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snoggedTitle: Our Issues Have Issues
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and many other corporations own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I don’t.
Pairing: Willow/Sandy
Word Count: 980
Overall Rating/Warnings: FRT/PG; mild angst, mild language
Summary: Set after the events of Season 5’s “Family,” Willow meets her doppelganger’s protégé.
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femslash_minis. I decided to tackle her alternate challenge which was: “Maybe I haven't looked hard enough, but I've never found a single Willow/Sandy fic. I don't get it. Vamp!Willow picks a woman out of a crowd and sires her, she hangs around in Sunnydale for two years while Willow goes through all sorts of things, and not one fic where they run into each other? Really? I'm not picky here, anything will do, as fluffy or as dark as you feel like, but if anyone's willing to take that on, I'll be eternally grateful.”
A/N 2: For those who might need a refresher, Sandy has appeared in "Doppelgangland," "Family," and "Shadow."
Willy’s Bar gave Willow the wiggins.
It didn’t really matter that all the demons inside the musty tavern were nursing their Type O-Negative cocktails and the frat boy vampires were knocking back shots of A-Positive. Willow had been living in Sunnydale long enough to know that any one of them would jump at the chance to rip into her flesh and drink straight from the source.
That was why she had called ahead to place the order for Spike’s thank-you-for-making-sure-my-girlfriend-isn’t-a-demon-even-if-you-had-to-punch-her-in-the-nose present.
It was also why she had a stake and a cross tucked inside the large front pocket of her gray UC-Sunnydale sweatshirt. It might not be the classic mini-skirt and boots look that Buffy so often rocked, but it certainly had more storage space.
“Slayer’s friend,” Willy chirped,setting his filthy-looking towel on the bar and immediately turning Willow into a magnet for leering demon-gazes.
“Blood now,” Willow remarked, pulling out her wallet (also stuffed inside the sweatshirt) and giving Willy the stink-eye.
Willy’s Bar gave Sandy an outlet.
She had always been a bit of a party girl in life, but she mostly attributed that to the fact that she was hot and boys bought her drinks. Now, though, the boys just offered their necks - each boy hornier than the last.
Except, of course, for the corn-fed Iowa boy who had seen right through her batting eyelashes and pouting lips last night. Not that she cared. She could have any one of the good boys…or good girls (because her sexuality was a heck of a lot more fluid now)…who came to Willy’s to be bad. She could have her…
…Sire.
There was no doubt in her mind that the red-haired woman collecting a bag of blood at the bar was the same woman who had given her this life. It was the same woman who had whispered promises of fun into her ear before ruthlessly tearing out her throat and leaving her to rot on the floor of the Bronze. Of course, the rotting part had been brought to a quick end on account of her being pale and flawless now.
Not that her sire would know anything about that; she hadn’t even been there, Sandy had woken up alone- in a big pile of dirt- with no one to help her escape or teach her to feed or any of those things a sire was supposed to do.
Sandy couldn’t think of a better time than now to give her a sire a piece of her mind.
Moving with the quick and deadly grace of a predator, Sandy got to the bar just as Willow was turning away from Willy, clutching a paper sack in her hands. It didn’t serve as much of a shield, though, since Sandy was more than willing to close any gaps between them.
“You left me,” Sandy stated.
“I did what now?” Willow asked, confusion flashing in her eyes.
“You left me and…,” Sandy paused, surveying Willow from head to foot and wrinkling her nose in disgust. “God, that’s a terrible outfit.”
“It’s comfy,” Willow argued, wondering why the hell she was defending herself to the complete stranger invading her personal space.
“You look way better in leather,” Sandy replied, matter-of-factly.
“Oh,” Willow replied, racking her brain in attempt to figure out what the hell this woman was going on about. When the memory finally came, it hit her like a ton of bricks.
Leather.
Doppelganger.
Me as a vampire.
