Vampires aren’t supposed to feel love. Well, except for Angel, the pussy. Spike and Dru were rare. The love and devotion (well, devotion on Spike’s part) that they experienced are not common among vampires. Yet, she and I loved each other passionately, fiercely, and we had been inseparable since our deaths. The only thing I could figure is that our love transcended all time, so it should transcend even death. Vampires are notoriously passionate, but they are rarely capable of true love. She and I were deeply in love, and felt the need for affection, which surprised even us. We were grateful nonetheless that we were allowed to make up for the time we lost when we were alive. We’d spent the last two years together, sharing everything. Our kills, our grudges, our passion, our love. I’d never regretted it. One of the most especially satisfying moments of our new existence was when I drained *his* blood, knowing she was watching and enjoying it as much as I was.

I smiled evilly as I recalled Oz flailing around, pleading with Willow not to let me kill him, praying that some semblance of her feelings for him remained. She delighted in belittling the importance of those puny emotions; reveled in killing his heart before I murdered his body. My groin tightened as I remembered with sadistic pleasure how she took the initiative in seducing me before her former boyfriend’s dying eyes. We both got off on the suffering in his eyes, knowing it had nothing to do with his imminent death.

I was brought back to the present when I felt her feminine body sink down next to mine, teasingly pressing up against me. “Xander, you’re thinking about it again,” Willow breathed coyly, running her fingertips over my chest. I grabbed her hand and yanked her against my body, crushing her lips beneath mine. It was a brutal, vicious kiss that thrilled her just as much as the tender, passionate ones or the skillfully seductive ones did. “Oh, yes,” she moaned in a passion-laced voice. She moved quickly to straddle my hips, tangling her hands in my hair and angling her head down to mine, sucking my tongue into her mouth. I thoroughly enjoyed it when she initiated our sexual interludes, so I sat back and let her continue. It didn’t take long before we were both ready to explode, and we quickly shed our clothes, coming together with a fury.

She snuggled up to me when we were done, trailing her fingers languidly all over my body. “Hungry now,” she purred contentedly. I laughed.

“Will, are you sure you’re really hungry? I think you’re just anxious for your usual post-sex kill,” I teased, a glint in my eye as I imagined the warm metallic liquid gushing down my throat. In sync as always, I watched Willow’s face shift into its true form as I felt my own do the same.

“Come on, lover,” she commanded, lithely sliding off the bed. “Let’s go make the streets run with blood.”