Farewell, Sunnydale

TITLE: Farewell, Sunnydale
AUTHOR: Tienco (tienco@msn.com)
COUPLE: *sigh* Um, W/S, X/A/VampX, and in a later place, there are lots of W/VampX smoochies. . . :)
RATING: R, but there are a couple of NC-17 parts - just be prepared, k?
DISTRIBUTION: My site!! www.oocities.org/tienco_21 and various lists. Ask if you want it, I'll let you have it. Oh, Kylia, and Jai can always have it. . .if I've given you permission for something else, you are welcome to this.
DISCLAIMER: All belongs to Joss Whedon. Gosh, I wish I were Joss. I'd have such a good time with Spike. . .and Angel. . .and Xander. . .and Graham. . . and Lindsey. . .throw Willow and Faith in there and it's a party!!
FEEDBACK: Of *course*. Makes me write more.
SPOILERS: Let's just say as a whole, anything in the last four seasons. The Wish is a major spoiler. . . Oh, and Angel Season 1 is up for grabs. . .
SUMMARY: A new visitor to Sunnydale causes the dynamics in the Scooby Gang to completely change.
NOTES: I had fun doing this story. I hope you guys like it. :)
NOTES 2: If I get enough feedback, I may just post another part tonight. :)
NOTES 3: Ok, so I know they got staked, VampWill and VampXand. But they didn't for my story. This takes place current time, during the summer between fourth and fifth seasons. . .
DEDICATION: To Jade, for wanting a story about VampXander. Hope you like this, luv! To Jennifer, Kylia, Inell, and Jazz for reading this every step of the way and encouraging me to keep writing. And Tis, too, cause I think I let her read the beginning of it. . . (I'm working on the sequel now, guys!)

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The vampire formally known as the human Alexander LaVelle Harris landed on his ass in the middle of the cemetery. He stood up, scowling at the dark night sky. "You son of a *bitch*!" he roared, throwing his fist in the air angrily. "I swear, when I get back home, I'm going to kick your ass so hard, Willow isn't going to want to ever look your way again!" He spun around with a dangerous growl and started stalking through Sunnydale.

Only it wasn't his Sunnydale. With dawning horror, he realized that he didn't really have any place to go. He was better than sleeping in a mausoleum, as he was one of the Master's favorites. He wasn't accustomed to filth, and wasn't about to learn. He paused, glancing at his watch. < Three hours till dawn, > he thought. < Where to go? >

A slow smile spread on his face as he thought about his situation. "Maybe being in the White Hat's Universe isn't all that bad. Wills said that the human version of herself was delicious. . ." He took off in the direction of the house his best friend and lover lived in all her life until the moment of her death.

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Willow tossed and turned. She didn't know what made her leave Tara's apartment and seek refuge in her empty home that night. She had barely bothered to come to the house, opting to stay with Tara every night. However, for some reason that night, she told Tara she wanted to go home. The blonde witch reluctantly let her go, knowing that she wouldn't sleep well without her bedmate. But if space was what Willow needed, Tara was more than willing to give it to her.

It wasn't necessarily space Willow Rosenberg wanted. She was happy with Tara, something she hadn't truly felt in a while. She just knew that for some reason, that night, she needed to sleep in her own bed.

A light tapping on her French Doors woke her up. She turned over sleepily and looked out the window. The moonlight shined behind the figure, causing shadows to cover the face of the person at the door.

She went to the door, rubbing her eyes sleepily. She squinted out of the window. "Xander?" she asked softly, putting her hand on the glass. She yawned.

"Willow, let me in, please. . ."

Willow opened the door with a frown. "Xander? Are you and your father fighting again?" she asked, concerned for her best friend. She was mildly shocked. Xander hadn't come to her in the middle of the night for almost two years, since the fluke in high school.

Xander grinded his teeth at the thought of the bastard that had been his father. "Wills," he said softly, "can I come in?"

Willow frowned. "Xander, you know you are always welcome in," she said, stepping aside.

Xander stepped inside with a grin. He closed the door behind him and turned, leaning against the glass. He licked his lips, seeing the moonlight fall on her sleepy face. "Willow, you are beautiful."

Willow opened her eyes, looking up at him. "Xander? Are you ok?"

He grabbed her arms, pulling her to him. He brushed his lips against hers.

She froze, then stepped back, pushing out of his grasp. "Xander, stop it. This isn't right. You have Anya. I have Tara. You and I aren't anything. We never will be."