Willow’s eyes were wide as saucers and her mouth formed a little ‘o’ of surprise. She had known that her evil twin had certainly got up to some well…evil…while she had been in Sunnydale two years ago, but it never occurred to her that there could be someone out there who would be like a child of hers or something.
“OHH! You’re…she…Did she make you?”
Sandy rolled her eyes and snorted. “You made me.”
“I’d check your sniffer, ‘cause I’m pretty sure you’re going to figure out otherwise.”
“I….”
Sandy opted not to finish that sentence because sure enough, she caught the scent of pulsing blood permeating off of the warm skin that was far closer to her mouth than she remembered it being.
“You smell good.”
“Hey, now!” Willow objected. “I am not dinner.”
Sandy licked her lips, sliding her leg into the narrow space between Willow’s calves and bending her head towards Willow’s neck. Her tongue licked a wet vertical stripe up the length of Willow’s neck. It was a mockery of sexual intimacy, a perfect replica of her sire’s trademark move, just the thing to keep her prey feeling uncomfortable. “We could go somewhere more…private, if you want.”
Willow gulped and instinctively reacted by reaching into her pocket with her free hand. She pulled out the cross and touched it to Sandy’s cheek.
Sandy leapt back several feet, her demon visage sliding into place as she flashed her fangs and snarled low in her throat.
“No fair!”
“Life’s not fair,” Willow replied, sucking in a breath, not letting go of the cross. “The only difference between me and life right now is I have a stake in my pocket and I could totally use it, but I’m not going to.”
Willow knew that she didn’t owe her evil twin any favors, but she hadn’t let Buffy dust her twin then and it didn’t feel right to dust her twin’s prodigy now.
Willow cautiously moved into the open space that had been created between her and Sandy and she carefully made her way to the other side of the vampire.
Sandy watched her, frustration and anger etched into the deep ridges of her face as Willow continued to walk away, not even bothering to glance back in her direction before walking out the front door into the glow of the city street lamps.
Rejected.
Tossed aside.
Like sire. Like human.
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and many other corporations own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I don’t.
Pairing: Willow/Sandy
Word Count: 980
Overall Rating/Warnings: FRT/PG; mild angst, mild language
Summary: Set after the events of Season 5’s “Family,” Willow meets her doppelganger’s protégé.
Beta: The spectacular
angelskuuipo and the effervescent velvetwhip. All other mistakes are mine.A/N: Written for Beer Good for the Willow round of
femslash_minis. I decided to tackle her alternate challenge which was: “Maybe I haven't looked hard enough, but I've never found a single Willow/Sandy fic. I don't get it. Vamp!Willow picks a woman out of a crowd and sires her, she hangs around in Sunnydale for two years while Willow goes through all sorts of things, and not one fic where they run into each other? Really? I'm not picky here, anything will do, as fluffy or as dark as you feel like, but if anyone's willing to take that on, I'll be eternally grateful.”A/N 2: For those who might need a refresher, Sandy has appeared in "Doppelgangland," "Family," and "Shadow."
Willy’s Bar gave Willow the wiggins.
It didn’t really matter that all the demons inside the musty tavern were nursing their Type O-Negative cocktails and the frat boy vampires were knocking back shots of A-Positive. Willow had been living in Sunnydale long enough to know that any one of them would jump at the chance to rip into her flesh and drink straight from the source.
That was why she had called ahead to place the order for Spike’s thank-you-for-making-sure-my-girlfriend-isn’t-a-demon-even-if-you-had-to-punch-her-in-the-nose present.
It was also why she had a stake and a cross tucked inside the large front pocket of her gray UC-Sunnydale sweatshirt. It might not be the classic mini-skirt and boots look that Buffy so often rocked, but it certainly had more storage space.
“Slayer’s friend,” Willy chirped,setting his filthy-looking towel on the bar and immediately turning Willow into a magnet for leering demon-gazes.
“Blood now,” Willow remarked, pulling out her wallet (also stuffed inside the sweatshirt) and giving Willy the stink-eye.
