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snoggedTitle: Girl Somebody
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and many other corporations own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel the Series. I don’t.
Characters: Willow, Harmony
Word Count: 583
Overall Rating/Warnings: FRT-13/PG-13; language, violence
Setting: BtVS Season 4 – “The Harsh Light Of Day”
Summary: Harmony's take on her capture of Willow.
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femslash_minis Harmony challenge. aaronlisa requested Willow/Harmony, childhood memories, blood, and jealousy.
When Harmony was six years old, she discovered how to make the transition from girl nobody to girl somebody. All it took was a handful of sand, a deprecating sneer, and a red-haired victim who wouldn’t fight back because her stupid best friend was home sick that day and therefore wasn’t around to protect her.
It hadn’t bothered her in the slightest when Willow had started sniveling about the burning sensation. It hadn’t bothered her when Willow curled up in a ball, desperately trying to rub the sand out of her eyes with the backs of her hands. It hadn’t even bothered her when the teacher’s aide came over to the sandbox and dragged them both to the principal’s office.
Why?
Because Willow had been smart enough not to rat her out. Willow had been smart enough to know that she was inferior and would always be target for humiliation by the popular kids.
That was how the system worked. That was how life worked. The predator would always manage to get one over on the prey. And that was why Harmony had to stifle a giggle when she, jacked up by vampire strength, wrapped her arms around Willow’s shoulders and chest and pressed her breasts against Willow’s spine.
“Do you remember the playground?” Harmony whispered, resting her bumpy forehead against Willow’s hair and breathing in her scent. “Remember when you had no friends to come save your scrawny ass?”
Willow whimpered, stoking the fires in Harmony’s totally nonexistent soul.
“Remember how much you cried?”
Harmony flicked her tongue over the shell of Willow’s ear and Willow wriggled in her arms in a pathetic attempt to get away. Spike had always taught her that it was okay to play with her food as long as she could keep a good hold and Harmony had no intention of losing out on this opportunity.
When else would she have the chance to kill the Slayer’s best friend?
This was the moment most vamps in this town dreamt about.
This was the moment that would transform her into the vampire that everyone would fear and run from.
She couldn’t wait to see Spike turn green with jealousy. She couldn’t wait to see him admit she was way more important than that stupid Gem of Amara.
“Let go of me,” Willow hissed, blindly lifting her foot and successfully managing to squash several of Harmony’s toes.
“Bitch! Those were brand new!” Harmony roared, glancing down at her ruined pink pumps – the ones that Bernie had stolen for her the other day. If ever there was a reason to seriously kill Willow, she had one now.
She tightened her grip on Willow and lowered her head, her fangs bearing down on the tender column of her neck, on the vein that was pulsing with rich blood. The skin split apart like paper as soon as the tip of her fang touched it and the tangy, delicious taste of copper filled her mouth.
Unfortunately, that was when the teacher’s aide showed up. Or, to be more accurate, a skinny guitarist named Oz who was brave enough to smash a microphone stand into her spinal cord.
Her new instincts forced her to drop Willow; encouraged her to go after this new threat, but the stupid boyfriend was holding a cross and didn’t look like he planned to back down anytime soon.
It seemed that the system of the playground finally worked in favor of the tiny red-haired girl.
That really sucked.
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and many other corporations own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel the Series. I don’t.
Characters: Willow, Harmony
Word Count: 583
Overall Rating/Warnings: FRT-13/PG-13; language, violence
Setting: BtVS Season 4 – “The Harsh Light Of Day”
Summary: Harmony's take on her capture of Willow.
Beta:
velvetwhip. All other mistakes are mine.A/N: Written for the
femslash_minis Harmony challenge. aaronlisa requested Willow/Harmony, childhood memories, blood, and jealousy.When Harmony was six years old, she discovered how to make the transition from girl nobody to girl somebody. All it took was a handful of sand, a deprecating sneer, and a red-haired victim who wouldn’t fight back because her stupid best friend was home sick that day and therefore wasn’t around to protect her.
It hadn’t bothered her in the slightest when Willow had started sniveling about the burning sensation. It hadn’t bothered her when Willow curled up in a ball, desperately trying to rub the sand out of her eyes with the backs of her hands. It hadn’t even bothered her when the teacher’s aide came over to the sandbox and dragged them both to the principal’s office.
Why?
Because Willow had been smart enough not to rat her out. Willow had been smart enough to know that she was inferior and would always be target for humiliation by the popular kids.
That was how the system worked. That was how life worked. The predator would always manage to get one over on the prey. And that was why Harmony had to stifle a giggle when she, jacked up by vampire strength, wrapped her arms around Willow’s shoulders and chest and pressed her breasts against Willow’s spine.
“Do you remember the playground?” Harmony whispered, resting her bumpy forehead against Willow’s hair and breathing in her scent. “Remember when you had no friends to come save your scrawny ass?”
Willow whimpered, stoking the fires in Harmony’s totally nonexistent soul.
“Remember how much you cried?”
Harmony flicked her tongue over the shell of Willow’s ear and Willow wriggled in her arms in a pathetic attempt to get away. Spike had always taught her that it was okay to play with her food as long as she could keep a good hold and Harmony had no intention of losing out on this opportunity.
When else would she have the chance to kill the Slayer’s best friend?
This was the moment most vamps in this town dreamt about.
This was the moment that would transform her into the vampire that everyone would fear and run from.
She couldn’t wait to see Spike turn green with jealousy. She couldn’t wait to see him admit she was way more important than that stupid Gem of Amara.
“Let go of me,” Willow hissed, blindly lifting her foot and successfully managing to squash several of Harmony’s toes.
“Bitch! Those were brand new!” Harmony roared, glancing down at her ruined pink pumps – the ones that Bernie had stolen for her the other day. If ever there was a reason to seriously kill Willow, she had one now.
She tightened her grip on Willow and lowered her head, her fangs bearing down on the tender column of her neck, on the vein that was pulsing with rich blood. The skin split apart like paper as soon as the tip of her fang touched it and the tangy, delicious taste of copper filled her mouth.
Unfortunately, that was when the teacher’s aide showed up. Or, to be more accurate, a skinny guitarist named Oz who was brave enough to smash a microphone stand into her spinal cord.
Her new instincts forced her to drop Willow; encouraged her to go after this new threat, but the stupid boyfriend was holding a cross and didn’t look like he planned to back down anytime soon.
It seemed that the system of the playground finally worked in favor of the tiny red-haired girl.
That really sucked.