile disappeared as a strange feeling began to swell up inside her. She couldn't quite pin the feeling down. It was almost like an orgasm, but not. That was when the white hat grabbed her and started to push towards the shard of wood.

The feeling became more intense and Willow meant to scream, but she didn't have any time. She had disappeared...again. Right out of the white hats hands.

Falling. She was falling, it seemed like. The wind whipped her hair in all directions and the sensation of gravity was unmistakable. Yet, everything was black. Where was she? She raised her hand in front of her face and saw nothing. Wherever she was, it was completely black. There was no light of any kind.

Just as she began to get comfortable, she hit the ground. And, although she must have been falling for almost twenty seconds, there was no pain.

The young attendant heard a sound like something hitting the ground from a great height. He looked up from his book and stared at the wall of drawers that held Baltimore's dead with a quizzical look on his face.

The Baltimore City Morgue was empty save for this young diener. The reason it was empty was simple, it was almost 10:00 p.m. The M.E., Cox, wouldn't be in for another few minutes. She had the night shift this evening.

The attendant, Ed his name was, got up from the desk that was sitting against the wall facing the drawers and approached the sound.

He heard what sounded like shuffling and the distinct sound of someone banging against metal. In was panic of horror and unreality, he located the drawer where the sound seemed to be coming from, thinking that someone must made a mistake somewhere. One of the stiffs was alive.

Alive on the slab.

Ed yanked the drawer open and pulled it out. The girl was laid out on the slab like any other corpse. But she was like no other corpse. She was definitely alive. Ed saw her eyes, open and staring. Her pupils became the size of pin heads when they found the light.

Ed returned his attention to the girls' face and saw she was a monster. Her visage was that of Ed's child imaginings of demons. Her brow above the nose was wrinkled unnaturally. Her skin was so pale that Ed could see blue veins through it.

She was smiling. The smile revealed a set of long, sharp fangs. The girl sat straight up on the slab and Ed began to scream.

He didn't get much out.

His throat was torn from his neck, long strands of dark reddish-brown blood streaming down his body. Willow didn't let this blood go to waste. She lapped it up like a dog from Ed's body and, that finished, drank long and deep from the wound in the young attendant's neck.

When she was done, she let the body fall to the floor.

She felt the way she always did when she killed and drank. It was as if she were empty inside. A hole where her emotions and thoughts and desires were. The kill filled that hole. The hunt fueled it with life. It was the only thing that kept the pain at bay. The pain of being a creature of the night. She was sated.

She spent some time cleaning the blood off her face. There wasn't much of it, she had drank most of it.

She heard footsteps in the hallway and quickly got off the slab and closed the drawer. She looked around, formulating a plan. She looked at the young attendant's identification badge and sat in the corner of the morgue and produced some tears, getting herself all worked up.

Chief Medical Examiner Julianna Cox had heard what she thought was a scream when she entered the County Morgue, but she didn't want to jump to any conclusions. She walked swiftly to the morgue, anyway, though.

She was shocked to see one of the dieners lying dead on the floor and a young, pale red-headed woman, dressed in leather, sitting in the corner crying. She immediately knelt down to Ed and checked his pulse. She was sure that he was dead, (his throat was ripped out, for Christ’s sake) but she had to check.

When she established that he was dead, she directed her attention to the young woman.

"Hey, calm down. Just calm down. What happened?" she asked, taking the woman by the chin and looking into her tear-soaked eyes. "Can you tell me that? Huh?"

The young woman began to calm down and nodded.

"Good. Good. Now, who are you?" Cox asked.

"Lucy. I'm Ed's boyfriend. I just wanted to surprise him tonight. That's why I'm dressed like this," the woman gestured to herself. "God, I'm stupid. I never should have come." The woman started to cry again.

Cox took the girl in her arms, not caring that she was getting her clothes stained with blood. "Shh. Shh. No. No, you're not stupid. It's okay. What happened? What happened?" she asked.

"I came in. Ed and I started to fool around and then this crazy man came barging in. He killed Ed, tore his throat out. Drank from his neck. He was crazy!"

"What happened then?"

"He...he looked at me. He stared at me and said that he'd let me live. He said that he wanted someone to witness what he had done. Oh...oh God. Why?! Why Ed?!"

Cox comforted "Lucy" for a little while longer then stood her up carefully. She ushered her out of the morgue and into a little office that she kept at the back.

"I need to contact Homicide," Cox said when both woman were inside the office.

Willow was sitting down at a chair in the office, now she stood up. She decided she was not going to kill this strong, alluring creature. She wanted to play with her.

"No, not yet. Please. Please just stay with me. I need you," she pleaded.

Cox looked around before meeting Willow's gaze again.

"All right. All right, but not for too long. I can't let the crime scene get cold," she finally said.

"What's your name?" Willow asked.

"Cox."

"Just Cox?"

"Julianna."

"Julianna. Mmm. That's nice."

Julianna looked at the young woman, not knowing what to think. Sometimes victims or witness acted strange. You never could predict how they reacted at times.

"I suppose. What's your last name, Lucy?" she said.

"Uh...ah...Rosenberg." Willow decided to use her real last name because what the hell, right? What disturbed her was that she actually had to grasp for her last name in her memory banks. She hadn't heard or used it in so long.

"Jewish?"

"Yes."

"One of our local detectives is Jewish." Julianna said.

"Mmm."

Julianna internally scolded herself. What kind of addition to the conversation was that? "One of our local detectives is Jewish." Was it this kind of dumb observation that led to her break-up with Bayliss?

Willow looked at Julianna as this went on inside the M.E.'s head.

"You okay?" she asked.

"What?" Julianna pulled out of her thoughts. "Oh, yes, I'm fine."

"Man trouble?"

Julianna didn't know what to make of this young woman. What was she up to?