Willy’s Bar gave Sandy an outlet.
She had always been a bit of a party girl in life, but she mostly attributed that to the fact that she was hot and boys bought her drinks. Now, though, the boys just offered their necks - each boy hornier than the last.
Except, of course, for the corn-fed Iowa boy who had seen right through her batting eyelashes and pouting lips last night. Not that she cared. She could have any one of the good boys…or good girls (because her sexuality was a heck of a lot more fluid now)…who came to Willy’s to be bad. She could have her…
…Sire.
There was no doubt in her mind that the red-haired woman collecting a bag of blood at the bar was the same woman who had given her this life. It was the same woman who had whispered promises of fun into her ear before ruthlessly tearing out her throat and leaving her to rot on the floor of the Bronze. Of course, the rotting part had been brought to a quick end on account of her being pale and flawless now.
Not that her sire would know anything about that; she hadn’t even been there, Sandy had woken up alone- in a big pile of dirt- with no one to help her escape or teach her to feed or any of those things a sire was supposed to do.
Sandy couldn’t think of a better time than now to give her a sire a piece of her mind.
Moving with the quick and deadly grace of a predator, Sandy got to the bar just as Willow was turning away from Willy, clutching a paper sack in her hands. It didn’t serve as much of a shield, though, since Sandy was more than willing to close any gaps between them.
“You left me,” Sandy stated.
“I did what now?” Willow asked, confusion flashing in her eyes.
“You left me and…,” Sandy paused, surveying Willow from head to foot and wrinkling her nose in disgust. “God, that’s a terrible outfit.”
“It’s comfy,” Willow argued, wondering why the hell she was defending herself to the complete stranger invading her personal space.
“You look way better in leather,” Sandy replied, matter-of-factly.
“Oh,” Willow replied, racking her brain in attempt to figure out what the hell this woman was going on about. When the memory finally came, it hit her like a ton of bricks.
Leather.
Doppelganger.
Me as a vampire.
Willow’s eyes were wide as saucers and her mouth formed a little ‘o’ of surprise. She had known that her evil twin had certainly got up to some well…evil…while she had been in Sunnydale two years ago, but it never occurred to her that there could be someone out there who would be like a child of hers or something.
“OHH! You’re…she…Did she make you?”
Sandy rolled her eyes and snorted. “You made me.”
“I’d check your sniffer, ‘cause I’m pretty sure you’re going to figure out otherwise.”
“I….”
Sandy opted not to finish that sentence because sure enough, she caught the scent of pulsing blood permeating off of the warm skin that was far closer to her mouth than she remembered it being.
“You smell good.”
“Hey, now!” Willow objected. “I am not dinner.”
Sandy licked her lips, sliding her leg into the narrow space between Willow’s calves and bending her head towards Willow’s neck. Her tongue licked a wet vertical stripe up the length of Willow’s neck. It was a mockery of sexual intimacy, a perfect replica of her sire’s trademark move, just the thing to keep her prey feeling uncomfortable. “We could go somewhere more…private, if you want.”
Willow gulped and instinctively reacted by reaching into her pocket with her free hand. She pulled out the cross and touched it to Sandy’s cheek.
Sandy leapt back several feet, her demon visage sliding into place as she flashed her fangs and snarled low in her throat.
“No fair!”
“Life’s not fair,” Willow replied, sucking in a breath, not letting go of the cross. “The only difference between me and life right now is I have a stake in my pocket and I could totally use it, but I’m not going to.”
Willow knew that she didn’t owe her evil twin any favors, but she hadn’t let Buffy dust her twin then and it didn’t feel right to dust her twin’s prodigy now.
Willow cautiously moved into the open space that had been created between her and Sandy and she carefully made her way to the other side of the vampire.
Sandy watched her, frustration and anger etched into the deep ridges of her face as Willow continued to walk away, not even bothering to glance back in her direction before walking out the front door into the glow of the city street lamps.
Rejected.
Tossed aside.
Like sire. Like human.
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