TITLE: Enter Sandman (Red's Fire part 13) (1/1) AUTHOR: Tienco EMAIL: tienco@msn.com RATING: R DISTRIBUTION: My site, Jinni's site, Garden of the Jai. All others please ask. DISCLAIMER: Don't own anything about BTVS or AtS - that's all Joss and Co. And the song "Enter Sandman", that belongs to Metallica. NOTES: Thanks to all who continue to send feedback on the fics - especially wonderful people like Inell! *Huggles, Pet. . . :)* NOTES 2: Bleh. I ran out of Matchbox 20 songs. Sue me. :p SUMMARY: Willow wakes up. . . DEDICATION: To my partner in crime - JENDRU! *Psst. . .Jinni. . .WANKER!!* FEEDBACK: Is like chocolate to me - rich and luscious and tantalizing...get the point yet? I like it. So send some? ** ** ** *Thump*. *Thump*. I groaned. The sound of a heartbeat echoed in my head, called to me, made me ache. What the hell was wrong with me? Why could I hear a heartbeat? I knew it wasn't my own. My hand went to my chest, trying to see just how fast my heart was racing. Hmm. That was odd. There was no heartbeat. I was thinking that there should have been a heartbeat. . . I remember sex with Spike. . .Buffy showed up. . .tried to stake him, I jumped in front of the stake. . .the bitch plunged it in my chest! Buffy tried to kill me! I shot up, gasping for air that instinctively I knew I didn't need. Tears filled my eyes. I was dead! Buffy, the bitchy Slayer, had killed me! In my anger, I felt my face shift. I raised my hand to my mouth, feeling the pointed teeth protruding from underneath my lips. A slow grin spread over my features. I was a vampire. Oh, goddess, I was a vampire. I licked my lips. Say your prayers little one, don't forget to include everyone. I was going to kill her. It was going to be beautiful. Her perfect little body and her bottled blonde hair were going to be stained with blood. Blood. Oh, goddess, I needed blood. The hunger was more than I think I could bear. I needed. . .I needed. . . *Thump*. *Thump*. The heartbeat was getting closer. It was human. My lips curled into a grin. It was my first meal. I launched off of the bed, flying into the human figure, knocking him down. I bared my fangs, the bloodlust too much. I was going for the delicious neck. . .I could smell the blood through his skin, he was terrified. The fear, it was so sweet, so ready to be devoured. . . "Willow!" I blinked, stopping completely. It was Xander. Xander had called out to me. I opened my eyes, looking down at the human I was going to eat. "Oh, goddess!" I cried, jumping away from the warmth. "Xander! I was going to eat you!" He blinked, slightly shocked. "You. . .aren't?" "No! That would be wrong, on so many levels!" I ran my fingers through my hair. I was hungry, so hungry it hurt, but I refused to hurt Xander. I don 't know *why* I didn't want to hurt Xander - the rest of the humans I knew. . .I could care less if they were dead or alive. But Xander. . . "Pet," a soothing voice said in my ear. I turned, my demon instinctively relaxing somewhat being next to my Sire. "Spike, I need to eat," I whispered. Spike glanced up at Xander, and he stood, brushing his pants off. "Come on, Wills, let's take you hunting." I frowned. "You are going to go hunting with me? You are a Slayerette. You don't *hunt*." Xander reached out cautiously, running his hand along my cheek. "The second the bitch staked my best friend, I decided that I didn't need to be in her little gang. She could have stopped the descent. I know she could have." "Stopped it? Xander, when she yelled at me to get out of the way, she wasn' t even moving. She did it on purpose. She did it for Mr. Gordo." Xander narrowed his eyes angrily. "That. . .bitch. Something's wrong, shut the light. . ." He led us out of the room, Spike reaching out to turn the light off. "Heavy thoughts tonight - and they aren't of snow white. Little Miss Slayer better hope she stays out of my way." My lips curled into an evil grin and I cuddled closer to Spike. "Isn't he delicious, Spikey? Can we keep him?" Spike smiled down at me, his blue eyes dancing with joy. "I think we can, pet." He brushed his fingers along my ridges, causing me to shudder at the touch. I purred, pressing against him. "Spikey, you are going to make me push you down and take you right here." "You have to feed, Pet," he said, his voice dropping a notch. I could smell his arousal. . .it was incredible. Everything was so enhanced - colors more vibrant, smells much more defined - that bead of sweat that ran down the back of Xander's neck, I could smell it. It gave off a smell of slight fear, desire, and adrenaline. Three of the sweetest smells I thought I'd ever smelled. I licked my lips and grabbed Xander's arms. He froze in my grasp. I closed my eyes and forced my demon down, feeling my familiar human face smooth out over the ridges of my demon. I pulled Xander back against me, his back against my chest. I inhaled, resisting the demon yelling at me to sink my fangs into his neck, claim him as my own. I leaned up and slowly ran my tongue along the back of his neck, capturing that bead of sweat that teased and taunted me. My eyes shut and I leaned my forehead against the base of his skull. "My goddess, Xander," I purred. "You taste so fucking good. . ." I blinked, then let go of my human best friend and spun around, slamming Spike into the wall with a force I'm sure he was shocked I possessed. His game face fell into place