Xander frowned, not believing the words she was saying. "Willow, how can we not be together? We are soul mates. We belong together. I can't. . .couldn't spend my life with anyone else."

She crossed her arms, frowning. "You are sick, aren't you? I mean, seriously. This is probably more than you've said to me all year, and you are telling me we belong together? You have lost it." She turned around, walking back towards her bed. "You can sleep off whatever illness you have in the spare bedroom."

He growled softly at her dismissal. "You used to let me sleep with you."

"Yea, when we were twelve, Xander. That was before vampires and Buffy, Oz and Cordelia, Clothes Flukes, Tara and Anya. We aren't the same people we were then. We don't even. . ." she paused, her back still to him. She hiccupped as tears started streaming down her face. "We don't even talk anymore, Xander. You'd rather fuck Anya. I'd rather be with Tara."

"No, Willow!" he roared. "You love me, damn it! It's always been me!"

She spun around, mouth pressed together in anger. She opened it to say something when her eyes widened in shock. "Oh, my goddess," she whispered. "You are a vampire." She stepped back, her legs hitting the bed. She fell back. She scrambled across the bed, trying to get away from him. "Oh, goddess. . ." She started sobbing.

Xander allowed his demon to retreat. He went to the bed, sitting down. "Willow, it's ok, honey. I'm not going to hurt you. Do you trust me?"

"You have no soul. You are completely evil. How can I trust you? Who did this? Who made you a vampire?"

Xander shrugged. "Darla is my Sire, but the Master taught me everything I know."

Her eyes widened, as realization set in. "You are from *her* universe!"

His mouth curled into a half grin. "That I am, lover. I didn't want to be sent here, but that dumbass Spike did it."

Willow blinked. "Spike?" she asked. "What did Spike do?"

"He swept into Sunnydale, tried to take you from me. I wouldn't let him. How dare he! Thinks he can waltz into *my* town and take *my* life from me. I humiliated him in front of the Master, so he figured he'd get me out of the picture. Sent me here, making it look like a fluke. He couldn't dust me, Willow would hate him. But if I accidentally got sent somewhere else, well that's no fault of his own, right?"

"Oh goddess," Willow said, looking down. "So. . .my Xander is still alive?"

Xander shrugged. "How should I know? I don't keep tabs on my alternate universe selves."

Willow reached over, picking up the phone. She dialed a familiar number and waited for it to be answered.

"Xander's Den of Love, where Twinkies and Women are plentiful, can I help you?" Xander answered sleepily.

"Oh, thank the goddess," Willow breathed. "You are ok."

In his basement, Xander sat up. He could hear the quivering of Willow's voice, and he knew something was wrong. "I'm fine, Wills. I'm sleeping, but I'm fine. What's wrong?"

Willow looked at the vampire watching her with a look of desire in her eyes. "No. . .nothing," she whispered, not knowing what the vampire would do to her if she warned anyone.

"Willow," Xander said dangerously. "Something is wrong. What is it?"

The vampire leaned forward, brushing his lips against her neck. She squeaked. "Come on, lover. You know you are *dying* to tell him about me. Tell Alexander what he missed out on, what I have now."

"Willow," Xander said cautiously. "Who is that? Why. . .why does he sound like me?"

The demon version of her best friend stuck his tongue out, sliding it slowly along her skin. She moaned slightly, enjoying his touch. "Oh, goddess," she whispered.

Chocolate eyes with a tint of yellow met green. "Let me show you the world, little girl. Let me show you exactly what you've missed all these years."

"Willow!" Xander cried. "Who is that?" A cold shiver ran down his back as he heard the voice, knowing it sounded exactly like him. "Willow, that's. . .that's not me, is it?"

Willow gripped the phone tightly as Xander pulled her into his lap. He gently gripped her hair, pulling her head back. He ran his tongue slowly up the length of her neck, licking along the side to her free ear. He captured the earlobe in his mouth, nibbling softly. "I'm going to make love to you, Willow. The way it should be. The way it should have always been. And then I'm going to sire you, and you will be with me forever."

"Xan. . .der. . ." she purred, eyes closed, hormones racing out of control. She was sitting in his lap, gripping the phone to her ear. Her other arm was around his neck, clutching his hair tightly. She could barely think through the haze of lust she was feeling.

"Willow!" her human best friend cried through the phone. "Don't do anything! I'm coming to save you!"

Willow dropped the phone on the bed when she heard the click. She slipped her other hand under his shirt, running her nails along his spine.

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