"Well, isn't it always?" she asked.

"Tell me about it." Willow smiled to herself.

"Sometimes I think I should just give up on them all together. Last one I dated? I think I turned him into a homosexual."

Willow laughed. Julianna was kind of proud of herself. She was making the girl feel better.

Willow walked closer to Julianna. She stared up into the eyes of the much taller woman. She hugged her. The M.E., wanting the girl to feel comfortable, hugged her back.

"I need you," Willow said into Julianna's chest. The medical examiner's breasts were right below her chin.

Julianna was confused. A million thoughts ran through her head. Was this ethical? Was this sane? Did Bayliss think he could treat her this way? So, Bayliss, you're gay now? Well, have I got a surprise for you, I fucked a hot young girl myself the other day. What do you think about that?

Julianna decided to go for it and ran her hands down Willow's back and cupped her ass.

"Uhhh. Ohhh," Willow said into Julianna's chest. Sometimes violent death would fill the emptiness. Sometimes torture. Sometimes sex. Sex was what she needed now.

"Julianna, I need your warmth. Fill me up," she said.

She does need warmth, Julianna thought. She was freezing. Almost like a corpse. She held Willow closer to her body, letting the young woman take in her warmth. She began to undo her blouse.

Willow helped her, gently pulling the blouse off. She undid the older woman's bra and took one of her breasts into her mouth and suckled like a baby.

She pulled down Julianna's pants and panties and stopped suckling.

"Get on the desk on your hands and knees." Julianna was not used to this. She had never had sex with a woman before, but there was something hypnotic about this girl. Something indefinable. She did what she was told.

Willow leaned down and took Julianna's mound into her mouth from behind, sucking on the older woman's clitoris like candy.

Julianna bucked her hips, the first real waves of pleasure rippling through her body. Willow kept going, eating up the M.E.'s warmth. Juices covered her face and Julianna's ass cheeks.

Willow stuck a finger up Julianna's ass and soon enough, the older woman was climaxing. She moaned and moaned, all the time thinking, "Thank God there aren't anymore attendants on call tonight. Thank God."

They kissed, this time Julianna undoing Willow's outfit, untying it and releasing the girl's small breasts and young, extremely pale body. As Julianna was undressing the young woman, Willow would stick one or two of her fingers into Julianna's mouth, letting the Medical Examiner taste her own juices. Julianna noticed the shiny black nail polish that Willow wore.

They were both nude, sprawled on a chair, Julianna masturbating the vampire into a frenzy of pleasure.

Willow came, like all vampires, in long streams of fluid flowing from between her legs. Julianna licked up as much as she could from Willow's legs and the small amount that had collected on the chair.

The two lovers caressed and kissed, savoring the time they had together.

"You helped me," Willow whispered into Julianna's ear.

Julianna just smiled.

Bayliss didn't get it. It was a while later and Bayliss was in the morgue with a whole crew of M.E.s. The situation just didn't make sense to him. And there was something between his ex-girlfriend, Julianna, and the girl, Lucy. He didn't know what it was, but sometimes they looked at each other for a little longer than required.

Willow answered all the questions that Bayliss asked. She had been answering questions for hours. Now she was getting nervous, because she could feel the dawn approaching, like some cataclysm. She wanted to find a place to rest. She couldn't kill all of them, there were too many now. What to do? She began to panic.

"I have to go," she said to Bayliss.

"What?" asked Bayliss.

"I have to leave. I can't stay here."

"You're the only witness to a horrible murder. You can't just leave. I have to take your statement downtown."

Willow looked around, trying to find a way out of this situation.

"I'm gonna take you there right now, as a matter of fact. Let's go." He got up and took the young woman by the arm.

"But I can't. I just can't. It's too bright out there," Willow pleaded.

Bayliss didn't answer as he pulled Willow out the door.

Willow took one more look at Julianna and made contact with her eyes. The two woman smiled as Bayliss exited with the young vampire.

Willow was in the back of the police car. She was jumpy, always looking out the window expecting the sun to burst out over the horizon at any time. She banged on the metal grate that separated the driver from the back seat.

"Hey! Hey, I don't like the sun, okay. Get me someplace dark! Do it!" she screamed.

Bayliss looked over his shoulder.

"Calm down, you're all right," he said.

He went back to driving. Willow, furious, started to rip the metal grating, bending it at impossible angles. Bayliss heard the noise and looked at her again, fear on his face.

Willow smiled back at him, the monster inside revealed, all teeth and pale flesh.

Bayliss lost control of the car, swerved and hit a pole on the side of the road. He wasn't injured, just rattled. Willow reached at him through the hole in the grate, trying to grab his neck. Bayliss, instincts taking over, slapped his cuffs on her wrist. He snapped the other end of them on the door handle. Willow was half in the front seat and half in the back seat. Bayliss struggled out of the car, pulling his sidearm. He pointed the weapon at the thing in the car.

The thing glared at him, pure hate on it’s face. Then, something else.

Fear.

Willow was looking over Bayliss's shoulder. The sun was coming up.

"No!" she screamed.

Bayliss looked over his shoulder and saw dawn rising. The first rays were coming over the horizon.

Willow thought that she was dead for sure. Then, that feeling again. That feeling that was like an orgasm, but not. She started to scream and then was gone.

Bayliss looked back at the thing and saw that it wasn't there. Only his cuffs dangled, swinging from the warped metal grate.

What the hell was he going to tell G?

Falling. She was falling.

Willow marveled about what just happened. She was traveling again. She was traveling to another world. Another new place, where death and love and pleasure waited to be harvested. She would welcome it. She would welcome the hand that fate had delt her. She would stay one night in each place. No more. And the people who lived in these places? Well, they better watch out. Willow smiled to herself.

The night was hers.

The End

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