and he growled angrily, letting me know that I had done something wrong. I leaned forward and kissed him brutally, purposely cutting my lips on his fangs. He moaned as my blood rushed into his mouth. "Red," he groaned, his hands traveling over my body, teasing the flesh, making me want to throw him down and impale myself on the rock hard cock that was poking into my hip. "Wow," Xander said softly. "I knew you two liked each other, but I didn't realize that you were this. . .passionate." Spike ripped his lips away from mine. "Something about Red's Fire," he purred. "Can't help it. She gets me bloody randy like I've never been before." I ran my tongue along my bloodied lips, moaning with desire. "Food," I whispered. "Need food." ~*~*~ It was incredible. The feeling of blood, pouring from the rip in my victim' s neck, into my mouth, over my teeth and down my throat. . .it was thick and rich - full of life. I dropped the lifeless body at my feet and looked around, my new and improved senses on overload. Xander had brought us to the warehouse district where old drunks and plenty of criminals lived. "Well," he told us as he led us there, "I know she has to feed, and I'm not going to stand in her way, but I can't handle the thought of her eating someone innocent." Spike nodded his consent, and I didn't care. I just needed blood. The hairs on the back of my neck stood, and I turned with a growl. A group of vampires stepped out of the shadows. "Hey," the leader of the pack said. "You are in *our* territory, little girl." I stepped back, into the comforting arms of my Sire. I wasn't scared of these six vampires - intrigued, and a little pissed off - but not scared. Between Spike, Xander, and myself, I knew they wouldn't last long. I could tell they were only a couple of years old, and mere minions, as their permanent game face was the first clue, the lack of power radiating off of them as the second. "I'm not a little girl," I said, pushing my shoulders back proudly. "I am Childe to William the Bloody, Grand-Childe to Angelus. I suggest you move on. I'm not going to usurp your territory, I just needed food." "Spoken like a true Princess," Spike murmured in my ear, his tongue sweeping out to brush against my ear. I shuddered slightly. The minions laughed. "You? You are proud of that? Listen, honey, your Sire has a chip that can't let him feed; and your GrandSire? That pathetic soul is a joke," the leader said. I narrowed my eyes, my demon sliding forward. "Why you. . .bastard," I hissed. "William the Bloody and Angelus are glorious creatures! If it's the last thing I do, I will get rid of both the chip and the soul so our family can be complete again." "Whatever," the short stumpy vampire to the leader's right said. "Let's just kill them and get it over with." I glanced over at Xander and he nodded, motioning to the stake he had hidden in the sleeve of his shirt. I looked over my shoulder at Spike, the question in my eyes. He purred, smiling. "Let's see how well Princess fights," he grinned. ~*~*~ They weren't even worth the time we took to kill them. Xander got two of them, I got three, and Spike took the last one. He was playing, I could tell. He was too busy watching me fight. Xander was fighting for his life, knowing that if Spike and I had been killed, he would have been dinner. I was fighting with vengeance, with the need to right the bad things he said about my family. I learned that the sound of breaking a neck is one of the sweetest sounds ever. The way the bones crunched and the twisting of the ligaments. . .wetness pooled between my thighs just thinking about it. I turned to Spike, smelling his strong arousal also. "I ate. I shared with Spike. Can we go home?" Xander looked back and forth between Spike and I and grinned. "Yea, we can go. I guess I should be heading back to the basement anyway." His grin dropped a little bit, becoming at tad strained. He glanced down at his watch and threw worried eyes towards the direction of his house. His parents were going to raise hell because of him being late. I growled, my demon coming forth. All the years of holding him, tending to his bruises, soothing him while he tossed and turned over his nightmares - they all caught up to me. I roared, grabbing his arm and pulling him to me. He looked down at me, eyes wide and terrified. "Wills?" he asked softly. "You aren't going back there. I won't let them hurt you anymore, Xander." "Red's got a point, Chubs. I've stayed at your house. It's not a good situation," Spike nodded. "Move in with us. Red'll take care of you." He grinned. "Really?" Xander asked softly. "Really," I nodded, hugging him. I took both of their hands, laughing playfully. "Exit light, enter night, take my hand, off to never never land." My laughter echoed through the area. As we made our way back to my house, I glanced over my shoulder, feeling the Slayer. I knew she was around, patrolling. However, tonight was not the night to confront her. I was eager to get back to the house and test out my demon's reactions to my lover. I squeezed Spike's hand. "Buffy," I said softly, more to myself than anyone, "dreams of war, dreams of liars, dreams of dragon's fire, and of things that will bite. Sleep with one eye open, gripping your pillow tight - you'd better watch out, you bitch, 'cause your best friend is a demon now." Oh, I was going to enjoy this, being a vampire. END